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❤︎ ₊ ⊹ get free (1/3)
pic creds luvpngs | gif creds akashi-tetsuki
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: asylum patient!nikolai x asylum attendant!fem!reader
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: v suggestive w/ plot (yasssss); read at your own discretion
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: unhealthy relationships, infidelity, slightly yandere(?) nikolai, dubious consent, nikolai himself is a warning lol, also sorry if the asylum! au is inaccurate
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: reader is an asylum attendant and is assigned to their newest admit nikolai gogol. ALSO this fic is heavily inspired by @/cherikolya's fic she's the one i'm running with- pls check it out and support her! also i'm splitting this up into 2 parts bc watching the aot anime has been breaking me and consuming all my thoughts, but i still want to post:( ˚₊‧꒰ა read pt 2 & pt 3 & bonus (bad ending) ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ word count: 5.7k (oops...what can i say nikolai makes me delulu)
"Nikolai Gogol. Age 26. Male. Charged with terrorism, first-degree murder, and treason among other things, but he got off with an insanity plea. Look over his file before he comes in later." The man behind the desk tossed the neat file carelessly onto the acrylic surface, exhaling boredly after giving his monotone rundown.
"I'm being assigned to him? But I already have other patients to take care of!" You inquired, fists forming at your sides as you already imagined the overtime and exhaustion you were going to rack up.
"Attendants don't grow on trees, do they? Don't assume I'll give you special treatment. Besides, I'm handing your other patients off to the new girls, so you'll be able to focus on Gogol. He's high priority." The man butted back.
Tch. You sighed and grabbed the file, mumbling a "fine" and turning to leave his office.
"Goodbye, dear." He spat it out like venom with a forced smile. You glanced back once more at the man: your boss--or rather husband--before heading out the door. You two were simply a marriage of convenience--a business transaction. In exchange for funding to build a new asylum on par with Mersault to rehabilitate criminals, your father had offered your hand in marriage to his business partner's son, who had become entranced by your beauty after seeing you once in your father's office. He wasn't too bad of a man at first, and you both related over your occupation together, but your marriage started to go sour after he realized you weren't just a pretty face or obedient wife, and it worsened after his narcissism and egocentricity started to show. He was too traditional and trapped you in his cage of rules and regulations. Even sharing the same bed and having dinner together couldn't reignite the nonexistent spark between you.
You walked back to your office and closed the door behind you before making yourself some herbal tea to calm your nerves. Laying down on the plush couch in the middle of your room, you looked through your new patient's file, trying to memorize all the details.
Nikolai Gogol, huh? What kind of person are you? You shivered reading the list of his crimes, which seemed endless and cruel.
An hour or so had passed before you heard a soft knock at your door. "Miss?" Another attendant had come to fetch you. "Your patient is waiting for you in the white ward." The white ward was where "high priority" or more dangerous patients were kept.
"I'll be out in a moment!" You called out, getting up from the couch and tidying up the space before fixing your hair and pulling down your uniform. It was a black flowy dress with puffy bell sleeves and a white rounded collar. The dress itself was a bit too short, being designed and chosen by your gross and perverted lovely husband. You walked out the comfort of your office and followed the attendant to the white ward.
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"Miss, this is your patient Nikolai Gogol". The attendant gestured to the tall man standing in the hallway outside of his room. He was strapped and held by two guards, with several others surrounding him holding special guns. He had a neutral smile on his face that turned upwards upon seeing you. You couldn't help but be momentarily mesmerized by the man in front of you. He wore a loose white button up and white linen pants--the standard male patient uniform--and his white hair was messily layered with a long, neat braid on his shoulder. His eyes were the most captivating to you, one emerald and full of life and the other a dull blue with a scar. Without the jester attire donned in his file pictures, he actually looked quite...handsome and prince-like?
You snapped yourself back to reality after remembering who you were dealing with and bowed slightly, just enough to stop your dress from riding up.
Observing the situation, you could sense the belligerence seething from everyone else. Not that you could blame them, the new patient was a dangerous anarchist. Your personal philosophy was always to treat the patient as humanely as possible in order to build trust and security, so you tried to not think about your new patient's file information. Just focus on diffusing the energy of the space and getting the jester to somewhat like you.
"Hello, Nikolai. I'm your attendant and will be taking care of you for the duration of your stay here," You looked back up and smiled gently at him, starkly contrasting the hostile glares from the other attendant and guards. "Let's get along, okay?"
Nikolai's eyes widened immediately and he tried to move closer to you. "Whaaaa! Nice to meet you, pretty miss! I can't believe such a beautiful girl is taking care of me!" The two guards forcibly stopped him from taking another step and the others pointed their guns at him.
Nikolai frowned and stopped squirming. "Hey! All I did was talk! Put those scary things away!" He giggled as the guards retracted their guns slowly and stuck his tongue out at the other attendant, who looked disgusted yet scared. He wasn't intimidated or scared at all. The guards then opened the door to Nikolai's room and placed him sitting down on his bed. Before you could follow to begin debriefing, the other attendant tugged on your arm lightly.
You turned back at looked at her. She had a fluffy blonde bob, light green eyes, and freckles. Lacey, one of the young new hires your husband mentioned earlier. "Um Miss, aren't we supposed to follow the script when interacting with patients? I thought smiling at them and speaking casually promoted unwanted feelings and was unprofessional?" You cringed, loathing that she sounded just like your husband when he was lecturing.
You shot her a fake sugary smile, "Oh, yes, I usually just take a softer approach with more unstable patients. Don't want them to stab you in the back immediately, do you?" You tried to answer lightheartedly, but your efforts clearly failed by the way Lacey had a horrified look on her face from your little joke, like it was the worst answer you could've said. You awkwardly coughed and put your hand on her shoulder.
"Right, thanks for reminding me, Lacey. It's great that you remembered the boss's words." Rolling your eyes once your back was turned to her, you stepped into Nikolai's room. You already dreaded Lacey telling your husband about you deviating from protocol and the long talk he would have with you at home.
"Four of us will be staying here to observe the debrief, Miss. This man is dangerous." You nodded as each of the four the guards stood in a corner of the room and the rest filed out of the room. You pulled up a stool and sat down, giving your new patient a run down of his daily schedule and how the asylum operated. The whole time, his eyes watched you excitedly like a puppy and he giggled and nodded frequently in between your sentences. It was strange and unsettling, but you were slightly relieved you didn't have to deal with an aggressive patient.
Scooting closer to Nikolai, you pulled out a small water bottle and a case of different pills. "These are your daily meds, Nikolai. I'll come to give these to you every morning at six before breakfast. I'll monitor your progress and adjust your dosage as time goes on." He nodded as you stood up and placed the water bottle on the stool, putting on a white latex glove and pouring the pills out into your hand. "I'm going to be administering them to you just for today. Open your mouth and don't close it until I'm done, okay?"
"Okay, missy! I'll be a good boy and try not to bite your pretty fingers off!" Nikolai perked up and giggled like a child getting candy. You mentally cringed and prepared yourself for the worst as you stepped towards him. What could you expect? This man was dangerous and had no reason to listen to you. The guards tensed up as you moved closer and pointed their guns at the jester's face. You swallowed as Nikolai opened his mouth, obnoxiously saying "ahhhhhhhh" and bouncing in his spot lightly.
Heartbeat increasing, you placed your free hand under Nikolai's jaw, thumb supporting his chin and lifted his face up slightly to you as you dropped the pills into his mouth. Mind racing and anxiousness clouding your vision, you missed the way he gaze softened. He closed his mouth and leaned into your touch more, nuzzling your delicate fingers. You swiftly pulled away, turning your head back to grab the water bottle behind you, attempting to hide the light rose that dusted your cheeks, unsure of whether it was from fear or embarrassment. Nikolai's eyes were still intently on you, so you secretly hoped he had missed that.
As you opened up the water bottle and stepped back towards Nikolai again, he shook his head. "I already swallowed them, I don't need any water, miss attendant." He opened his mouth again to show you proof before you sighed out an "okay" and tightened the cap back on. You grabbed the empty pill case before gesturing to the guards to put their guns down. They complied and two came over to slowly undo the restraints on his upper body, making sure to hold him back immediately after.
"Well, Nikolai, that's all for today. Thank you, and I--"
"Whoa, missy, you have a ring! Too bad you're already married!" Nikolai interrupted, his head poking up but quickly being pushed down by one of the guards. You cursed yourself silently as you froze in place. Since you had to move around a lot and constantly clean, you wore your wedding ring on a simple gold chain as a necklace instead. It was usually tucked under your uniform, but it must have slipped out when you were laying on your couch earlier. You cleared your throat awkwardly, tucking your necklace back into your uniform and trying to get rid of the instinctive frown on your face that appeared anytime your partner was mentioned.
"Yes, I'm married. Anyways--"
“But you held my face so lovingly just now. Won't your husband get mad? You're supposed to do that to him, not your new captive, right?"
You tightened your fists at that.
"That man…does he treat you well, pryntsesa?" Even though his head was held down, his dark gaze still cut into you, now not as innocent as it was before. You were sure the cheeky man was smirking too, taunting you with an otherwise harmless question.
You let out a fake laugh and an even faker wide smile in response, just eager to leave and go home now. Whatever charm you had your patient initially under had clearly faded away. "I'll see you tomorrow at six, Mr. Gogol." Nikolai's smirk turned down after hearing the name change, but quickly turned back up again followed by loud hysterical laughs--unbeknownst to you, who had already left his room.
"So the little ptashka wants to play games, does she?"
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"Thanks for dinner, dear." Your husband said, wiping his mouth with a neatly folded handkerchief.
Shocking. Is he being...nice?
"Of course, I've already packed your lunch for tomorrow, too." You replied, occupied washing dishes and organizing the kitchen again.
"So, how was your first encounter with Gogol?" He inquired, walking over to you to put his dishes into the sink and lean against the counter beside you. You stopped for a moment, surprised he was making conversation with you today, as he usually retreated back to your shared bedroom or went to the living room to watch the news.
You were about to start until you noticed his brows furrowed and his arms crossed. You took your rubber gloves off and placed them next to you.
Oh boy, he's about to lecture me, isn't he?
"What are you really trying to say?"
He exhaled. "Well, Lacey--"
That snitch. You couldn't believe her.
"Ahhh, Lacey. The sweet young new girl you hired as extra help. What about her?" Your spouse's eyes narrowed.
"Respect your coworkers, dear. Lacey told me about your unprofessional interaction with Gogol. Smiling at a murderer and treating patients as friends doesn't exactly align with the asylum's values, now does it?" He said sternly.
"I was just trying to immobilize him. You can't exactly make a patient trust you when everyone's just shooting daggers at them, y'know?" He didn't look convinced. "Besides, this has always been my approach since I started in this field, and it's never failed me. You more than anyone should know I have the most successful recoveries among all the staff."
"Fine. Just make sure your unorthodox tendencies don't rub off on the other staff." He looked down at your neck. "And don't tuck your necklace under your uniform anymore. Don't want all the delinquents getting the wrong idea. You're off the market now" He lifted the chain of your necklace and traced the outline of the ring before letting go and walking to grab his coat and a pack of cigarettes.
"Going outside for a smoke break. You should get to bed and get some sleep for the long day tomorrow" He replied before walking out the door, your eyes following him.
You didn't miss the way he swiftly grabbed the keys and fixed his hair before leaving.
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"Good morning, dove!" Nikolai chirped upon you entering his room.
"Good morning, Nikolai. Did you sleep well?" You asked softly, taking his medication out and handing it to him, along with some Ukrainian candy.
"Mmhmm, yes I did! I had a sweet dream, too, doll, but I can't tell you what it was about!" He said excitedly. Used to his antics, you only laughed in response and watched as he took his pills--still without water for whatever reason and unwrapped the minky binky candy, popping it into his mouth.
Five weeks. That was how long it'd been since Nikolai was admitted to the asylum.
Despite your initial worries of dealing with a monster, you and Nikolai had gotten along quite well. He seemed to only listen to you, though, much to the dismay of the other attendants. It was beneficial for you though, since it meant you didn't have to work overtime seeing to other patients.
Nikolai had developed a habit of calling you by anything but your name, bestowing several different pet names on you--a new upgrade from "miss" and "missy".
He also became increasingly touchy with you as well: constantly holding your hand--intertwining his fingers with yours, braiding your hair, and hugging you when he felt "cold". Perhaps you were desensitized to it or just touch starved, but you rarely complained about it. You would rather keep him happy and easy to deal with, anyways.
"Look, pretty girl, I finished all my meds!" Nikolai exclaimed as he opened his mouth to show you proof that he swallowed them all.
You gave him a friendly smile. "You aren't having any bad side effects from your meds, are you?" You found it a bit odd that Nikolai's dosage never changed, since no one could pinpoint his exact condition. It made your job easy, though, so you tried not to think much about it.
"No ma'am. I had some trouble sleeping at first, but it's all gone now!" He stood up from his bed and watched as you straightened it up--simultaneously checking for anything suspicious. There never was anything somehow.
His hands loosely wrapped around your waist as he pressed himself against your bent back and rested his chin on your shoulder, causing you to push your hands into the sheets and wrinkle the thin blanket. You let out a surprised squeal when you felt his warm breath on your ear.
"Love, can we eat breakfast in the courtyard today?" He whispered softly, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You felt yourself blushing as you turned around and pushed him away, his hands still remaining on your waist.
"Y-Yes, N-Nikolai, we can go to the courtyard today." You said, finally stepping away to be free of his touch just for him to hold your hand. He flashed a happy smile at you while skipping out the door, tugging you along with him.
"Yayyyy! Me and ptashka are going on a date~"
"...It's not a date, silly." You replied back, blush still faintly across your cheeks.
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You inhaled the fresh courtyard air, still holding hands with Nikolai as you walked on the cobblestone path. His breakfast to-go box and your lunchbox were on the nearby bench; you both already ate, but Nikolai basically ate most of your food, claiming the dining hall food was "stale and dry" compared to the pillowy cream puffs you'd brought.
"Wahhhh! Look at the fishies, dove!" Nikolai exclaimed, waving his finger at the koi fish swimming in the fountain. They eagerly swam towards him, probably thinking he was going to feed them. He giggled, eyes focusing in on two of the fish.
"Don't those two look like us, love?" You were snapped out of your previous trance and looked down to see a black koi fish and a larger white koi fish together cuddling into each other.
"Oh, I guess they do. Because of our uniforms, right?" You looked back up to Nikolai to see him frowning and still staring at the fish.
"No, dove, because they're in love..." He said lowly, to the point where you almost couldn't hear him. His gaze softened as he looked back down at you and cupped your face gently.
In love? Us?
Eyes widened, you felt confused as you looked away, not sure how to respond or think. The sudden action caused Nikolai's hands to drop away from your face. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see his disappointed face as you stammered, "We're not in lo--"
Your eyes flew open again as you felt something hard in your hand.
A bouquet of lavender roses was in your hand, with Nikolai giving you a big grin with his hands behind his back. "Pretty flowers for my pretty girl." You blushed, forgetting about what had just happened. You had always loved roses and their romantic charm.
When was the last time your husband brought you flowers?
"Lavender roses symbolize delight and love at first sight. They remind me of you." Your eyes widened again as you looked up, Nikolai turning serious and gazing at you affectionately, like you were really lovers.
You found yourself getting lost in his heterochromatic eyes. Somehow, you felt peaceful like this. Even though he was a dangerous criminal. Even though your heart was already sworn to another man.
"Thank you, Nikolai. They're beautiful." You said smiling at him, this time being genuine and not passive. You were falling into a serene state, only able to focus on him. His action had somehow touched your conflicted heart and put you in a good mood.
He laughed happily in response, pleased by your reaction. "You look lovely when you smile like that, sweetheart." He pulled your other hand back to the bench so you could sit.
"Also, you should give me a nickname, too. I have so many, but you only call me Nikolai~" He pouted, scooting next to you on the bench.
"Hmmmm...What should I call you then? Niko? 'Lai? Nikolas...?" You pondered, both of you slightly cringing at all of the options, each one sounding worse than the previous one.
"I know!" Nikolai exclaimed, grabbing your hands--still holding the flower bouquet--and clasping them together, "Kolya. Call me Kolya. That's what my close friends and family would call me!"
Family? You mean the ones you murdered? You tried to shake the thought.
"Kol--Ahh!" You cried out as you felt a deep prick on your left ring finger. You pulled your hand away from Nikolai's and dropped the bouquet, watching the blood drip down your finger and down to your thigh.
Nikolai's eyes filled with concern, "Love! You're hurt!" He rushedly rummaged through his breakfast box and his pockets, trying to find a napkin to stop the bleeding. You tried to calm him down, telling him you were fine, but he wouldn't listen.
Suddenly, he seized your left hand and brought it to his mouth, closing his lips around your ring finger. Shivers ran down your spine as you felt him running his tongue over your finger, getting every last drop of blood and kissing the spot slowly when he finished.
Heat rushed into your cheeks as the air felt thick, no longer serene and peaceful. Nikolai's eyes darkened, and an unreadable expression fell on his face.
"There's still some there, dove." He gazed down at the blood that had dripped onto your thigh. Your stomach churned at the thought of what he would do next as he pushed you down onto the bench and brought his lips to your inner thigh, leaving soft kitten licks all over the spot and lightly groaning.
"Niko--Kolya, s-stop--" You tried suppressing the moan threatening to spill out from the contact on your sensitive skin. You tried to push him away softly, but he wouldn't stop, now pressing light kisses that travelled up your thigh to your sweet spot. He was getting close. Too close.
You pushed his head away, not trying to be soft anymore, and sat up again, moving to the far side of the bench. You pulled down your dress again to cover your now reddened thigh.
"W-We can't do this. It's wrong. You're my patient, and I'm your attendant. And..." You hesitated, regaining your composure, "...And I'm married." You said, biting your tongue. The gold necklace suddenly felt heavy around your neck, like it was pulling you down.
Nikolai laughed bitterly, "You don't love him though, myla. He's kept you trapped in a cage. Is that what you want, dove? Do you want to be trapped in his cage?"
"I--"
"Miss! Mr. Gogol! There you two are! We've been looking everywhere for you both. There's a group wellness activity starting for all the patients, and they're waiting on you." You turned around to hear a familiar high-pitched voice.
Lacey. The snitch new girl.
You put on a fake smile. "My apologies, I completely lost track of time. Lacey, you can escort Nikolai to the group's meeting spot. I'll be retiring to my office for the rest of the day." She nodded as you grabbed the bouquet and your lunchbox and took one last look at Nikolai before standing up from the bench and turning away, "I'll see you tomorrow, Nikolai." You didn't wait for a response back.
It felt too awkward. Everything felt confusing; you knew your place but you also wanted to be free. You liked Nikolai but you didn't know if those feelings could be considered love. You surely didn't love your husband...
All you could do was hold onto the roses and gaze up at a dove flying across the sky. For a moment, you wished to be like that dove. To be elegant, at peace, and loved.
You wished to be free.
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Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to scan your access card and enter Nikolai's room. Today was a special day, after all.
"Good morn--"
"Love! You're finally here! I was waiting for you~" Nikolai exclaimed as he lunged towards you, burying his face into your neck. He wasn't wrong; The extra time you spent collecting your thoughts and debating going in or not made you two minutes late.
You lightly pushed Nikolai away--not before he caught your hands and intertwined them with his again--and tried to put a neutral smile on your face. "Nikolai, I have good news for you."
His face lit up as he clasped your hands and brought them towards his chest, "What is it, dove? Are you divorcing your husband and leaving him for me?" He shook your hands excitedly as you eyed him disappointingly. He really wasn't going to drop this lovesick act, was he?
You shook your head and cleared your throat, "No, as a reward for good behavior, you can choose a special place to visit and an item to keep in your room. Your options are the courtyard, the gy--"
"The library. I want a book to read." Nikolai stated, suddenly turning serious, taking you slightly aback; you didn't take him as the type to be able to sit still and read for a long time.
"Alright, the library it is then. Take your meds first, and then we can go, 'kay?" He nodded excitedly as you turned away from him to make his bed and do the usual check. Nothing suspicious, as usual.
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The guard greeted you both as you approached the grand library doors. It was an old wooden room with tall glass windows that contrasted the relatively short bookshelves. It wasn't exactly a popular destination for patients, so the books were mostly dated and collecting dust. The natural light inside made it one of your favorite break spots during your trainee days, so it was a bit nostalgic for you.
"There are security cameras around the library, but radio in if anything happens." The guard explained sternly, looking over at Nikolai and then you, "Do you need assistance with your patient, or will you two be fine alone?"
You shifted your gaze over to Nikolai, who had a slightly mischievous smile on his face but maintained a serious expression. "We'll be fine alone. He'll behave." The guard nodded at you before opening the door and letting you two in. The door shut firmly and you tried to grab Nikolai's hand, but he dashed away from you towards the large stained glass window before turning to face you.
"It's so big in here, ptashka. I haven't been in a library in sooooooo long. I actually love to read, y'know?" He said, smiling and motioning for you to join him. The colorful stained glass reflected on his face, casting multicolored kaleidoscopes on his face.
You joined him, admiring his beauty momentarily before leaning against the window and crossing your arms. "I didn't know that, no. To be honest, I didn't think you were much of a reader.." You said lightly with a giggle.
Nikolai grinned back, "Heh. There's a lot you don't know about me, dove." He looked away, lowering his voice a bit, "But that's fine. You'll have plenty of time to learn everything later~" You looked at him confusedly, not quite catching what he said, but you remembered the reason you came and grabbed his hand again.
"Anyways, was there a particular book you were looking for? I know this place pretty well." He laughed in response.
"Ah, is that so? Well, I'm looking for The Overcoat. It's my favorite book." Nikolai said proudly, like he was trying to impress you with his literature selection.
"The books are sorted by last name. Do you know the author?" You asked, leading him towards the bookshelves. Nikolai just squeezed your hand and started skipping forward at a fast pace, practically dragging you behind him as he started giggling hysterically.
"Nope! Not a clue, hehe~" You paused and frowned at him. Who didn't even know the author of their "favorite" book? "The genre's fiction, though, if it helps~" Nikolai said giddily, turning towards you and swinging your arms from side to side. You sighed and slowly headed over to the fiction section. There were about 1,000 books to go through, so you weren't exactly too excited. Not that it bummed you out too much, though, since your husband had asked you to help the new girls clean if you finished early with patient duties. You supposed you'd rather spend your time with Nikolai finding his book.
You both agreed to search the shelves simultaneously, Nikolai looking on the higher shelves and you on the shorter ones. The space between shelves was quite narrow, making his chest rub against your back several times. He wasn't shy either, grabbing your hips to maneuver past you, causing you to jolt when he pressed himself behind you.
Starting to lose count of how many books and shelves you'd checked, you were falling into a tired daze until Nikolai's sudden shout woke you up. "I found it, dove! I'm the winner! Me, me, me!" You looked over to Nikolai, who now had his book in his hands, and shot him a relieved smile.
He hurriedly headed towards you as you gave him some congratulatory praise. "Guess our work's done here, then. Let's get some lunch and call it a da--"
He hugged you suddenly, making you yelp as he giggled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against him. He leaned in by your ear, squeezing you tighter, inhaling your scent, "Say, dove, do you still have the roses I gave you from the courtyard?" You perked up toward him as he smiled, awaiting your response.
You did. You'd placed them in a small glass vase--trimming the thorns off--and put it on your dresser. Somehow, the sickly sweet smell was stronger in your room than it was in the courtyard. "Yeah," you smiled, "They're in a vase by my dresser. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of them because of how beautiful they were." Nikolai snickered at that, delighted that you'd cherished his little gift.
He slowly smirked, "Your husband doesn't give you flowers, does he?" You tensed up a bit under his arms but relaxed again, frowning and looking down.
"No, he doesn't. I think the last time was during our honeymoon." Nikolai cuddled into your neck after that, rubbing your sides like he was trying to comfort you.
"What a shame, love. You should leave him for me. He doesn't deserve you." Nikolai said, his teeth barely grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Was the space always this narrow?
"I can't. It doesn't work like tha--"
"Why not, though? Leave him for me. I'm actually perfectly sane, y'know? I know how to make you happy, how to free you from his cage..." He paused, "How to touch you..." His hands on your waist trailed down, pushing your skirt up higher.
"H-hey!" You stammered, stopping his hands from going further with your own, "We can't do this. There are cameras here." You anxiously looked around, trying to find them, but Nikolai's hand grabbed your face and pulled it back down to him.
"Shhhhhh. Stop worrying, myla. This is a blind spot. It's covered by the light, see?" He tilted your face up slowly again toward the camera, which was in fact covered by a big, dusty lantern. How convenient.
He pushed your skirt up again and grinded himself on you, and you swore you could feel his bulge pressing up against you. "You've been driving me crazy, dove, since yesterday I've only been able to think about you," he grunted, slipping his hands into your loosened dress and under your lacy bra to palm and squeeze your breasts. "The sounds you made...I wanna hear them again."
Your head was screaming at you to run away and get the guard, but you couldn't ignore the wet spots on your matching lace panties from your arousal. To be honest, you didn't remember the last time you'd been this intimate with anyone, and your body was clearly craving touch. Your breath hitched as Nikolai kissed below your ear, working his way down to the crook of your neck. You were starting to feel lightheaded.
Becoming more desperate for a reaction, Nikolai suddenly pinched your sensitive nipples and bit down on your neck, causing you to yelp in pleasure. "A-ahh K-Kolya--" The sudden impact caused you to push back against his clothed member and grip onto the sturdy shelf in front of you for support. You could feel him grinning in satisfaction, letting out a low groan.
"Mmm there's the pretty noise I wanted to hear~" Nikolai replaced his lips with his tongue, trailing slowly up and down your neck as you kept bucking against him, needing more friction. "Dove," he heaved as you mewled upon feeling his tip brush against your clit through eachother's clothes. He couldn't handle seeing you start to lose yourself. "F-fuck, kiss me".
Nikolai grabbed your hips suddenly and turned you around, so your back was against the wooden shelf. You looked up at his face; he was panting heavily, eyes filled with lust, and a few strands loose from his usual kept braid. The sight of him made your cheeks flush and your panties even wetter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, bringing one hand to his lips and tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. You gazed intently at his lips. Just one kiss will be fine, right?
Both of your noses were practically rubbing against each other as Nikolai started to dip down. "Kolya, I--"
BAM!
You instinctively pulled away as you recognized the sound of the old library door being kicked down. As the stomping of the guards' boots grew closer, you pushed Nikolai off your body and fixed your dress. Nikolai shot you a surprised glance as the guards knocked down the heavy bookshelves to open up the space around the two of you, eliminating the narrow confines. You couldn't process what was happening as five guards circled around Nikolai, drawing their guns and pointing them at him as he put his hands up. Another guard was slowly approaching you, lifting the walkie talkie up to his mouth.
"06, copy. Patient Gogol has been surrounded and apprehended successfully. We're on our way to the interrogation room," He glanced over to you, still sitting down in shock, "His attendant's here, too. We'll bring her to you, Boss."
Boss? Your husband? Shit, had you been caught?
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice Nikolai being handcuffed and pushed out the door--or the way he looked back at you--until the guard put his hand on your shoulder and called out your name. "Miss, we need to get going. We'll explain everything once we're with the boss again." He helped you up as you trailed slowly behind him with a churning stomach and The Overcoat clutched tightly in your arms.
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Audience of One pt.2
Satoru x fem!reader x Suguru
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Word count: 6.1k
Series Summary: When Suguru first walked in on you and Satoru having sex, it was an accident. But he couldn't say the same about every time after that. He's under the impression that this habit of his is a secret. But you and Satoru have known this whole time and didn't plan on letting Suguru know anytime soon.
pt.2 Info: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, PiV sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, threesome, hair pulling, choking, reader receiving oral, Male receiving oral, praise/degradation kink, spanking, begging, pet names (princess, baby, love, etc), established relationship w Gojo, aftercare, basically 90% porn 10% fluff, Gojo teaching Geto how to fuck you, Geto is a lil shy at first
pt.1 pt.3 pt.4
"Ah, fuck," Gojo moaned out, throwing his head back.
"Shhh," you shushed with a teasing giggle, "We wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would we?"
You were sat on Gojo's cock, hands pressed into his chest and knees bent on either side.
Geto’s breath hitched and eyes widened from your words. We wouldn't want anyone to hear us?
You're not serious... right?
Gojo looked up at you and bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh.
You both had already noticed Geto watching you.
This was becoming a little game for you two. Trying to see how long you two could keep the innocent act together, all while waiting to see how long it would take until Geto caved and admitted. Which would come first?
"Mm," you hummed as you lifted your hips, letting Gojo's cock nearly slip out, before pushing back down and taking him fully.
Geto watched, unable to peel his eyes away. He wanted so badly to join. He was tired of having to stand on the sidelines. But at the same time he would never admit his wrongdoings.
No, instead he was forced to watch in silence and suffer from his own denial and stubbornness.
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Days passed and Geto quietly watched your lewd acts a few more times, until it was Gojo who finally caved in.
It was late at night and Gojo had just come back home from exorcising a particularly dangerous cursed spirit. You wanted to help him unwind and he wanted to spice things up.
So there you two were, sitting on the bed, kissing passionately.
Your legs were wrapped around Gojo while his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping both of you upright as he sat at the edge of the bed.
When Gojo broke the kiss, his eyes were dark and hungry. You looked up at him, breathing heavily, and bit your lip.
"What is it, baby?" You asked in a seductive tone, running a hand through his hair.
He stared into your eyes, thinking. He was tired of this charade. Tired of the act.
He grabbed your hand from his hair and kissed the palm of it,
"I think," he paused and kissed your wrist, "it's about time," then kissed the crook of your elbow, "we end this little game," his lips moved to your shoulder.
"What do you mean?" You asked him with a confused expression.
Gojo moved his mouth down your other arm, leaving kisses and hickeys, and didn't answer.
When he reached your wrist, he lifted his head and smirked. "Don't worry," he kissed the back of your hand, "you'll see."
Before you could ask anymore questions, Gojo moved to your neck.
He kissed the base and then licked his way up the side. When his lips reached your ear, he kissed the shell and whispered, "Just relax and let us take care of you."
Us? Did he mean…?
Realization flashed across your face and you bit your lip to hide your embarrassed smile.
"Oh, so we're finally letting him in?" You asked, turning your head slightly.
"I'm tired of seeing him look so pathetic," he chuckled, "he needs this as much as we do."
Geto’s eyes squinted from outside the bedroom. He tried to listen in to what you and Gojo were saying, but your voices were too low.
"And what if I don't want him to join?" You teased, both of you knowing full well that was a lie.
Gojo smirked and tilted his head, "Oh yeah? Then why is our bedroom door unlocked and cracked open? I should go close it then, shouldn’t I?”
"Maybe I just didn't want to get up," you replied nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.
"Sure," he laughed and rolled his eyes, "I bet you're soaking wet, aren't you?”
You brought your finger up to your lip and tapped it, pretending to be in deep thought. “You wanna check?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’d love to,” he replied with a smirk and grazed his fingers just barely under the hem of your pants.
“But I bet Suguru would be more than willing to check as well,” he whispered in your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a breathy sigh, enjoying his touch.
A shiver went down your spine as his breath hit your neck and you opened your eyes again, looking back up at him.
Nodding your head, you gave Gojo permission to finally invite his friend in.
Gojo smiled and turned his head towards the door.
"Suguru," he called out in a lilted tone, "get in here."
Geto's eyes widened and he felt a rush of emotions.
How did Gojo know he was there?
And why was he calling him inside?
Geto didn't move. He stayed frozen where he was.
"Geto," Gojo said once more.
Still no response.
"Come on, you don’t want to leave the lady waiting, do you?” Gojo was growing impatient.
Finally, Geto pushed the door open.
"How did you-"
"Know you were here?" Gojo finished his question, "Because I know my best friend. Plus you did a shitty job at hiding it- we knew this whole time.”
Geto's face turned red and he looked down. He felt so embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," was all he could muster up, looking at his feet.
"For what?" Gojo asked, cocking his head to the side.
Geto looked at you, still clung to Gojo and sat on his lap. You bit your lip when your eyes met and attempted to hold back a giggle.
"For, um..." Geto cleared his throat, "for watching."
"Watching what?" You asked, feigning ignorance, with a faux confused expression.
Gojo snorted, amused, and shook his head.
"Okay, that’s enough messing with him, I want him to be able to enjoy this," Gojo said and looked back to Geto.
You turned to Gojo and pouted while looking up at him, “No fun,” you mumbled and rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t contain the smirk that began to shape your lips.
Geto felt his pants grow tighter and he gulped.
You and Gojo had been teasing him for weeks. Was he finally about to get what he wanted?
"Well," Gojo continued, drawing out the word, "if you're so sorry, then why don’t you show us? Actions speak louder than words, right?”
You turned your attention to Geto, curious to see how he'd react.
"You mean...?" He asked, eyes wide and pupils dilated.
"Yes, Geto," Gojo answered, “Unless you don’t want to?” He questioned, knowing fully well how desperately Geto wanted his turn.
"No! I mean, yes, I want to," he blurted out.
"Perfect," Gojo said, smirking. "Then go ahead. Don’t be shy.”
Gojo then lifted you from your ass and positioned you to sit on the bed, you legs dangling off the edge.
Geto approached the two of you. He stopped a few steps away and looked at Gojo, unsure.
"W-what should I do?” Geto asked.
"I think you know what," Gojo replied with a chuckle.
"Y-yeah, I know, but," Geto was so nervous. Despite the amount of times he’d imagined this scenario, he never actually thought it would happen! And now that it was happening- he was at a loss.
You observed Geto, watching the gears spin behind his eyes as he wracked his brain for answers. You almost couldn’t help but laugh, taking pleasure in his embarrassment.
But you decided to remain gentle and take some pity on him. You had been torturing him for weeks after all.
With an outstretched hand you motioned forward and and said, "Come here."
Geto took a deep breath, glanced at you, and then back at Gojo. Gojo nodded, indicating to his friend to follow your instruction.
He hesitantly stepped forward and stood between your legs. He reached his hand out and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.
You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.
He smiled at the gesture, enjoying how soft and delicate you were.
“She’s very responsive,” Gojo told Geto, “Every little touch affects her more than you think.” He chuckled and laid back onto the bed, propping himself up with his elbows to watch the show.
Geto nodded and looked back at you, studying your features.
God, you were so beautiful.
He didn't want to rush anything. No, he wanted to savor this moment.
So, Geto continued to study you. His thumb traced the shape of your cheek bone and jawline, moving down to your chin.
You kept your eyes closed and enjoyed the attention, humming softly.
“Are you getting hard just from looking at her?!” Gojo blurted out, interrupting Geto’s focus.
You couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped your lips.
Geto turned red and his fingers grasped your chin harder than intended.
"Fuck, sorry," he said, loosening his grip.
"Don't worry, Suguru, she likes it rough too." he assured his friend, "Right, princess?"
You hummed in response, smirking with your eyes still closed.
“Although, I suppose you would know that, wouldn’t you?” He said, cocking his head to the side, his blue eyes piercing into Geto.
Geto swallowed hard.
“Don’t feel bad,” you opened your eyes and looked up at him, “I’ll tell you a secret,” you motioned for him to come closer.
He dipped his head while you also met him halfway, moving into the crook of his neck and whispered against his ear, “We liked it.”
You felt the shiver go down his spine and smiled.
Gojo sat up and looked at the both of you,
"As much as I'd love to continue teasing him," Gojo paused and looked at you with a devilish grin, "I want him to see how pretty you look when you cum. How much better the view is up close.”
Geto couldn’t help but moan at Gojo's words. He was so desperate. So turned on.
He pulled away from your embrace and looked down, admiring the sight of you.
The way you looked up at him, waiting patiently for him to make his move. The way your shirt was bunched up just enough to reveal the skin above your waistline. And the way your pants sat on your hips, taunting him, begging him to take them off.
"Please," he whispered, looking into your sparkling eyes, "can I take these off?" He asked, tugging on the hem of your pants.
You tilted your head and gave him a small pout, “Just those?” You asked, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.
Geto let out a small groan and his cock twitched.
"Can I take everything off?" He asked.
You giggled, loving the way his desperation was beginning to show. "Please do," you smiled sweetly at him.
Geto waisted no time, his hands quickly beginning to tug the bottom of your shirt over your head.
“Fuck- thank you,” he moaned once he took in the sight of your topless figure.
Your tits were the perfect size. And god, the way they were framed by the thin bra you were wearing. It was almost too much for him.
Geto grabbed your chest and pushed them together.
"Fuck," he whispered and leaned his head forward, his lips attaching to the top of one of your breasts. "Mmm," you hummed as Geto licked and sucked the area around your nipple, "I thought you were going to take my clothes off, Sugu," you whined.
“Got distracted,” he mumbled against your skin, his gaze never leaving your body in front of him, even as he unclasped your bra and let it fall on the bed.
Gojo snickered at his comment and watched in amusement. He could tell his friend was struggling.
It was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes, really.
But Geto just couldn’t decide which part of you he wanted to give his attention to first.
He kissed and sucked every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. His hands were everywhere- running through your hair, groping your chest, squeezing your waist, and grabbing your ass.
His hands were practically shaking as they moved down your hips.
Geto tugged the belt loops of your pants, pulling them down to the floor, and revealing the matching panties that covered your cunt.
He bit his lip and stared, completely transfixed. Your pussy was dripping wet, a stain of your arousal already formed on the fabric.
He couldn’t resist- but at the same time, he didn’t want this to end.
Gojo interrupted his trance, "Touch her. Please, I can't stand seeing her suffer." And with that encouragement, Geto didn't need to be told twice.
He ran a finger up the center of your panties and pressed his thumb into the spot above your clit.
You let out a gasp, surprised at his sudden boldness, and closed your eyes.
Geto looked up at your face, studying your reactions.
Your lips were parted slightly, letting the heavy breaths that escaped them fill the room.
Then he quickly stood up and looked down at you with determination in his eyes, “Sit on my face,” he demanded, his voice low and desperate, “please, I need you to.” he added softly, and averted eye contact, unsure if his previous tone had been too harsh.
You looked at him, taken aback, and bit your lip.
"Ooh, someone's getting bold," Gojo said as he leaned forward and sat with his legs crossed. His elbows rested on his knees while he held his head in his palms, observing you and Geto with a newfound fascination.
Nodding, you smirked and stood up from the bed.
Both Gojo and Geto watched with hungry eyes as you pulled off the remaining piece of clothing, revealing the dripping wet mess that had been building this whole time.
"Lie down," you motioned for Geto to get onto the bed. He quickly obliged and lay flat on his back.
Gojo scooted over, making room for you and assisting you into position.
Geto's hands rested on your thighs, guiding you closer to his face.
His breathing became heavy as his nose was engulfed in the scent of your arousal.
He didn't even notice Gojo's hand sneak up the back of your head.
But he did notice the way you whimpered when Gojo pulled your hair, involuntarily making your back to arch and muscles to relax- forcing you to fully sit on Suguru's face.
"Oh," was the only word that could escape your mouth in a soft moan.
Geto was in heaven.
He licked and sucked on your folds, savoring the taste.
His fingers dug into your skin, pulling you closer and keeping you in place as you attempted to ride him, hoping that would give him some air. But he wasn't having it. He wanted you to suffocate him.
You looked over at Gojo, his expression full of hunger, and you couldn't help but lean over and kiss him. His grip tightened on your hair and you gasped into his mouth.
Geto was so hard.
Your gasps and whimpers, the taste of your cunt, the scent of your arousal, and the feeling of your soft skin were driving him crazy.
"Look at you," Gojo cooed as he pulled you back, using his grip on your hair. "All flushed and wet. God, you're such a pretty little slut."
He was right.
You were a mess.
A pretty, blushing, panting mess.
"And what a lucky man, Suguru is," he smirked, looking down at his friend, "having you sitting on his face. The perfect throne for the perfect princess."
Your eyes fluttered closed, his words and Suguru's tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
Geto was moaning against your pussy, the vibrations sending shock waves through your body.
"I'm... close," you managed to pant out with your eyes rolled back and brows knitted together.
"Already?" Gojo teased, "Suguru, slow down. We don't want our girl cumming too fast."
"But..." you whimpered and opened your eyes to glare at him.
"Shh," Gojo hushed you patronizingly, "you wouldn't want to be rude to our guest, would you? Be a good girl and hold out for a little longer- for his sake." He released your hair and gave you a look that made it clear you didn't have a choice.
You whined and pouted, but did as you were told.
Geto's pace turned agonizingly slow. He had switched to long, languid strokes, focusing on collecting as much of your juices as possible.
He was determined to savor this moment.
Gojo admired the view. The way your back was arched and muscles tensed, trying desperately to hold off your orgasm.
Your chest heaved and you were letting out small whimpers, unable to control yourself.
The heat in your abdomen grew more and more. "Fuck!" you cried out, nearing dangerously close.
Your hands found their way into Geto's hair, holding on tightly as a means to keep you grounded.
Gojo smirked. He was thoroughly enjoying the way your composure was slowly slipping. "What's wrong, Princess?" he asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Feeling a little overwhelmed?"
You couldn't answer him. Instead, you threw your head back and let out a drawn out moan.
"I don't know… how much longer I can wait," you cried, voice trembling.
"Shh," Gojo soothed, and patted your head, "don't worry, baby. We won't make you wait much longer. Right, Suguru?" He asked his friend.
"Mhm," was his reply, a hum of confirmation.
Gojo nodded and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were half lidded and glassy as you stared back at him.
"Just a little longer, okay?" he whispered, kissing your forehead.
You nodded, barely registering his words.
Geto continued his ministrations, slowly pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Gojo watched you closely, recognizing all the signs of your nearing orgasm.
Your walls fluttered and you let out a high pitched whine. With each new flick of his tongue your hips began rocking and your moans grew louder.
"There's a good girl," Gojo praised, "you've been so patient for us, haven't you?" You nodded again, biting your lip.
"Okay," Gojo said, "go ahead, Princess. Let go. Cum for us."
At his command, Geto's hands gripped your thighs even harder, holding you flush against his face.
He swirled his tongue around your clit, eliciting the most sinful sounds from your lips.
The heat that had been pooling in your stomach finally overflowed and waves of pleasure washed over you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck- Yes!" you cried out.
Geto groaned into you, eagerly lapping up all of your juices.
You tasted sweeter than he ever could have imagined.
His head was swimming, unable to process anything except for the pleasurable sensation of his tongue pressed against your clit.
And you were just as lost in your own pleasure.
You continued grinding against him as your orgasm washed over you.
Your head was thrown back and mouth fell open, letting moans spill past your lips.
Gojo saw this as the perfect opportunity to bury himself in your neck. He kissed and nibbled while whispering into your skin.
"That's it, just like that. God, you're so beautiful when you cum," he moaned, his cock straining painfully against his pants. "You've made Suguru a very happy man, princess," he added.
"Mhm" Geto hummed in agreeance into your cunt, the vibrations mixed with his tongue still lapping overstimulated you, causing your legs to shake and squeeze.
"Ah!" you whimpered as your muscles involuntarily contracted, pulling Geto impossibly closer when your thighs squeezed him.
Gojo laughed and looked at Geto, "Looks like she's holding you captive."
"Not that I mind," he smirked against your pussy, "I could die here and be completely happy."
Geto's words sent a shiver down your spine and you moaned, releasing him from the grip of your thighs.
With one final lick of a stripe up your cunt, you collapsed into the bed, panting heavily on your back.
Gojo smiled and brushed the hair that had stuck to your forehead away. "Such a good girl," he praised.
asking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths.
"Now," Gojo looked over to his friend and nodded in your direction, "Tell her nice things and touch her gently. Let her know how much you enjoyed that. She loves the attention, especially after she's been fucked out of her mind."
Geto followed his friends advice.
"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, moving closer to you. "Your taste," he kissed your jaw, "your smell," he kissed your neck, "the sound of your moans," he kissed your collarbone. "You're absolutely perfect."
"Mmm," you hummed, enjoying his words full of genuine emotion.
Geto moved even closer, hovering over your body. His lips ghosted over your skin as he spoke,
"Thank you," he whispered, "that was everything I ever dreamed of and more."
His words sent a wave of pride over you and you smiled, "You're welcome."
Gojo chuckled and shook his head, "Don't get her ego too inflated now," he joked, "she's already too much."
You giggled and turned to look at Gojo, "Like you're one to talk."
"Guilty," he smirked, then looked over to his friend, "but we do have a problem."
Geto looked at him with a confused expression.
"Our princess has had an orgasm," he stated.
Geto nodded.
"And you haven't."
Geto's eyes widened, the realization of Gojo's intentions finally hitting him. He was going to let his friend get pleasured by his girlfriend.
"Let me take care of you both," You looked between Gojo and Geto with a smile and reached out to pull Gojo closer.
Once he was within arms reach you began to undress him, starting with his shirt. He let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of your hands roaming his chest.
"You're such a tease," he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed.
"You love it," you whispered into his ear while palming his cock over his jeans. And once Gojo let out a strangled groan you pulled away with a giggle and turned to focus your attention on undressing Geto.
You started by pulling his shirt over his head.
As soon as the fabric hit the floor, Gojo leaned in and pressed his chest into your back, "Why did I ever let you get so fucking smug?" he asked while running his fingers through your hair.
You looked over your shoulder and smirked, "You love me."
"Hm, I do," he whispered against your ear and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
Meanwhile, Geto was watching the two of you with wide eyes and a growing blush.
The way you and Gojo moved around each other, teasing and flirting- it was mesmerizing.
And when Gojo began sucking hickeys into the side of your neck, Geto couldn't help but groan.
Your hand moved up his chest and stopped at his lips. "Shh, patience," you smiled, "we haven't forgotten about you."
"You haven't, maybe," Gojo mumbled into your neck.
"Don't listen to him," you said, looking at Geto and giving him a playful smile, "he's just jealous I haven't been tending to him."
"Hey!" Gojo protested and bit your neck in retaliation, which caused a squeal to slip past your lips.
Gojo took undressing himself into his own hands as you continued assisting Geto.
He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his thighs, his boxers following right after.
Once the three of you were fully naked, Geto looked between the two of you with a questioning gaze.
"Um, how should I... position myself?" he asked hesitantly, unsure of where he would be allowed to touch and what his role would be.
"You're our guest tonight, Suguru," Gojo said, "I'll let you decide."
"Really?!" He looked at Gojo, surprised by the freedom he was given.
"Mhm," Gojo hummed and nodded.
"Thank you," he replied.
Geto took a few moments to think.
He knew he wanted to watch your face, see every emotion and expression you made.
If he and Gojo were going to have you at the same time then that meant he would have you blow him while Gojo takes you from the back, then he could see the expressions from both of the cocks in you. It’s a win/win/win.
"I want to lay down," Geto stated, "and I want to be able to see her face," he added, nodding in your direction.
"How should I-" you began asking, but Gojo cut you off.
“You’re going to lay on your stomach and I’m going to lift your pretty ass in the air. And while I’m fucking you, instead of pushing your face into the mattress I’ll be shoving your mouth on Suguru’s cock. Sound good?” He smirked, waiting for a reaction.
Your eyes widened and your cunt throbbed.
He wasn’t asking, he was telling.
And his tone of voice sent a shockwave through your body, making your pussy clench around nothing.
You gulped and nodded your head, your arousal already building from the mental image your boyfriend painted.
Geto sat back against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him, and waited patiently. You lay on the bed on your stomach, legs bent with your ass sticking up.
Gojo positioned himself behind you and held his cock in his hand.
Once you positioned yourself properly between them you looked forward. You saw Geto slowly pumping his cock in his fist, eyes half closed as he gazed across your body.
A low moan escaped his lips as his thumb pressed into the tip, spreading the precum that had gathered there.
"Mmm," he groaned and closed his eyes.
You licked your lips, already eagerly anticipating what was to come.
Gojo rubbed his tip against your entrance, letting out a groan as he felt your slickness. "She's so fucking wet," he moaned, "it's all because of you, Suguru."
Geto opened his eyes and looked at you.
Your head was now resting on his thigh, lips parted and pupils dilated.
He watched as Gojo's cock slowly entered you and the way your eyes rolled back and a long, drawn out moan spilled past your lips.
Geto couldn't take it anymore.
He needed to feel your mouth on his cock.
He grabbed the base of his shaft and held his tip to your lips. "Open," he commanded, his tone low and firm.
His commanding voice instantly made your pussy clench and you followed instructions, parting your lips while holding his intense gaze.
Geto let out a satisfied moan once he felt the warmth of your mouth envelope his cock.
"Fuck, yes," he said through gritted teeth, "so good."
"She is, isn't she?" Gojo praised as he began to pick up his pace. "Fuck, so tight too," he moaned, his hand reaching for your hair, grabbing a fistful and forcing your mouth down onto Geto's cock.
"Fuck!" Geto shouted as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.
Your eyes watered and a gurgled moan tried to escape your throat, but it was stifled from Geto’s cock that was buried in your mouth.
"Good girl," Gojo groaned, his hand moving to the base of your neck, "taking my cock and sucking off Suguru like the good little slut you are."
Geto and Gojo were in heaven. And so were you.
Both of their cocks filling you from either end, their praises filling your ears and the feeling of their bodies pressed against yours.
This was surly heaven.
With each new thrust from Gojo’s end your body lurched forward, making Geto's cock hit the back of your throat.
The sensation caused you to gag and tears to spill from your eyes, leaving a wet trail down your cheeks.
"Fuck," Geto moaned and gripped the sheets, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back. He was desperate to take in your every expression.
"Mmm," you hummed, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"You like having your holes fucked at the same time, don't you?" Geto asked, his voice low and raspy. He was quickly becoming more comfortable and confident with his role in your new arrangement.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave a small nod, humming again in agreeance.
"Such a slutty girl," Gojo said, picking up his pace.
You whined around Geto's cock, the praise causing a new rush of heat to form in your stomach.
Gojo continued his praises, knowing how much they affected you, “Our perfect, little, slutty girl, aren’t you? Just a desperate, needy, little, slut who loves having her holes stuffed full at the same time. You love being used like a little fuck toy, don't you?”
His words went straight to your cunt and your walls began fluttering.
Your muffled moans were constant as your orgasm quickly approached. One of Gojo’s hands moved to rub circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer with every passing second.
"Are you close, Princess?" he asked, knowing fully well that you were.
"Mmm!" you whined, choking on Geto’s cock while trying to push back onto Gojo’s.
"Oh, so desperate," he smirked and leaned forward, "I should make you beg for it, like the little slut you are," he whispered into your ear.
You tried to protest, shaking your head and moaning into Geto's dick.
Gojo chuckled and looked at Geto. "What do you think?"
Geto hummed and considered his options.
He was already so close, and judging from the way your moans and breathing were increasing, you were as well.
But the idea of getting to hear your desperate, breathless, pleas, was too much to pass up.
"Make her beg," he said, smirking.
"Mm-mm!" You whined, desperately trying to communicate with them.
"Oh?” Gojo looked down at you, “You heard the man- beg, princess.”
“Mmph!” You’re begs fell flat into muffled whimpers and the only thing you could do was look up at Geto with tears in your eyes and a pleading expression.
Geto couldn’t help the groan that slipped past his lips. Seeing you so helpless, completely at his and Gojo's mercy, was exhilarating.
"I can't hear you," Gojo teased, slowing down his pace.
You whined and attempted to meet his thrusts halfway by pushing you ass onto him. But Gojo quickly caught on and gave you a quick smack on your ass.
"No," he growled, "you’ve been such a good girl tonight, don’t make that change."
You let out a frustrated sob, the feeling of desperation and the ache between your legs overwhelming. "Plmm," you begged, your words barely audible against the bobbing of Geto’s cock, "plmm, plmm, plmm," you continued, your voice growing more whimpered.
"What was that?" Geto asked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and prompting your head off his cock, allowing the desperate whines and sobs to slip past your lips.
"P-please," you managed to say, looking up at him with desperation in your eyes.
"Please what?" Gojo asked, slowing down his thrusts and giving your ass another hard smack.
"Fuck!" You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, "please, please, please, I'm begging you," you pleaded looking between the two men, "please let me cum!” Your legs trembled and your body tensed as you fought against every cell in your being that called for release.
Geto let go of your hair and shoved his cock back into your mouth.
"Well, since you begged so nicely," he smirked, and Gojo began his relentless assault on your pussy.
You let out a loud, muffled moan as both of their cocks filled you.
Your mind was completely blank. All you could do was focus on the intense waves of pleasure that crashed through your body, spiraling you into the depths of your orgasm.
"Fuck!" Gojo groaned, the way your cunt pulsed and squeezed his cock sending him over the edge, his hot load painting the inside of your walls.
Geto was next. He threw his head back and gripped your hair tightly in place as his seed spilled into your mouth.
"Fuck, take it, just like that," he moaned.
His praise mixed with Gojo's continued thrusts, and the taste of his cum coating your tongue, sent another shock wave of pleasure through you.
"Mmmm!" you screamed, or at least you would have if your mouth wasn't currently occupied.
Geto looked down at you and his heart skipped a beat.
The way you looked up at him with a hazy, blissful expression, tears in your eyes and cheeks red. You looked absolutely radiant.
"Fuck, so good," Gojo moaned, slowing down his thrusts.
Once the three of you were completely spent, Geto pulled his cock from your mouth and collapsed back onto the bed.
A deep breath released from your lips once your mouth was free. You found your self slumped against Geto’s thigh, eyes shut and in your own world.
"She's perfect," Geto sighed, staring at the ceiling.
"She is," Gojo agreed, slowly pulling his softening cock out of you.
You felt his warmth leave and let out a small whine, suddenly feeling very empty. It was a harsh difference from the complete fullness you felt just moments before.
"Shh," Gojo reassured you, running a hand up and down your back, "just wait a minute. I'm going to get something to clean us up, okay?"
You nodded and managed a small, “Mhm,”
"Come here, sweet girl," Geto coaxed and pulled your head onto his chest.
You gladly took his invitation and let him hold you while Gojo went and grabbed some water and warm towels.
Geto ran his fingers through your hair and planted small kisses on the top of your head, "You were absolutely perfect," he praised.
You smiled and looked up at him.
He was completely flushed and sweaty, but still looked just as beautiful as always. "Thank you," you smiled and kissed him.
The two of you lay there, kissing lazily and whispering praises, until Gojo came back. He walked into the room and smiled, seeing you curled up on Geto's chest.
"Here," he said, handing Geto a glass of water, "let's get her sitting up."
Geto nodded and helped you sit up, propping you against his chest. He held the glass to your lips and you met him half way, bringing yourself up to drink.
"Slow sips, sweet girl," he coaxed and you complied, taking small sips.
"That's it, so good," he praised, making your heart flutter.
"Yes, you did such a good job, baby." Gojo said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "You were so pretty for us, and we're so proud."
He was right, you did a great job.
They were both very happy and pleased with you, and you loved it.
"I'll take care of you, just sit back and let us do everything." Gojo reassured you, taking the glass and setting it on the nightstand.
He handed Geto a towel, then cleaned you off with the other.
"Thank you," Geto said, "for inviting, I mean."
"You're welcome," Gojo replied, "you're always invited. Right, princess?"
You hummed, unable to form proper words, and snuggled back into Geto's chest.
Gojo chuckled and shook his head. He brought another clean towel up to your face and gently wiped away the dried tears and drool. When he was satisfied with his work he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and whispered in your ear, “Go to sleep now, love,”
You smiled and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber.
Geto held you close, stroking your hair, while Gojo crawled into the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chest pressed into your back and his legs tangled with yours.
Geto was laying beside you, still holding your head on his chest and rubbing gentle circles into your hip.
With the two men holding you so tightly and protectively, it didn't take long for sleep to fully overcome you.
Gojo and Geto followed shortly after.
The three of you spent the night in each other's arms, peacefully sleeping.
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I need to know how ranchero Miguel convinced the parents to let him marry their daughter. Was it a shotgun wedding? 👀
Indeed 👀. Bit of Drama and slight angst under the cut.
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You had woken up nauseous and dizzy, for the third time in a row. Your mother was concerned. Had something made you sick? She was stricter with the kitchen staff to be more careful. But upon the wafting smell of your usual morning soup, an egg drop soup, entered your room, you retched on the bathroom, again.
You paled.
When was the last time your period came? It was hard to keep tabs when you were trying to attend other business and try to not die in the process. Two months and counting. You barely had the chance of seeing Miguel as well, since he had his own good share of work in the barn.
And he was the last and only man you have been with. Your hands went around your tummy and tears were in the verge of spilling. You were pregnant.
God, you were so scared. You knew how your parents thought of him, and for all you knew, they still thought you were pure.
But as things were going sooner or later They'd find out, probably kick him out and you'd be forced to marry a guy that looked like him to make pass the child as his. The thought scared you shitless, so you washed your mouth, bathed, got dressed and went to him.
He was talking with the foreman of another estate, but excused himself upon seeing you.
His smile faltered when you approached, solemn look, and red nose by the constant sniffling.
"Hey, hey. Come here. ¿Qué le pasa a mi chula?" (What's wrong with you, gorgeous?)
You whimpered and buried your face in his chest. He held you tightly.
"You mom got you on another date?" He rolled his eyes and you shook your head.
"Your dad tried to sell Luis again?" Another shake of your head.
"Then what is it? You gotta tell me,princesa."
"I..." You hiccuped, "I think I'm pregnant."
You could feel him tense and he made you look at him. You thought he'd be angry but the shine in his eyes proved you otherwise.
"¿Voy a ser papá?" He questioned with a excited yet strained voice. You just stared at him and he kissed you, deeply (Am I gonna be a dad?)
"¡Me vas a hacer papá!" (You're making me a dad!)
He was happy and you broke down.
"Why are you crying? Aren't you excited?"
"I am but... Dad will kick you out and... and.. -" You hiccuped and he just held you with a smile.
" Ps, que me eche. I've got my own home anyways. And if... things get bad, you'll come with me. Okay?" He squeezed you tightly and grunted happily, "Dios te vas a ver preciosa con esa panza toda grandota y redonda. Te voy a cuidar, vas a ser mi reina. Ya vas a ver."
(He can do that.) (God, you'll look gorgeous with that big and round belly. Imma take care of you, you'll be my queen. You'll see.)
He just kept rambling things you couldn't understand, but seeing him giddy made your aching heart to relax.
"I'll talk to him. I... Le voy a pedir tu mano." (Imma ask him your hand in marriage)
"W-What? are you sure of it? I mean, I don't want you getting hurt. He might look like an old man but... he knows his tricks.
"Your mother is the one that I'm concerned about."
And he was right.
"ABSOLUTELY NO." She had protested, the staff had been hiding behind the doors, listening to the scene unfold.
"How dare you asking for such thing!"
"Mom-"
"No. Who do you think you are?! Of course you won't marry her! She's set for better things!"
Miguel's eyes narrowed and your heart stopped with sudden rage.
"I want him!" You stood up, stomping your hands on the table.
"I'm old enough to decide on my own, Mom. I... I love Miguel." With every word that spilled from your mouth, she held her heart as your dad just pinched his nose bridge. He had been silent the whole talk, just glaring holes at Miguel.
"Good lord... Just... Imagine the scandal, the people... What would they say about you?! About us?!"
"They already talk shit under our nose, mom. Their opinion is irrelevant. None really approaches us if it's not for a favor."
"You... you brat!"
"I'm pregnant."
Miguel stood to calm you down as the fight kept rising. Your dad immediately straightened up and looked at Miguel.
"You." His voice venomous, but calm, "And you." He pointed at you.
"Tomorrow at church. 8 am."
"You can't be serious! You'll wed them?!
"Your yelling won't make her less pregnant. And I rather have them wedded than having an off marriage child. A sin." Your dad mumbled and looked at you, your rage seemed to be consuming you by how they spoke of your future child. Miguel's expression hardened, a low growl emanating from him.
"Once you're married, I want you both out of my property, got it?"
"Fine! I didn't want to spent my life being a fucking trophy wife for some rich man I barely know."
You were wedded, and despite your dad underlying sadness, and he wanting to swallow his words back, pride didn't allow him to speak and ask you to stay. Your mother didn't even look at your way.
Miguel had packed your things and put them on his truck. You left to a new life with him and your future family.
#miguel o'hara#t writes✨#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x reader#Miguel Ranchero#Bit of drama#La Novela Haha#atsv miguel
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okok i'm here for a request
wonwoo as your coworker who you've been having an office romance with - which you have been taking as a joke. everyone thinks you'll get together, and you play along with that. but wonwoo is very serious.
so late night booty call from coworker!wonwoo? or maybe drunk dial to wonwoo and the aftermath the next day (fucking in the office)
Pairing: wonwoo x afab!reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 3.9k
tags: office au, feturin bartender!chan and coworker!mingyu, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, pet name
author note: hi bee ily bee, you're messed up for this bee. but im worse for producing it gdjgwkjg. anyways enjoy wonu rot
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Wonwoo is a handsome guy and it was clear as day to everyone in the office. You like having a bit of his attention. He’s funny and quite friendly with you, but that is perhaps because the first time you met you had the courage to fight with him over the last jam-filled donut in the break room. Since then, there’s never not been a reason to talk as if you’ve known each other forever.
You admit some of the socializing you’ve been having with Wonwoo is more than what you do with any other coworker, let alone friend, but you were just playing along and it was too late to go back. Besides, both of you know what this is. All this talk was simply harmless flirting, playful jokes, and lively banter. You make it clear at the end of it all that there is nothing between you and Wonwoo, that things are as platonic as two subordinates can get.
You can’t say the rest of the office believes that though, seeing as so many of them with jealous glares in your direction or the nudges from the suspecting coworkers that ‘lowkey ship’ you two together as if you were some characters in television.
“Ugh, you two make me sick. Just get together and have beautiful children already.”
You and Wonwoo shared a harmonious chuckle together, one louder in humor and it wasn’t the man dashing in a silk silver necktie.
“I wish I could, but they like to sleep on the left side even though I also sleep on the left side and I don't know how that would work,” Wonwoo knocks against your shoulder
“Not to mention he likes cats way more than dogs and the fact that we could never really be together because we’re just good coworkers.”
“Right,” he lightly punches, indicating agreement. “It’d be a really bad idea if we were actually together.”
You raise your brows, almost offended. “Woah, woah. I never said it was really bad.”
“But you were thinking about it.”
“Lover quarrel I hear?” Mingyu butts in after getting his morning joe. “They’re always at it at this time of day.”
You roll your eyes at the giant. “All I’m saying is. I and Wonwoo are good together at work. Just work. Dare I say he’s a good work husband, even if he steals the last of the pastries—“
“Will you ever let that go—“
“No—and that’s all there is everyone. Sorry to disappoint.”
The crowd gives their share of snide smirks before dispersing. Mingyu is the last to stay behind, a Cheshire smile on his face. “Sure, you two. Just keep your hands to yourself around here…if you can help it.”
You were about to throw a light kick at the man before he started scurrying off, leaving you and Wonwoo in your lonesome as always.
“They mean no harm by the way,” Wonwoo points out, “but if it bothers you that much, I can tell them to lay off.”
“Nu-uh,” you reply, shaking your head, “and make me look like a buzzkill? I don’t mind the back and forth. Just don’t anyone get the wrong idea that our jokes are actually serious?”
“Yeah, because it’d be just awful to be caught dating someone like me.”
You groan at his choice of words. “That is not what I said. Stop putting words in my mouth. This is why we wouldn’t work together.”
Wonwoo shrugs, a smile on his face that truly does brighten up a whole room. God, no wonder people think you’re dating him. What single man smiles like that? “Alright, sweet face. Fine. Who cares what they think? We know left from right, okay?” There’s a hint in his tone that says otherwise but you decide to ignore it.
“Okay, good. Anyways, what are your plans tonight? Up for another night of Valo queue?”
“I actually have plans tonight.”
“Oh?” You say wiggling your eyebrows. “Hot date?”
“Maybe? Haven’t met them yet.”
You’re playful expression fades. “Oh, actually? Wow. You must be…excited.”
He shrugs, freshening up his mug. “It’s nice to have plans outside of binge-watching TV at home, so a little bit.”
Your smile can’t seem to reach your ears until you’ve found a way to find the humor out of it. “That sounds nice. I wanna be set up—Wonwoo don’t you have any hot friends?”
Wonwoo feigns thought, clicking his tongue, now noticing the watch on his wrist. “Well, would you look at the time? Back to work.”
You sneer at him leaving you unanswered, following after him to continue the rest of your day. This is how most days went. Outside of work, you shared your personal interests with him, such as video games—perhaps adding to the assumption that you both seem very couple forward—but otherwise, that was all. There was nothing else that made you more than people who work in close proximity together, and not by your own fault either.
Despite this dynamic, Wonwoo is a private person and you only know what he lets you know. Perhaps, that’s why you are so dead set on keeping the formality the way it is. Who knows the type of person he is behind doors?
You try not to be curious about him for the sake of your circumstance, but the thought of Wonwoo and his date stays in the back of your mind, pestering you like an insect well into the afternoon until after work. That’s when you decide to hit up the local bar, grab a drink—or 5–and catch up with your favorite bartender, Chan, to see what he’s up to. He’s normally a good distraction, seeing as he can talk circles around any subject while jumping from one to the other, and you think it starts to make you forget why ever you came in the first place.
However, ‘drunk you’ does whatever the fuck they want, even if ‘sober you’ says otherwise. You seem to forget that every time you go out, perhaps because you think you’ve overcome that part of you after a while of not drinking. Truth was you haven’t.
“Hellooo…”
The dial tone plays on the other end and you continue your incessant greeting until you’re met with a familiar and confused sound. You automatically grin, clutching the device close to your ear in hopes of hearing his voice again.
“Wonwoo…are you and you having fun…”
You hear shuffling in the background, unaware it was Wonwoo checking caller ID to make sure it was you. “Are you doing okay?”
“Me? I’m great…how are you bud? Buddy? Companion? Bestie?”
“Okay. Where are you right now?”
You chortle, glancing back at Chan who is preoccupied with other customers but watching you from the corner of his eye concerned. “Hehe, I’m with a friend. A very handsome friend…”
Chan lets out a light chuckle before finishing up the drink and handing it to the person waiting. He strolls out to you, listening in on the rest of your call as he pretends to clean up glasses.
“Handsome friend?” Wonwoo repeats.
“Very handsome.”
You aren’t sure what’s going on with you, but you feel the urge to simply narrate everything around you, making sure the man on the other line hears every word.
“Is there a reason you’re calling me, Y/n?”
You hum against the phone in pondering. “Just…because. It’s you.”
“Me?”
“You.”
Chan lightly scoffs at the scene, almost seeing the pink in your eyes as you speak to whoever is on the other end and politely asks for your phone. You pout at him, denying him the device, but with a stern look, you melt into mush and soon obliged.
“Hi, you must be Y/n’s friend right? They’re at the Carat Club right now and it looks like they’ve had enough to drink.”
Wonwoo hums into the phone before responding back cautiously. “Are you the handsome friend?”
Chan grins hearing the hint of jealousy. “Why yes, I am.”
“You don’t sound that handsome.”
“Well, you can judge for yourself because I’m also the bartender here. If you aren’t too busy, I’d really appreciate you getting them home. I’ll keep an eye on them but I can only do that for so long with the rush we’re having.”
There’s a moment of silence on the phone that makes the young bartender think the calls have dropped until the gravelly voice on the other end begrudgingly agrees, quickly hanging up right after.
Chan sets the phone back to your side, doing what he’s promised to do. After some time, he recognizes Wonwoo right away by his frantic arrival and the bartender waves him over. Wonwoo scans your current state with a frown creasing his eyes. He tries shaking your sides, and see how little effect it makes.
“How much have they had to drink?”
“A couple of cocktails but by how early they’ve gotten here I assume they haven’t eaten. Best to take them home before it goes right through them.”
“Thanks,” Wonwoo, picks you up by your limp arms and supports your side in the direction of the door. When he’s out of sight, he quietly curses to himself about the accuracy of the bartender’s appearance before settling you in his passenger seat.
His goal is to get you rested and safe. Seeing as your driver's license is doctored from the city several hours from where they are, he assumes it is in need of an update, and tries to pry your address out of you. To no avail, nothing useful comes out from your drunk slurred lips and he ends up taking you to his home, dumping you on his bed, and tucking you in.
You don’t remember anything after the third drink: making that call to Wonwoo, or the debacle of trying to get you home, or his persistence in climbing up the flight of stairs in his own home with the extra body weight. You can only assume the worst when you wake up the following day in a foreign bedroom; your internal alarm was clock accurate as always. You jump from the sheets in pure fear, scanning your surroundings for an owner, when you realize you still have the clothes you wore to work the day before.
Promptly, Wonwoo walks towards the bedroom you occupy from the wide open door and greet you, a smile on his face. “Good, you’re up. Work is in an hour, I’ll get you there.”
“Wonwoo, where am I?”
“My place. I would’ve taken you home if you had been more cooperative.”
It takes your eyes some adjusting but you soon realize the lack of clothing on his body, warranting the smooth, broad, and muscular appearance of a Jeon Wonwoo you wouldn’t dare dream of. You gulp at the sight taking it in before hearing him chuckle as he crosses his arms to obscure the view, forcing your eyes on his face that was bare of the thick pair of metal frames you are used to. Instead, you see his eyes, overflowing with warmth you worry you’d stumble upon seeing them. “Extra bathroom at the other end of the hall. I can lend you a shirt.”
“T-thanks.” You say before he disappears in order to get ready for another day.
You quickly finish what needed to be done, taking advantage of the oversized shirt Wonwoo left you behind and somehow making it work. Soon enough you’re off to the office, in his passenger, only time sober and a lot more self-conscious.
“Did I do or say anything weird?”
He lets out a deep, familiar chuckle. “Depends. What’s your definition of weird?”
You try thinking of an answer but none would come up, having you change your mind about getting his prompt response.
“If it’s any consolation, you didn’t get sick like I thought you would, and you were mostly asleep.”
“That just means I was a mess,” You whine.
“Perhaps, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“Wait, what about your date? Don’t tell me you—“
“She canceled and I had nothing going on. You called at a good time.”
“I called you?” You question him in bemusement.
“Like I said, nothing I couldn’t handle.”
His repeating that phrase does something the chemical in your brain, retracing the dents of his torso as if they’re right in front you, glistening against the sun rays peaking out of the windows. The smile on his face makes your heart pound a little harder than you’re used to, and now you’re noticing the veins on his hands as he grips the wheel.
You feel yourself swallow. Hand to heart, you pat down as if trying to manually regulate it, but ultimately fail as Wonwoo continues to speak. This must be the embarrassment talking.
“For a second, I thought you called me to confess your undying love for me or something.”
“What?” You ask laughing a little too hard, for once grasping the humor in the situation with difficulty. “Why would you think that?”
“For one, you were drunk. It seemed likely.” He clears his throat, trying to focus on the road. “And maybe that’s what I wanted to hear.”
Those words settle into you like hot cement, frustratingly slow, and before you finally answer, you’re already back at work, following Wonwoo as you leave the car. When both obviously arrive together, the usual attention has multiplied by tenfold, and the treatment feels different than normal. More flustering a suffocating after the night you’ve had. Wonwoo is the only one to notice as he calmly escorts you to your cubicles, leaving the questions of your coworkers unanswered.
You aren't sure why they’re comments are getting you like this now, making you feel hot, hands clasped against your cheeks like a bashful child, but it bothers you throughout the day, forcing you to keep mostly to yourself. Its then Wonwoo, sends you a note, meeting him for lunch alone knowingly while everyone else planned a meal out. You hesitantly oblige to his request and when the time came around, it’s unexpectantly timid, awkward, and nerve-wracking. That’s not how monets with Wonwoo are supposed to go.
“You’ve been quiet.”
You bow you head. “Sorry.”
“Why are you being sorry?”
“I didn’t think I was bothering anyone.”
You don’t see it, but he rolls his eyes.“Well, you were bothering me. Talk to me, joke around with me, be mean to me I don’t know. The silence is annoying me.”
“...I’m sorry.”
“Apologizing again? Look at me.”
It was difficult given the predicament you’re in, but he forces you to anyways by lifting up your chin between his fingers. You watch a dark storm brew in his eyes and now you can’t bare to tear away.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”
You don’t get it. For the past year, you’ve known him, there's only ever been amicable looks or gregarious smiles at a maximum, but in the deep pit of your stomach bubbles a new sensation that has finally festered enough to rise to the surface. You clench your legs in instinct, eyes fluttering back at him as you let each breath take a slow turn.
Intuitive as always, Wonwoo sees that shift in your eyes. It’s disturbing, daunting, and tempting all at once and he decides he can’t take it anymore.
With the break room wall behind you, he pushes you against it, claiming your lips and body until there is no way of escaping. His lips are soft against yours, but moves languidly and impatient, and the grip of his hands on your hips drains the energy out of your lower body. You attempt to chase his vigor, hands against your neck as you suppress your moans at how he kneads your flesh through your slacks only to press your thigh to his side.
“So I’m what’s wrong?” He asks in a low rasp against your lips.
You naturally hold him by the back of his neck, his nose nuzzling against yours. Wonwoo feels your lips part to speak, but he is in a daze by how soft they felt only seconds ago. “You are far from what’s wrong,” you finally answer.
Ridding of inhibitions and doubt, Wonwoo opens the storage closet behind you and shoves you in to lock you both inside. His hands run up your body needily, desperate to taste the skin underneath the shirt you’ve borrowed. You help him undress the same way he does to you, and your pristine pressed Van Hausens fall near your feet like rubble.
His lips then fall underneath your chin, trailing your neck, he refrains from leaving too much pressure but is almost swayed by your natural scent mixed in with his shampoo. He roughly plants you against a mostly empty shelf, the ice cold metal somehow burning your skin. He helps you tug off your slacks finding that sopping cunt that’s been dying to have him discover them since this morning.
“For me? Just for me?” He wastes no time shoving his hand down the frail fabric of your underwear and gliding his thick digits over your wet slit. “I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself this time.”
Your voice reveals itself, saying his name in a way you wouldn’t dare let another person hear as long as you lived. He repeats the action, watching you crumble in front of him like award-winning cinema.
“I never heard you speak like that to me. I could get used to it.” He find your ear, his cat-like smile forming before his lips closes around your skin and his whispers cause the ripples of chills down your spine. “Say my name like that again for me, darling.”
You tremble under his touch, feeling his fingers dip into your heat enticingly. “Won…wooo…”
He lets out a soft and gentle moan, and the heat of his breath fans your pebbled skin. “Such a pretty little thing. I’ve dreamt how you’d be like this for me so often.”
“You…have?”
He presses a lingering kiss on your neck. “More than I can be proud of.” He curls his digits before taking light jerks, his thumb rubbing your arousal around the circumference of your clit. He drinks in your pretty pants, teeth grazing back at your skin. “You like me touching you? Aren’t I being such a good work husband?”
Your eyes screw shit, mouth etching open to give him a well-deserved praise, “So goo—“
“Where are my keys,” a voice breaks outside the door.
Wonwoo seizes his fingers from you and clamps them over your mouth, your arousal basically coating your lips and his eyes staring back at you intently.
“Where did they go anyway?”
Wonwoo shushes you with pursed lips. “Better be quiet.” His tone is stern but his actions say otherwise as his zipper comes down in a fraction of a second. “It’s in our best interest not to get caught, right?”
His name muffles under his palm, squeezing the life out of your cheeks as he exposes the bulging cock that’s been fighting away at him since he kissed you. Your eyes dart in their direction, beading perspiration across your forehead, and you feel yourself clench around nothing as his cock draws closer to your fluttering heat.
Your eyes double their size and then shrink to half the size once he’s inside you. His raw, long heat pushes into your core inch by inch, and you feel the necessary evil to bite down his palm. If Wonwoo was bothered by it, he doesn’t show it as he claims you with deep strokes, having your hands rest against his firm pectorals in reluctant trust. His low grunts can only be heard by you and the slight fog in his glasses is apparent the closer he thrust into you, even in the dim closet lighting,
Outside these walls still is a confused Mingyu, not foreseeing the event occurring behind a door mere feet away. “Maybe, they went somewhere else for lunch.”
You audibly squeak within the tight space and Wonwoo shushes you again, knocking back into with a curt but harsh slam before forcing your walls to hold his cock inside you like a natural plug. “You’re gonna get us in trouble, darling. I’m not done with you yet.” An accumulated thrill runs through your veins at the thought of being caught, taking every thrust with pressure and liquifying at the devious smile on your rumored boyfriend’s face.
“No they’re not here,” the intruder says to a voice unheard from their distance. “…Coming!”
His footsteps noticeably scan the perimeter once last time before they retreated further and further away.
“Finally,” Wonwoo breathes out, “now I have you all to myself.” Although he states that, he doesn’t let go of your mouth, in fact, you swear his hand is getting tighter and now his face closer, finally processing the spearmint on his breath “We should still be careful. Can you be quiet for me?”
You quietly nodded, grasping at his body desperately, gesturing for him to keep going.
He scoffs. “My darling being impatient?” He pulls out almost his entire length before shoving back into you, earning a feeble tremble. “My. Cock. Making. You. Needy. Hm?”
You nod back at him, holding back your tears, nails digging into his shoulder blades.
“Eyes on me, darling. Your work husband is need of your attention while I fuck you senseless.”
Shallow breaths escape your nostrils, finally meeting his eyes, which seemed to have lost the thick barrier of his glasses somehow already set on the shelf behind him. “Would you like for me to cum in you?”
You gingerly nod.
“Will you listen to everything I say when I let go of your mouth?”
Like a glitch, you nod the same exact way.
“Such a good little darling.”
His cock fills you up as naturally as breathing does. While his lips are home against yours, tongue entangling to the point it becomes sex itself. Your hushed moans are music to his ears and bear motive as his cock plunges deeper and harder inside you. He doesn’t mind how you bit his lips, nor how your nails drag against his back, rather he revels in it, doubling over you to push his cock inside you deeper until you're unable to contain your screams and he’s forced to silence you again.
You whisper how you’re close and it’s a natural drug, encouraging him to only ram inside you and claim the sweet sound of your orgasm coating decadently around his cock. He handles it rather gentlemanly, fairly as his cock is next to ripple in climax, shooting his thick over churned honey until it fills your heat until the point of fully occupancy. His arms come around you in a firm grasp, bruising your lips until you’re imprinted with the memory of him.
You let out light pants, awkwardly thanking his promptly done tasks before you’re whisked away again by his perfect, salvia-sheened lips. “That was very…superb.”
Strange adjective but it’s done the job, you think.
“I’m glad you think so,” he chuckles in a way that tells you things are far from over and you’re proven correct when he brings up your legs, thighs crushing his cheeks that splays the most impish smile. “But we still have 15 minutes of our lunch and a man’s gotta eat.”
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A Proper Lesson
teacher!daemon x student!reader
A/N: This was a request for a fic similar to short skirts and lacy panties just changed up a bit. This is the version for people who prefer reader fics, the rhae x daemon version is here!
TW: MOJOR DUBCON, SMUT!!, choking, lots of spanking, bondage, dacryphilia, throat fucking
word count: 1,488 words
It’s filthy, the way he thinks about you, the way he looks at you. It’s a small class, Valyrian History 101, you are always right front in centre. Daemon can hardly understand why. The brat never pays attention, but is perhaps looking for it? It could be why you never turn assignments in on time or why you spend more time putting on lipgloss rather than completing you homework. You're just a little spoiled rich girl and he knows it. Daemon knows your father and it makes him realize how you gets away with everything, but he won’t let your behaviour slide any longer.
“Miss (l/n), you will stay after class.” Daemon calls out to you as the other students file out.
“Is there a problem, professor?” You asksinnocently.
He wants to say that the fact that he can see your nipples through your top is a problem. Instead he says, “Your assignment was meant to be turned in at the start of class.”
“I need an extension.”
“I hardly believe that.”
“My father donates a lot of money to this school.”
Daemon sighs and decides that he will at least give her one last chance. Your father is an old friend after all. “You have until tomorrow morning.”
“I need a three day extension.” You give him a condescending little smirk.
“It will be turned in tomorrow before class begins or you will have real consequences.” He says seriously.
“I’m sure I will.” You smirk before flouncing out of the room without a care in the world.
The next day, nothing is turned in before the start of class and you walk in without placing a physical copy on his desk. You're dressed even sluttier today, tits poking through the dress that barely covers your ass. He’s infuriated by it, by you.
“Miss (l/n), I need to see you after class… again.” He doesn’t make his anger as clear on his face. He wants you to feel nervous. When all the other students are gone, he locks the door. “Where’s your paper?”
“It’ll be ready Thursday.”
“I said you had to have it in today.”
“And I said it would be ready on Thursday.” you smooth out the ruffles on your dress before checking your nails. “Can I go now?” You ask in a bored tone.
“Can you go now?” He scoffs at the question. “Bend over the fucking desk.” His voice is cold, authoritative.
“Excuse me?” You say with the audacity to look insulted.
“Oh fuck this. You’ll never listen.” He walks over quickly and grabs your arm, pulling you to the desk.
“W-What in the seven hells are you doing!” You screech before letting out a huff as you're forced over the desk. Daemon reaches into his bag for the thing he knew he would probably need, handcuffs. Only fun ones but you'll hardly be able to break them.
“Shut up before I gag you.” He warns as he cuffs your wrists behind your back.
“I’ll scream if you don’t let me go right now!”
Daemon sighs before taking off his tie and tying it around your mouth to gag you. He keeps one hand on your upper back as he lifts your skirt.
“No underwear? I bet half the school has seen your bare cunt today with how short this fucking dress is.” He runs his fingers through your folds. Not quite wet yet.
He uses his free hand to pull off his belt. He chuckles at how your eyes widen in fear. Does she think i'm going to fuck her? Poor dumb girl. It’ll be much worse than that. He folds the belt in half and lifts it high in the air before bringing it down hard on your ass. You yelp through the gag but aren't even close to being loud enough for somebody to hear you. He spanks you again with the belt, enjoying the red stripe it leaves on your cheeks. He won’t be stopping until your whole ass is red. He spanks you again, and again, until your yelps turn to moans. Daemon knew you would like this treatment. Such a little brat needs to be put into her place.
“If you scream, i’ll make you do more than regret it.” He warns as he pulls off the gag. You look back at him with tears glistening in your eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, sir.” You say softly.
“Are you?” He smacks you hard with the belt and you arch your back. “Don’t you think you deserve this?” You take too long to respond and he belts you again. Your poor bum is crimson now, but the slickness between your thighs tells him you needed it. “Answer me.”
“I do! I do deserve it.” He chuckles and tosses the belt on the table. He uses his hand to give you a few more harsh smacks. You whimper at each one.
He pulls you by your hair back up to your feet. “Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”
You obey quickly, practically falling to your knees in front of him. Daemon pulls his own cock out because you're still cuffed and puts it to your lips. You suck like your life depends on it. And Daemon can’t help but think that the whore clearly likes having a cock in her mouth. He grips the back of your hair and starts fucking your mouth ruthlessly. He enjoys how the tears start to fall from your eyes as you gag around him.
“You’re going to swallow everything I give you, princess.” He commands before spilling on your tongue. You nearly choke on it but swallow everything.
He pulls you up by your hair again and slaps your ass hard before pushing you back on the table.
“W-Wait, i’m a virgin.” You breathe out.
“If you don’t want it then get up and get out.” He gives you a few seconds and you don't move so Daemon shoves his cock into your tight cunt. You nearly scream but he grips you around your throat so it’s barely more than a squeak. “Keep your voice down, baby. That’s my good girl.” He says as he begins to pound himself into you.
He brings his free hand down to pinch your clit while the hand around your throat prevents you from making any noises. When you finally calm down enough to be quiet, he lets go of your neck so he can use both hands to push your legs down into a mating press. You let out a squeak at the new position. He hits her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck your pussy is so tight but I think i’ll be cumming in that ass.”
“No you can’t!” You squeal out as he pulls out. You begin to squirm so he flips you onto your tummy.
“I can fuck whatever hole I want.”
He spanks your thighs a few times to punish you for complaining but it doesn’t stop your squirming so he just rolls his eyes and rubs some of your slick over your puckered hole. He slips a finger in to begin stretching you out as you kick your feet and whine.
“Fine, you don’t want to be prepped? Then I won’t prep you.” You're lucky you are all lubed up because Daemon shoves his thick cock right into your ass, bottoming out right away.
“Ahh, ahh.” You whimper as he thrusts into you. You hate how quickly the pain fades into pleasure as he distracts you by rubbing your clit.
“There you go. Just had to get it in and now you’re a happy girl.” He coos as he fucks into you deeper.
“I-m gonna… cu-m.” You manage to get out as he rubs you faster.
“I know you are, baby. Cum for me and i’ll fill up that ass.”
That triggers you instantly as you reach your peak, squeezing around nothing. Daemon thrusts a few more times before spilling inside you once again. He pulls out only seconds later, starting to fix himself right away.
“I have another class starting in less than 10 minutes.” He uncuffs you but you can barely stand. “You need to leave.”
You straighten out your dress but you have nothing to wipe the cum from between your legs. “But I need-” You start.
“Panties? Maybe you should have worn them instead of choosing to be a little slut. Get to your next class. Let’s see if you can go the whole day keeping my cum in your ass.” He says before giving you a wolfish grin. “And if your paper isn’t in tomorrow, you’re getting a paddling along with another dose of the belt.”
You gulp and nod before picking up your things. Daemon gets the door for you and you nearly stumble out of the room as he sends you off with one more smack on the ass.
A/N: just changed every 'she' to 'you'. never doing that shit again
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pick a picture; how does your crush feel about you?
pile 1 -> pile 2 -> pile 3
disclaimer; this is a general reading! these messages may not fit everyone. please take what resonates and leave the rest.
「 pile one 」
justice (cb: two of cups rv, seven of swords), eight of pentacles (cb: six of cups, wheel of fortune rv), the high priestess rv (cb: queen of swords, three of pentacles)
they feel like there is a disconnect or imbalance in your connection. you might feel as though they're keeping secrets from you, but it looks like they're simply feeling overwhelmed with their responsibilities at the moment. i believe that it's only a matter of time before they come forward and explain their recent behavior.
this person wants to work on a relationship with you, but they seem to be holding themselves back. past romantic experiences and/or a negative mindset may be causing this person to feel as though they have bad luck when it comes to love. consequently, they seem hesitant to share their feelings since they're concerned about past cycles repeating.
they're feeling confused and disconnected from their intuition. you may not be very expressive with your feelings towards them, and that is causing their hesitancy. they're concerned about whether you'll accept them or not if they come forward with an offer.
also, when i was reading, i heard the song burnin' up by the jonas brothers, specifically the opening lyrics "i'm hot, you're cold." that song may resonate with some of you.
[potential initials]
J, P, Q, E, U, W
[potential zodiac signs]
leo, aries, cancer
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「 pile two 」
knight of pentacles (cb: the devil, knight of wands), page of swords (cb: nine of wands, the fool rv), the emperor (cb: three of cups, the moon, the tower)
this person is working on making you an offer. both the knight of pentacles and the knight of wands appeared so it looks like this person is presenting them as a calm and patient suitor, but i think this person is fighting the urge to just rush into a relationship with you. you may be like an obsession for this person (i'm not seeing it in a negative manner), but they have to tamp down their impulses when it comes to you. you make this person feel reckless.
your crush may have had a habit of rushing into relationships in the past and it didn't end well. they don't want that to happen with you. they could be observing you from afar, purposefully keeping their distance and slowly getting to know you better as they work on themselves.
this person wants a traditional relationship with you; however, they may be concerned about how they should approach you. because of their passion, they're worried that they'll come in hot and heavy and potentially scare you off. you might actually be friends with this person. it seems as though they feel like they have everything to lose if things don't work in their favor; if they confess and you reject them, they're not only losing you as a romantic partner, but they'll also ruin your friendship.
[potential initials]
G, R, J, I, S
oddly specific message for someone: as i was pulling these initials, i heard the name "riri." that might be a nickname for you or your person.
[potential zodiac signs]
libra, aquarius, scorpio, taurus
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「 pile three 」
the star rv (cb: ten of swords rv, page of wands), the world (cb: eight swords, five of wands rv), two of cups rv (cb: the high priestess rv, ten of wands)
your crush is feeling a bit hopeless regarding your connection. as i was shuffling, i heard the song 1000 times by sara bareilles - i highly recommend you listen to it. the lyrics that stuck out to me were in the first verse "back of the room, looking at you. counting the steps between us" and "in another life, my teeth and tongue. speak aloud what until now i've only sung." something has occurred between you that has caused them a lot of pain. it feels like this person wants to be courageous and pursue something with you, but something is holding them back from taking this leap and confessing.
they feel like they no longer have access to you in some way. this person seems to be trapped by this mindset. they feel as though they're biting their tongue and staying silent to prevent an argument or conflict between you two.
because of their perception of your connection, this person may be actively trying to repress their feelings but it's taking a huge mental toll on them. they feel like if they can just pretend they don't have feelings for you, they'll no longer feel burdened.
[potential initials]
B, J, T, U, R
[potential zodiac signs]
cancer, capricorn, virgo, aquarius
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tarot deck used in this reading:
cirque du tarot
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Long Distance w/ Connor Stoll
Aka I'm back on my Connor shit™️ and now you all have to deal with it ❤️
You started dating over the summer, knowing that you'll have to spend the school year apart, but not really caring. You really liked each other, and no one back home could compare with him. No one could relate to you and care for you on the level that he could, no one had those experiences with you.
On the day you have to go back to your hometown, you pack all your things up in your cabin, your siblings either doing the same or keeping each other company.
Connor appears in the doorway and everyone else exchanges looks before clearing out. You turn to him, tears in your eyes that you don't want to let fall, but you can't help it. He opens his arms and you break, falling into him.
You stay there for a bit, holding each other, letting tears fall, before finally letting each other go. He helps you finish packing and walks you out of the cabin.
The rest of the day is spent laying in the strawberry fields in the late summer sun, playing volleyball with friends, and eating meals together rather than at your respective tables.
When it's time to go, he gives you one last emotional hug and a long kiss, before watching you go, a helpless expression on his face as he turns away.
NOW. while you're gone, he sends you letters. Updates on what's been happening with him and the camp, love letters, he writes down playlists for you.
He misses you so bad, he definitely mopes for a while after you leave, until people kinda tell him to get it together.
Sometimes he sends you care packages with things you might need or want; ambrosia in case of monster attacks, your favorite candies, his favorite hoodie, a cd he burned in Chiron's office while he was away
For your birthday (if it's during the school year), he mailed you cupcakes he and Travis made... they weren't exactly edible when they arrived (or when they were made), but it's the thought that counts, right? He also sent you a bracelet he made you (you'd taught him how), another one of his hoodies, and a necklace that you didn't want to know the origins of for legal reasons.
As for you, it had taken a while to adjust back to the mortal world without Connor. Seeing friends at school was nice, but still lonely without him. They were good friends, but they'd never know you and understand you like your friends at camp would. They were mostly just to keep from being alone the rest of the year while waiting for summer's return.
You listen to the playlists and cds he sent you every night to fall asleep, on your walk home from school, when you miss him. You have it memorized from start to finish at this point.
You wear his hoodies to school and to sleep at night to the point where they need washed, which you don't want to do because they smell like him, but it has to be done 😔
Luckily, that's around the time that he sends another one :D
You send him letters and packages of things from the mortal world, candies that he'd never tried, little stickers and pins from places you go, cds, you even return his hoodies to him occasionally.
He comes to stay with you and your family around your winter break (your family was a little unsure about him at first but ended up absolutely adoring him), and you go to camp during spring break so you guys can spend time together.
YOU GUYS PLAY SILLY LITTLE GAMES LIKE TIC TAC TOE THROUGH THE MAIL OMGS
Iris-messaging whenever you can. Sometimes it's hard because he's busy with training and activities at camp, and you've got school and maybe even a job taking up your time, but you manage at least once or twice a week.
Also depending on where you live, time zones may or may not be a thing. If you live on the west coast, there's a three hour time difference between you, which doesn't sound like a lot, but it is. You could be getting home from school when he's eating dinner, and by the time you finish up your homework and dinner, he's at the campfire and going to bed.
But you guys make each other a priority, you wouldn't do anything else
Because at the end of the day, it can be hard, and you might miss each other a lot, but you're also demigods in love. What you have is unshakable, it's not going anywhere, even if you do.
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comfort & chaos | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | chapter five: called you again
summary: you and carmy try your best to repair the relationship... but it only leads to distance. you both make the mistake thinkin' the other is better of without you. (the five times carmen berzatto fell in love with you a little and the one time he finally told you)
warnings: angst, death, grief, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, drinking & smoking, suggestive language
word count: 3.5k
listen to: supercut - lorde | speechless - lady gaga | call me back - young the giant | called you again - lizzy mcalpine
a/n: while i felt like i was dropping an emotional bomb on you with the last chapter, i didn't know it would have such an emotional impact. i just wanted to share that i write so much from my own experiences -- perhaps why some of the chapters feel so realistic. anyways, thank you for all of your kind words in regards to the last chapter. i didn't want to write the phone call, since after this part, 'make my heart surrender' begins / i write a bit of it in that story / it really made for a spicy dramatic ending.
on another note: it's me, hi! i broke my own heart writing this. high key like... i feel like i'm going through a breakup right now (i'm not). the next part will be a big time jump: it takes place after right after 'make my heart surrender' ends, where reader has just moved to chicago for carmy so you'll be glad to hear that i'm done hurting you and myself.
read: chapter four
April 2022
“Seriously, Carmy. I can’t thank you enough. You really saved the day,” Maya harps, reminding Carmy for the 100th time today that he single-handedly saved Passover.
“It’s nothin’ really,'' Carmy mumbles with a shrug. “I’m uh… gonna finish cleaning up in the kitchen. Shouldn’t take long.”
“Sure I can’t help?” Maya asks, giving him one last chance to say ‘yes.’
“No, it’s all good. I got a whole system,” he explains, a reassuring look in his eyes.
“Of course,” Maya replies, bowing out of the conversation.
She walks through her home towards the open double terrace doors that lead out onto the patio. You’re outside, shifted to one side of the large outdoor dining table, your focus unbroken as you stack empty plates, one on top of the other.
“Hey,” you say to her, a warm nostalgia about the way the spring air kisses your bare shoulders.
“So… Carmy really came through,” she starts, watching you for your reaction.
“Yeah, he did,” you reply simply, as if it’s just fact.
Maya half expects for you to say more, but she knows it’s been weird between the two of you since you slept together. She’s not sure why, but she’s always rooted for Carmy. Perhaps because you light up every time he’s around – every time you talk about him. Perhaps because she sees the way he looks at you, especially when he thinks you’re not looking. Because, even though he’s deeply imperfect, you’re good for him – and he, you.
“It’s all for you, you know,” she says, growing bolder in her reminder.
Her words stop you in your tracks. You stop working on the pile of dishes you’re creating, taking a moment to look up at your friend.
“Why do you think that?” you ask quietly.
“Because he took the night off to be here,” she answers, checking to make sure Carmy isn’t listening. “I mean, when have any of us seen him take any time off? He’s not doing it for me. I just think… it seems like he’s really making an effort to mend things.”
You nod slowly, processing what she’s just said. Carmy, in an effort to try to mend things, had joined you for a drink with some of your mutual friends from the restaurant. As Maya had lamented about the caterer falling through for her Passover dinner, he’d more than eagerly offered to step in, surprising all of you.
“Maybe,” you shrug, trying not to get your hopes up. “I don’t know. It’s still not the way it used to be.”
“Well of course it’s not!” Maya exclaims with a laugh. She sighs out your name, shaking her head as she continues. “You guys are… of course that would change things.”
“I think it’s just going to take a while…” you explain, your voice soft. “I uh. I should take these in.”
You collect your pile of dishes, heading back inside into the kitchen. You know you’re avoiding having the conversation with Maya, but the distance between you and Carmy has been so tough on you. It wasn’t until you took some space from him that you realized just how big of a part he’d been playing in your life. And now, he was grieving, and you’d both crossed the line that had complicated things.
It all just felt… messy.
As you enter the kitchen, you see Carmy standing there. He’s staged the kitchen for the most efficient dishwashing: one half of the sink is filled with to sanitize, the other to rinse, before loading up the dishwasher. You place the first stack of plates down on the kitchen island, making a sound that doesn’t even seem to grab Carmy’s attention. He doesn’t turn to you, doesn’t acknowledge the sound, so you decide to keep moving things in from outside instead.
You’ve managed to get all of the dirty dishes from the terrace into the kitchen, Carmy giving you a nod as he’d instructed you to place them down on the counter for him.
You put your focus on packing up leftovers in deli containers and making sure all the food that needed to be has been put away. Carmy’s loaded up the dishwasher but he’s got at least a dozen wine glasses that he knows need to be hand washed. You notice that he’s taking a break, pushing yourself to ask him, as if it’s going to be your only chance to.
“How are you?” you say, instantly regretting it as the words come out of your mouth.
He shrugs, unsure of how to answer the question, leaning up against the kitchen counter. You think it’s the only answer you’re going to get as he crosses his arms across his chest. You continue packing up the equipment that you and Carmy have brought over, while he manages to steal a few glances when he thinks you’re not looking.
He’s not sure what to say.
Hell, he doesn’t even know how he feels about it.
But something inside him is begging him to tell you – as if telling you will give him some kind of resolution. Like he’ll know what to do. Like telling you will bring him the comfort he’s so desperately been craving.
He opens his mouth to say something, noticing that you’ve kept yourself busy – almost as if you’re trying to stay out of his way.
He hates this.
He hates that you feel you have to tiptoe around him.
“Mikey left me the restaurant,” he confesses, the words tumbling out of his mouth like five hundred pounds of bricks.
“Oh wow,” you gasp, taking in what he’s said.
He nods, pausing before he speaks again. And it’s the first time he’s said it out loud to anyone:
“I think it’s time for me to go home.”
You don’t say anything back, because you’re not sure what to say back. You know he hadn’t gone home for the funeral, despite your insistence.
Why now? What did this mean? What would this mean? And when did he find out about the restaurant? You can’t help but feel like everything's falling apart, like this is the end. While you know he has to go home – you’re honestly surprised it’s taken him so long to come to this conclusion – it’s impossible not to feel your heart shattering into pieces.
Carmy was going to leave. You were going to stay. And you didn’t know where that left the two of you.
“Can I help – with the wine glasses?” you ask, focusing on the task at hand.
Focusing on the glasses may be the only thing that keeps you from crying.
“Yeah,” he nods, and you know it’s his way of trying to connect.
You work quietly, the only sounds in the background are the dinner party playlist that’s playing on a loop through the home’s speakers. You wash and Carmy dries, knocking out the remaining dishes that need to be hand washed, before packing up to go. Maya, of course, thanks Carmy again and again, while her partner, Patrick, compliments the meal, letting Carmy know he’s got to get some cooking tips from him.
As the two of you walk out of the door, brown paper bags loaded up with empty delis and equipment that you brought over to the house, Carmy stops before either of you can go your separate ways.
“Can I walk you home?” Carmy asks you, a hopeful look in his eyes.
You nod, “Yeah.”
May
Hope you’re doing okay. How’s home?
It’s about the third text you’ve sent to Carmy since he left New York. After letting you know he’d made it safely, you hadn’t heard from him at all. Sure it’s only been a couple of weeks, but it’s like as soon as he let you know he’d made it safe, he’d cut you off cold. To say that you’re angry would be an understatement.
You’re really fucking pissed off.
And you also know that underneath all that anger, is a fuck ton of hurt that you’d really rather not acknowledge – that you’re not ready to feel yet.
You don’t know how he’s able to turn it off – just pretend that the last two and half years haven’t been significant. That you haven’t practically been attached at the hip since the lockdown. That you’re not best friends who also just so happen to maybe be in love with each other.
Somehow, Liz has coaxed you out after a long night at the restaurant for a round of drinks with your coworkers. Something about a need to blow off some steam. Only a round has turned into many, and you just might have had one too many to forget about the searing pain you feel when you think about the fact that you may never hear from Carmy again. You’re waiting for your next drink at the bar, making a mental note that this has to be your last.
“How’s Berzatto these days?” you hear a voice ask, turning your head as you realize someone’s joined you at the bar.
“Uh.. yeah, I think he’s been really busy. You know… with the family restaurant. Getting adjusted, you know?” you lie to Nate, pretending that you’ve been in contact with him.
Nothing would sting more than to admit to Nate fucking Walker that Carmy’s ghosted you.
Nate laughs cooly, with a shake of his head.
“He hasn’t called you, has he?” he asks.
You don’t answer. But your silence is the only answer Nate needs to confirm his suspicions.
“Listen, can we just talk about something else?” you dismiss him, watching as the bartender returns with your drink.
The rest of your friends have started a game of pool, but you’re not in the mood for it tonight. Nate asks you to sit, so you do. You hate to admit it, but the attention feels nice, especially with how much you miss Carmy. It burns in your chest tonight, leaving you breathless. You’d rather be numb than feel this much pain.
You’re not sure how the conversation turns back to Carmy after an hour or so of conversation with Nate. Even though you said you didn’t want to talk about him. Even though you can see that Nate’s tired of hearing about him. You can’t help yourself when it comes to Carmy. Every little thing reminds you of him, and he just keeps coming up like word vomit.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to talk about him,” Nate reminds you.
You shake your head, “I don’t!”
Nate shoots you a look, before shaking his head, making sure to polish off the last of his drink.
“He’s an idiot,” Nate scoffs with an eye roll.
“Don’t say that,” you relent.
“I mean it. He’s a fuckin’ idiot!” he exclaims again, turning much more serious.
“Nate!” you protest lightly.
“I mean it,” he repeats himself, holding piercing eye contact with you.
Nate waits a beat, his eyes flickering from your lips back to your eyes as he leans in, lowering his voice.
“He couldn’t even see a good thing when had it,” he croons, leaning in towards you. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you just want to feel wanted, but you feel woozy – hazy, you’re head spinning with lust as you contemplate kissing him.
“Not even when it was right in front of him,” he adds, his lips so very close to yours.
Nate’s always been good looking. Your eyes flicker to his full lips and deep brown eyes as he towers over you from where he sits, knowing that he wants to kiss you. He’s just the kind of guy that knows he’s good looking – something you find terribly annoying.
“You’re so beautiful. I’m sorry that he can’t see it,” he practically whispers against your lips, so close that all the blood rushes to your head.
It just feels good to be wanted, to be seen. So you surge forward, closing the gap between you. As you press your lips against his, you can feel Nate smiling into the kiss. He’s a smug bastard, but tonight, you don’t care. You entertain the kiss for a little longer. At this point, you could care less that you’ve garnered the attention of some of your coworkers, that you’re just making out with Nate fucking Walker out in the open for everyone to see.
“You wanna go somewhere else? My place is around the corner,” he murmurs into the kiss.
“Sure,” you agree, you breath catching in your throat.
“C’mon,” he encourages you, with a nod towards the door.
Revenge, or the last of your gin cocktail, burns in your throat as you make a deal with the devil, following Nate out of the bar.
June
Carmy’s phone buzzes again, catching his attention as he takes another drag from his cigarette. He’s got one missed call from Sugar, a voicemail, and a text with a link to that meeting she won’t stop nagging him to go to. He’s just about to put his phone back in his pocket as it buzzes again.
He looks down.
Shit.
Fuck.
It’s a text from you.
His heart stops beating for a moment, just for a second, and he freezes.
Came across this article in the New Yorker about denim & rock n roll. Made me think of you.
Carmy’s eyes scan over the title: From the Working Class to a Fashion Statement: John Lennon, Elvis Presley, & Other Icons That Brought Denim to the Mainstream. There’s a lump in his throat. He’s been so focused on the restaurant, so focused on fixing it, that it’s been easy to compartmentalize, push any thought of you out of his mind. But as his thumb hovers over the article, daring to open it, he can picture it all so vividly. His head is filled with the image of you walking down Bowery, a few paces in front of him, clad in your favorite denim jacket of his as you tell him to ‘hurry up.’
And just for a moment, it feels so real. He can practically smell the New York City air. He can hear your laugh as you bump into him in the small walkways of each mom-and-pop dumpling shop. He can almost feel your skin brush against his as you scoot by him on the way to your table.
It becomes harder to push the thoughts of you out of his mind, the sobering reality that it’s been at least a month and a half since he’s talked to you.
She’s better off without me. Without this. Without all of this chaos, he thinks to himself.
He hadn’t called, hadn’t texted, hadn’t been in touch on purpose, and he had to admit, it was killing him. There were days where all he wanted to do was call you, ask how you were doing – days where the only thing that would bring him comfort was imagining you running your fingers through his hair while he bitched about the restaurant. Days where he wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch with you while you forced him to watch some violent action movie, and he’d watch you in awe. He’d call you a psychopath, when in reality, he was just in shock that someone like you could want to be around someone like him.
Carmy wonders if you miss him – if it’s killing you too.
But he doubts it.
You’re a fucking mess, he thinks to himself, coming to conclusion that you’re better off without him. Without all of this… mess… grief… chaos.
What would he even say?
Sorry I'm such a prick.
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here.
I love you.
It becomes progressively easier to push his thoughts of you out of his mind, as he hyper-fixates on what needs to be done today: outsource bread, read over Sydney’s report because she’s probably right about the budget…. And what the fuck is KBL electric anyways?
Now that the impulse is gone to text you back, Carmy shoves his phone into his pocket, shaking his head as he finishes his cigarette and reminds himself again:
You’re better off without him.
August
“I don’t understand,” the exec chef says to you, his voice monotone. Something wild stirring behind his eyes in response to the notice that you’ve just given him.
“My heart’s not in it,” you explain, hesitantly. “And I know you accept nothing less than perfection. I just… need some time to figure things out.”
“You’re not going to find another job like this,” he reminds you, coldly.
You nod your head in response. You thought he’d say that.
“I understand, chef,” you reply, using your tone of professionalism in your voice as a barrier.
“I told her we could reevaluate in a month. I’m open to a rehire, should after your sabbatical, you come to the conclusion that here is where you need to be,” the head pastry chef adds.
Sabbatical.
Your head pastry chef is the only one using that word, as if they expect that you’ll come back. As if this is just a break.
But it’s not a break to you. It’s a much needed change.
Your exec chef thinks it over, his lips pressed together in a thin line.
“You’re an exceptional pastry chef, but your lack of commitment worries me,” he states plainly. “You’ll have to interview again.”
“I understand, chef,” you repeat yourself.
The conversation goes like this: you keep your cool, wanting nothing more than to get the conversation over it. It’s a daunting thing – quitting your dream job – enough as it is. Your head pastry chef fights for you, while the exec chef continues on his ego trip, as if you’re not sitting right in front of him. It’s not hard to tune him out. There’s a feeling inside of you, something telling you that you won’t be back, so the hoops he’s creating for you to jump through don’t seem to matter.
Your feet hit the pavement as soon as the conversation is over, and you can’t get out of the restaurant fast enough. Dinner service prep had already begun, and as you’d left, you understood there would be questions, rumors, strange looks from your coworkers. But you knew this was right.
Your heart hadn’t been in it for a while.
Not since it left and moved to Chicago and decided not to call you back.
You feel lost.
It’s not just Carmy. It’s not just the big changes and shifts you’re experiencing. It’s everything. You don’t know what the hell it is you want. And you’re brave enough to go searching for it.
You want nothing more than to call Carmy, to send him a text, for him to yell at you for quitting the job you both held in such high regard and tell you that you’re making a mistake. But the sting of the last time he ignored your call a few weeks ago stops you from picking up the phone.
Maybe he was only meant to be in your life for that chapter.
Maybe, as you leave the restaurant behind, you’ll be able to let go of him too.
Soon-To-Be Fall
It had only been a few weeks since you’d quit the restaurant, in those few weeks, for the first time in a long time, you were at peace. You’d gotten loads of calls and texts: a ‘just want to check in’ from your head pastry chef, a ‘you doin’ okay?’ from Tim, and a series of ‘can’t take no for an answer’ texts from Nate that you have no plans to answer.
The past few weeks have been filled with quiet. You’re enjoying your time, and you’re doing a whole lot of thinking about what it is you really want. You spend your Tuesday afternoon deep cleaning your apartment and listening to some of your comfort albums. It feels good to get to live slowly for once. It’s soon-to-be-Fall, even if the heat seems to be sticking around in New York City as of late.
You hear a ping coming from your phone as you close up the container filled with sanitizing wipes that you’ve been using. Making your way over to your small studio kitchen, you see a text from Liz.
Liz: I have the day off. Drinks & catching up?
You: Yeah. 7 pm?
Liz: Perf. I have restaurant goss. 👀
You chuckle in response to her text. Just as you’re preparing to type out a response, your phone buzzes again as a call comes through.
‘Carmy.’
Carmy is calling you.
Holy fuck.
It’s as if all the blood in your body rushes to your head and you have to try not to drop your phone. As it continues to ring, for a split second, you think about not answering. What if you didn’t? Send him to voicemail just like he’s done to you? But your curiosity gets the best of you as your thumb hovers over the ‘answer’ button. Had he heard? Was that what this was about?
You answer the call before you can talk yourself out of it, immediately putting it on speaker.
“Hi,” you say, your voice shaking a little.
And it’s as if all your troubles melt away as you hear his voice.
“Hi,” he replies.
a/n: hello! yes, by popular demand i'll be writing the phone call as a drabble. however, my first series i wrote about carmy, 'make my heart surrender' picks up right where this chapter leaves off. chapter six will take places after that story, so for those of you that have not, feel free to read it while we wait (w baited breath of course) for the final chapter of this one.
read: chapter six
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hello! sorry for sending in so much numbers before>< i’ve narrowed it down and i hope it’s okay! i’m sorry to have overwhelmed you,,,
sanhwa + kinks 7(members like being called daddy),10,11&15 + lines 33 + scenario au 69
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Don't worry about it, thank you for narrowing it down a bit! Sending love! <3 x I hope you'll enjoy it alot!
PROVOCATIVE || SAN & SEONGHWA
Genre: Smut
Pairing: San x Seonghwa x Fem reader
Word Count: 2.1K
Tags/warnings: Idol!AU, stylist!reader, daddy kink, Exhibitionism (unlocked dressing room sex), semipublic sex, degrading, threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), fingering, handjob, a teeny tiny bit of mxm, getting caught, bit of namecalling (cockslut)
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"Wow, Y/N," San gasped as he saw himself in the mirror, "you've really outdone yourself again in terms of sexy outfits." You laughed and continued to fix up San's top. "I'm giving the fans what they want," you said, with a wink. "Hm, and I bet you're my biggest fan... Although I've noticed Seonghwa getting slightly more provocative too, are you planning on having us more and more naked on stage?"
You rolled your eyes and secured the harnass on his body. "I see you're most interested in dressing me and Seonghwa hyung this way nowadays, what are you planning?" He was like a curious cat. An annoying one at that.
"San, honey, you are well-built. It would be a shame not to show it off, right?" You said. At that moment Seonghwa walked in, having most of his outfit on. You grinned at the way he struggled with the harnass.
"Come here you," you said as you pulled him close and fixed his outfit. "It's always us two, isn't it, hyung?" San grinned, not letting it go. "It sure it always us, but you know, she has a thing for us," he joked, but somehow there was tension in the room, as if it suddenly wasn't a joke anymore. You walked to the other side of the room to check your phone when you overheard their conversation.
"She said I should show my body off more, I think she wants me naked," San grinned, thinking you can't hear him. "She probably does," Seonghwa said, "do you think we don't see those flirtations?" "Oh you are one to talk," San laughed.
"Do you think she's a virgin?" San asked. Seonghwa nearly blushed and choked on his own saliva. "San, come on!" "I'm just saying it'd be nice to take her right here and corrupt her. Although she's too pretty to be untouched, she's got the body of a goddess."
Seonghwa's gaze lingered on your body, totally checking you out. "What do you say, hyung? Why don't we tease her a little? Why don't we just take her right here on this couch? We'll make sure nobody is in here. No one has to know..."
The eldest sighed, but his cock hardened at the thought of taking your body in his arms and fucking you relentlessly as San watched you two. "I fucking hate you," he spat before pulling him out of the room, towards the stage.
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You congratulated the boys on the great performance and helped some of them with loosening their outfits so they could undress privately. San and Seonghwa were still waiting, just getting their mics off.
"Don't bother waiting on us, it's gonna take a while to get these off," San said, wiping some sweat off his forehead. The others left after greeting you, leaving you, San and Seonghwa alone in the room.
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You brought your hands to Seonghwa's chest, helping him out of his harnass. "You're a naughty one, aren't you?" He suddenly growled. Your eyes widened as you felt San behind you, crotch pressed against your ass. "W-what are you doing?"
"Don't think we don't know what you've been doing, Y/N. You fucking want us and it's so obvious, dressing us in the tightest, sexiest clothes... You're just a little naughty aren't you?" San grunted in your ear. You swallowed thickly when you felt his erection press against you. You nodded carefully.
"You'd like it right? If we undressed here, butt-naked in front of your eyes?" Seonghwa said. He still had a gentle tone to his voice. You looked at the door, and then back into Seonghwa's eyes, nodding again. "Let me help you get out of this."
You succesfully discarded Seonghwa's stage outfit, leaving him in just his black underwear, leaving barely anything to the imagination. He looked so good, body so toned and chiseled. When you looked behind you San was already out of his pants and busy to undo his top. You helped him get out of it and then ran your hands over his bare chest. His big fucking chest.
San kissed you passionately, lips moving aggressively against you. Soon enough you completely lost yourself in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt Seonghwa's hands on your hips, tugging on your skirt that succesfully slid down your legs. He nearly gasped at the sight of your pink lacy panties, praying to the lord that he wouldn't go to hell for what he and his best friend were about to do.
San broke off the kiss and undid your blouse, throwing it on the floor, leaving you in just your bra and panties. His lips attached to your neck quickly, as did Seonghwa's. His plush lips travelled to your shoulders and all the way down to your lower back. He got on his knees hand soon enough got his hands on your ass, squeezing and squishing it a few times.
"Shouldn't we switch? Knowing you're the boob-guy and I'm the ass-man?" San suggested, and Seonghwa groaned, as he slightly bit the flesh of your ass, making you squeel. "Mhm, but she's quite juicy so I need another minute," he mumbled.
San grinned and attached his lips to your neck again. Seonghwa yanked your panties down and literally kissed your ass. Never in a million year had you imagined Ateez's Seonghwa to fucking kiss. Your. Ass. God.
He got up and unclasped your bra, throwing it on the floor next to your panties. "Aren't you so fucking delicious, Y/N, you're so hot, so easy for us," San grunted in your ear as his hands slid over your back and ass. "Such a fucking naughty girl," Seonghwa agreed.
"Bend over," San ordered and you didn't know how fast to obey him. You bended yourself over the seat of the black velvet couch, revealing your ass and awaiting sex to him. Seonghwa seemed to have dropped to his knees behind you, ready to savour you.
Seonghwa's hands felt cold against your skin but his warm tongue soon made up for it as it licked your wet slit. You whined out his name as you felt him suck and lick your clit. San stood in next to you and took off his underwear, revealing his thick, rigid cock.
"My God," you panted, mouth watering at the sight of his length. You moved back, letting San sit down on the couch before bending over again so Seonghwa could lick your pussy.
You were turned into a whiny mess by the eldest as you took San's hardness into your hands, pumping it up and down slowly. Just seeing you handle his dick with two hands made him lose his mind. "Fuck baby," he moaned out. "It's so fucking good, my naughty little girl, you look so pretty while Seonghwa eats your little cunt right?"
You swallowed thickly and nodded, moaning out his name repeatedly. "Bet you've been thinking about it so many times, haven't you?" You nodded eagerly. "Yes! Yes fuck, I've been wanting this for so long! God I've wanted Seonghwa's tongue inside me for so long, so long," you cried out.
"Just Seonghwa hm? What about my cock? You've never thought of me fucking you relentlessly? Fucking you until you're too weak to stand?"
"Yes! Yes, yes I am, oh, God I'm cumming! Y-yes, y-yes I'm cumming," you cried out, resting your head on San's muscular thigh as Seonghwa's tongue got you to your climax.
Seonghwa panted out and smirked as he came up again. "You are really fucking tasty princess, care to taste me now?" He asked. "Hey what about me?" San protested. "What about I suck both of you off? Sit down, you," you said as you gestured Seonghwa to sit next to San.
He removed his boxers and sat down next to his friend. He felt much more shy being naked with his friend, but neither of you seemed to care so he just let himself go. You admired their bodies, licking your lips as you felt yourself dripping for them.
Seonghwa's cock wasn't as thick as San's but it definitely was long, clearly able to get the job done. You scooched to the middle of them a little more and wrapped your hands around the base of their dicks. You licked a stripe up Seonghwa's cock, from the base all the way to the tip, and then wrapped your lips around it, sucking it softly.
He breathed heavier as he watched your tongue swirl around the head of his dick, throwing his head back in pleasure. San smirked as he watched Seonghwa buck his hips up into your mouth, forcing you to take more of him. "That's it, suck that fucking cock," he grunted as you jerked his own dick off.
It was a sinful sight to see, such a beautiful lady on her knees for 2 of the most popular idols around these days, switching between taking their cocks in her hot, wet mouth. Every now and then you switched to the other and that's when you jerked them off, making sure neither of them got neglected.
Suddenly San grabbed your hair and pulled you off his cock. "I say it's time to fill your pretty little cunt now, what do you say, sweetie?" San suggested. You nodded eagerly and got up, moving to Seonghwa and sitting in his lap. San smirked and wrapped his hand around Seonghwa's length, guiding it into your awaiting pussy.
"God, that feels so good," Seonghwa moaned out as you moved your hips slowly, riding his cock. "You look so good like this, like a real dirty girl, I fucking love those," San growled as he fisted his cock at the same pace you fucked yourself on Seonghwa's dick.
"Bet you've been thinking about our cocks so many times while you stuffed us in those tight leather and latex pants, driving us fucking insane," Seonghwa panted. "Y-Yes! Yes I've been wanting to fuck you guys so bad, I-I keep thinking about it and imagining it everytime I touch myself, I-I can't go without it! I-I always imagine you when I screw other guys, a-always!"
"Bet you want them to fuck you too, don't you?" Seonghwa smirked, "want the other members too? Bet you want to ride Wooyoung's pretty nose, hm? Ride Yunho's big dick? Bet that that's what you fucking want," he grunted. "Yes! Yes I want it all, I wanna be used by you all!"
Seonghwa held your hips tight and fucked up into you with so much force he gave you no choice but to cum on his cock instantly, making you clench down on him. You cried his name loudly as he fucked you full of his cum, letting out the most sinful moans anyone has ever heard.
Before you could come down from your high you were already thrown in San's lap. San laid you down on the couch and hovered above you, sliding his cock into your slick cunt immediately.
"Fuck, honey, you feel like fucking heaven," he moaned. He pistoned his cock inside you at an inhumane pace, letting go of himself fully. "Please, San! Please!" You begged him for more. "Is it not enough, angel? Am I not fucking you hard enough? You're so slutty aren't you? Just a little slut for our cocks," he smirked as he repeatedly hit his g-spot.
Suddenly there were footsteps to be heard, getting closer and closer to the door, only riling San up more, causing him to fuck into you at an even harder pace. The door swung open and you couldn't see who it was, but you guessed it must've been the make-up staff coming in to pick up their supplies. The door was quickly shut again after a silenced scream, muffled by a hand. But you could hardly focus on the fact that you just got caught railing two Kpop idols, cause San was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow.
Seonghwa was still so painfully hard as he watched the two of you and he was ready to release another time as he fucked his cock into his fist, hovering above your torso. San smirked and took Seonghwa's cock in his hand, flicking his wrist just right and helping him cum all over your tits as he moaned out loudly.
It didn't take long before San released his seeds inside you, climaxing so hard he swore he was gonna see stars. The feeling of him filling you up made you cum again, coming undone on San's dick.
He rode out your orgasm before pulling out of you, smirking at the sight of you. You panted softly, regaining your breath as you sat up, a little dizzy from the rough session. Seonghwa gently cleaned his cum from your chest and thighs before letting you get dressed again.
"Well that was a surprise," you said, grinning. "Was it? I saw this coming from miles away," San winked.
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☆ 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ! ☆
summary : a shopping date with welt ends in a night of pleasurable fun.
warnings : romance / smut / nsfw . fem / afab reader . established relationship . pet names used . some tears . marking of you squint . humping if you squint even harder . mutual masturbation . aftercare / cuddles . and i think that’s it ! tell me if i missed something ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ !
word count : about 2.6k *
reading time : about 10 minutes *
other : 16+ ** . takes place in the star rail we call know and love , i believe i changed some minor things so the plot makes sense ! i was half asleep every time i sat down to write and edit so this may have some minor grammatical errors && the entire story is written in lower case and the punctuation has double spacing in between the words * .
a/n : alright this is my first time writing smut && i got this idea while i was messing around with welt on character ai ( because i was in my hot older men era ) && listening to music and obviously stuff happened with the ai (*'▽'*) … so this is based off of what happened LMAO .
credits to @ divvision on tumblr and @ eriimyon on twt the dividers !
it was a beautiful night with stars in the sky in the exalting sanctum shopping center. you and welt were finishing off your shopping trip before heading back to the astral express for the evening. " what's in the bag ? " welt asks you . " it's a surprise , " you tease , " you'll have to wait until we get back on the train to see . " welt chuckles and adds , " okay , if you say so , y / n . "
you and welt eventually board the astral express again . " now that we're back on the train, I suppose I should explain what's in the bag… i bought a dress ; would you like to come to my room so I can try it on and show you… ? " you ask , smiling . " of course , my dear , i'm sure you look lovely in it , " welt replies , looking at you with adoration in his eyes . you take his hand in yours and guide him into your room .
" okay, stay right here , i'll be right back ! " you tell him as you place him on your bed . " take your time , i'll be patiently waiting my love , " he says , smiling sweetly as he watches you leave the room . you emerge from the bathroom after a while and approach welt to show him . welt sees you wearing a short , slightly revealing black dress with stilettos , which causes a subtle pink blush to appear across his face .
" so, what do you think ? , " you ask as you spin around for him . his heart skips a beat and he looks at you with the softest smile on his face . " oh my… you're beautiful…i don't even know where to begin , dear…..you're truly the most beautiful woman i've ever seen , " he says as he gets up from your bed and approaches you . " do you think this color looks good on me ? " you ask, curious about what he has to say . welt's face flushes a bit more as you ask this question . he keeps his eyes locked onto yours for a couple of seconds and he responds to you with his smile remaining as soft as ever , " well you look beautiful in any color , but if I have to give you a proper answer…then i'd say this color suits you ever so well… " he says to you with the blush on his face becoming more visible the longer he looks at you.
you approach him and softly touch his face . " I can see you blushing , i know… " welt's face blushes slightly more as you touch his face . " well , it's difficult not to when I see such a lovely face…you're stunning , you know… " he says softly as he smiles at you. your face begins to heat up from his compliments ; you feel welt hold your waist .
his sudden touch sends chills down your spine . your heart flutters and your face heats up as you feel his touch . he has a warm smile on his face as he draws you closer to him . he keeps his face close to yours, his mouth prepared to kiss you at any moment . " w-welt, what are you doing s-so suddenly.. ?! " you exclaim , now flustered . welt's face flushes even more as he finds your surprised reaction to his unexpected touch very cute . he smiles calmly as he closes the space between your bodies . " i'm kissing you…my love… " he says into your ear . you shudder as he softly whispers in your ear , " g-go ahead then…"
welt nods as he leans in for a kiss . his face is still red as he presses his lips against yours . he sighs as he closes his eyes . he draws you in closer by wrapping his arm around your waist for more support . his lips are warm and gentle on yours as he passionately kisses you . " mmph… , " you moan as the kisses intensify and his grasp on your waist tightens . welt's breathing becomes heavier as the rising heat between you two causes his heart to pound in his chest .
after a few minutes of intense kissing , you two separate , with only a strand of saliva linking you . welt grins and looks at you with lustful eyes before moving to your neck to kiss it . " a-ah, w-welt… " you whimper as he kisses and bites your neck . welt stops for a moment and leans into whispers in your ear , pressing his lips against your ear . " did you like that , my love.. ? your body is telling me you did… , " he says , lifting your dress to feel your soaked panties . as his breath hits your ear , you feel more slick pooling in your panties . " y-yes , i like it… , " you say feeling flustered by it all . welt laughs a little as he goes back to kiss your neck . he continues to softly nibble and suck on your neck , and the sensation of all of his kisses makes you wetter by the second , making your heart race faster .
as you and welt end up on your bed from the heat of him kissing your neck , his hands begin to wander under your dress as he rubs the bulge in his pants on your clothed pussy to create friction . he smiles softly as he looks at you , knowing how badly both of your bodies want this . " you know you look stunning in that dress , right ? " he whispers in your ear . you let out a faint , slightly embarrassed whimper in response to his compliment . welt's face blushes slightly as he hears you whimper , and he begins to give you a few little kisses on the cheek . his heartbeat speeds up while he continues , as one of his hands travels to remove the dress you're wearing , not wanting to waste any time in bringing the sensation of absolute ecstasy to your body . he begins to nibble on your neck again , and his body moves closer to yours as you whimper louder . his breathing becomes heavier as the situation heats up , as does yours .
you pull welt into a passionate kiss , and the two of you start undressing one other ; you both desperately want to feel each other's touch . you two continue until there is nothing left on either of you and the clothing is tossed aside , at which point welt begins to kiss and touch you everywhere he can . " welt, mmph… " you moan as you feel him begin to trail soft kisses all over your body . you start stroking your now-exposed pussy on his thigh in an attempt to stimulate your clit , and then welt moves away and pulls you into a kiss .
welt passionately kisses you while holding you close to his body . you badly want to touch him , so you move your hand to touch his face , and your hand accidentally brushes against his twitching cock when you move your hand . " mmh…y / n… " he sighs , letting out a soft moan as your fingertips brush across his leaky tip . welt places one hand on your waist and moves the other closer and closer to your pussy . " may i , darling ? " he says , asking whether he can touch you . " it's okay , you can touch me…go ahead , " you say , your gaze fixed on his .
his face flushes as the sound of your voice creates a feeling of desire within him . " mmh- " he hums as his hand moves to exactly where you let him go . " your so wet for me darling… , " he says as he teases and toys with your already throbbing clit . as he speaks to you , you can hear the lust in his voice growing . " f-feels s'good… , " you manage to say between moans . welt lets out a small chuckle as you tell him how good you feel , and then he pulls you into another intense kiss . his fingers rub your clit faster as you two kiss , making your moans louder and your breathing heavier .
" welt…can i touch you , too ? " you ask, pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath . his cheeks blush slightly as he nods softly . " of course , you can love…take your time… ". from the way he looked at you , it was evident that he wanted this…badly . you reach over to his twitching cock and softly stroke his shaft while rubbing his tip with your other hand . " a-ah darling…a little faster , " he sighs out in pleasure , his face turning a lovely soft pink . " kay… " you say as you quicken your speed . welt's face flushes even more as you speed up , so , in turn , he rubs your clit a little faster , giving him the pleasure of hearing you moan even louder .
welt's face is fully flushed as he continues to let out quiet moans and grunts , and his breath becomes heavier with each passing second . you feel yourself nearing your orgasm , and welt appears to be nearing his as well , but you want to cum around his cock…not his fingers , so you stop touching him . " w-why did you stop , sweetheart ? " he says as he also stops touching you . " welt , please…i need your cock inside of me… i can't take it anymore… " you plead . welt's face flushes bright red at your words . " then i'll give you what you want , dear… , " he adds , laying you on your back and hovering over your body .
" are you ready , sweetheart ? " he asks as he positions his tip near your entrance . " m'ready…go ahead… " you say, touching his face . after you give welt permission , he gently slides his cock inside you , and you let out soft whimpers as welt groans slightly . tears well up in your eyes as he stretches you out ; no matter how many times you two have sex , the size of his cock always perfectly stretches you out . " do you need some time to adjust my love…? " he asks , wiping your tears away . you simply nod as an answer. " i'll wait until you're ready , dear , " he says quietly as he smiles at you .
you feel like you've adjusted after a minute or two , so you tell him , " i've adjusted…you can move now . " " all right , hon , " he says as he begins thrusting into you . welt lets out a quiet groan as he begins to move… you simply feel so tight and warm around his cock…he can't help himself . welt places you on his lap and quickens his thrusts, and the room quickly fills with moans and soft pants .
" w-welt , please f-faster… , " you say , wrapping your arms around his neck and riding him . as you make this request , his face goes red . " yes , love , of course…anything for you… " he replies as he thrusts up inside you faster . the sounds of skin smacking together and dirty moans fill the room as welt's and your gasping and groans grow louder . as the two of you lose yourselves to the pleasure…and desperately cling to one other , the sounds in the room are almost deafening . " y-you feel so good…i never want to let you go . " he says in your ear as you feel his thrusts becoming sloppy…you know he's going to cum soon , and so are you .
" w-welt , i'm gonna cum…please don't stop…! " you say in a slurred-out moan. he nods his head and lets out a soft groan at how adorable your voice sounds to him . " d-don't worry sweetheart…i wouldn't stop…not when you're feeling this good love , " he says as he thrusts up inside you sloppily . " a-are you gonna cum too ? " you manage to stammer between moans . " o-of course , darling…you keep squeezing me so tightly…how can i not be close ? " he replies to you , softly moaning . he breathes heavily as he pounds up into you , trying to get both of you to your orgasms .
you can feel the knot in your stomach releasing…" f-fuck m'cumming…! " you moan loudly . welt feels the knot in his stomach unraveling as soon as you cum and your walls tighten around him . " g-good…s-so good… " welt mumbles as he cums, little whimpers and gasps escaping his mouth . as he pulls himself out of you , he notices his seed dripping out of your hole and grabs some tissues from your nightstand to clean it off .
when welt has finished wiping you two off with tissues , you both fall back onto the bed and lay there for a moment to catch your breath and come down from your highs . " that was amazing , sweetheart… " he adds as he moves your hair away from your face . " yeah , it was… , " you answer , still dazed by it all . " you were so good for me dear…you took it so well… " he says , kissing your cheek . " would you like to cuddle ? " you ask , sleepily . he nods his head slowly with a slight smile on his face . " of course i do hon… " . he extends his arms for you to lie in , " let me hold you… " he mumbles as you switch off the lamp so the room is dark .
you sigh contentedly as you lay in his arms , " so warm … " you mutter as you begin to relax. welt laughs softly , " so are you darling … " he says as he tenderly runs his hand down your back . " you know , i hope we can share many more moments like this… , " he says as you close your eyes . " mhm , i hope so as well , " you respond , half asleep . he laughs quietly as he notices you starting to fall asleep ; he likes seeing how content and peaceful you look in his arms . " sleep well , dear… " he says as he plants a light kiss on your forehead as gives you a soft and caring look . he cradles you in his arms , closing his eyes and falling asleep alongside you .
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RISE AND SHINE
(IN WHICH GRANDMA IS A HARDCORE BEOMGYU/YOU SHIPPER)
welcome your first day of work!! seeing that a lot of you are reading all of the timelines, i'm trying to keep the paths as different as possible, but i'm still sowwy if you have to read through too many similar scenarios apart from the common ones. trying my best !! oh, and sorry for the long wait :(
COMMON TIMELINE WARNING: for those of you who are reading through all the paths, you'll get to this scenario more than once. there's no important details added, so you can skip it if you've fount it on another timeline!
if you're new here, hi! this is a multi-choice beomjun love triangle au fic !! if you wanna choose your own paths, go back to the beginning!
the morning sun saunters into the room, painting the walls with a soft, golden glow. easy does it, unlike the chaotic wake-up calls of seoul's streets. you had to admit, dragging yourself out of bed felt like a breeze in this beach town, where the sun tiptoed in with a gentle whisper.
you wake up happy, and the promise of working at a bookstore—it just fits right for you. so, after a brief internal fashion showdown (do not refrain from consulting your pinterest for your fic of choice), you are dressed and ready to go. that's when the smell of grandma’s breakfast gets to your room.
“y/n, dear, quick! come down before breakfast gets cold!” grandma's voice chimes through the bottom floor. it's astonishing, the energy this woman has in the mornings.
downstairs, you find yourself face-to-face with a steaming bowl of haejjanguk. a subtle jab, maybe, but grandma doesn't comment on the soju-based-gathering huening kai and you had the night before. instead, she chooses to ask about something else.
“so, had a visitor last night, hmm?” she pours herself some coffee, cool as if she had just asked about the weather, and settles across from you with her newspaper. "boyfriend, maybe?"
you nearly choke on your stew. “what? oh, uh, yeah– i mean, no. no way. beomgyu stopped by to see kai.”
your grandma raises an eyebrow, not even bothering to look up from the pages. “ah, i see. and he found you instead?”
“yeah, you could say he did,” you mutter. your grandma's inquisitive tranquility is doing a great job at taking you out of it. “but it’s no big deal, really, just beomgyu.”
just beomgyu, who had been just so funny and witty the night before. and just beomgyu, who has such sweet eyes. and just beomgyu, who told you he thought you were cool at a time when you were invisible to just about everyone else.
“he’s grown to be quite handsome, hasn’t he?” grandma muses, more to herself than to you. "tall, that's a good thing. and he has strong hair. a bit too long, but can be tamed..."
you shrug, trying to play it cool. “i guess he's alright.” you blatantly lie.
“he's even more good looking than that old crush of yours, if you ask me...” she lets the words hang in the air, fishing for a reaction.
"w-what?" you raise an eyebrow. you know who she's talking about, of course, but you need to pretend you don't. your literal grandma can't tease you about this. "who are you talking about?"
"oh, you know..." she begins to say, "the bohemian one. you used to be head over heels for that boy."
“oh, come on, grandma, that was ages ago,” you protest.
“true, true. but beomgyu is more handsome,” she remarks casually.
“grandma, do you like beomgyu?” you ask.
“he’s a fine boy, dependable. hard to come by these days. and he’s really good friends with your cousin, which counts for something,” she replies, scornful towards huening as ever. “speaking of your cousin, why isn’t he up yet?” she questions, springing up from her seat with surprising vigor. she's got the energy of ten yous.
"the sun isn't even fully up yet..." you chime in, relieved for the change of subject. but the peace is short-lived. she's finished her coffee; ergo, she's finished her break. she's done with the interrogation bit. like a drill sergeant, she storms upstairs to wake kai up.
when she returns, she dives into the kitchen for clean-up duty without wasting a second. you attempt to lend a hand but receive a sharp slap on the wrist. "it’s summer, gran, cut him some slack," you say, rubbing the affected area with your other hand.
"slack? it's summer for you too, and you're off to work. unlike him. he works but doesn't get paid. he's a pushover, your cousin." grandma grumbles, her voice slicing through the clatter of dishes.
“what do you mean?” you prod.
“he does volunteer work,” she spits out. "spends more time at the geoje social centre than in his own bed. and it is nice of him, yes. but one must be kind, not stupid.”
curiosity burning, you press for more details. “volunteer work? what's he helping with?”
with a dismissive wave, grandma brushes off your inquiries. “who cares? all i know is he’s not getting paid for it.”
before you get a chance to dig deeper, huening stumbles into the kitchen, still half-asleep, looking like he’s just fought a battle with his bedsheets. “you’re up already?” he groans at you, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“yeah, first day at work,” you reply with a sympathetic grin.
“oh, good luck." he smiles lazily, his words interrupted by a massive yawn. "wanna hang out later? i can come pick you up.”
“sure, hyuka. once you've fully woken up we can hang out,” you chuckle, slinging your bag over your shoulder and starting your way to the door.
you grab you things and leave the house after ruffling huening´s hair in exchange for a dismissive hand gesture, as if he was trying to keep a bee away.
now off to work! or should you get coffee first?
NEXT PART !!
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blue side of the sky (lmh) | 18.5 [cloudy days] seungmin
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—18.5 [CLOUDY DAYS] seungmin's thoughts
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—ON ROTATION: here always - seungmin
Seungmin feels comfort when he's around you. He's always felt comfort because you were always there for him, always sharing your wise words and wisdom to help him through his toughest days— giving him that push he needed. He's always felt comfort because you weren't afraid to show your vulnerable side to him, you weren't afraid to trust him. Most importantly, he's always felt comfort because you reminded him of the beauty in life, the blessings that come in various shapes and forms, the little things to be grateful for.
☁︎ FLASHBACK | AT THE HOSPITAL
Seungmin slowly walks into the room, giving you a small smile as he sits on the chair next to your bed. His hands are dug deep into his pockets, the sun brightly shining into the room and hitting your bed.
"Hi." He says. You give him a small smile, but it's obvious you're still unsure of him.
"Hi Seungmin." He smiles a bit bigger hearing his name slip from your lips.
"The sun—" He points back at the window. "Do you want me to shut the blinds a bit?"
"No, thank you." You fiddle with your fingers as you rest your head back to the pillow.
"Hm." Seungmin hums, looking at the food on the side table. "You haven't eaten."
"I'm not so sure I'm hungry."
"You should eat, Y/N." Seungmin uncovers your food. "Look, they brought you some seaweed soup. And your favorite, tapioca pudding. Want me to take off the lid?" You chuckle a bit and nod. "Here." He hands you your spoon.
"Thanks." You slowly start to eat the pudding as Seungmin scrolls through his phone. "Where is everyone else?"
"Still in the cafeteria."
"Did you eat well?"
"I did." He smiles at you. "Do you need me to grab you anything else? How is your water looking?" He looks at the small pitcher, checking the water level. "Still good." He says to himself.
"Is Jisung downstairs?"
"Mhm, with Chan."
"W-where's Minho?"
"I'm not sure, Y/N. I'm sorry. I know he said he'll visit again soon." You nod, continuing to silently eat your pudding.
"Seungmin?"
"Yeah?"
"How is it outside?"
"It's cold, but nice. Sun is out." Seungmin looks at the calendar near your bed. "You'll be discharged soon."
"I can't wait to be outside again." You look out of the window.
"The weather is perfect right now." Seungmin says as you push the empty pudding container aside and lay your head back; eyes still fixed on the window outside.
"I like when I can see outside. I always ask the nurse to pull the blinds aside, even if the sun is bright."
"Why's that?"
"It almost feels surreal waking up and seeing the world." You let out a breath. "I'm still having trouble coming to terms with it. Leaving the blinds open is a simple reminder that the world is still going no matter what. That blue skies still exist."
☁︎ END
He knows you are hurting and he wishes he could take that way. Just like his friends, he wishes things didn't have to be so difficult, so complicated. But unlike his friends, he thinks you and Minho desperately need this time to be apart. He feels you two need to be apart to grow, to heal; in order to continue loving each other. He knows the two of you hold a special type of love, one that could prevail and be expressed in various ways.
And it's not that Seungmin never supported your relationship with Minho, no. In fact, he loved you two together. He always will. But in this moment in time, he wants what's best for the both of you. He wants you to stop hurting, he wants Minho to do better for himself. He knows that after all this, things will fall into place as they should. And even if that means that you and Minho aren't together, your love will still prevail in another shape or form.
Seungmin will continue to be there for you, for Minho. He will continue to provide the same comfort as you did for him, and he will continue to push you forward. He'll continue to root for you, he'll continue to be there every step of the way. He'll continue to rip the lid off of your favorite pudding, he'll continue to sit next to you and keep you company on the gloomiest days;
The brightest days.
Letting it be, as it is.
He hopes that this will give you the peace you need. He hopes this will keep those blinds open for you, he hopes it will remind you that blue skies still exist— that the world doesn't feel like it's crumbling anymore.
That's all he wants, for the both of you.
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Happy new years eve! Could you perhaps write something small about celebrating new years w the bros for the first time? What would they like to do on occasion? Eat fondue? Try making resolutions? Stay up to watch the first sunrise?
Maybe they don't even celebrate it because its kinda meaningless when your lifespan is so long lol
New Year's Eve with the brothers ♡
A/N: Hi anon, thank you for this prompt! This is really tiny, but i wanted to post it today to make it relevant so i hope you still like it!! ;v; ( i also just realized you said new year but i made it more new year's eve themed so i hope that's okay >< ) happy new year everyone!
Demon brothers x gender neutral mc
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ෆ Lucifer will get drunk and make a heartfelt confession.
"Maybe you should hold back on the demonus a bit-" You try to release the bottle from Lucifer's grip, but the latter was squeezing it a bit too tight for you to peel it off his fingers. You knew he was stressed, but didn't realize he was that stressed to finish an entire bottle of the intoxicating drink. Diavolo decided to throw a new year's eve party for you, and you recently found out he had put Lucifer in charge of organizing it. With his plate already full, you couldn't help feeling apologetic, despite you not being directly involved.
"Lucifer, I'm really sorry. If I knew of the party beforehand, I would've helped you with it." You decide to sit by him, hoping the light stroking of his arm will help convey your feelings. However, Lucifer only grins as he gazes at you, eyes shining with adoration. "Nonsense, you have nothing to be sorry for. I would do that all over again, for you." He puts down the bottle, now taking your hands in his. "You're the best thing that happened to me, to us. You've made this year worth more than all of my years in this realm combined, and I hope you'll stay by my side to make my next year just as happy."
ෆ Mammon will kiss you at the countdown.
"Ten, nine, ei-" Your counting is paused by a pair of lips pressing against yours, and doesn't resume for what seems to be longer than ten seconds. "Happy new year." Mammon smiles as he pulls away from you. "You know you're supposed to kiss me after the countdown, right?" You snicker, though, you have no complaints regarding his actions.
"I know, but I heard humans believe that if ya kiss your loved one at midnight, you'll be together for the rest of the year, so I was thinking- if I kiss ya before, during, and after, you would love me forever! Pretty smart, ain't it?"
ෆ Leviathan will create a vision board with you.
You had been intending to assemble a vision board for the new year for a while, but it slipped your mind with your busy schedule, only to return on the last day of the year. You came to Levi for help, partly because you knew you wouldn't be able to finish it in time alone, but mostly because you wanted to spend the night with him doing something fun together, and wasn't sure how to bring it up. The two of you were almost done carefully placing the pieces on the board when Levi lets out a sudden gasp.
"Wait, we forgot the most important part of the vision board!" Levi rummages through the scattered papers, pulling a picture of the two of you from the pile of photographs on the floor before he glues it right in the middle. "You have to have this on as well, so we can experience all those great moments next year together."
ෆ Satan will learn about different traditions for you.
"What color is the underwear you are wearing?" Satan asks, completely unaware of how his question comes off, at least until he catches a glimpse of your reddened cheeks. "O-Oh, I mean, I just read that some cultures in the human world believe that wearing different colors of underwear on new year's eve will bless you with luck in different aspects of life." He pauses to make sure you follow. "And... well, I wanted to see if you're wearing red- wait, I didn't mean see-" You chuckle as he clears his throat, his face is now the one turning pink. "Anyway, not like you need any more luck in that department when you have me."
ෆ Asmodeus will take you out to see fireworks.
"Where are we going? I told you I'm not joining one of your parties." You had already changed to a comfortable attire, planning to spend the last day of the year relaxing at home, but Asmo has other plans, insisting for you to come outside with him. "Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I promise you won't regret it!" He whines, grabbing the sleeve of your sweatshirt and pretending to be pulling you off the bed.
At last, you surrender, following Asmo to an open meadow with a remarkable view of the city. "Happy new year!" He beams when the clock strikes twelve; colorful lights illuminate the night skies as the sounds of explosions echo through them. "There are fireworks in the devildom?" You query. Captivated by the enthralling sight, you barely detect Asmo's arm wrapping around your shoulder to bring you closer. "There are now, for you, love."
ෆ Beelzebub will have a feast with all kinds of traditional food.
"Here, here! Try this!" Beel chimes, happily holding the chopsticks to your mouth. "Beel, I really can't eat anymore- I think you'll have to finish the rest on your own." You sigh. Truth is, you've been full after the seventh dish he had you sampling, but his enthusiasm was just too adorable to not cooperate with. "But these soba noodles are amazing, and you haven't even tried the lentils- it would bring you good fortune! Although, maybe you should hide that from Mammon." Beel shrugs as he continues stuffing his face.
"You know you could've just asked what food I eat during this time in the human world, right? You didn't have to cater food from every single country on earth." You laugh, finally stepping down from the tasting fest as you officially call quits.
"Hm? But where's the fun in that?"
ෆ Belphegor will fall asleep before the clock strikes twelve.
Belphegor really did try his best to fight the fatigue for a couple long hours while the two of you celebrated, but at the end, he succumbs to fatigue as his head falls perfectly on your shoulder- right before it hits midnight.
"Happy new y- oh, why are you looking at me like that?" Puzzled, Belphegor yawns, eyes glancing over to the clock after confronting your glare. "I missed it huh... I'm really sorry." He grins sheepishly, leaning in to place a peck to your pouting lips. "Well, are you still mad or can I get my new year's kiss now?"
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Fluffcember Day 10 | All these years
Pairing | Best friend!Andy Barber x Best friend!Fem!Reader
Word count | 1.1K
Summary | You never expected that one warm summer night and one too many beers would be able to turn your life upside down, but when it happened, you're glad it did. After harboring a crush on your best friend for years, you're relieved to find out how he feels, and you could smack yourself for not seeing it sooner.
Rating | Teen (T)
Warning(s) | None.
A/n | It has been a while since I wrote for our favorite Daddy district attorney, and this was a fun fic to get back into the swing of it! Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this fic, it was a hoot to see your reactions! 🎄
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Masterlist | 10. ''Shut up and kiss me again!'' | @buckys-wintersoldier
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Main Masterlist | Andy Barber Masterlist | Read on AO3
You've just gotten out of the shower when you see you've received a text from your best friend, Andy. You see his nickname on the screen, and a big smile wiggles onto your face.
My Prince 👑 // Are you available for dinner tonight, Princess?
You quickly texted him that you were indeed available for dinner, and it was nice to spend the evening with him instead of alone in your hot apartment.
You have the airconditioner running at full speed, but to no avail; the summer sun's heat keeps your apartment near 30°C the entire time.
It didn't take long for you to find a lovely sundress, a pair of brown sandals, and your sunglasses, so before you know it, you're out the door and on your way to Andy's house, where it will be much more comfortable.
It's a good thing you live close to his house because it is nearly 40°C outside, and it feels like you will melt during the short walk in your car. You like summer, but this heatwave is too much for you.
As soon as you arrive at Andy's, you sprint out of the car and into the house, sighing deeply as you close the door behind you, letting the cool air that flows through his house brush past your sweat-slicked skin.
''Hi Princess, I'm happy to see you didn't melt on your way over here!'' Andy says as he walks over to you in a light summer outfit.
You don't see him walking in shorts often, but when you do, you always make a mental note to enjoy it when you can because it is a sight for sore eyes.
''Lookin' beautiful today, did you dress up for me?'' he asks as he pulls you in for a hug, and you get a whiff of his cologne as you close your eyes, holding him a little longer than necessary.
These lingering hugs are as close as you'll get to having him in your arms, so you enjoy every second of them, though they always end way too soon.
''I did! I couldn't come over here looking like I just ran a marathon now, could I?'' you joke, and he laughs wholeheartedly, which sets your soul on fire.
The rest of the afternoon flies by in the blink of an eye, and you watch as Andy prepares dinner for the both of you while you're seated on one of the barstools as per his demand.
''You stay there, and I'll take care of dinner. Wouldn't want a repeat of last time, do we?'' he says with a big smile, referencing that you were so distracted by a random cat in his yard you accidentally burned something in the oven.
''Yeah, yeah...'' you said with a smile before taking your place on the stool, and you looked at him as he moved through the kitchen with elegant movements.
You stare as his broad shoulders taper into a small waist, seamlessly transforming into his thick thighs and long legs. His fluffy hair and full beard frame his face nicely, and his blue eyes look at you expectantly.
''W-what?'' you ask, and that's when you realize you must have zoned out for a bit as you admired him.
''I asked if you wanted a beer as well. The sauce is just now simmering, and when that's done, it's time for dinner,'' Andy repeats himself, and a deep red color spreads over your burning cheeks.
You know he caught you staring, and it only embarrasses you more. The fact that you're ogling him is one thing, but him catching you in the act is something entirely different.
''Yes, please,'' you finally respond, and he grabs two beers from the fridge before he takes his place on the stool next to you on the bar; he asks you about work and his latest case.
''Alright, food's ready!'' he says when the oven timer goes off, and he puts some food on your plate, making your mouth water at the sight.
''Enjoy, Princess,'' he says as he puts the plate in front of you, and you dig in right away after your thanks have been given.
''This was delicious, Andy, thank you so much!'' you say as you wipe your mouth with a napkin, and he clears the island you've been sitting at before grabbing two more beers and leading the way to the garden.
The temperature has dropped to a comfortable 25°C, and in the shadow, it is very comfortable as you take your place in one of his lounge chairs.
The conversation flows naturally, and it isn't until it's dark that Andy notices you start shivering because it is getting chilly outside.
''Wait, lemme grab us a blanket,'' he says as he rushes inside, and he comes out with the most enormous, fluffiest blanket he owns before grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you onto the oversized lounge couch.
''C'mere, let's cuddle so we can keep each other warm,'' he tells you, and you happily do while a warmth spreads over your cheeks again. It's not like you've never cuddled with Andy before, but tonight it feels different.
''Princess?'' Andy asks after he sips his beer, and you have both lost count of how many it has been. Neither of you is completely drunk, but you enjoy a light buzz.
''Hmm?'' you hum as you look up at him, his bright blue eyes meeting yours, a soft look on his face.
''Do you know that I love you? Like, really, REALLY love you?'' he asks, and his eyes flit from your eyes to your lips and back before he leans in and captures your lips with his.
The kiss is passionate, heated, and perfect, like something you both craved but have never given in to until now. His tongue has effortlessly found its way into your mouth, leaving you a little breathless.
When he pulls away, a huge smile is etched on your face, and he can't help but smile. After all this time, he finally told you about how he feels, and now there's no turning back.
''All these years-''
''Shut up and kiss me again!'' you say before pulling him into another kiss, and that night, you two made love until the sun came up the next day.
What started as a friendship of nearly two decades has slowly turned into the sweetest, most loving relationship you have ever known, and there's no chance either of you would have wanted it any other way.
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You don’t have to do this one if it’s too much!! I just simp for twi and time so hard but I don’t wanna overwhelm you, please take breaks!! Ily :’DD
Soft fruit cake w eggnog to eat in?
I hope you'll enjoy your order this evening ~
Time is one of the links I'm less confident with writing, but he's still so much fun. He's a bit of a blushy dork in this one for you. <3
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“It's kinda comforting to know that Hyrule has the same traditions as home. Some of them anyway.”
Time isn’t focused on it, it seems off for him to be acting like this, unless he was lying to me? what reason would he have to lie about something so harmless though… it’s just gifts. Why would he ever need to lie as something as a tradition?
“You don’t actually have it as a tradition, do you?”
“What, no, we do. It’s part of the winter festival here.”
“Why do you feel the need to lie over something so small?”
Red illuminates his face at that, whatever has him so embarrassed over being called out for this? It’s so different from his usual stoic self too, not a bad change, just a sudden one. It makes me want to pry into what’s causing this even more than if he did manage to keep his cool.
“You seemed so excited when talking about it. I just wanted to do it for you.”
“But why lie, why not just be honest and just do it as a new thing?”
The red grows from his cheeks to the tips of his ears now, this new bashful side only becoming more appealing the more of it I get to see.
Still though, it’s such a childish thing to get so flustered over. Like he’s a little kid rather than one of the oldest links here, not even able to make eye contact with me anymore.
“Well, never mind that. It doesn’t change the fact that we’ve both gotten each other a gift right?”
“I'd still like to know why you didn’t just admit it’s not commonly done.”
“You were so- hmph.”
He’s close to cracking on the reason why he’s lying about all all of this to begin with, if I push it a little more he’ll spill I can bet. I don’t even really mind what it is, it’s only sheer curiosity making me want to learn now. What reason is enough to lie over something so small for so long?
“Time - link please, I’m not bothered or anything, I just wanna know.”
“You just seemed so excited talking about your home and I know you’ve been homesick… So I just… Wanted to make you more comfortable.”
That’s it? I can’t deny that it’s not a sweet reason, it does feel very childish though, it really is like he’s just some love struck teen. If I were to close my eyes and focus… I could probably see his young adult self still dressed in that forest green.
“While I appreciate it, you really didn’t need to go that far for something so simple. I’m honoured though… If we’re not following strict traditions though… why not just give each other gifts now?”
“That wouldn’t bother you? I thought christmas day was what you said was important.”
“The thought of it is what counts above everything else, besides if you’re so worried about the day, I don’t know if it’s passed or not back home.”
The blush is slowly fading now, his fluster dying down till he looks more like his familiar lightly stoic self. Finally moving to sit down next to me rather than over at the opposite side avoiding looking at me but not before picking up his bag. Setting himself down with a sigh and a hand running through his hair. Hyping himself up by the look of it, it makes a lot of sense why he’s so nervous now that I know it’s his first time doing anything like this. I can probably take some of that stress away by simply giving him his first, hopefully, then he’ll feel less pressure.
“Here, I got this for you at the recent village -”
His surprise is cute, I knew it’d be worth it to hand-decorate some paper to wrap it with. Even though it’s torn in a matter of seconds, anything is worth it for him.
“I saw how you were looking at it for ages - don’t worry I brought it myself and not out of the supply fund. Do you like it?”
“You… I didn’t expect it… it was so expensive.”
So getting him a cloak and the armour polish he was staring at longingly was the right idea. Wiping my savings might not have been as good, but I can earn it back fairly quickly if the others are still as bad with bets. He’s blushing a little as he passes me two neatly wrapped parcels.
“This is for you then I hope you’ll like it as much as I did.”
My breath catches in my throat as I unwrapped the first, and I’m greeted with the most beautiful leather-bound sketchbook. A quick glance at him as he gestures for me to open the other.
These art supplies must have cost him so much, watercolours here are rare, all of these charcoal pencils too.
“Time you -”
“You said you missed drawing, that you wanted your own supplies. So when I saw them I knew they would be perfect… you do like them right?”
“I love them… than you so much link.”
It’s a bit of a struggle to stop myself from tearing up from how kind it was, thankfully he seems to have taken pity on me now as he cuddles up with me next to the fire. Moving me to lay against his side as we watched it crackle late into the night.
#had to scrap the taglist cause it light shadowbanned my posts :/#I thought they got deleted when I posted em#linked universe x reader#time x reader#link x reader#oot x reader#moss✦writes#fruit✦cake
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hii idk if u are taking request (if you're not ignore this lmao) but could you write some todd anderson fluff? my sister moved away and im feeling kinda sad :( idk if you write for todd either lol anyways love ur account!!
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pairing: todd anderson x reader
summary: a silly little game of tickle fight with todd.
word count: 1.1k
a/n: ofc! <3 i was supposed to keep this short but i'm an absolute sucker for fluff so i went a little overboard hhfhhfhefdfr i hope u like it!
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it was starting to get repetitive. the few episodes you watched earlier were somewhat more entertaining, or shall you say as entertaining as watching a lawyer defend their client gets. there were moments where it really got you and todd riled up, but after that it'll just be another line of the guy on screen describing to you what a public defender is.
'the court is adjourned!' the voice of the guy on screen shouted as he banged his gavel on the wooden sound block, signalling that the aired episode was over.
"i'm starting to get sick of this bart matthew guy's face. how long have we been watching?" you asked, leaning your head further into todd's body until it was on his lap.
"i think it we started at season 1, we've been at it for a while." todd said as he reached for the remote controller, "do you want me to switch the channel, love?"
"okay, maybe that show my mom watches is on. the eve garden something?" you sat up and pondered with a hand on your chin.
"it's eve arden, i've seen bits of it a few times."
you hastily laid back down and yawned as you shook your head in understanding, moving on your side to watch todd fiddle with the remote controller in search for a good show. sunday afternoons were usually like this, rather than going out and doing activities that would require human interaction, todd would instead show up at your front door to spend time with you, saving you both the time and effort of socialising─ which you knew todd preferred. for the next few hours, you'd both be huddled in bed or on the couch in each other's arms, reading each other silly poems and stories you'd make up, or watch tv until the sun goes down. to some it might be boring, yes, but nothing's boring when it's with todd.
"hey todd?"
he hummed as he moved his focus away from the television and onto you, who was staring up at him with an all too familiar look on your face. you were about to crack a bad joke.
"what is it called-"
"please make it a good joke this time."
"it is! i guarantee you that you'll laugh your knickers off!"
he once again hummed as he raised his eyebrows with a skeptical look, he knew the joke would be so stupid that it wasn't the joke he's laughing at─ but the sheer stupidity of it is what makes him snicker. he let's it slide though, since he gets to see that bright smile of yours every time.��
"alright so, what is it called when the doctor has to tickle you to see if you're conscious?"
todd shook his head, he has no idea what it could be. it could be anything! "i don't know, what?"
"a test tickle." you let out an obnoxious laugh with a slap to the knee as you cackled at your own joke. he on the other hand can't help but wonder where do you get all these jokes from?
"that was a bad joke."
"no it's not! i made you laugh, you're laughing right now!"
"you can hardly consider this laughing!"
an idea came to your mind as soon as the words left your lover's mouth. his face contorted in worry when he saw you move back a little on your side of the couch, and you had this... mischievous expression on. you were up to something.
"hmm... it wouldn't be laughing if i did this then?" you suddenly jumped onto him and started tickling his sides, earning yourself a loud snort from todd.
"w-wait- this isn't- this isn't fair!" his face was turning red with how hard he was laughing. you weren't prepared though when abruptly he flipped you on your back, effectively halting you of your attack and giving you a taste of your own medicine.
the only thing that could be heard in your living room was the sound of you and todd cackling like maniacs. to the people outside your house, they could've easily mistaken it as two children playing. in the middle of your tickle-fighting, todd tried to escape from your unforgiving grasp and tried to make a run from it. you attempted grabbing onto his torso to prevent him from leaving your clutches, but instead of successfully being able to pull him back─ you instead got a hold of his pajamas that he was wearing that day and pulled down. accidentally revealing what was he was wearing that day. in your terms he technically he did laugh his underwear off, except it was his pants.
"h-hey you can't do that!" todd stuttered as his laughed grew even louder. he scrambled to pull his pants back up and almost fell over in the process. your stomach was starting to hurt, and your eyes were welling with tears as you caught a glimpse of his boxers, he had the superman ones that you gave him as joke on his birthday on.
after he got a good distance between the two of you, and after he successfully pulled his pajamas back up, he calmed down to catch his breath which was ragged from all the laughing. you, who was on the couch, were lying on your stomach, you hushed snickers muffled by the couch as you watched him. the memory of his boxers that were now covered by his pants still lingering in your mind.
to control your own breathing, since you were also out of breath, you momentarily closed your eyes with a tired smile on. you forgot how draining tickle fights were. "i must say, what manly boxers you have, mr. anderson."
unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend was slowly creeping his way behind the couch on his tippy toes. it looks like the war wasn't over. when you didn't hear from him, you lifted your head up to check if he was still where you last saw him before you closed your eyes.
"todd?-"
suddenly, you felt something very heavy being pressed onto your entire body─ causing you to shriek in surprise. it was todd. he was laying on top of you with his arms wrapping your body, like he was giving you a bear hug. in that position, he could easily tickle both of your sides. making him the winner of today's tickle fight. and tickle you he did.
"t-todd- i-" you were being cut off by your own uncontrollable laughter, squirming and writhing in his embrace. "you win! you win!"
he instantly let go of you, his lips curled into a huge victorious grin as he sat there, towering over you triumphantly. his hair was all ruffled and he still looked like he just finished running a marathon. you smiled him, your entirety overflowing with happiness, and he shyly smiled back in return before cheering in a hushed manner and whisper shouting like he was an announcer on the sports channel.
"and the crowd goes wild! todd anderson takes home the trophy for today's match!"
you giggled and swiftly wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“i will have my revenge, you!”
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