#on the bed sharing and the couch cuddling and the jerking away from each other when a parent walks in
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Too Many Beds
welp. I've managed to make some decent writing out of @waywardangel-wilds's blog about reversed tropes lol. This is unbeta-ed and all so here goes nothing!
Part 1:
It started innocently enough. Their friend group after college always had an annual trip somewhere far from their busy lives from their respective cities. Three years ago, they did the Bahamas with Delly's boyfriend Thom as their local tourist guide. Because of the good weather and the white sands, the island was packed with tourists. They almost fought the receptionist of a dingy motel just to secure four tiny spaces. One for the couple, another for Finnick and Gale, Johanna and Annie's, and the last door for both of them.
Katniss and Peeta, bestfriends since childhood. Witnessed each other's puberty and insecurities, pulling all nighters just to be handed with diplomas, presenting those diplomas in countless job hunts. Found themselves only a block away from their workplaces, Katniss a columnist for the city's paper, Peeta baking all day at the nearby posh pastry shop.
So, sharing the tiny bed for two nights in a vacation shouldn't be weird at all, right? They've seen it all. Almost.
So, they did. Ironically enough it didn't feel weird at all. It felt the opposite, actually. What is that opposite though?
After those two nights of fitful sleep, it became an unspoken agreement they share a room in the next trips. They shared an old rickety bedpost with just a mattress and no duvet covers in some hut in Thailand last two years ago. A mattress with no bedpost when they decided backpacking across Europe was fun and their hostel in Barcelona only had three rooms for the 8 of them. A big enough couch in Austria. Wrestled a tiny blanket in Portugal.
No one in their group questioned their sharing, only teasing glances from Johanna and Annie in that Bahamas trip. Because it felt natural, it felt fitting.
The conditions were weird, but it was okay. She likes the excuse she gets just to feel his arms spoon her, even just for a night. It became Katniss' favorite thing to anticipate in these vacations. Yet, she's never admitting that to anyone because after they come home and separate again at the airport, some sort of spell dies and only reawakens on next year's trip. For some reason they never sleep together even when visiting the apartment of the other. Really though, it was innocent cuddling between two childhood friends.
Peeta on the other hand, barely keeps it together. Sure, the sharing was innocent, and he likes the feel of her limbs bumping and tying with his own, but God does he want to just cocoon her in his chest, smell the fragrance of her hair, play with the strands, fidget his fingers on the circles of her shoulders. But he knew it's weird to do, and it may only make her uncomfortable.
And so, in those few nights they lay together in the past three years, he musters up most of the restraint he can. Because it was painful enough to just be friends with her, painful enough to hide the fact that he was a goner ever since they were five and never took the chance to confess, painful enough to witness her grow into a beautiful woman and hang out with jerks like Cato in high school and Marvel in college.
He'll fall apart if he admitted his feelings and she break up their friendship. Not when he can get these borrowed moments instead. Not when they're almost 30. Innocent sleeping, right?
No. Not when she wore some skimpy sleep shorts because she complained it was too humid in the tropical island. Not when she can feel his morning wood against her backside on mornings when she's the first to wake. Not when a housekeeper complimented how good of a couple they look when she carried some extra towels in their room, teasing with innuendos on her way out that made both blush and frantic.
Fuck those shorts, he thinks as he tries to pry his eyes away and concentrate on getting the shading right. He was propped up on the bed post, sketching away as a habit before sleeping and he has a good view of her ass bent over the end of her bed, arranging clothes on her luggage.
"What?" She glanced his way. Shit. Did he say that out loud?
"What?" He tries to keep a normal tone, his shading shaky.
"What about these shorts?" She's standing now with her hands on her hip, challenging him. What's wrong with her sleepwear?
"I-" before he could answer though, her phone rings. Her sister was calling all the way from New York, finishing medicine at NYU. Katniss' tone is cheerful when she answered Prim, though her mind lingers in Peeta's soft aggressive whisper. She settled on the bed cross legged.
"Hey! just checking in on you. How's Paris?" Prim's walking while on a video call, and Peeta hears her stride. He abandons his sketchbook and jumps close to Katniss over her shoulder to greet Prim.
"Oh, it's bad, duck. She shits on pain au chocolat. Uncultured and rude. Can you believe that?"
"Shut up! I was only being honest, it's overrated,"
"Honesty is not shitting on food," Woah. He's way too close now. She flusters as she notices the lesser gap. He smells fresh from the shower.
She covers it up with an eyeroll. There.
"I think she just misses your buns, Peeta," They saw Prim wiggle her eyebrows comically in the phone. She rolls her eyes again. God, not Prim too. If Peeta even flushed from the teasing, he doesn't show.
"Where are you off to, anyway?" Katniss steers the conversation, subtly shying away from Peeta.
"I actually have a make-up class in Bio and I'm running late but I wanted to see you for a minute. Paris looks good on you," Prim's video was shaky now from her walk-run.
"Yeah yeah, I'll send you pictures tomorrow morning. Or tonight, or your morning. I don't know," Katniss chuckles.
Peeta loves her most in these moments with her sister. He's always entertained by their sisterly banter and unfiltered bickering. Things far from the physical jokes and pranks from his brothers, like random hard punches on the shoulder or being locked up in the bakery's store room.
"And you finally got your own beds this time! No more cramping in one bed," Prim says, which irritated and startled Katniss enough because ugh, she didn't want to get awkward with Peeta, especially when they already got some tension lingering. She couldn't roll her eyes enough to disperse the growing tension.
"Uh-yeah-finally, Cinna's a bit lavish,"
"Yeah, but that doesn't keep away her snores," Peeta added good naturedly, trying his best not to sound disappointed or whatever.
Because when Cinna decided earlier to welcome the group in his enormous apartment in Paris above his tailoring shop, he became a generous host. Provided them with enough toiletries, towels, full pantry of food, and of course, beds for each of them. Two twin beds per room, and so they divided by couple, leaving Peeta and Katniss staring at the most spacious room they've ever been on their trips.
What if they just move the bedframes together and make one giant fluffy king size mattress?
No, no. That's ridiculous. And stupid. That's like crossing some kind of boundary. So as much as they want to, they remain stubborn and got to unpacking. Besides, they'll only be here for the night. After that they can sleep again together like before in a small Venice hostel tomorrow, right?
"Well, two beds or not, you can always share-"
"Okay goodbye duck, I hope you trip on the sidewalk and fall flatfacewithyourmatchalattespillingalloveryouuu," Katniss taps the end button and tosses her phone on the bed.
"Come on dude, just admit you like sleeping with this," Peeta grabs her hand and press it on her chest, enjoying how she blushes with his and Prim's teasing abilities.
"fuck you, I'll kill you in your sleep," She scowls and pulls her hand away. He's roaring with laughter. She doesn't indulge the fact she likes feeling his broad skin under her palm.
"No seriously, we're used to sleeping side by side. Let's just move the frames... or you can sleep in mine,"
Fuck. Why is he so blunt about this?
"Or I could just sleep with you on this. Ah, so soft," he lays down with his arms cradling his head. He knows she'll be convinced if he tries to play it casually.
Very, very tempting. But Katniss is stubborn, and instead grabs the pillow beneath his head and smack him with it. "Hey!"
"Fuck off my bed Mellark. Go to your own," she directs with little conviction. A little more, just convince me a little more.
He sits up and feigns disappointment, even though he is really disappointed. "I'm serious, let's just sleep together..." He stares her up with those piercing blue eyes.
Tension grows by millimeter with their stare and hitching breaths.
Is he really serious? Is this okay? Why is he so casual about this?
"Just get off my bed, Peeta. It's the first in weeks I can sleep with my head on a real pillow,"
So she's not convinced with casual talk.
A beat.
“Okay fine, just don’t set your alarm so loud,” He stands and reaches for his abandoned sketchbook. She already misses the weight of him on her bed.
“Fine then. Don’t stay up late with the lights on. Opening the window is enough,” she settles on her pillows.
“Fine,”
Blankets rustles on both ends, lamps turn off.
“Goodnight, Peeta…”
“Sweet dreams, Katniss.”
They pretend to not notice the other still not asleep. It was a restless night.
#everlark#everlark fanfiction#everlark prompts#why are they stubborn lol#thank you waywardangel-wilds#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#the hunger games
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What is it with straight people being obsessed with the “in love with my straight best friend” trope? I mean, I’m sure it’s happened to a few gay people - but why is it so discussed in mainstream media? Why do straight people consider it the pinnacle of queer experiences?
When I was in middle/high school, every single gay friend I had along with myself had the world’s most homoerotic relationship with a “straight” friend. Where’s THAT in mainstream media?
#straight people can only DREAM of that tension and longing 😭#the gentle brushes of the hand during class … pressing ur thigh against them on the bus ride home …#the quickly exchanged glances in the locker room … and don’t even get me STARTED on the sleepovers#on the bed sharing and the couch cuddling and the jerking away from each other when a parent walks in#the pool days finding every excuse to touch each other without your other friends noticing#we even dated the same boy trying to chase the feeling of each other 😭#this narrative deserves to be told!#stranger things#byler#steddie#ronance#gay ships#queer pining#there’s rlly no better flavor
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“If you will have me, I am yours.”
Pairing: Human!Castiel/Fem!Reader (Season 9)
Reader has AFAB body parts & feminine pronouns' are used.
Plot: The reader is a retired hunter, who develops feeling for Cas after he moves in with her. After living in domestic bliss for a while, its only a matter of time feelings are confessed, and sex is had.
Please remember: to keep going, and keep growing.
Content: Rough/Kissing, blowjob, rough blowjob/face-fucking, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk (Cas doesnt really have a filter) rough sex, swearing, accidental cuddling, intentional cuddling.
Rating: M/18+
Words: 3,377
Notice: The follow up: Takeout Tuesday is now available here.
Excerpt: You vaguely recall falling asleep around 40 minutes into a Capra film, but when and how you’d nestled yourself against your flatmate was a mystery. Despite your instinct to jerk away, you remain still when you feel his fingers brushing against your bare shoulder. Between the warmth of his skin on yours, and the soothing beat of his heart, you are soon lulled close to sleep once again. Until the sound of Cas’ low voice in your ear rouses you. “Are you awake?”
When you nod, he continues, “Is this okay?”
You nod again, and quietly add, “This is wonderful.”
Having Castiel around was pleasant, if a little surreal. You’d always considered him a friend, but it wasn’t the same. Previously you’d only really been around each other on the hunt. Or if Cas was involved, more like stopping an apocalypse. Your relationship had been entirely based on proximity, and necessity. There was never really time to bond beyond that. Until now.
You’d decided to attempt retirement a while ago. You’d found a job and started subletting a decent apartment from a friend of a friend, on the preface that they could still crash on the couch when travelling across country. The hunting trade was a small world after all.
In fact, your new landlord was exactly who you’d expected to see when someone came knocking on your door in the middle of the night. Not a tired, bloodied, and bruised Angel. Confused, you’d let him in, patched his wounds, cleaned him up, and let him sleep it off in your bed. After almost 48 hours of continuous sleep, he’d explained everything to you, thanked you for your hospitality, and told you he’d be out of your hair soon. You’d assertively informed him that the only place he would be going is from your bed, to your couch.
From there you easily fell into a routine together, effortlessly bonded over shared experiences, old and new. It was nice, seeing his toothbrush next to yours, bringing home his favourite takeout every Tuesday. When he worked the early shift, he’d always make you a coffee before he left, on the late shifts he’d bring home a bottle of your favourite. He did the dishes, and you did the laundry. You were a secure little domestic team.
The surrealness came when you realised just how much you enjoyed it. You welled up with pride whenever he complimented something you’d cooked him from scratch. Starting your morning in his presence calmed any nerves, and on stressful days, coming home to dinner and a film with Cas was your respite.
You were confused by the bitterness you felt when he called you one night to say he would be home late, citing a date with his boss, Nora. You were truly sad, but relieved when he informed you he had misread the invitation. That he was actually there to babysit. That’s when it hit you. Somewhere along the way, in between all the household chores, and the late-night Hulu binging, you’d fallen for him.
You’d always thought he was hot, ever since he’d introduced himself as ‘Castiel, an Angel of the Lord’ all those years ago. However, you no longer needed to accidentally catch him leaving the shower, or bending under a table to feel flushed. Ever since the figurative penny dropped, all it took was a smile, or the brush of your chests in a tight hall to make you blush.
Thoughts of Castiel and your myriad of complex feelings now plagued you, particularly as you lay in bed at night, knowing he was only feet away from you, just on the other side of your paper-thin walls. Paper-thin walls that did nothing to protect you from the sudden and deafeningly loud sound of the TV at 2AM.
Not bothering to throw on bottoms, you stumble to your bedroom door in just a camisole and panties. The sight of Cas sitting on the couch, clad in nothing but boxers, desperately fiddling with the remote in an attempt to turn down the volume greeted you upon entry to the living room.
Upon noticing you, Cas drops the remote and hastily reaches for his discarded comforter to cover himself with. In turn you rotated your entire body, averting your gaze in favour of the wall, primarily to respect his privacy, secondarily to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.
“I’m so sorry!” You blurt.
“It’s okay.” He responds quietly. “I’m sorry for the noise. I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay.” You repeat back to him. “I was awake, I couldn’t sleep either. You just made me jump.”
“You can look now.” He informs you. Hoping the dim light from the TV doesn’t reveal too much of the colour in your face, you spin back. He was now covered from the waist down, but you couldn’t help noticing his bare chest, particularly the definition between his pecs, and the sharpness of his collarbones.
“I guess I’ll leave you to it.” You say, trying to re-direct your eyes to any other part of the room.
“Unless…” He gestures to the television. “Would you care to join me?”
“Sure.” You answer hesitantly. You weren’t sleeping anyway, what was the worst that could happen?
Castiel smiles amiably at you before returning his attention to the remote. You linger in your spot as he begins flicking through the different apps. When he makes no effort to locate and put on trousers you slowly settle down next to him, careful to leave enough distance to prevent any accidental skin-on-skin contact.
“So, what are we watching?”
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You vaguely recall falling asleep around 40 minutes into a Capra film, but when and how you’d nestled yourself against your flatmate was a mystery. Despite your instinct to jerk away, you remain still when you feel his fingers brushing against your bare shoulder. Between the warmth of his skin on yours, and the soothing beat of his heart, you are soon lulled close to sleep once again. Until the sound of Cas’ low voice in your ear rouses you. “Are you awake?”
When you nod, he continues, “Is this okay?”
You nod again, and quietly add, “This is wonderful.”
You can’t see his expression from your current position, but he exhales, and you think he sounds relieved.
It could be the scarcity of sleep, a ‘mind after midnight’ mirage, but this is when it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, he could be interested in you too. Why else would be lying beneath you, half-naked and seemingly completely at ease? Doubtful that you’d ever have this courage again you tilt your head up to look at him and ask; “Do you ever think about us?”
“I do.” He responds, he looks perplexed, which admittedly was his default expression.
“Do you ever think about us, as more than this?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, you resume. “You know, like romantically? Or even intimately?”
“I frequently think of you amorously.” He speaks tentatively, each word spoken very deliberately. “When Metatron took my grace from me, I never imagined that this was how my life would go. Of course, I never thought that my grace would be taken, or that I would live among humans as one of them in the first place.”
He seems to take a moment to compile his thoughts, sucking his bottom lip in concentration. You remain silent. Hoping he can’t feel the rapid thrum of your heart.
“I thought at first that I was broken. The fall, losing my wings was bad enough, but now, without my angelic abilities, I can’t do anything. Well, nothing of merit, at least where the needs of humankind are concerned.”
“That’s not true.” You interject, you move to sit up, to be at eye level with him, but due to your already precarious position, the only way to do so is by shifting a leg over his lap, thus straddling him.
“I know that now.” He says as he grips your wrists and brings them to his shoulders, offering you extra support. “Without meaning to overstep, or make you uncomfortable, but living with- existing beside you has been a far more fulfilling experience than most of the things I have accomplished in the many billions of years I have existed.
I have very little practice in the ways of human sexuality, and even less so with courtship. However, I would be honoured, and extremely happy if you would allow me to explore such things, with you.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“If you will have me, I am yours.”
There's a tense moment of silence between you both in which neither of you dare to break eye contact before you surge to him. You instigate the kiss, but Cas is fast to take control, his arms pull your body to him, driving your lips to press hard against his. When he rocks his hips up, kneading his semi-hard cock against your clothed core, you gasp. Cas immediately slips his tongue between your lips. You can’t hold back the groan that escapes you. His mouth tastes like coffee and artificial grape. You savour the feel and aroma of his lips before pulling back momentarily.
“Only if I can be yours too.” You finally respond before he’s on you again. You freely open up for him, allowing him to explore your mouth once more. His tongue eagerly swirls against yours, exploring every crevice. His hands drop to clutch your waist, holding you in place as he ruts against you from below.
It was you who broke the kiss again, locking your eyes with him as you climb off his lap.
“Let me take care of you.” You chime as you drop to your knees on the floor below him. Cas quickly follows, sitting up straight, and planting his legs on either side of you. The comforter banished to the other end of the sofa.
“You… You look so beautiful like that. On your knees.” He smiles down at you and reaches out to cup your face, strong fingers gently brush along your jaw before his thumb extends up to your lips. You press a kiss to its pad before parting your lips and taking him in. His skin tastes clean, with a hint of salt, and something florally.
“Let me suck your cock.” You state, voice muffled by the pressure on your tongue.
His cheeks are tinted pink. You’re unsure if it's from arousal or nerves but he stands to pull off his boxers and settles back down. You can’t help but lick your lips when his cock is revealed, it's long and already hard.
You don’t waste any time, immediately situating your tongue on the underside of his shaft and running it from tip to hilt. You stop momentarily to plant a kiss on his balls, before running back up his length. When you look back up Cas is watching you intensely, brow furrowed, lids heavy, lips between his teeth. You smile before wrapping your mouth around his cock. Pausing only slightly when you feel Cas cup the back of your head.
You inch yourself down his length slowly, getting a feel for him, his thickness, and how much you can take at once. When you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, you pull back, before bobbing back down. The sound of Castiel’s’ hitched breathing drives you until you’re relaxed enough to take him completely. His thickness stretches your throat, making your eyes water, his pubic hair tickles your nose, and the look of bliss on his face makes your pussy drip.
After a few seconds, you come back up for air, but the relief in your lungs only lasts a second before you feel Cas’ fists tighten against your scalp.
“You look even better with my cock in your mouth.” He grunts as he pushes you back down. “You feel so good.”
Unable to respond, you hum your affirmation, drool escaping the corners of your mouth. Cas moans his approval, eyes and head lolling back for a moment before he plants his other hand firmly on the back of your head, holding you in place as he shifts to the edge of the couch and begins bucking his hips into your mouth.
You plant your hands around his calves to steady yourself, and keep them out of the way as he continues to use your mouth. His thrusts grow heavier, his moans raspier, as you fight your need for air. Your cunt growing hotter, wetter every second, while your throat closes, and your head grows dizzy from the lack of air.
When he finally lets you go, your lungs are burning. You lean back, unable to control the wild rise and fall of your chest as you pant for air. Your lips feel sore, swollen, but your pussy aches.
“I’m sorry.” Cas reaches over to cradle your face, tentatively brushing the tears from your eyes. “Was that too much?”
“No! No not at all.” You whisper between breaths. You reach out for his hand, and he takes it. His head tilts to one side as he looks down at you sceptically. You smile back as you guide him between your legs. You brush his fingers against your panties, encouraging him to feel the wetness soaking through the fabric.
“I did that? I made you this wet?” He asks. When you nod his mouth cracks into a smile.
Within seconds he drops to his knees before you, pulling you in for another hot, open-mouthed kiss. Your tongues meet in another fierce, uncontrolled kiss. You cry out into his mouth when you feel his fingers press firmly against your clit, rubbing you through the thin fabric of your underwear.
Without warning Cas clutches onto your panties and pulls until the elastic snaps. He releases the offending article and quickly returns to your wetness. He strokes your clit repeatedly, swallowing your moans, holding you to his chest to prevent you from involuntarily withering away.
You break your lips away from his just long enough to plead; “Fuck me Cas, please fuck me with your fingers.”
He doesn’t hesitate to do as asked, immediately delving two fingers into your pussy. Once situated inside, he massages them against your walls, feeling you out and making you sputter. You grip his shoulders for support, digging your nails into his skin as he starts to thrust in and out of you.
“Like this?” He questions, you’re not sure if he’s being coy, if he’s teasing. Or if he truly is curious. Either way, you’re too gone to really answer. You open your mouth but all that comes out are a series of strangled whimpers. The feel of his thumb returning to your clit, gently brushing just the right spot, pushes you to breaking point.
“I’m- I – ahhh.” You cry, trying to warn him. When you jerk your head back there is resistance. Cas releases his hold on your back, to grips your head forward. You peek up at him through half-lidded eyes, Cas stares, his blue eyes bare down on you, unblinking. If you weren’t already cumming, that would have been enough.
You lean into Castiel’s body as you come back down, limp, and incoherent. A low hum escapes you as Cas languidly removes his fingers from inside you and brings them to his lips. You watch lazily as he gives them a tentative sniff before placing them in his mouth. His face seems to melt, and he closes his eyes, visibly savouring the taste.
When he’s done, he grins at you and ponders aloud; “I’m not sure which is better.”
Still unable to string two words together you watch him, waiting for him to continue.
“The way you look when you reach orgasm, or the way you taste.”
Instantly your cheeks begin to burn, and heat pools between your legs again. Without a second thought you reach down, grabbing your cami by the hem and lifting it over your head, your entire body now exposed to Castiel.
He’s on you again in an instant. His mouth latches to one of your nipples, rapidly but lightly his tongue darts over the sensitive nip. Both hands come up to cup each breast. His fingers pinch and roll at your other exposed nipple. When you feel his teeth grazing the sensitive skin you flinch, fisting your hands into his hair.
“Cas, please!” You gasp.
“Please what?” He responds, speech distorted by his refusal to remove his mouth from your body.
“Please take me to bed.” You whine, needlessly pulling at his hair to garner his attention. “Please Castiel, take me to bed-”
You’re interrupted by the jolt of your body being lifted. Cas continues his oral assault, kissing, sucking, nipping at your neck as he carries you back to your bed. He sits himself on the edge of your bed and positions you to straddle him once again. You pull his attention back from your neck, sinking your lips onto his as you guide him down, until he’s lying face up.
You lean back and he sucks in a breath as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You line him up at your entrance and he begins gradually rocking into you. You steadily sink down, the feel of his cock stretching you out making you shudder. Cas’s head rolls back, he bites his lip and grips your hips, barely fighting not to slam you down onto him.
When his cock is fully inside, you pull back up until only the tip remains inside before you drop back onto him.
With a loud moan, Cas engulfs your body with his own and flips you over. He holds you beneath him with the weight of his own body as he gives a few shallow, testing thrusts. Satisfied he begins building pace and force, until the sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard between ragged breaths and moans. You raise your lower body, trying to match his rhythm but his hands lock onto your hips and push them down, pinning you to the bed.
His lips are tight between his teeth, his brow furrowed, and his skin glows with a sheen of sweat. You can’t help but paw at his shoulders, bringing him down so you can plant kisses on his face and neck.
“Cas, fuck. Castiel that feels so good.” You praise.
In response, he catches your lips in a desperate kiss, all tongues and teeth and jumbled sounds that may once have been words. Your toes begin to curl, as your climax grows near. You lock your fingers in Castiel's hair, pulling his face away as you arch your back. Your eyes close tight as you chant his name.
“I love it when you moan my name.” He murmurs in your ear. He releases your hips, and grips your face, forcing it back up. Your eyes peek open as growls his next words. “Look at me, and don’t stop saying my name.”
At that, the tension in your cunt snaps. Your body jerks and your walls clench around him as you hit your climax. Castiel rides you through it, his strides slowing, but he continues fucking into you at a steady pace until he’s seemingly overcome by his own orgasm. His movements becoming laboured and erratic, he pants your name through gritted teeth as he spills his cum inside you.
You remain wrapped up in your position as you come down from your highs, the warmth of his breath tickles your neck, and your chests collide as you fight to catch your breath. Your mind races, trying to find the right thing to say next, not wanting to spoil your post-orgasm bliss. Eventually, you nudge his shoulder, and he moved away, allowing you to sit up. His cum seeps out of you as you do. Before you can make a move to clean it up Cas attains the tissues from your dresser and begins delicately wiping you down.
“Thank you.” You smile at him as he finishes and begins to clean himself up.
“I… ah.” He smiles back at you, still flushed from your activities. “I feel I should be the one thanking you.”
You laugh at the absurdity of his statement, especially after the performance he’d just given. Cas soon reciprocates your laughter. You stretch your arms out, inviting him back in for an embrace and he eagerly obliges, wrapping his arms around you and falling back against your mattress.
“Will you sleep in here, with me tonight?” Your eyes catch the clock on your bedside, and you note that it is almost sunrise. “Or, for the rest of the morning?”
He kisses your forehead and pulls you in close. “I would enjoy that very much.”
#human castiel/reader#castiel/reader#castiel fic#castiel reader insert#castiel#supernatural imagine#supernatural reader insert#smut#castiel smut#castiel x reader#gilverrwrites
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Gratitude | Chapter 4 | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader
“I love what you do with your hands… I love what you do with your mouth. You know how to satisfy me. I just want you to feel your cock inside me tonight. That’s all.”
You rest your head back down onto the bed and look into his eyes.
“I’m not putting any expectations on tonight other than having you close to me, okay?”
He takes a deep breath in, and when he exhales his shoulders rest a little lower, his head a little higher, and it’s as if he’s chosen to breathe out any little worries even he was unaware of. He nods and smiles, “Okay.”
Warnings: fem!bodied reader, light dom/sub undertones, vaginal sex, creampie, cockwarming, ijichi cums fast as usual, subby ijichi, the L word.
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
Your plans had been ruined yet again, this time not from just how busy you two were. No, this time it was a snowstorm messing up your carefully planned time with Ijichi. Ijichi had been so excited about your hike together, so excited to share his hobby with you, so excited that you even cared about it.
He was cute when he was like that, explaining details and intricacies of things that seemed to be his specialty. He’d even gone with you to buy new gear, giving recommendations on clothes that would be appropriate for a winter hike in the great outdoors.
Snow, he’d explained, wasn’t a problem. It was great, in fact. He’d even showed you his heating packs and hand warmers, assuring you that he’d make sure to keep the chill off of you. What was a problem was the biggest snowstorm you’d seen in years, so bad that your area was being advised to not even leave your homes, nevermind trek through the woods looking for cute little deer and picturesque views.
As disappointed as you both were, it wasn’t a total waste. You still had your time to yourselves, and you still had it together, you were just trapped in your own home.
It was nice being stuck with him, though. It was as if the weather had pushed the two of you right into playing house. All your time was spent together suddenly and everything had seemed to just fit. Cleaning up together every night, watching Ijichi cook for you, cuddling on the couch, seeing just how many times you could make each other cum in one day.
He’d been so happy, so relaxed. It was what you had wanted for him all along. So, you decide that it’s time to broach the subject he’d made clear he was nervous about in the past. The thing that seemed to be a final hurdle in his mind.
He’s washing dishes, insistent that you sit and relax since you’d been the one to cook tonight. You come up behind him, placing your hands on his hips and nuzzling at his neck. He’s melting into your touch already, quick to get distracted by you. A few well placed kisses along the side of his neck and he’s squeezing the water out of the sponge, grip tightened as you slide your hand down his stomach.
“Thank you for washing the dishes for me.”
“I’m happy to do it.” He sets a plate onto the drainer, shaking his hands off over the sink, not wanting to move away from your touch to dry them properly on the hand towel.
“And thank you for making being trapped at home so nice.”
Your fingers are so tempted to move downward, to pull his cock out and jerk him off right there over the sink as you’d already made a point of doing a few times before, but you want him relatively clear-headed for the next question.
“I want you to do something for me.”
He puts a still slightly wet hand over where yours rests on his stomach and speaks to you softly, “Anything.”
“Can I have your cock inside me?”
You feel his fingers twitch over yours, a soft stutter of an ’ah’ escapes his lips and you can’t help wishing you could see his expression as he thinks, processes, decides. You’re satisfied with pressing your face to his shoulder, knowing that even if you can’t see his thoughts laid bare on his face, his words will do.
He turns around slowly in your arms to face you, holding your face in his hands, pressing one of his soft, but bordering on desperate kisses to your lips. He pulls back and smiles and nods. In case the kiss and the gesture aren’t answer enough, he kisses you again, deepening it with barely parted lips and the soft brush of the tip of his tongue against yours. If even that weren’t indicative enough of his agreement he tells you outright, cock already stiffening against you, “Yes, please.”
He’s accepted so graciously, and you’re the one who has to calm themselves first as you reach your bedroom and undress each other slowly. He’s doing so well, open and present and sure of himself, sure of the two of you.
Once he’s on top of you, having made you cum on his fingers once already - kissing you, holding you, panting and whining against your neck as the muscles in his wiry arms flex while he brings you to climax - you make sure his eyes are on yours as you line him up with your entrance.
“Look at me, Kiyo.”
He does, feeling safe and secure as he hovers over you, surrounding you with his arms on either side of your head and propped up on his elbows. You’re surrounding him too, his hips gripped firmly between your thighs.
You lean up and press kisses across his face between each statement you speak:
“I love what you do with your hands… I love what you do with your mouth. You know how to satisfy me. I just want you to feel your cock inside me tonight. That’s all.”
You rest your head back down onto the bed and look into his eyes.
“I’m not putting any expectations on tonight other than having you close to me, okay?”
He takes a deep breath in, and when he exhales his shoulders rest a little lower, his head a little higher, and it’s as if he’s chosen to breathe out any little worries even he was unaware of. He nods and smiles, “Okay.”
As you slide his tip through your wetness, you take in his expression: excited, happy, smile lopsided and wide, eyes half open and glassy. He looks absolutely enamoured. You only hope your face reflects the same as you press the head of his cock at your entrance, wrapping your legs around him tighter to pull him into you.
He slides in so, so slowly, eyes rolling and moans spilling out just from his sensitive tip being swallowed up by you. As he pushes his hips further the moans get breathier and deeper down into his chest until he’s fully buried in your heat. His stomach tenses and he groans, pressing into you as though desperate to be deeper than was possible for him. You run your hands up and down his back, sending shivers through his whole body.
“You feel so good, Kiyotaka… your pretty cock fits me so well.”
His eyes are locked on yours, and you see that worry bubbling up just behind the lovesick look he was pouring straight into you. His cock is throbbing already, his thighs tensing now too, brows furrowing.
“I’m sorry…” he’s pre-emptively apologising, but you let him know he doesn’t have to.
“For what? I want your cum inside me, whenever you’re ready.”
He groans, and he’s already struggling above you, putting his all into holding out for your word. You take his face in both hands, ready to give it.
“Go on, cum for me.”
It’s immediate, his orgasm ripping through him, shaking his body as he drops his head low and buries his face in your chest. His thrusts are sudden, deep, sloppy and he whines with every wave of hot cum he fills you with.
Through it all you have your arms wrapped around him kissing his forehead, the top of his head, whatever you can reach, chanting out a soft, “Good boy… my good, good boy.”
He rests his head on your chest, shivering as you run your fingers through his hair, pressing into you again though he was already as deep as he could go. He kisses your chest, panting against your breasts, and begins to pull out, but you wrap your legs around him again, heels firm against his ass as he raises his head to look at you curiously.
“Stay inside.” His brows raise, blush coming to his face as the sentiment has his heart racing already, “You just feel so nice. We can keep each other warm.”
He does just that, resting his chin on your chest, looking up at you with happy, calm eyes. You run your fingers over his shoulders, smiling as little shivers continue to run through him when your touch gets too light.
“The weather is supposed to calm down next week.”
He nods, and even though he offers nothing in response you know he’s hanging onto your every word.
“We should go on that hike together then, don’t you think?”
He perks up a bit at that, the prospect of you joining him for his favourite hobby distracting him from the warmth he was buried in. His voice is so smooth and calm when he talks about the things he loves that it gives you butterflies. “That would be great. It’ll be quiet then, you can always hear the birds so well once the worst of the snow has passed.”
His smile widens, and you imagine how cute he’ll look with his binoculars, listing off birds in the surrounding trees. You’d been unsure about the whole thing initially, but now you couldn’t wait.
“As long as you don’t let me fall in some icy creek.”
He lifts his head a little, looking very serious, “Of course not, the trail doesn’t have any tough crossings, I made sure to double check. It’s perfect for your first time.”
You chuckle, and the way it makes you squeeze at his cock gently has him shivering again. “Thank you Ijichi.” This time, your pussy clenching at his softened cock inside of you is intentional. “You always look out for me… you’re so sweet.”
He’s hardening inside of you now, slowly, and you push him a little further.
“Are you happy, Ijichi?”
His smile spreads til his nose is crinkling slightly and he just has to close his eyes, looking like a cat basking in the sun. “Yes, I’m so happy.”
“Me too. You make me so happy, you know.”
“I do?”
There it is, his little way of asking you to keep going, even though he knew by now that you always would.
“Yes, you’re always so good to me.” His eyelids get heavy as his cheeks flush, cock fully hard inside of you now, and it twitches with your next words. “Always my good boy.”
He nuzzles into your chest, and you swear you can see his gears turning, even with his face buried. When he lifts his head, he looks up at you sheepishly, a coy smile on his lips as he is sure he knows the answer to this question. “Can we go again?”
You nod, and he pushes himself up onto his forearms, beginning to give you slow thrusts, barely pulling out before he’s pushing back in and groaning as he bottoms out. After a few moments of this, with your breaths getting louder, soft moans slipping out to join his louder ones, his thrusts get a little harder. He pulls out a little more each time, cock rubbing just so on the sensitive spot inside of you. His eyes are locked onto yours once more, lost in your gaze, and you see him fighting to form his thoughts into words.
“I think I can go longer this time.”
“You don’t have to.” You mean it, otherwise you wouldn’t lean up, beginning to press wet kisses into his neck.
He shudders, rhythm thrown off immediately, “N-not if you do that…”
Those words aren’t enough to stop you, as you suck on the spot that always leaves him whining, right by his Adam’s apple. It has him breathless, thrusts getting quicker in the moments before he regains control and slows them down again, falling back into that pace that had you moaning beneath him.
“Please, you’ll make me cum again.”
“I want your cum though, Kiyotaka.” He whines at that, loud and desperate, and you feel his cock throbbing already. “Want it deep inside me.”
That’s all it takes, and he’s thrusting fast for only a few seconds, whining and panting, before he’s spilling inside you yet again.
“Sorry…”
He’s apologising again, though you don’t know if it’s for cumming fast, or cumming at all since you hadn’t explicitly given him permission. You don’t want him apologising at all, and let him know as much in the uncertain terms Ijichi always needed.
“You don’t need my permission tonight, cum as soon as you feel like it.”
He looks at you, brows up, face asking the questions he was still catching his breath before he could form into words. What about you?
“I love it.” You kiss his forehead as he slides his arms underneath your shoulders, holding you close. “I love your cock, I love your cum, I love all of it.”
He looks at your eyes, then your lips, then back up to your eyes - thinking, and thinking, and thinking again. Then, quicker than the last time, you feel his cock hardening inside of you. Throbbing, almost, as he keeps moving his eyes over your face, redness spreading across his cheeks, followed by wetness gathering just at his thick lashes. You frown, pressing a hand to his face gently, but before you can parse this change of expression, he’s speaking first.
“I love you.” His tears don’t spill, but you see the intensity of his feelings plastered across his face. Suddenly, he’s thrusting, hard and deep as he can given he’s clutching you so tight his hips can barely separate from yours. It’s more of a rocking motion than anything, and you wrap your arms around him just as tightly. He repeats himself, breathy, lost in you, “I love you.”
There’s not even a chance for you to respond, with his lips coming down on yours, his kisses surprisingly chaste considering he was digging deeper than you’d expected of him, thrusting with a fervour spurred on entirely by his emotion.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” It’s barely intelligible, since he doesn’t bother to stop his tongue from sliding against yours as he repeats it. You rock your hips against his, matching his desperation and earning some friction on your clit.
Your moans are music to his ears, and he can’t help letting ones of his own out as if in direct response to you, loud and broken. He’s close, so very close, but so are you and seeing you like this only makes it harder for him. Urgency flashes in his eyes as he separates your bodies only enough to slide his hand between you, fingers nimble on your clit as another word joins his endless proclamation.
“Please, please, I love you, please.”
It’s there, just under the surface, threatening to undo you with your sweet Ijichi begging you to cum with him, but he’s that little bit faster. The warmth of his cum hits you first, and though it takes all of his composure, he keeps his movements steady until you’re cumming just moments after him, clenching his cock hard enough to have his cum forcing its way out around him.
As your orgasm wanes, he’s buried his face in your neck, still thrusting sloppily and swiping at your clit even as he twitches and whines at the overstimulation it was causing him already.
“Ijichi…” you’re back to running your fingers through his hair, warning him to stop before you’re pushed into that jarring sensitivity as well. He does, moving his hand from between you, collapsing into you fully as you hold him tight.
You let the moment settle, letting him catch his breath, before you respond as well with a kiss to the top of his head and a whisper along his skin. “I love you too.”
It might have felt too fast if he’d said it any other time, but like this, it doesn’t. It just fits with you taking it easy, living for only the two of you in your house, close as could be. It’s perfect. It keeps being perfect every time you chat about your upcoming plans with his softened cock still inside of you. Talking about how work would go, everything that would happen after the coming days all while he kept peppering it into the conversation just to have said it again, just to hear it back.
It keeps being perfect as Ijichi reiterates it every time he hardens again inside of you.
Even as he sits up, and from all the sweat it’s like peeling your bodies apart for the first time. His hands are gripping at your stomach, fingers digging in as he gives you his hardest thrusts yet. He sounds like he can’t breathe, like your pussy is hot enough to make him pass out even though he’s been settled inside of you for hours at this point. He’s gotten a second wind though, reaching deep and this time, you’re teetering on the edge even as he is unwavering above you.
The heat in your core is blinding, joining with a weight in your chest as you try your best, even in the throes of your orgasm, to watch him in all of his unbridled glory above you. Ijichi mouths the same sentiment that is burned onto your lips at this point, unable to control his breathing enough to form them into words.
I love you.
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First Time || Orochimaru x fem!reader
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Warnings : first time, boner, penetrative sex, slight jerking, kinda rough sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
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He always thought he was above those kinds of activities. He often looked them down, thinking it was only a flaw that the most animalistic of human beings were trapped with
But then he met you… and everything changed
He started to feel impossibly hot inside. He then learned that in those moment when he wanted to embrace you tightly he was feeling something unknown, love
He couldn’t help but be drawn to you when you were in the same room
He who was usually restless found himself more than once, there in his bed or in a couch doing nothing but cuddling
And it felt even better than reborn in a new body
But then when he thought he had discovered everything about this new feeling, he felt yet again something he didn’t conceive he could feel
It felt like a strong urge. An urge to be close to you more than he ever had been with you before. An urge to mate. An urge to be one with you, body and soul
One problem though… how to even approach you with this new desire of his ?
Would you find it inappropriate, uncalled for… or maybe too soon ?
He couldn’t even believe that HE was tiring himself to find a way to approach the subject with you
But little did he know that you too were feeling this strong pull towards him
Finally it happened naturally. You guys were cuddling in the couch like usual and he pulled you flush against him
He felt his body throb. It was it. He needed you now
“Y-Y/n ? I want-” he said, he sounded so unsure. Besides the fact that he called you directly by your name showed just his increasing need
“Orochimaru” you were breathless when you felt his bulge press against you “I want you too”
And it was all he needed to crash his lips on your. His arms circled you waits and you stumbled across the hideout - hopefully you were in his private areas, just imagine stumble on somebody in this state lmao - making his way to his bedroom
Both your hands working intensely and meticulously on pelling the clothes from each others body
But once he was here, on top of you, his body only mere inches away he froze. His thoughts were racing in his mind
Should he take a condom ? Could he hurt you ? So that’s what a pussy looks like…
The more the time passed the more he felt his urge growing. His body is tingly at places he didn’t know could tingle
As his desperate gaze locked onto your loving one he took a deep breath. You took his hand and helped him come back to Earth
You reached in the drawer and took a condom - that you bought yourself thinking that one day he would eventually let go of his inhibitions - and gave it to him
He struggled slightly to open it with how shaky his hands were, but he eventually managed to put it on. It felt weird ( I mean it should the first time right ?!? )
He went back on top of you and started wonder how he was going to enter you
But before he could think further he felt your hand gently stroking his hard length, making it twitch. He blushed furiously as he let out a groan. Not at all used to this type of contact
You reassured his with your gentle touch and your words of understanding as you guided him towards your entrance
His breath was shaky as he gently entered your warmth, inch by inch carefully not to cause any harm or unnecessary pain
His grip on your hips was vicious and it was surely going to leave a bruise or two
“Mmph… you’re s-so tight… ugh” he managed to say as he slowly started to grind against you
State of arousal allowed him to increase his rhythm and find a steady one that he tried to keep up
Though once he was fully comfortable something switched inside him. His grip grew stronger. And you felt him pin you in a possessive way against the mattress
His thrusts started to get deeper as he slammed his hips harshly against yours
He didn’t know what was happening and you on the other side were too much in ecstasy to care
The room filled with the sound of your lovemaking and your moans and groans
On the verge of climaxing he felt like his body was on fire
He bent down, still fucking you, and nestled his head against your shoulder, where his teeth sank
He was trying to desperately not to scream or moan as he felt the pleasure increase and increase
Then he felt it, the knot in his stomach bursted and he came hard, his hips stuttered as he filled the condom
His hips continued to move slowly against yours and he emptied himself
He didn’t have any more strength in his arms as he fell over your shaking form
“Fuck” you breathed out as your hands clung to his hips
You felt his nuzzle against your neck and gently lick the bite he did on your shoulder
He felt like he was on a cloud right now “I’m sleepy”
Your heart swelled at how cute he sounded “Just close your eyes my Love. I’ll be there when you wake up”
“Uh uh” he said his voice impossibly soft “I love you”
As he basked in the afterglow of his first time he kept thinking on how could you made him feel
He was sure that if he wasn’t this tired he would have gone for a second round right away. Maybe next time then
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Nightmares and Cuddles - Simon Lewis x female reader
Summary: You have a nightmare and go to find Simon, both of you acting like a couple in front of the others for the first time
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: none; somewhat non-canon Clary
Y/N’s POV
I wake with a sharp intake of breath, my body jerking upright in bed as a small cry escapes my lips. Mu heart hammers against my ribcage, panic flooding my sense as my hands frantically search the empty space beside me, grasping the comforting weight of Simon’s icy form. But he’s not there.
Fear tightens its claws around my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs as I struggle to control the rising tide of panic. My fingers tremble as they trace the contours of the bed, desperately seeking the familiar warmth of his body, the reassuring beat of his heart. But all I find is emptiness, a void where his presence should be.
“Si-Simon?” My voice wavers with uncertainty, the sound barely more than a whisper as I call out for him, my heart pounding in my ears. But there’s no response, only the oppressive silence of the room, pressing in on me from all sides. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes as I fight to hold back a sob, the ache of loneliness settling like a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach, “Simon.” I whimper again, the sound barely audible as I cling to the fragile hope that he’ll answer, that he’ll be there to chase away the darkness that threatens to consume me.
With trembling limbs, I push myself out of bed and stumble towards the closed door, my heart pounding in my chest as I follow the siren call of their laughter. Each step feels like an eternity, the distance between us stretching out impossibly far as I fight to quell the rising panic that threatens to consume me.
The laughter and yelling voices of Simon and Alec echo through the closed door, a beacon of warmth and familiarity in the cold darkness of the night. Each sound is a lifeline, pulling me closer to the safety and comfort that awaits me on the other side. But with each step, the knot of fear in my stomach tightens, threatening to suffocate me as I struggle to reach them.
As I finally push open the door shuffle down the hallway and step into the living room, the scene before me is a blur of movement and noise. Magnus and Alec are engrossed in their game, their voices rising in excitement with each turn. Jace is huddled on the couch, Clary is sketching, both of them lost in their own little worlds, Izzy is cackling at the way Simon is kicking Magnus and Alec’s asses at the video game. And then, there's Simon, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, his laughter ringing out like a bell in the night.
For a moment, I hesitate, unwilling to interrupt the easy camaraderie of their game. But then, as if sensing my presence, Simon turns his head, his face breaking into a wide grin as he catches sight of me standing in the doorway.
“Hey, there you are,” Simon says, his voice filled with warmth and affection. But as he takes in my disheveled appearance, his expression shifts to one of concern, worry creasing his brow. Without a word, he pats his lap invitingly, a silent invitation for me to join him. And with trembling limbs, I shuffle over to him, feeling small and vulnerable in one of his oversized graphic t-shirts, my cheeks still puffy from crying in my sleep.
I try to ignore the way Alec and Izzy share curious looks, Magnus and Jace share knowing looks and Clary seems to glare at me over her sketch book when I stop in front of Simon. The daylighter looks up at me, cognac eyes full of love and concern as he reaches for my hips, gently guiding me onto his lap so I’m pressed into him, my feet tucking under Izzy’s thigh who welcomes them, used to me doing it. I rest my head on Simon’s shoulder, shivering slightly and press my forehead into the crook of his neck, breathing in everything Simon.
I’m grumbling slightly when Simon leans to the side, dislodging my face from the crook of his neck, drawing a soft chuckle from him, his icy lips pressing to my forehead before a warm blanket is being wrapped around me, cocooning me in warmth and safety as he presses another gentle kiss to the top of my head as I burrow back into his chest. I can still see the images of Simon, Alec, Magnus, Jace and Izzy laying there, dead, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.
But even as Simon's arms encircle me, pulling me close, the images from my nightmare refuse to fade. They linger at the edges of my consciousness, haunting me with their vividness and cruelty. I can still see them—Simon, Alec, Magnus, Jace, and Izzy—lying there, lifeless and still, their faces frozen in expressions of agony.
The tears well up anew, blurring my vision as I cling to the fabric of Simon’s shirt with desperate fingers, as if he might slip away from me if I let go. The weight of my fear presses down on me, threatening to suffocate me as I struggle to make sense of the horrors that linger in my mind.
But Simon is here, his comforting presence unwavering as he holds me close. Though his heart may not beat like a human's, the unneeded but steady rhythm of his breath against my skin serves as a comforting reassurance. I can’t help but smile slightly as I know he’s only breathing so I can match my breath to his and stop panicking. And as he presses another gentle kiss to the top of my head, I feel a flicker of hope ignite within me, pushing back against the shadows that threaten to consume me.
As I nudge his jaw with my nose, seeking solace in the familiar contours of his face, I’m met with the warmth of his gaze. In his eyes, I see a reflection of my own turmoil, but beneath it all, there's a depth of love and adoration that steals my breath away. I lose myself in the ocean of his gaze, the world around us fading into insignificance as I drown in the depths of his love. My heart swells with emotion, a tidal wave of longing and affection crashing against the walls I've built around myself.
And then, with a tenderness that steals the very air from my lungs, Simon leans down to meet my lips in a soft, tender kiss. In that moment, everything else fades away—the nightmares, the doubts, the fears—replaced by the overwhelming warmth of his love. I melt into his embrace, savouring the sweetness of his lips against mine, the gentle press of his hand against the small of my back. Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the intimacy of our connection, each touch, each caress, a testament to the depth of our bond.
In the blissful cocoon of our embrace, time loses all meaning, swept away by the currents of our shared affection. But then, like a sudden clap of thunder shattering the tranquility of a summer's day, Clary's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and jarring. I startle at the sound, my heart pounding in my chest as I reluctantly pull away from Simon's lips, a sense of disorientation clouding my thoughts. Clary stands her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief, her eyes flickering with an emotion I can't quite place.
"How long has this been happening?" Her voice is tight, strained, as if each word is forced through clenched teeth. There's an edge to her tone, a hint of accusation that sends a shiver down my spine.
I glance up at Simon, searching for some sign of reassurance in his expression, but all I find is a mirrored reflection of my own uncertainty. His hand tightens around mine, a silent gesture of support, but the weight of Clary's question hangs heavy in the air between us. I swallow hard, the lump in my throat threatening to choke me as I struggle to find the right words to explain the depth of our connection. But before I can speak, Simon glares at her, his voice calm and steady despite the tension that simmers beneath the surface.
"It's been...a while," he admits, his gaze never wavering from Clary's. "But we wanted to keep it quiet, just until we were sure.”
There's a flicker of something in Clary's eyes—disbelief, perhaps, or maybe just plain jealousy—but before I can dwell on it, she offers a tight-lipped nod, her expression unreadable.
"Right," she says, her voice clipped and cold. It has me trying to wriggle out of Simon’s grip but he shushes me lovingly, gaze turned back to me, as if Clary’s disappeared and I can sense just how much it pisses her off but with the way Simon is looking at me I couldn’t care less.
“I think you should go.” Izzy is speaking up as Simon’s urging me to lay my head back on his shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck, his gentle hand carding through my hair while the other wraps around my legs and pulls me closer. I can hear Clary left out a sound of annoyance before she turns on her heels and I hear the front door slam before Alec clears his throat and challenges Simon to another round of whatever game they were playing before I joined them.
And then, like a gentle breeze on a summer's day, Jace moves to sit on our other side, his hand finding mine in a silent gesture of solidarity. I squeeze his hand in silent gratitude, feeling the weight of his support like a lifeline in the darkness.
As I lay there, surrounded by the comforting presence of my friends, I feel myself drifting off, the steady rhythm of Simon's heartbeat and the soft murmur of their laughter lulling me into a peaceful slumber.
In that moment, as I drift between wakefulness and dreams, I know with certainty that this is where I belong. In the warm embrace of my beloved Simon, surrounded by the laughter and love of our friends, I find a sense of belonging and contentment that I've longed for my entire life. And as sleep claims me once more, I let go of the worries and fears that have plagued me, knowing that as long as I have them by my side, I can face whatever challenges may come my way.
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You're My Type
Summary: Jimin has not been in a relationship in years even though his best friend, Taehyung, and Taehyung's boyfriend, Seokjin, often invite him into their relationship and into their bed.
Jimin decides he wants a night out dancing and convinces his best friend to go with him. What he doesn't expect is to meet a six-foot tall, golden haired man that he can't keep his eyes nor his hands off of. Will this blossom into something more?
“Come ooonnnn TaeTae, you know you want to go with meeee.” Jimin pouted at his best friend, his hand tugging on Taehyung's short-sleeved shirt, doing his best to appear overly sad and wounded.
Taehyung rolled his eyes and laid his head back on the leather couch, his brown curls falling into disarray. Taehyung pressed the pause button on the game controller he was holding and huffed loudly in semi-annoyance. By now, he was well used to Jimin’s neediness, and most of the time he found it endearing. But Taehyung had waited months for this new shooter game to come out and his boyfriend had stood in line for hours for the midnight release, just to be able to surprise Taehyung with the game for his birthday.
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Jimin and Taehyung had been best friends since their Senior year of high school. Jimin was being picked on by the school’s biggest bully and had been tripped onto the concrete outside of the school, his uniform pants ripping at the knee and his leg skinned and bleeding from his fall. The bully had just called Jimin a, “fucking fairy freak,” when Taehyung, the new kid in school, had come up and punched the bully square in the face. Taehyung had then grabbed Jimin’s smaller hand, jerked him up off of the ground and took off running, dragging Jimin after him. They had made it two blocks away from the school before they both collapsed against a fence, panting heavily. Jimin looked up, eyeing Taehyung warily and Taehyung gave him a huge boxy smile. “I think that counts as my exercise for the week,” Taehyung had said, causing Jimin to laugh for the first time in what felt like months.
After that moment, the two had become practically inseparable. One could rarely ever be seen without the other one. You could say that, in a way, they had fallen for each other at first punch.
Jimin and Taehyung had spent every day that they could together, even enrolling into the same art college – Jimin going into fashion design and Taehyung into photography. In their first year of college, they were even able to share a dorm room and together they shared the struggling artist lifestyle. After college they were able to find a small apartment that they could afford with their side jobs as they worked towards making their dreams come true. They were each other’s best friend, most trusted confidant and eventually they even became lovers for a time before realizing that it would never work out between them romantically, and so while they decided to share intimacy, they also decided not be romantically involved.
Taehyung had been Jimin’s first, in many ways. Taehyung was Jimin’s first real kiss, his first real date, his first all-night cuddle buddy, his first sexual encounter in any way and, eventually, became the one to take Jimin’s virginity. Taehyung was definitely not as innocent as Jimin when they met, but Taehyung experienced a lot of his firsts with Jimin as well. For the first time, Taehyung had someone that he could trust with every single piece of his being, every single piece of his heart. For once in his life, he felt as though he could sleep safely and peacefully through the night, his best friend curled into his side, the smell of Jimin’s usual peach shampoo filling his senses.
~
“Tonight is supposed to be my night in, my night to MYSELF.” Tae grumbled. “WHY exactly are you here anyway?” he asked, lifting his head to glare at his best friend, the second love of his life, before pointedly pressing the start button to resume his game, the sound of video game gunfire filling the large but cozy living room.
Jimin’s pout intensified on his plush lips as he slumped down onto the couch.
“I just wanted to go out and have some fun with my best friend who NEVER has time for me anymore, is that really so wrong?” he asked sadly, fingering the sun pendant that was hanging on a silver chain around his neck. Taehyung had gifted him the pendant when Jimin scored his first big designer gig and Jimin had worn it religiously every day since.
Taehyung smirked as he shot down an enemy sniper in the game. “Let’s be for real, seeing as how you stay the night here four times a week would suggest that I have more than enough time for you. You don’t want to “have some fun” with me, you just want to get that fat ass laid by someone that you don’t have to feel guilty about,” he said teasingly, knocking his shoulder into his friend’s.
Jimin sat up straight at that, pertly crossing his black denim-clad legs, his black chelsea boots gleaming underneath the overhead lights. Jimin gave an offended sniff and glared at his friend. “For one,” he stated, “I do NOT have a fat ass! And for two, there is nothing wrong with getting a little action now and then from someone who won’t harass me about being a third boyfriend!”
“Who’s getting a little action?” a voice behind them interrupted. Jimin turned his head to see Taehyung’s boyfriend, Seokjin, walking into the room, apparently just getting home from work since he was still in in his suit from the office.
Seokjin was one of Seoul’s top prosecuting attorneys. How Taehyung’s starving artist self was able to bag him, Jimin still didn’t understand, but the two had been dating for close to two years now and Jimin couldn’t have been happier for them, if not a little jealous at times. Jimin didn’t like sharing what was his, and Taehyung was definitely his first, a fact that he constantly reminded Seokjin of when he first started dating Taehyung. It was only after Seokjin had assured Jimin that he would never be replaced, that Jimin finally started loosening his claws a little bit. However, sometimes Jimin was a little jealous of Taehyung as well, even if he WAS happy for him. How could he not be jealous after all? Seokjin not only had a prominent career, but he was loaded AND was one of the most handsome men that Jimin had ever laid eyes on. He was so handsome, in fact, that Jimin had almost said yes when Taehyung and Seokjin had invited him into their bed and into their relationship.
Instead, Jimin, after thinking seriously about it for quite some time, decided to turn down their offer for a relationship. He knew that Taehyung loved him, just as much as he loved Taehyung and he knew that they both wanted him to join their relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to agree. While Jimin loved hooking up and the sex was amazing with both of them involved, when it came to actual relationships he was rather old fashioned, which is why it had been years since he had been in one. His refusal, however, did not stop Seokjin from spoiling him almost as much as Seokjin spoiled Taehyung. Nor did it stop Seokjin and Taehyung from asking him to be their third or from giving Jimin toe-curling orgasms. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon to find Jimin spending the night at their condo, winding up squashed in bed between the two, Seokjin’s arm under his head and Taehyung lulling him to sleep with gentle and sweet kisses after they had both wrung him dry, his throat parched from moaning and his ass sore from their thoroughness.
~
Jimin had just gotten home from work and was starting to prepare dinner for himself and Taehyung when Taehyung barged through the door of their apartment, talking excitedly about some “hot guy” that he had met at the gallery where Tae was going to have his upcoming photography exhibition. Taehyung had then woken Jimin up excitedly when Seokjin had called him to ask him out on a date, and then proceeded to make Jimin sit through a mini fashion show as Taehyung had tried on every article of clothing he owned, before deciding to wear clothes from Jimin’s closet, stating that his own were just not sexy enough. Jimin held his jealousy in for the first few dates that Taehyung went on, until one night when Taehyung didn’t come home until after two in the morning. Jimin had waited up, pacing, not used to being home alone that late. Taehyung had, at last, come through the door. His hair was a complete wreck, hickies lining his collar bones and a blissed-out expression on his face from being thoroughly fucked.
At first, Jimin was very distrustful of the man. After all, no one had ever been able to take his Taehyungie’s attention away from him and because of that fact alone, Jimin had been determined to hate Seokjin in every single way, for all his existence if he had to. Then the night came when Taehyung, decked out in a new leather jacket from his boyfriend, had begged Jimin to at least come out and eat dinner with them, and try to get to know Seokjin. After an hour of Taehyung begging and pleading and even promising Jimin the best blow job that he had ever received, Jimin finally succumbed to the pressure when Taehyung had held him down and began tickling him.
Jimin was NOT happy about going out to eat with them even though Seokjin was the most handsome man he had ever seen, and that Seokjin was every part an upright gentleman. Seokjin had arrived at the apartment that Jim and Taehyung shared, with a bouquet of flowers for both of the young men. Seokjin had held the car door opened for both of them, the restaurant door open for both of them and even told Jimin to order whatever he wanted to eat and drink, no matter what the cost. Jimin spent most of the evening trying to keep a pleasant look on his face, but would wind up scowling every time Seokjin touched Taehyung, not realizing it until Taehyung would kick him under the table.
Once the wine started sinking into his systems, Jimin found himself noticing the flush on Seokjin’s cheeks and thinking, “cute,” without realizing it. Once he realized what he had thought, he mentally berated himself and steeled his resolve back into hatred for the man across the table from him. It was when Taehyung had made one of his terrible dad jokes, accompanied by his charming boxy smile, that Seokjin threw his head back and let out a loud and genuine honking laugh, his eyes crinkling up, that Jimin’s ice started to defrost. It took a few more outings for Jimin to really start warming up to Taehyung’s new boyfriend, but Jimin had never been able to refuse his Taehyungie anything, and that included liking Seokjin. Seokjin had tried, several times, to gift Jimin with things like he did Taehyung, but Jimin resolutely refused to accept every single one of the gifts.
Seokjin was thrilled when Taehyung bounced into his condo one night with a semi-reluctant Jimin in tow, stating that Jimin was going to stay the night too. Jimin apologized for Taehyung springing the overnight stay on Seokjin last minute, but Seokjin waved away his apology, stating that Jimin was more than welcome to come over any time, day or night. The three had spent the night watching movies and eating way too much food and it seemed that every hour that passed, Jimin’s heart melted a little more towards the older man.
During one particularly scary movie, Taehyung had supposedly become so freaked out that he climbed into his boyfriend’s arms, dragging Jimin with him, becoming sandwiched in between his boyfriend and his best friend, clinging onto both of them for dear life. Jimin had looked over the top of Taehyung’s head to catch Seokjin’s eye. Seokjin smiled and gave Jimin a cheesy wink before kissing the side of Taehyung’s head and turning his attention back to their movie. Jimin had burrowed into Taehyung’s side, biting his lip in deep thought about the man that Taehyung had sprung into their lives, trying to decide if he could really accept it or not.
Once the movie had ended, Jimin stood up quickly, announcing that he had something important to say. Jimin paced back and forth in front of the coffee table while Seokjin and Taehyung sat side-by-side, their eyes glued to the beautiful man in front of them.
Jimin ranted about how for the first time, he felt that he was losing Taehyung. He stated how their relationship had changed so much since Seokjin had come into his Taehyungie’s life and that Jimin felt as though he had been replaced. Seokjin started to pale, and Taehyung tried to interject but Jimin held his hand up for silence and took a deep, steadying breath. He exhaled slowly and looked Seokjin dead in the eyes.
“I guess if I have to lose my Taehyungie.. at least… at least it’s to a great man like you. But there will be rules to this, after all, Taehyungie was mine first. I get first dibs on him until you two have been together for over a year, that way I have time to get used to losing him. You will have him home to me a reasonable time after dates unless he plans to stay the night with you. Protection is a MUST for your sex life, no matter how much he begs for you to go in raw and trust me, he WILL beg for it. You need to know that I, as his best friend, will always come first. Sometimes I will need to be held, sometimes kissed and Taehyung has ALWAYS filled that role. Now, since you two are in a relationship, I will not ask for sex or things like that, but the rest of it has to be fair game. And I reserve the right to add, expand or delete from these rules any time that I please. ”
Both Seokjin and Taehyung sat in shock for a few second before Taehyung yelled in happiness at Jimin’s grudging acceptance and launched himself over the coffee table to tackle his best friend to the ground, squirming all over him and leaving heavy kisses all over Jimin’s face and sputtering mouth. “I KNEW you’d start to like him Jiminie!” Taehyung had crowed happily, rubbing his nose on Jimin’s cheek as Jimin wrapped his arms around his waist tightly. “I just don’t want you to forget about me,” Jimin said sadly, and Taehyung pulled back to look at him in shock. “I would NEVER forget about you! Ever! You’re MY Jiminie and I’m YOUR Taehyungie okay?” Taehyung whispered gently to him before tipping Jimin’s chin up to kiss his lips gently. Jimin clung onto Taehyung and kissed him back for all he was worth.
Seokjin had sat back, watching their antics for a few moments before he cleared his throat, causing the younger men to remember that he was in the room with them.
“While, I am beyond happy that you’ve decided to accept me, Jimin, and I do accept your rules, I must admit that I have some rules of my own.” Both of the younger men sat up in surprise, Taehyung looking at his boyfriend in confusion while Jimin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Seeing Jimin’s look, Seokjin let out on of his big honking laughs. “It’s nothing like that,” he stated, waving his hands.
“First, Jimin, you must start accepting the fact that I’m going to spoil you as well. If you’re in my boyfriend’s life then you’re in my life and I tend to spoil those in my life. Secondly, I do not want to hear any more apologizing or you suggesting that you’re putting me out. You could come over every single time that Tae does, and it would STILL never put me out, if my puppy is happy then I’m happy.”
Taehyung wiggled in Jimin’s arms, “Didn’t I tell you that he was great?!” he said happily.
“Thirdly, I want you to try to realize that I will never take Tae away from you and I have no intention to do so. Tae explained your relationship to me on our first date and I told him that I would accept it in all of it’s entirety and I have, I always will. You’ll find that I can be a jealous man at times, but like you, I cannot resist giving into our boy. Plus, I like you. Tae and I have even discussed you being our third.”
Jimin choked at this, thoroughly shocked at what he heard. “Y-you…you talked about what?!” Taehyung turned in lap and wrapped his arms around Jimin’s neck. “Come on, Jiminie, I love you and you love me. And I also love Jinnie, so what could be better than the three of us together? Plus,” Tae leaned in to whisper in Jimin’s ear, “You should see the size of his dick!’
“Yah! Taehyung!” Seokjin mock-yelled, his ears turning as red as Jimin’s cheeks.
Seokjin cleared his throat again, “Anyway, I know that there will be times when you and Taehyung will want the intimacy that you share, and I want you to know that I’m okay with that, truly. You give to him something that I never could. “
Jimin looked at the older man in confusion, his brow furrowing. “What can I give him that you can’t?” Jimin asked.
“You can give him yourself, your memories. You’re his safe place, Jimin, and I would never dare to take that away from him.”
~
Seokjin leaned over the couch to kiss his boyfriend on the top of the head before leaning to the side to kiss Jimin’s upturned lips in greeting.
“Jimin wants to go to the club so he can get laid by someone other than us.” Taehyung said and then started shouting as an enemy player took him out, flopping himself backwards and crossing him arms in his tantrum.
Seokjin perched on the back of the couch, loosening his tie, rand arched his eyebrow. “And? What’s wrong with that?” he asked, causing Jimin to stick his tongue out at his best friend in triumph. Taehyung twisted around, placing his hands on his boyfriend’s thigh, and pouted up at him. “It’s my night to stay innnnnnn,” he whined.
Seokjin chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately. “Now, puppy, doesn’t Jimin share you with me?”
“Yeah…”
“Well maybe you should share Jimin with other people, yeah?”
Taehyung squinted his eyes at his boyfriend, “I DO share him with people. I share him with you several times a week!”
“That’s not the same!”
“That’s not the same!”
Both Jimin and Seokjin replied, causing Taehyung to grumble.
“C’mon Tae-Tae...” Jimin said using his cutest voice, falling to the floor on his knees in front of his friend.
“Jiminie... I really do-oohhh…” Taehyung moaned as Jimin began caressing his length through his sweat pants. Taehyung inhaled deeply as Seokjin chuckled. “That’s not fair Jiminah!”
Jimin gave his best puppy dog eyes.
“Pretty please Taehyungie?” he whispered, before lowering his lids into what the couple referred to as his “Siren Gaze”. “I’ll give you such a good blow job if you go with me…I’ll even let you fuck my face.”
“Good god,” Seokjin laughed, “If you don’t take him up on it, then I will, puppy.”
Taehyung pushed Jimin’s hands away from him and sat up, his half-hard cock visible under his pants. “Fine! You win! I’ll go!” Jimin squealed in excitement and pushed a grumbling Taehyung to the bedroom so he could pick out their clothes for the night.
“Yah! Call Jungkook and see if he can go with you!” Seokjin yelled after them, knowing that once alcohol entered their system, they could be a handful and that Jungkook was at least intimidating enough to keep the truly weird creeps away from his men.
“Anything you say beautiful!” Jimin yelled back.
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Tag Game!
Tag game!
I was tagged by @holistic-alcoholic
I talked about it with my friend and I think it can be fun for you guys too.
Think of your stories (fanfics, art, headcanons, any kind of plots you have) and list what romantic gestures (grand or small) your characters do for each other. I'll start:
Going back to the start of ones I have up on AO3:
Sit beside the hospital bed of the one they love, through all hours, despite potentially being hunted by the gov't.
Cuddling and stargazing at a cabin getaway in the woods, just ignoring the rest of the world but the one they love.
Giving the loved one their own key to the private sanctuary of the bedroom (before they're cohabitating, that is) where they never let anyone just go.
Making their love interest go out on a long motorcycle ride to the middle of nowhere to get away from all the stress and ingratitude of leadership.
Apparently, letting your love interest taste the blood from your mouth after you've bitten off a jerk's cheek.
After weeks of misunderstandings and avoidance, starting to make amends for that by buying their love interest a very delicious Freakshake from a coffee shop up the street. Sharing a plate to hold both their sandwiches at group supper while they're snuggling on the couch. Punching their love interest's jerk brother in the face and knocking him on his ass when he won't stop his insults.
Rescuing their love interest from certain death in outer space when they run out of food and air and water (after being dead for a bit themself).
Taking their love interest out for a walk in the woodsy area outside their childhood home, show off the deer and snow and magic of non-big city life. Sharing a family holiday with them.
Make a personal request of the gods of Valhalla for the future love interest to come there after sacrificing himself for the universe.
Let the love interest outbid you in an auction for a classic car you could buy 5 times over (or more). Spend a weekend spoiling the love interest after inviting him home to give him a break from constantly being in charge. Give new classic car a serious security upgrade as well as a brand new cellphone with all the bells and whistles.
Future gestures will include a variety of trips to get away from responsibility and more technological upgrades and plenty of snuggle time.
After falling in love in an alternate reality with your (in that reality) husband and then being returned to your own reality, you spend the next week or two trying to get your reality's version of that husband out of prison to bring back home with you to begin the long process of wooing them.
This will entail a future of romantic gestures - cooking for and together, dates to cultural events to the love interest's liking, little love language gestures like small gifts, learning exactly how he takes his tea (or coffee or hot chocolate) - or even what foods are his favorite, giving him a space to do study and work his magic, eventually cuddles and learning just how he likes to be touched.
Taking your future love interest out for a day at Coney Island to escape their jerk of a brother and then defending said love interest when you come back from a great day and jerk brother is being a jerkier jerk.
So the basic jist of romantic gestures: cooking, cuddling, spoiling, learning about interests and tastes, and all manner of tactile affection.
Tagging: @scottxlogan @mcfiddlestan @kleenexwoman @just-fandomthings @mistressofmuses @chaotic-hypnotic-erotic @tryingtobecoollikeyou and anyone else who wants to play!
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in-game | kenma kozume (m.)
pairing: kenma/reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut
wordcount: 𝟸𝟼𝟶𝟸
tags: established relationship, gamer!kenma
cw: neglectful behavior, crying, hurt/comfort, cuddling, riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, dom!kenma.
+ note: self indulgent bc im a hurt/comfort whore and i was going thru some KENMA FEELINGS when i wrote this.
˖˖ summary: kenma’s been awfully neglectful lately, preoccupied with his video games. you eventually get fed up and he has to comfort you and fix the hurt he caused you.
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Your lovely boyfriend had been playing video games nonstop for days. It had gotten to the point that even your personal time together, curled up in bed before sleeping, had been infringed upon. Instead of him coming to bed with you to cuddle and talk, he was staying up and coming to bed after you fell asleep. You’d wake up to him already sitting in front of his computer or the TV resuming his gameplay when you woke up.
You got it was his job and he loved to play with every fiber of his being but you couldn’t help but feel...neglected. You tried to ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your chest when you greeted him good morning and only sometimes received a grunt in response.
It was weighing heavily on you and you were saddened that he didn’t even notice your downed state. He also didn’t seem to miss your presence when you began to hide in different rooms away from him.
It all came to a head one evening when you found yourself craving him. Craving like having his touch on your body, making you feel good and loved like you knew he did so well. Kenma didn’t have the biggest sex drive around and as a result it sort of caused your own to dim as well. But when either of you had the urge you usually had no problems going to the other to have it sorted.
This time, however, you found yourself hesitating.
There was no way he’d choose you over that video game right now.
So with a heavy heart you laid back in bed and slid your hand down your panties, shuddering when you felt your wet folds beneath your fingertips.
You could hear Kenma’s video game through the thin walls of your shared apartment. It was distracting, knowing he was out there so close yet so far. It had been a long time since you had to get yourself off; you never needed to when you had the sweetest boyfriend ever living with you.
After touching yourself for what felt like ages, you realized you were nowhere near orgasm and promptly gave up. The frustrations of being stuck horny mixed with your hurt over being neglected by your boyfriend finally bubbled over and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You rolled over, stuffing your face into his pillow as you cried. It muffled your whimpers and wails, not that your boyfriend would notice anyway.
Suddenly, you sat up and sniffled a bit. Something dawned on you as you sat there, listening to your boyfriend’s video game blast explosions through the walls.
There was no reason for you to be made to feel like this. You had to step up and talk to him. Communication was always the most important thing in your relationship with Kenma. He was a quiet, introverted guy who kept 99% to himself. When you first started dating back in high school, you both made it completely clear that you needed to talk to each other.
Yet there you were, ignoring that rule you’d made with him.
You crawled out of bed and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as you stumbled out of the bedroom.
Kenma was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the wooden coffee table as he slouched back. His hair was in a messy bun, a bored expression on his face as he slammed his thumbs against the controller buttons.
“Kenma,” you said, pausing in the doorway to the living room.
He didn’t reply, making you huff and try again. You called his name louder, stepping into the room. Finally, he tore his eyes from the screen to cast a glance at you before immediately looking back to the screen. However, it only lasted a second before his head was jerking to look back at you with wide eyes.
He sat up straighter, hitting pause on his game as he frowned up at you, “Have you been crying?”
You sigh and nod, stepping closer to him, fidgeting nervously with the hem of your shirt.
“Why?” he asked, the sincerity in his voice making your eyes tear up again.
Your bottom lip trembled as all the feelings you’ve been holding back flooded forth; “I just...really miss you lately, Kenma. You’ve been so...busy and I...just feel like you’ve forgotten me.”
His gaze softened as your words sunk in. He uttered your name, soft and sympathetic before reaching his hand out for you. You quickly slipped your fingers into his palm, letting him tug you into his lap. His arms wrapped around you, one hand cupping the back of your head as he pulled your face into his shoulder. You felt the tears you’d been holding back come forth as you heard him whisper soft apologies in your ear.
You didn’t say anything more, feeling yourself begin to doze, nestled in his lap as he rubbed his hand down your back. You sighed happily snuggling into him. The music to his game played in the background and you found yourself speaking; “you can play again.”
“A-Are you sure?” he asked, skeptical though he knew you were bound to doze off.
You nodded and closed your eyes, relaxing against him. You felt him shift as he grabbed the controller once more, settling back into the couch cushions before resuming his game. You quickly fell asleep to the feeling of the occasional kiss against your temple from him.
When you woke up, it was from being gently jostled. Kenma quickly noticed you had awoken and he frowned, reaching over to tuck some hair behind your ear.
“Sorry…” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
“It’s okay,” you reply, sitting up, “How long was I out?”
He shook his head, “Like an hour or so.”
You rolled over and got out of bed, making Kenma frown before you disappeared into the bathroom. He went back to the living room to resume his game, sitting on the couch with his controller in his lap. When you came back from going pee, you paused to take a look at him.
His bun was loose, hair falling prettily around his face. He had changed into a loose t-shirt that was too big so it fell off his shoulder, revealing his collarbones and an expanse of unmarked, pale skin. He wore a pair of soft sweatpants that he owned several colors of; they were his favorites.
He looked up at you when you came in, patting his lap before holding his hand out for you.
“You’re tired, why don’t you go to sleep?” he asked, thumbing beneath your eyes, which were still a bit red from crying earlier.
“Wanna be with you,” you whisper, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers resting his hand on your back before pressing a kiss to your head, “Take all the time you need.”
You smile, relishing in having his attention, even as you heard the game play on in the background. He occasionally pressed a kiss against you.
Suddenly, the arousal you had been feeling came back to the forefront of your mind and you found yourself squirming in his lap. He grunted, brows coming together.
“Settle down, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your shoulder, eyes glued to the TV.
“Kenma…” you whimper, leaning back a bit, making sure to stay out of his way of the TV, “Can I…” he hummed, glancing at you for a second before looking back at the TV, “I really wanna ride you.”
He shuddered, nodding his head, “Go ahead, baby. Get me hard.”
You grin gleefully, and reach down to palm him, finding he’s already rapidly growing harder. Tugging at the elastic band of his sweats, he shifts a bit so you can pull his cock free, tucking the band beneath his balls. He sighs at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him to give his length a few squeezes.
You pucker your lips and spit down on the head, using it to slick up his shaft to aid in your movements. Before long, hot puffs were coming from his lips and he was at full hardness.
You sat up and yanked your panties down before tugging your shirt over your head. Completely, naked, Kenma sat back to admire your body with a low curse.
Reaching beneath you, you gripped his cock to line him up at your entrance.
“Don’t hurt yourself, baby,” he whispered, glancing up at your through messy bangs, “Run and get the lube.”
“D-Don’t need it,” you whine, running the head between your folds.
He hisses but hits pause, gripping your hip to stop you from sinking down with a pointed look, “Go get the lube, now.”
You pout but do as you’re told, crawling off his lap to rush to the bedroom. The bottle sits inside the bedside table on his side and you grab it quickly.
When you return to the living room, he’s sitting as you left him, cock resting against his t-shirt, leaving a wet spot from where it steadily drools precum.
“Here,” you grunt, crawling back into his lap, “I really don’t need it.”
“Why do you say that?” he asks, putting his controller down to take the bottle from your hands.
You watch, mouth open as he pours some into the palm of his hand. His hands were always so pretty; lithe fingers and prominent veins. He wraps his fist around his length and coats the smooth skin in the liquid. Using what was left on his fingers, he slides two fingers into your cunt. You grunt and grip his shoulders as he scissors his digits.
“You are wet,” he hummed, crooking his fingers to find your g-spot easily.
“T-Told you,” you pant, “I’ve been...wet for hours…”
“Why didn’t you just come and ask me?” he mumbled, frowning as he focuses on your fingers swallowing his fingers before he slowly adds a third.
“D-Didn’t think...oh, that you’d care,” you confess.
He shakes his head and pulls his fingers free, wiping them clean on his sweats before grabbing his controller.
“Don’t be stupid,” he mumbled, but you can hear the hurt in his voice at your words, “I’m always here, even if it doesn’t seem like I don’t because I’m being an ass.”
“Can I ride you now?” you ask, kissing your forehead.
“Take what you need, baby, I’m all yours,” his breathing stutters as you line him up with your entrance and begin sinking down, “That’s it...it’s all for you, make yourself feel good.”
You let out a slow breath as you sink down, taking his cock into your dripping walls. The stretch burns just a bit but it only feels pleasurable. Kenma sighs, biting his lip as his grip on the controller tightens as you squeeze him so perfectly.
You do your best not to jostle him too much as you ride him, grinding against him so stimulate your clit. After being unable to cum earlier, you feel yourself getting closer to your first orgasm. Your movements stutter and you press your cheek to his shoulder, panting and whining as you work yourself over the edge.
“That’s it, use my cock, baby,” Kenma pants, throbbing within your spasming walls, “Cum for me.”
And you do. It’s a calm, slowly cresending orgasm that fades almost as quickly as it arrived. But still, it left you trembling in his lap. Taking a breather, you sit quietly with your eyes closed, his cock still buried inside you while you waited for the oversensitivity to pass.
He let you, kissing your cheek and head as you came down, patiently waiting for you to do as you needed -- just as he promised. He was there for you right now, even though his eyes were on his game, his mind was concentrated on you and your sweet cunt wrapped around him.
Before long, you were moving again, but this time you began bouncing.
He groaned, leaning back as you expertly worked your hips so the tip prodded every sweet spot in your walls. You were dripping down his length, making a mess of his sweats but he truly couldn’t care less in that moment. He cursed under his breath, accidentally pressing a wrong button on his controller.
“I’m cumming again!” you squeal, nails biting into his shoulders as you toss your head back and shudder, soaking his length in your cum. He hisses, hitting pause and tossing the controller to the other end of the couch. He grabs your hips and plants his feel on the floor, jackhammering his hips up while holding you stationary, “K-Kenma!”
“Cum again,” he groans, his own eyes rolling back.
“F-Fuck!” you toss your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight as you cum again. Perhaps you never even came down from your second one. Regardless, you’re hurled into a third -- this one messier than before.
You squirt, soaking his shirt and abdomen, “Good fucking girl, good girl.”
“Th-Thought you’d let me take what I need…” you pant, trembling as he moves your hips under his strong grip, working you through the aftershocks.
He huffs out a laugh, head resting against the back of the couch, “Why let you take when I can give?”
You moan, head falling back when you ride him once more. Your body trembles in overstimulation but you just can’t get enough. He cups your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers as he stares up at you as if you were a goddess. Hell, to him, you were one.
“I love you so much,” he confesses, gaze soft.
You meet his eyes and feel an overwhelming sense of love overcoming you. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his and pull him in for a deep, sweet kiss.
He reciprocates naturally, cupping the back of your head.
“I love you more,” you reply, resting your forehead against his, “I love you more than anything, Kenma.”
“Shh, baby,” he coos, hearing the raw emotion bleeding into your voice, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
You whimper, burying your face in his neck as you resume riding him. He holds you close, caressing your skin and whispering words of encouragement as you crest once again. This time, you take him with you.
He spills into you, a heavy groan in your ear as he pumps his hot load into your spasming cunt. You both relax, your body trembling as tears trickle down your cheeks and you sniffle. He pulls you back so he can look at your face. He cups your cheeks and presses a kiss to your nose.
“I’m sorry, _____,” he whispers sincerely, “I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t care about you.”
“It’s okay now,” you whimper, snuggling into him, neither of you caring about his cum dripping from you cunt. His cock is soft now, but still sheathed within you and you have no plans of separating.
He reaches over to grab his controller again, feeling you sag against him as you begin to doze off. His thumbs work over the buttons and he relishes in the feeling of having you close, wondering how he had missed it for so long without realizing.
The sight of you crying because you felt neglected still rang in his mind and he made a mental promise to the two of you that he would never make that mistake again -- no matter how into his games he became.
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F*cking up the friendship
Word count: 3501
Genre: Angst and fluff
Pairing: Wanda x Natasha x fem!reader
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol (let me know if I need to add any)
Summary: You sometimes forget Nat and Wanda are dating each other but when they go off on a date you feel sad and add alcohol to the mix, unable to fully control your words around them when they come back.
A/n: I’ve been in a huge wandanat x reader mood recently so you’re probably going to get spammed with a lot of these. Originally this was supposed to be a 1k words get together fluff fic that was suggested to me but then I added angst and other stuff so I decided to make the fluffy get together fic separately. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this, I spent hours yesterday writing so I could finish it in one day.
You sigh loudly as you flip through Netflix, finding nothing interesting to watch. Usually on a Friday night you would be doing something with Wanda and Nat but today they had told you they had a special date planned so you haven’t seen them at all. It was a completely horrible idea to fall in love with your two best friends who happened to be dating each other but your heart betrayed your brain and now you were stuck in this situation, finding it impossible to get over the two most amazing women you had ever met. Spending nearly all your time with them did not help and everyday you feel your heart break a little when they kiss each other in greeting but only give you a smile. You know you should be thankful for their friendship, and you are, but it also pains you to know that there can never be more.
You imagine what it would be like to share kisses and wake up wrapped in their arms. One time when you had fallen asleep on the couch after staying up late watching movies with them Natasha had carried you to bed and tucked you in and Wanda had said goodnight with a kiss on your forehead. You never talked about that night because you had pretended to be asleep but you replay it over and over in your mine, wishing that it wasn’t a one time thing. They are so strong, so kind, so smart and just so amazing in every possible way. It’s fitting that they are together but it also sucks to have to watch the perfect people have a perfect relationship while you pine silently, always trying to be a supportive friend.
You try to think positive thoughts but you can’t help but wonder what they could be doing now which ruins your mood. Nothing on Netflix looks good to watch by yourself with nobody to make fun of cringy rom-coms with or to hide your face in during horror movies. It’s almost scary how much time you’ve spent with them recently and how reliant you’ve come to be on it. Come to think of it you can’t remember the last time they went on a proper date and you start to wonder if by watching movies with them you were actually intruding upon their alone time. You hope they would have been honest and told you if you were but they have always been nothing but nice to you so it’s possible they just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.
Giving up on watching altogether you throw the remote aside carelessly, wincing when it bounces off the couch and hits the floor with a bang, and stand up. Making your way out of the living room and over to the room where the mini bar is you push all the thoughts from your mind, focusing only on the fact that you really need a drink right now. You don’t bother to turn the lights on when you enter the room, heading straight for the bottles and pouring some whiskey into a glass, much more than a recommended size.
Sitting down on the couch you take a gulp. It burns and tastes disgusting, you’ve never been one for drinking but tonight you enjoy the feeling, not drinking for pleasure but drinking to hopefully forget. It takes about an hour before your thoughts get all muddled and you feel more relaxed. You slowly start to close your eyes and drift off to sleep when you are woken suddenly by a thump and a stream of curse words. You startle and your hand jerks spilling the rest of your drink all over your lap.
Natasha and Wanda are standing a few feet in front of you. Natasha is looking at you with an expression you can’t recognize in your inebriated state and Wanda is clutching her foot, looking darkly at the leg of the coffee table.
“Shit.” You mumble loudly, both at spilling your drink and at seeing them while drunk. This wasn’t supposed to happen, they were supposed to still be gone and now you’ve just embarrassed yourself completely in front of them.
“Hey, Y/n,” Natasha is at your side in an instant, cupping your face in her hands, “let’s get you cleaned up okay?”
Wanda is there a second later, hovering. “And then maybe you could tell us what’s wrong.”
“Nothhhing’s wrong.” You slur, standing up. “Goodnight.”
“No no no, you’re not going anywhere by yourself right now.” Natasha tells you firmly, grabbing your arm. You don’t protest, partly because you know they are both stubborn and will always win and partly because you secretly want to spend as much time with them as possible.
“Listen to Nat,” Wanda advises, “can you walk?”
“I can walk.” You say, crossing your arms and trying to look serious
Natasha raises an eyebrow, doing a horrible job at stifling her laughter for a spy. “Show me then.”
You take a few steps forward, looking triumphantly at Natasha before you stumble, arms flailing out and grabbing Wanda to prevent yourself from falling. Wanda helps pull you back up straight and kisses you on the forehead.
“I think the correct answer to the question is no.” She tells you amused. “Let me help you.”
She doesn’t wait for a response and hooks an arm underneath your shoulders to help support your weight. You lean into her and match her steps, frowning when Natasha hurries away in front instead of walking with you.
“She’s just going ahead to grab something.” Wanda whispers, noticing your expression. You feel your entire body shiver from the sound of her whisper in your ear. Luckily she doesn’t mention it and just tightens her grip around you and continues until you’ve reached their shared room.
You stare at the door in confusion. “What are we doing here?”
“Did you really think we would leave you alone when you’re drunk and obviously upset about something?” She asks rhetorically. “We want to take care of you.”
You’re glad she’s holding you up otherwise you’re afraid you would have melted to the floor from her words alone. She pushes the door open and leads you inside. Natasha is waiting and hands you a pile of clothes. You recognize the bottoms as Wanda’s favourites and the top as Natasha’s shirt.
“For me?” You ask, confused. She had handed them to you but maybe she actually wanted to give them to Wanda seeing as it’s their stuff.
“Yes for you silly,” she says smiling, “are you able to change by yourself in the bathroom?” You nod, feeling slightly more sober now.
“Okay just be careful and call if you need us.” Wanda tells you before stepping away from your side. You already miss her warmth but you pretend to be unaffected and head into the bathroom to change.
It takes longer than usual, in part because you accidentally tried to put both legs in the same hole at first, but you managed to undress and put the pajamas on. They’re soft and smell like a mixture of them and you will deny it if asked but you hold the shirt up to your nose and breathe it in before realizing how weird that is. Walking back out of the room you shift nervously, unsure of what to do with both Natasha and Wanda staring at you intently.
“Come here sweetheart.” Natasha says and you immediately comply, heart pounding at the endearment, sitting down beside her on the bed in between her and Wanda. “Do you want to tell us why you got drunk now?” You shake your head furiously, only stopping when it starts to make you nauseous.
“No, I don’t really-” You get cut off by your own yawn, suddenly very tired.
Wanda giggles. “Let’s get you to bed now.”
You start to pout, upset that you have to leave and go back to your room but before you can move she uses her powers to gently float up the bed to the pillows, pulling you with her. Natasha joins you and cuddles you from behind so you’re pinned between them. Your eyes feel so tired but you try to fight sleep, wanting to stay in the moment forever.
“Goodnight Y/n.” Natasha says and you stop resisting and start to relax.
“Night Tasha I love you.” You tell her sleepily. “I love you too Wanda.”
“Sleep well Y/n.” Wanda replies, giving you a short kiss on the top of your forehead. You feel so warm and safe between them and it only takes another minute before you’re fast asleep.
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You try to move but something strong and warm is holding you down. Your eyes fly open and the first thing you see is Wanda’s face, inches from your own. Natasha must be behind you because you can feel her wrapped around you and her small breaths blowing the back of your head. It’s nice but you can’t remember how you got here so you wrack your brains, ignoring your headache. You were sad so instead of watching a movie you started drinking, then they found you and then they took you back here and after that-SHIT. Shit shit shit shit shit you had told them you loved them.
You aren’t naive enough to believe they think you meant it in a platonic way, you never tell your friends you love them and Natasha and Wanda are both really smart and can easily tell what you’re thinking. You just hope that they don’t tease you about it because you don’t think you could handle anything but being let down gently.
“What are you thinking about?” Natasha asks from behind you. You hadn’t realized she was awake already but somehow she noticed you are, she’s scary with how much she knows sometimes. As much as you know this conversation will be awkward and painful you know there’s no point in delaying it and it’s best if you have control over it.
“That I’m sorry.” You tell her.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She says gently, sitting up, understanding what you’re referencing.
“No I do, I made things weird and I didn’t want to do that.” You say, hating yourself for the lump that forms in your throat. You start to untangle yourself from Wanda, trying hard not to wake her. This conversation is difficult enough with one person, if Wanda wakes up you’ll most definitely start to cry and the last thing you want is for them to feel bad or to pity you.
“Y/n-” She starts but you interrupt her, not wanting to hear it.
“I hope we can still be friends.” You say making your way to the door before pausing. “Please tell Wanda I’m sorry and that I need some time to myself for the day but after that I will pretend nothing happened.”
“Y/n, please-”
This time you cut her off by closing the door. You run to your room. You don’t think she’ll try to follow and catch up with you but you don’t want to take any chances and you certainly don’t want the others to see where you’re coming from and your shame to get deeper. You are stupid, so stupid, you shouldn’t have gotten drunk and you should have kept your stupid mouth shut. Their friendship means everything to you and although Natasha didn’t seem like she would stop being friends with you over it things will definitely be awkward for a long time and you’ve seen friendships crumble because of it.
Luckily you make it to your room without anybody noticing and you take a few breaths to calm yourself, closing your eyes. It helps for a second but when you open them again you’re looking straight into your mirror and you can see yourself wearing their clothes and immediately feel the tears start to come. You jump onto your bed and bury yourself fully under the covers, trying to stop crying because you don’t deserve to, it was your fault, and crying only makes everything worse, including your headache.
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Natasha shakes Wanda awake only to hear her groan and shift, attempting to fall back asleep.
Rolling her eyes she tries again. “Wanda. Wanda. Wanda wake up.” Wanda moves slightly and lets out incoherent mumbles before waking up more and sitting straight up.
“Where’s Y/n?” She asks alarmed, remembering you were here when she fell asleep.
“That’s why I’m waking you up; she left.” Natasha tells her and Wanda frowns.
“Why?”
“Because we messed up and now she thinks we don’t love her.” Natasha explains. “She thinks that she ruined our friendship by telling us she loved us last night since we didn’t say it back and she left before I had time to correct her.”
“Oh crap.” Wanda says, thinking about how things seemed for you. From your point of view you had drunkenly confessed your feelings to people in a relationship before falling asleep with them not saying it back.
“Yeah,” Natasha agrees, “I know we weren’t planning on doing the thing until this evening but I think we should do it now, we can’t let her be upset for any longer.”
“You’re better at talking so you should get her while I set it up.” Wanda says and Natasha nods in agreement.
“Be as quick as possible, we will hopefully be there in ten minutes.” Natasha tells her before giving her a quick peck. Wanda sighs dreamily, imagining what it’s going to be like when she is dating both you and Natasha (provided you say yes of course but Natasha is certain you will and she trusts Natasha).
Leaving her room Natasha quickly makes her way to yours and knocks on the door.
“Go away.” You say and she can’t stand how sad and self loathing you sound just from those two small words.
“No,” she replies, “I need to talk to you.”
“Please.” You beg, your voice cracking in desperation. You can’t see her right now, not like this. She doesn’t listen, hating to ignore you but knowing that if she talks to you she can hopefully make it all better.
“Oh Y/n.” She sighs upon opening the door and seeing your lump under the covers. “Sweetheart it’s going to be okay.”
“No it’s not, I fucked up our friendship Nat!” You cry out, still refusing to show your face.
“No baby you didn’t.” She tells you, the endearment accidentally slipping off her tongue in her attempts to comfort you. “Please just give me a minute to explain some things.”
“Okay.” You sniffle, both confused and curious. You hate that you’re even a tiny bit hopeful at her words and you attempt to squash those thoughts down to spare as much of your heart that hasn’t already been hurt.
“I would love to see your pretty face when I talk to you.” She prompts, gently lifting the edge of the covers. You slowly peek out of them like a turtle, well aware and slightly embarrassed of the fact that you look like you’ve been crying (which you have but it’s still embarrassing).
“There we go, that’s much better.” She tells you smiling. Even though you’re upset you can’t help but crack a wobbly smile back at her, her happiness really is infectious. She stares at your shirt as you pull more of yourself out from under the covers and you flush when you realize that you had never bothered to change and are still wearing her shirt.
“It looks nice on you.” She says softly, reaching out to touch the hem before clearing her throat and switching into business mode. “I think you got the wrong impression.”
“I know I never should have-” You start to apologize, scared of her shift in mood.
“That’s exactly what I mean.” She interrupts. “You seem to think that you’ve ruined our friendship by telling out how you feel but I can assure you that’s not the case at all and we are actually both extremely happy about your feelings.”
“Why isn’t Wanda here then.” You ask skeptically.
“Because she’s in the living room where I’m supposed to bring you.” Natasha replies. “Will you come?”
“I don’t know,” you say nervously, “are you sure that…” you trail off, unsure of what else to say.
“Y/n,” Natasha says and suddenly you’re all too aware of how close she is to you, “it will be good I promise.”
As soon as she finishes speaking she leans in and her lips are on yours. It’s better than any of the times you’ve dreamed and it’s the perfect mix between hard and passionate but also soft and sweet.
“Wow.” You breathe when she pulls away after a few seconds, unable to think of anything else.
She laughs. “Wanda’s going to be jealous that I got to do that before her and as much as I’d love to kiss you again we shouldn’t keep her waiting for too long.”
You nod silently and take Wanda’s hand when she offers it as she stands up and starts to walk out of the room.
“Wait,” you say just before you leave, “maybe I should change first.”
She looks over your (well technically their) clothes. “You are not changing, I like you wearing our stuff.”
You’re surprised to hear the slight possessive growl in her voice but it makes you incredibly happy. The start to this day had to be one of the worst in your life but it’s quickly becoming the best. Feeling as though you’re floating you allow her to pull you through the halls into one of the living rooms, the one you usually use for watching movies.
Wanda is sitting on the couch looking at the door when you come in but what catches your eye is the sheer amount of stuff around her. There are heaps of all your favourite candies and chips all around her and there’s a cute stuffed bear.
“Do you like it?” She asks and instead of answering you let go of Natasha’s hand and throw yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her waist tightly.
“I think that means yes.” Natasha says, laughing at your enthusiastic reaction.
“I love it,” you tell them, “I love-” You stop yourself before you tell them you love them again because even after all this you’re still not sure if that’s what they want to hear.
“We love you too Y/n.” Wanda says and you sigh in both happiness and relief at her words. “Nat do you want to give her the thing now?”
You pull away from Wanda to look over at Natasha, curious as to what the thing is. Natasha picks up a small red jewelry box from the table that you hadn’t noticed earlier in your excitement and hands it to you. They both watch as you open it, suddenly nervous that you won’t like it.
You open it up to see a necklace with two charms on it and two charms that are identical lying beside it. Upon closer inspection you gasp, recognizing the the letter charms n and w as the same ones Natasha and Wanda wore on their necklaces, reminding them of each other. The charms lying beside it are the first letter of your name, presumably for them to add to their necklace. You feel yourself tear up at how sweet and thoughtful this gesture is.
Wanda breaks the silence first. “This is what we were doing yesterday and it took all day because they were custom made so we wanted it done by the same person so it would look the same. We thought it would be nice for us to give you this when we officially asked you out so you don’t feel like an outsider or anything because we really like you and want things to go well.”
“What she’s trying to say is will you go out with us.” Natasha says, halting Wanda’s rambling.
Wanda smiles sheepishly. “What she said.”
You slowly look up, careful not to let any tears fall and launch yourself into their arms, pulling whatever part of them you are holding towards you.
“I think you already know the answer by now but I would love to.” You say, still trying to get as close to them as possible. They wrap their arms around you tightly and moving together they lift you a few steps to the couch and plop you down, sitting and cuddling on either side of you.
“Today’s movie day and we’ll take you on a proper date tomorrow.” Natasha promises and you hum happily in reply. You don’t care at all about what type of dates you go on or even if you go on them at all because you’re dating the two most amazing women in the world and that’s a high you’re going to be riding for a long time, possibly forever.
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Roommates | Gojo Satoru + Geto Suguru (nsfw)
SYNOPSIS: Satoru has a thing for you and Suguru is all for it.
READER: female
INCLUDES: cuckolding, anal fingering, anal prepping, pegging, strap-on, femdom, choking, degradation, hate/angry sex, saliva, masturbation, dacryphilia, sub/dom
WORDS: 1682
WRITTEN: 04/28/2021
You were roommates with Suguru and Satoru, and you didn't mind the fact that the two often had sex in the middle of the night or that Satoru was a loud-ass moaner. He was such an obnoxious bottom too.
When you first moved in with them, you knew it would be a handful to be around Satoru all the time. After all, you had been his classmate for years beforehand.
"Come cuddle with me now!" Satoru demanded as he sat next to you, trapping you in the middle.
You were cuddling with Shoko on the couch with a horror movie playing. There were some wine glasses on the coffee table in front of you.
Your hold on Shoko tightened. "Hell no, you creep!"
He reached out for you, but you weren't having it. You turned around, hand wrapping around his throat and shoving him down onto the couch.
His eyes widened as you squeezed his throat and hovered over him. Shoko and Suguru watched, interested in you putting Satoru in his place.
"Learn your place, dog," you spat out.
Your hand left his throat and you returned to Shoko's lap, cuddling with her while ignoring Satoru.
After a while, he got up from the couch and walked to his room. Suguru followed after him and entered the room to see Satoru covering his mouth with a bright red face while sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm hard," he muttered. "I'm completely hard."
Suguru snorted. "Yeah, I can see that."
"Not funny," Satoru spat out.
Suguru chuckled and stepped in front of Satoru, placing himself between his legs. He cradled Satoru's face, tilting his face up.
"Need help?"
Satoru blinked at him. "Like you could satisfy me."
"Mouthy tonight, huh? I can fix that."
“What bit your ass?"
You rolled your eyes and turned around, holding a mug of coffee in your hands. You leaned against the kitchen cabinet, glaring at Satoru who was smirking at you, wearing only Suguru’s t-shirt.
“Maybe you should invest in a ball-gag,” you retorted as you brought the mug up to your lips.
He grinned and walked forward to trap you between the cabinet and his body. His arms were on each side of your body, hands resting on the cabinet.
“Not gonna share?” he asked, glancing down at the mug.
You drank from it, then placed the mug onto the counter before cupping the back of his neck and bringing his lips to yours. You pushed the coffee into his mouth, forcing him to drink it.
Some of the coffee dribbled down his chin, but he swallowed most of it. You withdrew from the kiss and smirked, then pat his cheek.
“You can have the rest,” you said as you ducked under his arm to walk away.
He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, then grabbed your wrist to pull you against his chest. You sighed and let him do as he pleased.
“Finally got Y/N to agree to have sex with you?” Suguru asked as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing your previous mug of coffee.
“No,” you answered.
Suguru shrugged, sipping from the mug. “It’ll be fun.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Anything that has to do with Satoru isn’t fun.”
“Yet you still agreed to be my roommate,” Satoru retorted.
You pursed your lips. “You have your moments."
“I’m good in bed, ya know,” he said.
“So you’ve said.”
Suguru crossed one arm over his chest, tucking it under his other arm. You were still trapped in Satoru’s embrace as the white-haired man blabbered on.
“He’ll let you top,” Suguru interrupted.
That caught your attention. You knew Satoru was a bottom with Suguru, but because you were a woman, you naturally assumed you would be the bottom—which you weren’t into.
“And you?” you asked, tilting your head at Suguru.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I won’t get in the way."
Suguru was sitting in the corner of the room, palming himself through his briefs as you prepped Satoru's ass. Your fingers were deep inside his ass, curling and prodding.
His ass was raised in the air, cheek smushed into the mattress as your free hand squeezed his neck from behind to push him down. There was a pool of saliva forming on the sheets. His eyes were covered by his bangs, but he knew—he just knew—that you had the smuggest smirk on your face.
“You have a really cute ass, Satoru,” you commented.
He cried out as you suddenly yanked your fingers out from his ass to slap his ass cheek. He jolted forward, cum dribbling onto the mattress.
You laughed at how red his ass turned. You thought he looked adorable with your handprint on his ass. You glanced at Suguru to see that he discarded his briefs by his feet. He was circling his thumb over the head of his cock.
You turned your attention back to Satoru and held the strap, placing it between his ass cheeks and sliding the fake cock back and forth to get it lubricated with his cum.
His ass was wet with his cum and the lube you used to prep him so the cock slid easily. You pressed the head of it to his backside, then slowly eased it, making sure to take your time.
A strangled gasp left his lips. You chuckled and squeezed his throat with one hand while your other hand gripped his hip tightly, fingernails digging in painfully.
You paused once the dildo went in all the way, leaving Satoru gasping and whimpering for more. Your hand around his throat trailed down his back, leaving tingles down his spine until you suddenly flipped him onto his back. He cried out at the feeling of the dildo twisting inside him.
You leaned forward to brush his bangs back, smiling at the tears in his eyes. Your hand wrapped around his neck once more and you licked his cheek before spitting into his open mouth.
“Cry some more for me, you fucking whore,” you spat out.
You slammed your hips into him, making him cry out in surprise. The hand around his throat wrapped around his cock, squeezing it while placing your thumb over the head of his cock.
His eyes rolled back into his head as saliva dribbled down from his mouth and chin onto the bed. His hands dug into the sheets, lewd sounds coming from his mouth.
"Nngh—Ha—Ah—Nngh—"
Your free hand raised his leg by pushing his inner thigh up. He moaned at the new angle, head tilted back. He was stretched out to the brim, so full of your cock.
Suguru was jacking himself off. He was biting down on his bottom lip, forcing himself to keep his eyes on his boyfriend instead of tilting his head back.
“AH—Cu—Cumming—“
“Hmm?”
He reached out his hand to you, making a pouty expression.
"Kiss?" you questioned, knowing what he wanted. "As if I'd let your filthy, disgusting mouth on mine."
Stray hairs fell in front of your face and you looked like a goddess—albeit an evil one. He sniffled, hand falling to the side right as he let out a cry. His legs thrashed around as your thumb didn’t allow him to cum. He was backed-up, the feeling of cumming forever there.
“N-No! Let—Let me c-cum!” he cried out.
“Well, what’s the fun in that?” you questioned.
Suguru breathed heavily through his nose, trying to force himself to not cum before Satoru. His hand was wrapped around his cock, thumb spreading his pre-cum around.
Satoru forced himself to look at you, eyes full of tears as you fucked him raw and senseless. His mouth was open, tongue hanging out while he slobbered all over himself.
“S-Stop,” he weakly mumbled, fat tears forming.
You leaned over, making the dildo dig into him. His pleas of “stop” didn’t mean anything. After all, that wasn’t his safe word.
You laughed. “Oh, look how pretty you are. Keep crying for me, slut. I like it when you cry, remember?"
He could feel his orgasm coming again, but it was stopped by your thumb once more. He cried out desperately and angrily as you fucked him with the strap-on.
His cock was purple and swollen, aching for release. His pretty tears fell as he blinked up at you, eyes blurry because of his tears.
"Wanna cum?" you asked as you continued to thrust into him.
He nodded frantically. “Yes, yes! Just let me cum!”
“What do you say?"
“P-Please! Please, let me cum!”
You removed your thumb and squeezed his shaft. His back arched and he groaned as loads of cum spurted out, creating a puddle on his abdomen that trailed down to the bed.
He let out a series of cries, hands grabbing onto your hand to weakly push you away. You pumped his cock, allowing the rest of his cum to spurt out. His hips jerked and his head rolled back against the pillow, eyes locking onto Suguru who was panting heavily with his own cum splattered on his abdomen.
You slid the dildo out of Satoru and he whimpered, backside clenching and unclenching around nothing.
“Happy now, dog?” you asked.
He didn’t even have the energy to respond to you.
You greeted Shoko at the door with a bottle of wine. She smiled, placing her hands onto your hips as you bounded toward her.
Shoko didn’t live with you or the two boys, but she often visited. The two of you drank while gossiping and watching movies. Shoko was a better drinker than you, so it was no surprise you passed out before her.
She was laying on the couch and you were on top of her with your head resting on her stomach.
"Don't you think they look super close?" Satoru whispered.
Suguru glanced at him. "You don't think..."
"Is Y/N...bi?" he questioned.
The two blinked at each other from their place in the kitchen—they were spying on you—then ran toward you two. Their voices overlapped with each other and they looked like feral dogs.
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what’s my name? [daddy] || part 2
Stepdad Osamu x Cis!Fem Reader
WARNINGS: pregnancy, degradation, squirting, vomit (nonsexual), cheating, toxic relationship??, age gap (Osamu’s in his thirties and reader is 18), voyeurism, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), cockwarming, exactly one (1) spank, overstimulation, tummy bulge, pseudoincest, mentions of threesome, mentions of double penetration, dacryphilia, breeding?? maybe?, thigh riding
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tagging @candy-hime bc i love u bb
part one || part two || part three
You tap your fingernails against the porcelain sink as your phone counts down from five minutes. Each second seems slower than the last and at this point, four minutes and 52 seconds, you’re ready to throw your phone across the room.
“What does it say?” Osamu asks through the door. You want to scream.
“Nothing. It doesn’t say anything yet,” you snap. You take a deep breath and continue. “It takes five minutes. Four and a half minutes left.”
“Can I come in?” He asks, softly.
You hesitate before slowly unlocking the door and letting him in.
The already small bathroom feels that much smaller with Osamu’s large frame in it. You try not to feel claustrophobic as Osamu grabs your hand.
“It’s all going to be okay, no matter what the test says,” he says.
You’re overcome with the urge to laugh, cry, and scream all at once. Of course he thinks it’ll all be okay, he’s not the one possibly pregnant with his step-father’s baby.
Three minutes and 48 seconds.
Your mother was going to be crushed. Her only child, knocked up at eighteen by none other than her step-father.
You bite your lip to hold back tears as you think of your mother.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Osamu asks, pulling you into a tight hug. You want to cringe at his touch but your body instinctively relaxes in his hold.
“Mom…” you say, “she’s going to be crushed.”
“And what about ya? How do ya feel?” He asks.
“Sick,” you answer shortly. “Anxious. Like I’m going to throw up any second now. How could I do this to her?”
Osamu doesn’t respond, just continues to rub your back as the seconds count down.
Your heart stops when your timer goes off.
“It’s ready,” you say, pulling away from Osamu. You grab the pregnancy test and take a deep breath before glancing down at it.
Positive.
You drop the test like it’s bit you. Oh god, it’s positive. You’re pregnant with Osamu’s child.
Osamu picks the test up right as you shove past him to vomit into the toilet.
“Yer pregnant,” he says. You gag. “We’re going to have a baby.”
You wipe your mouth on your sleeve and look at him. His eyes are glossy and his lips are stretched into the happiest smile you’ve ever seen. It makes you want to vomit again.
“Why are you smiling?” You demand. Your throat burns as the acid in your stomach threatens to come up.
“I’m going to have a baby,” he says, grabbing your shoulders. “I’m going to be a father.”
You want to attack him.
“How could you be happy about this?” You hiss. “This is terrible. I don’t want this.”
“That’s not what ya were sayin’ when I was balls deep in yer cunt last night,” Osamu says. “Or any night, for that matter.”
“Do you not care at all what my mom is going to say?” You demand. “Have you thought for one second about anything but yourself? You’re my step-father, for fuck’s sake!”
“That hasn’t stopped ya before,” Osamu says. “I don’t care about that. I care about you and this baby. Our baby.”
Your face softens at his words. “Other people care. My mom’s going to care. She’ll go crazy when we tell her. What if she calls the cops? What are we going to do?”
“What we do isn’t illegal,” Osamu says. “Immoral, maybe. But not illegal.”
“She’s going to hate me,” you whimper. Osamu sighs and pulls you into his chest tightly.
“What do ya want, sweetheart?” He asks, softly. “Daddy has to know what ya want so he can get it for ya.”
“You. I want you,” you say. Osamu squeezes you lightly. “I just want to be with you all the time, daddy.”
“Ya know daddy can’t say no to ya, baby girl,” he says. “We’ll tell yer mom tonight, okay?”
“Everything?” You ask, looking up at him. He nods. “She’ll kick us out. Let’s just tell her I’m pregnant, not everything yet. Let’s just wait.”
“Whatever ya want, baby girl,” Osamu says. “Ya just tell her yer pregnant and I’ll support ya if she gets mad.”
“I need to lay down,” you mumble, pulling away from him. Osamu carefully leads you to your bed, helping you down slowly.
“Can we cuddle, please?” You ask softly.
“Do you want me to make you something to eat first, sweetheart?” He asks. You shake your head.
“Jus’ wan’ you t’ hold me,” you say through a yawn. “Wan’ daddy.”
“Of course, baby,” Osamu says. You move over to make room for his large frame in your small bed. “Daddy’s got you.” He wraps strong arms around you and presses a kiss to your forehead as he holds you tightly.
Your mom comes home to you and Osamu on the couch, you with your head casually in Osamu’s lap as he combed his fingers through your hair. This wasn’t an uncommon sight, and your mom went straight into telling the two of you about her day.
“This patient was crazy, literally! He’s outside smoking a cigarette, meanwhile his blood sugar is through the roof! Like, this man is dead, he just doesn’t know it yet!” Your mom exclaims, slamming the door behind her.
“Hey, mom,” you greet, sitting upright. “Dinner’s ready whenever you want to eat.”
“We decided to wait on ya tonight,” Osamu added, standing up with a stretch.
“You two are too sweet,” she says, smiling widely. “You didn’t have to wait for me, you know I’m okay eating alone.”
“Well, I have some big news for after dinner, so I convinced Daddy to wait,” you say.
“Ooo, sounds exciting! Well, let’s eat so you can share your news!” Your mom says, excitedly.
The table is already set perfectly, plates of your mom’s favourites filling empty spaces and a bottle of her favourite wine in the center.
“Goodness! All my favourites? Y/n, you’re not trying to butter me up, are you? I’d almost think you were going to tell me you’re pregnant or something,” she says, taking a seat.
You and Osamu both let out forced laughter as you join her.
“It’s just what you deserve, Mom,” you say.
“Well, thank you, sweet pea,” she says, beaming at you. “And thank you, too, Osamu. I’m sure you cooked most of this.”
“It’s no problem,” Osamu says. “Let’s eat, yeah?”
“Itadakimasu.”
The three of you fill your plates and glasses, you pointedly turning down the wine your mom offers you. She gives you a look, but doesn’t say anything.
“So, what’s the news?” Your mom asks as she finishes her last onigiri.
You glance at Osamu.
“Mom, I’m pregnant,” you say.
“Pregnant?” Your mom asks. “Goodness, I-I need a minute.”
She steps out the back door, sliding the door shut behind her.
Osamu looks over at you. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks. You nod.
“She’s handling it better than I thought,” you say. “I thought I’d be packing my bag right about now. I think I’m going to step outside with her.”
Osamu kisses your forehead before letting you walk out the back door.
Your mom is sitting on the porch swing, face in her hands.
“Mom?” You call. When she looks up, you can tell she’s been crying.
“How did this happen?” She asks.
“Didn’t think I’d have to explain the birds and the bees to you, Mom,” you tease, halfheartedly.
“Do you have some secret boyfriend I don’t know about?” She asks, ignoring you.
“It was just some dumb, one night stand,” you say, sitting next to her. “Hell, I can barely remember the guy’s face.”
The lies slip off your tongue easier than they would’ve before you and Osamu became involved. You think of every night you’d said you were staying with friends when you were really in some cheap motel with Osamu and wince.
“What’s his name?” Your mom asks.
“Does it matter?” You ask. “He won’t be involved at all.”
“Do you even know his name? God, I didn’t think you’d be so dumb,” your mom says. Her words hit like a punch to the gut.
“It was…” you hesitate. “It was a mistake.” As if anything you and Osamu had done was a mistake. The words taste like bile in your throat. “A dumb mistake.”
“We taught you better than to just sleep with random people. Or at least, I thought we did,” she spits. “At least let me know the name.”
“I’m not going to apologise for being human,” you say. “And I won’t be telling you the name.”
“You’ll tell me or you’ll leave,” she says. Her threat rolls off of you like water.
“Then I’ll leave,” you say, standing up. You open the back door.
“If you leave, don’t come back!” Your mom exclaims.
“Gladly!” You shoot back. You slam the door behind you. Osamu is immediately at your side.
“I’m leaving!” You exclaim. “I should just tell her the full truth, see how she likes that! She couldn’t blame me for it, after all, I’m too dumb!”
“The full truth?” Your mom asks, sliding the door open.
You turn on your heel to face her as Osamu stands between you two, ready for a fight to break out.
“Oh, you’d fucking hate it,” you taunt, crossing your arms. “It’s dirty and perverted and so fucking good!”
“You probably got knocked up by some pervert on the streets! That’s why you won’t tell me his name, you probably don’t even know it!”
“Miya Osamu!”
All three of you freeze.
“Huh?” Your mom blinks slowly. She looks at Osamu, then at you. “The. Two. Of. You? The father?”
Your mom seems to buffer as she continuously looks between you two.
“Get out.”
“Mom, wait, I can explain,” you beg, grabbing her hands. She jerks away from you. “I didn’t mean it!”
“You’re sick,” she says, lip curling. Her face pales as she looks at Osamu. “You raised her, you bastard! From a little girl! Oh my- oh my god, she calls you ‘daddy’.” Your mom’s face turns a sickening green. “You get off on that, don’t you, you sick fuck?! My daughter!”
“Mom, it’s not like-“ She cuts you off.
“Y/n, did he force you? Has he been grooming you this whole time?” She turns to face Osamu again. “Get out of here, you motherfucker!”
“Mom, I love him!” You shout. She freezes and robotically turns towards you.
“He raised you,” she whimpers. “He’s probably been grooming you since the day you met.”
“Mom, he’s never done anything I didn’t want,” you say. “I’m the one that controls the relationship.”
“I love her, too,” Osamu says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I know it’s sick, but I can’t help it.”
Your mom stays silent for a moment.
“I need you both out,” she says. “You can pack a bag but you both need to be out within the next fifteen minutes.”
“Mom, I’m sorry,” you say, wiping away a stray tear. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Give me time,” she says before retreating to her bedroom.
You sniffle as you wipe your face with your sleeve.
“Come on, let’s get you a bag packed. Atsumu already has his guest room set up for us. We’ll be okay, baby,” Osamu says, holding your shoulders. He kisses your forehead before leading you to your room.
Your mom doesn’t reappear until Osamu is already carrying your bag to the car.
“You’re my daughter, and I’ll always love you, Y/n,” she says, standing across the room from you. “But this isn’t something that we’ll be able to overcome. You and Osamu can get the rest of your things tomorrow while I’m at work, but I don’t want to see either of you again. Leave your keys on the table when you leave.”
“I’m sorry this happened,” you say, unable to stop your tears. “I really am, Mom. If I could change it, I would. I love you.”
“I hope you find happiness,” she says. Osamu’s hands land on your shoulders from behind and your mom’s face crumbles. “Goodbye.”
She watches you and Osamu leave the house. The lock clicks behind you as soon as the door closes.
“I wish this hadn’t happened like this,” Osamu says as he starts the car. You nod.
“I didn’t want to tell her like this,” you mumble. “She deserved the truth, but not like this.”
“I love you,” Osamu says, bringing your hand up to his lips. “I’m sorry this happened.”
“I love you,” you say, smiling sadly. “I guess I wouldn’t change it if that meant not having you.”
Atsumu’s apartment is much smaller than your mom’s house.
“There’s my favourite niece!” Atsumu exclaims, hugging you tightly and spinning you around before placing you back on the ground. “Or my favourite sister-in-law? I don’t care, yer my favourite girl.”
Despite how sad you feel, Atsumu manages to pull a genuine smile and laugh out of you.
“Uncle Tsumu!” You exclaim as Osamu passes you with your bags.
“Ah, so I still get to be Uncle,” he says, smiling. It doesn’t shock you with how nonchalantly Atsumu takes the news.
“Of course,” you say. “If Daddy still gets to be Daddy, you’re still Uncle.”
“Come on in, little one, let’s get ya out of the night air before the bugs get ya,” Atsumu says, leading you in.
Osamu already had your pajamas in hand when you walked in. After showering and changing quickly, you join the twins on the couch, squeezing in between them. Your hand ghosts over Osamu’s thigh before he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers.
“So… I think it’s gonna to be a girl,” Atsumu says, draping his arm across your shoulders. “Any bets?”
“With our luck?” Osamu chuckles. “Twin boys.”
You rub your hand over your stomach. “I don’t really care one way or the other,” you say. “But I want twins.”
“What do ya think it’ll be?” Osamu asks.
“I think maybe one of each,” you say. “But that might just be wishful thinking.”
Atsumu let out a loud yawn.
“Well, it’s time for me to go to bed. I have practice in the morning. Help yerselves to anything in the fridge,” he says, standing up and stretching. “Let me know if ya need anything, little one.”
“Thanks for letting us stay here, Uncle Tsumu,” you say.
“Anything fer my favourite girl,” he says. He leans down and kisses your forehead. “G’night, little one.”
“Night,” Osamu says.
“Good night, Tsumu,” you say. Atsumu stumbles away with another yawn, leaving you and Osamu in the television-lit living room alone.
You climb into Osamu’s lap as soon as you hear Atsumu’s door click closed. He wraps his arms around you firmly and looks down at you.
“What do ya need, baby?” Osamu asks. “I know yer wantin’ something, baby girl.”
“I’m so tired, Daddy,” you say. You let out a small yawn. “I just want to be close to you.” You innocently shift in his hold, grinding against his soft dick. It twitches lightly.
“Ya wanna sit on Daddy’s cock, huh? Is that what ya want, sweetheart?” Osamu asks, rolling his hips. His cock hardens under you almost instantly.
“Yes, Daddy,” you moan softly. “Want your cock in me.”
“Yer such a naughty girl,” Osamu says. “Wantin’ yer daddy’s cock where Uncle Tsumu could walk in any minute.” You let out a small moan at the thought. “Oh? Ya want Uncle Tsumu to catch us? Want him to see Daddy filling up yer cute, little cunt? Or maybe you want Tsumu to fill ya up, huh, baby girl? Both of us at the same time, fillin’ both yer little holes so well.”
“Please, please,” you gasp, grinding against his thighs. “Wanna be full. So full, Daddy, please.”
“Such a little slut,” Osamu says, guiding your hips. “It’s not enough to fuck yer daddy, you wanna fuck yer uncle, too? Just tryin’ to get the whole family, huh?”
You nod. “Want Daddy and Uncle Tsumu!” You exclaim. Osamu claps a hand over your mouth.
“Uncle Tsumu is bein’ so nice t’ let us stay here and you wanna wake him up? I thought my little girl knew how to be polite,” Osamu says. Your thighs shake as a knot forms in your stomach.
“Daddy,” you whine, rolling your hips faster. “Close.”
“Is my baby gonna cum on Daddy’s thigh like a bitch in heat?” Osamu coos. “Come on, baby, cum on Daddy’s thigh like a good girl.”
“Daddy,” you moan. Osamu kisses you hard as you moan louder.
“Fuck, yer soakin’ me, sweetheart,” Osamu breathes as you cum on his thighs. You bite your lip to keep quiet. “Ya want Daddy’s cock now, sweetie?”
You nod. You stand on wobbly legs to kick your pajama shorts and panties off as Osamu pushes his shorts down just enough to reveal his heavy cock.
“Daddy, I wanna taste you,” you say, falling to your knees in front of him. “Please, Daddy, you look so good.”
“Go ahead, baby,” he says, patting your hair as you wrap your fingers around his hard cock.
You lean down to lick along the throbbing vein that runs down the left side of his cock before you take the purpling tip into your mouth.
“Fuck, good girl,” he hisses, tangling his fingers in your hair. He isn’t pushing down (yet), but his hands left no room to pull back. You circled the tip, moaning as a spurt of precum landed on your tongue.
“Come on, suck it like a good girl,” he grunts, forcing your head lower. You gag as he hits the back of your throat and Osamu lets out a long, low moan. “Might just fuck yer face since ya can’t listen.”
You place your hands on either of his thighs, signaling for him to go ahead with his plan.
“Oh, yer such a good girl for Daddy,” he groans. He holds your head in place as he thrusts into your open mouth, moaning when your throat tightens around his length.
“Fuck, so good,” he grits out. He pulls your head back and moans at the sight of your swollen lips and glassy eyes. “Tongue out.” Your jaw drops and your tongue lols out. He pats his cock against your tongue seconds before cum spurts out, landing on your lips and in your open mouth.
“Swallow for me, sweetheart,” he moans. You swallow the cum in your mouth before licking your lips for the extra that didn’t quite make it in your mouth.
“Wan’ your cock, please, Daddy,” you whine as Osamu wipes cum off your chin. He sticks his cum-coated thumb in your mouth and you suck it clean.
“Come ‘ere,” Osamu grunts, lifting you up into his lap. He slowly inched you down on his cock.
“More, Daddy, more,” you beg as he slowly bottoms out. “Fuck me.”
“Be good and sit on Daddy’s cock for a minute,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you into his chest and rests his chin on your head.
You whine as you squirm around, trying to get Osamu to finally fuck you. He slaps your ass as you fidget.
“The more ya move, the longer we’ll stay like this,” Osamu says. “Now be good and be still.”
You pout as you relax into Osamu’s chest. It was agonising as his cock stretched you. Your walls were throbbing and fluttering around him, desperate for even the smallest movement.
“Daddy, please,” you beg, eyes burning with unshed tears. “I need you.”
Osamu presses down on your lower stomach where his cock was deep inside you. You moaned.
“Feel how deep Daddy is?” He breathes, thumb circling your clit. “Look how swollen ya look with just my cock. In a few weeks, you’ll be swollen with my baby.”
You moan. Osamu’s thumb moves faster on your clit.
“Daddy,” you whine. “I-I feel weird.”
“Hold on just a second, baby,” Osamu says. You gasp as he presses on your clit. The feeling in the pit of your stomach heightens. You almost feel like you’re going to explode.
You open your mouth to tell Osamu when he rolls his hips. You let out a loud moan as your juices squirt out, soaking Osamu’s shorts and part of his shirt.
“Fuck, look how messy ya are,” Osamu growls. You moan loudly as your pussy gushes again and you fall limp into Osamu’s chest, tears streaming down your face.
“Squirted all over Daddy like a good girl,” Osamu praises. His thumb hasn’t stopped and you still haven’t stopped cumming on his cock.
“Fuck,” Osamu growls. He grips your hips tightly and fucks into you roughly.
Your skin burns where his slaps against yours. You cry out as your head falls against his shoulder.
“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he grunts. The nasty squelching sounds only highlight his words. You moan as Osamu plays with your overstimulated clit.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” you cry as he fucks you.
“Open,” He orders. Your mouth drops open without a second thought as he shoves wet fingers down your throat. You gag as you suck on them. “Good girl.”
Tears stroll down your face as Osamu relentlessly thrusts into your cunt.
“Gonna fill yer sloppy, little, cunt up,” Osamu grunts. Your walls clench around him. “Oh, Daddy’s messy slut likes that, huh?” Your walls clench again.
“Fuck, gonna fill ya up,” he groans. His cock twitches deep inside you seconds before he cums.
“So good, daddy,” you moan as you ride him through his orgasm.
Osamu hisses once you’ve milked him dry, overstimulated and sensitive.
“How’d’ya like the show, Tsumu?” Osamu asks.
Your head jerks around to see Atsumu standing across the room, dick hard and heavy in his hands.
“Oh, it was great,” Atsumu says. “Liked that part at the beginning. Something about taking us both at the same time?”
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horror film
overview: reader and spencer watch a scary movie and spook themselves into cuddling
genre: fluff/angst?(yall are scared bc of the movie)/kind of humor
warnings: light swearing, mentions of idk like spooky ghost stuff
a/n: i definitely have been watching far too many horror movies for my own good but i dont have a spencer reid to cuddle up with lmao anyway i hope you guys enjoy it !!! please please let me know what you thing :)
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Spencer didn't understand. after all you guys see throughout the day, you want to come home and watch a horror movie. your whole lives were like one big horror movie.
but, regardless, he would walk to the ends of the earth for you (though he did not plan on telling you that), so watching a scary movie with you wouldn't be so bad. in fact, anything would be good with you. he would happily get a root canal if it meant spending more time with you.
he tried to convince himself: a scary movie is like halloween! and he loves halloween. reading about it. learning about it. but getting his adrenaline pumping via jump scare? hmmm..maybe not.
he didn't watch many horror films when he was a kid. his mom didn't do very well with them. and he liked his foreign films better. but watching the light in your eyes twinkle when you asked him to come over to watch together because you were scared to watch alone? how could he say no?
and you were beyond excited to have him over. even though you guys had already hung out outside of work before, you almost never got to pick the movies. truth be told that was because you went along with almost anything he said so you could get closer. and you planned on watching the movie at a friendly distance.
keyword: planned.
but it was now halfway through the movie and you were both cuddled up together in the corner of the couch. and from the beginning of the movie, anytime something remotely creepy happened, Spencer would lean over and whisper what a reasonable explanation could be. or tell you how statistically improbable the events of a certain scene was. and so you two drew closer and closer. and he convinced himself he was telling you the statistics and facts to make sure you dont get too scared; but really it was himself he was trying to calm down.
the movie was what it said it was; scary. but you had watched your fair share of horror movies, and though a couple of the jump scares got you, you were getting a little disinterested and distracted.
every time he leaned over (rather, now he was leaning down) and whispered something to you, you had to fight the urge to kiss him. not to mention. you were snuggled up to you're best friend who you were secretly crushing on and he was pulling you impossibly closer with every creepy scene that flashed on screen. and you were more exhausted than you knew. and Spencer was just so damn comfortable its like the guys arms were made to dream in!
so you started dozing off.
not Spencer.
he couldn't tell if his heart was beating from using you as his own personal teddy bear, or from the horrifying, ghastly scenes unfolding on screen. he didnt even notice you had fallen asleep until he leaned down, eyes glue to the screen, to whisper how unlikely the existence of ghosts was, and you didn't answer. he looked down and let himself audibly sigh. a smile cracking on his lips at the irony of you falling asleep during a horror movie.
one last jump scare had woken you up at the very end of the movie. not so much the jump scare, but the jerk of Spencer's entire body and the slight yelp he let out. and you found yourself feeling sad that Spencer was going to go home.
you told him he could stay if he was scared, to which he replied he was completely not scared (though his lie was very obvious). and having not watched most of the movie, you were able to fall back asleep in no time.
that was not the case for Spencer.
he was incredibly paranoid as he walked up the stairs, afraid an evil spirit would be waiting to scare him in his apartment. and when he lied down to sleep, every shadow that appeared in his room seemed to resemble a ghost. he tossed and turned petrified for about an hour before deciding he couldn't stay alone in his apartment.
so he found himself driving back to your apartment at about midnight to ask if he could sleep in the guest bedroom.
when he arrived at your door you let out a chuckle at his request, giving him a sort of "told you so" talking to as you made arrangements in the guest room so he'd be comfortable. and boy did this make him feel better. he was still very scared, but it wasn't nearly as bad because he knew you were just a room away. he opted to get a glass of water to try and calm down.
you, however, had just now started to be scared as images replayed in your head of things that go bump in the night. you tossed and turned trying not to look at the shadowy corners of your room, but you just couldn't fall back asleep. so you decided to make your way to the kitchen for some water, keeping your head down to avoid spooking yourself via the various oddly shaped nicknacks in your home.
Spencer stiffened as he felt a presence in the room, and he turned to see the shadowy figure of a woman, hobbling towards him, head trained on the floor. he couldn't scream, he couldn't run, he couldn't do anything but stare terrified at the figure.
you looked up as you neared the kitchen, letting out a blood curdling scream when you saw a tall shadow man standing in your kitchen.
Spencer could scream now that the figure began screaming. he let out a high pitched yelp as he stumbled along the wall looking for the light switch. he felt the need to protect you from the ghost, so in a fit of deranged manliness he let out a string of words that in or out of context is completely laughable.
"fuck off you spooky bitch!" the shadow man yelled, finally finding the light switch.
when the light flicked on the confusion and horror stopped. and instead you and Spencer stood equally spooked, in your fight or flight response.
"Spencer?" you croaked, lowering a raised fist. you planned on fighting a ghost?
"y/n?" he asked back equally confused.
"i was getting water what are you doing?" you asked, laughing slightly as you realized what he had yelled out.
"i was too," he chuckled, remembering what he had called out, "sorry for telling you to fuck off and calling you a spooky bitch."
"its ok, sorry for being 100% ready to punch you in the neck."
you two stood in a silence that wasn't exactly comfortable but not awkward either as you got a glass and filled it with water.
"hey do-" he began.
"could i-" you started at the same time.
"you go first," he chuckled, taking a sip of his water.
"i wont be mad if you say no, but could i sleep in the guest bed with you? my room has way too many spooky corners." you asked shyly.
"i was just about to ask that," he smiled.
you let out a relieved sigh before gulping down your water and heading to sleep in the guest room.
you two lied weirdly far at first but after mentioning how the coat hanger looked like a man with horns you two both reached for each other. falling asleep wrapped tightly in each others arms. hearts beating together quickly; but not because of fear.
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Pre-Game Rituals (Fred Weasley)
Request: Hiya!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Fred. Where Ginny kind of idolises her like at hogwarts she’s always goes up to the reader and asks if she can do her hair for quidditch practice or something...
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 4.3k
The common room was dead with activity for a Saturday, although that was in large part due to the anticipated match up between Gryffindor and Slytherin tonight. You loved attending Quidditch games, especially seeing as most of your friends were on the Gryffindor team and you got to cheer them on alongside Hermione. Getting to see your boyfriend knocking opponents around and acting as a human bowling ball was an obvious plus as well. Before most games, your boyfriend would coin you into a pre-game ritual, which happened to be a nap. He claimed these snooze sessions next to you gave him his energy to play but, you’d seen him take his O.W.L.s on two hours of sleep and a ‘stay-awake’ creation him and his twin brewed up. Cuddled up in bed sounded like a blissful dream to you on any given occasion but currently, you were in the middle of another event. Not only did you have a pre-game ritual with your boyfriend, you also had one with his little sister who was on the team as well. A few hours to the start of every Gryffindor match, Ginerva Weasley goes prancing around the castle with her hairbrush in hand, searching for you and today was no different.
Your fingers brushed through the ginger locks as you separated the left half of Ginny’s hair into three parts. The silk like strands slipped through your parted fingers as you detangled the frizzed knots. Ginny’s hair was by far the most beautiful you had seen so you hardly turned down her request when she’d ask you to braid her hair. Her deep red hair mixed with auburn tones and long wisps was a unique find outside Hogwarts. Having the Weasley siblings around meant you saw a head of ginger around nearly every corner. In the Muggle world though, you had only passed a few with hair that resembled theirs.
However in those sightings, you never saw a single person whose hair was as fiery and bold as Ginny’s. There were times Ginny despised the color as it made her stick out like a sore thumb and put no mystery in identifying her. Everyone knew on sight that she was a Weasley. To you, she felt the flaming shade complimented Ginny, as well as her personality, to perfection. The youngest Weasley differed immensely from her siblings. Not only in terms of gender, personality as well. It could be argued she was the bravest of the bunch. Already faster on the Quidditch pitch than her older brother Ron, and possibly sneakier than her older twin brothers, Fred and George.
With a small pull, you began to braid from the top of Ginny’s head. You raked in a new strand of hair after every weave. Ginny’s hair was not only long but thick and heavy in weight. It always took a bit more force and harsh knotting to make sure the braids actually stuck, especially seeing as she’d be flying like the wind in a few hours, she needed them tight.
Ginny Weasley sat lazily in a criss-cross style shoulders hunched forward. It was unusual for her not to be talking your ear off in these moments. Ginny always had a story to share, a secret to tell, or an embarrassing memory of her brothers to spill. There was yet to come a day where she ran out of cringe worthy moments of your boyfriend, and her brother, Fred, to leak. In those countless hair sessions, a friendship outside your connection to Ginny through Fred formed. Within a month of hanging out with the youngest Weasley, you sincerely considered her to be a close friend. Between the endless laughter and feistiness of Ginny, a strong friendship grew. You could tell something was off but with Ginny, it was better to give her time to come around and at least open up a bit before you questioned her.
That moment seemed to be approaching as the bottom section of the braid fell from your grasp as Ginny moved her frame abruptly. Her head falling to face the floor caused your hold in her hair to grab her body back a bit. Resting your hand on her shoulder, you leaned her back so she was up snug against the bottom of the couch you sat on.
“You gotta stop fidgeting, Gin. Your braid is gonna be crooked if you keep squirming around!” You smiled softly down at Ginny but as her head turned to face you, you were shocked to find her face was dull, long like a horse. That one-of-a-kind glimmering light that typical lit her eyes was blown out. The residue left a worrisome display instead. She sent you an apologetic look then turned back to face the fire. Her body was as straight as a line and as stiff as Harry’s Great Aunt.
“Sorry… just a bit distracted.” The raspiness in her voice made you wonder if she felt ill. Usually before a match the young girl couldn’t sit still! Her knees would bounce in excitement and you’d have to pin her down to get the braids in but today, she was hardly moving an inch. Pausing your braid in the middle of her scalp, you arch your brows to Ginny.
“What’s on your mind Ginny?”
“A bit nervous about the match- that’s all.” She dismissed your worries with a sigh, clearly still crackling under stress. Although Ginny was your boyfriend's little sister, with time, she became your little sister. You stopped thinking of her as Fred’s sister and one of your best friends. Seeing her flooded with pressure caused concern in you as well but she looked up to you and it was partially your duty to make sure the self doubts you had as a young girl never disrupted Ginny.
Giving the girl a gentle smile, your hands began to rake through her hair again. The first braid was half way done so you resumed your work as you reassured her,
“Slytherin never plays fair but I believe in you guys. You’re gonna pull it off, don’t stress. Just fly clear of Malfoy and Flint and you should be fine.”
“Yeah you’re right…” She trailed off. Furrowing your fixation on her hair, you slowly pried further.
“What else is the matter-” But before you could seek out any further information, your body jerked forward as two arms snaked around your upper body. You shrieked in freight then quickly whipped your head around to see Fred Weasley grinning down at you. Should’ve guessed, you thought to yourself. He was bound to come searching for you sooner or later and drag you to his room for a nap.
“Ah, I was wondering where the two of you snuck off to. Good afternoon, angel.” Fred leaned his head towards you to kiss your cheek. After leaving one, he left another, and another, and another until you had to push him back. You managed to hold onto the already started braid as you held Fred back with your hand on his chest. His hand immediately went to cover yours and squeeze on your grip, then pulled away glancing between his sister sitting in front of you and yourself.
“Hello, lovie. Where is the other, less annoying half of you?” You smiled a sickly sweet grin to Fred as he gave you a warning glare. Reaching up, you used your free hand to pull Fred down by his collar and placed a sugared kiss to his lips. Always ready for your affection Fred returned the kiss softly, his hands cupping around your chin to leaned your head back. An awkward cough ruined the mood as Ginny fidgetted silently. Fred released his grip on your face at once and threw his leg over the couch. Inviting himself into the conversation, he threw either leg over the maroon couch and slipped in besides you. His face was bright and gleeful, the apples of his cheeks a tint red. The orange hair sprouting down to his shoulders was brighter, shinier than normal. You felt your heart race at the sight. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, Fred glued himself snug to your side.
“Flirting with Alicia or Katie, can’t tell,” He tossed his head back to motion over to his twin talking up your friends in the corner. The three were laughing and talking hushly, all huddled close. You stopped your hands to glance over, then looked down as you felt Ginny moving beneath you. Fred drummed his finger on the right unbraided, half of her head causing the girl to blindly swing her arm backwards trying to swat at him. You scolded him sternly, threatening him if he messed up the half you were working on. Chuckling at her flailing arms and your attempt at being stern, Fred leaned back into the couch and tossed his arm around your shoulder. “You ready for the big match, Gin?”
Although the only portion visible was the backside of her head, both Fred and yourself watched her shudder and wince at the inquiry. Fred was happier than ever which was a typical mood for him on any given day but especially the day of a match. Most felt the nervous butterflies and sickening feeling before an important game but Fred? You were almost 100% positive Fred had never experienced the feeling of anxiousness. His confidence seemed to flourish under pressure.
Ginny was never to the big stage, though. She didn’t bask in the glory and attention the same way her brothers did. There was that fear of not living up to everyones expectations that crept into her mind as she took the pitch each match. Ginny ducked her head as she scratched the side of her neck.
“Uh huh.” Ginny’s sigh earned a frown on Fred’s lips. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t adorable. The concern read from his features as he sent you a short look. He had an idea based off the alarming gleam in your eyes, but as her brother, he wasn’t willing to back off. His long arms tightened around your shoulder as he tilted his head to Ginny in question.
“You don’t sound very confident at all- what’s the matter with you? It’s the biggest match of the season!” He cheered loudly, causing the young girl to jump in her spot. You tucked the three strands in a weaving pattern trying everything in your power to finish as quickly as you could so Ginny would be free to escape this conversation. Maybe it was a male thing but Fred was just not reading the room correctly. Between Ginny’s uncomfortable shifting and your stern stares, he still just wasn’t understanding her nerves. You snatched the hair tie off the couch cushion and wrapped it around the end of her braid. Tapping his side with your elbow, you looked to Fred sternly.
“I think she realizes that, Fred. Let’s not stress her out even more.” Your tone was pointed and you expected Fred to pick up but clearly, it went straight over his head. This earned a raspy chuckle of disbelief from Fred. Slipping his grip from your waist, Fred leaned forward. Placing his elbows on his knees, his chin rested in the palm of his hands. He had a teasing look as he scoffed,
“Stressed? Since when has a game ever stressed you out, Ginny? You’re the youngest starter on our team! There’s no need to be worried about anything.” Fred’s face was bright with excitement at thought at the upcoming match. His rosy cheeks were squished as he smiled gleefully. A loud groan emanated from Ginny as she threw her head back in frustration, though remained silent. Her once lively orbs reddening by the second as salty tears brimmed. The grin vanished from Fred’s face. He turned to you in confusion, his face resembling that of a wounded puppy.
At times, Fred had moments where he didn’t particularly like his little sister, but he always loved her. It was the brotherly instinct in him; the constant need to keep a watchful eye out for Ginny. He knew she could hold her own, but he couldn’t help that protective nature. Sending him a sharp look, you muttered quietly under your breath,
“Nice work…”
The common room was slowly beginning to scatter out as students made the most of their time before the big match. You caught a glimpse of George walking out the portrait with Lee by his side. You wondered what kind of mischief they were up to, it certainly couldn’t be anything good. Harry and Ron were trudging up the staircase to their room assumingly and Hermione was sitting on the opposite side of the room reading quietly. The atmosphere was relaxed like the calm before a storm. Win or lose, the common room would be buzzing with energy tonight. It was just a matter of happy celebration, or tense aftermath of defeat.
You reached out for the right half of Ginny’s hair and repeated your steps. You parted the bright strands and braided them tightly.
Fred on the other hand was lost to his sister’s emotions and eager for answers. Reaching forward, Fred squeezed Ginny’s shoulder in a comforting manner. His face was scrunched together in concern as he sweetly asked her,
“… what’s the matter, little one? I’m sure your big brother can help.”
You had to physically bite your tongue to keep from ‘aweing’ at him. The one thing you loved more than anything about Fred was how caring and comforting he could be. Your heart was dripping in adoration. There had been a handful of moments you heard Fred refer to Ginny as ‘Little One’. It was typically in mocking sense or playful, however in her fragile moments, it was said with such serenity and gentleness. He was always there to help his little sister and protect her. You couldn’t help but imagine how great of a dad Fred would be in the future. He was the only man you could ever see yourself with and knowing how great of a person he truly is just made you even more certain.
Standing from the couch, Fred shuffled around the two of you so he was sitting in front of Ginny. She sniffled quietly using the sleeve of her sweater to rub her eyes. Your eyes darted between the half finished braid and the pair. Fred was patient in giving Ginny her time and finally, she came around.
“What if I lose it for us? If we don’t win, everyone is gonna hate me! It’ll be my fault and Oliver will probably kick me off the team and I’ll have nothing! And you’ll all be mad at me and mum and dad will be disappointed-” Her frantic ramble was shut down when Fred started to talk over her. It was a crazy thought; one he could not allow to marinate in her mind.
“What’re you talking about? Do you even hear yourself, Ginny?” His voice was booming causing both Ginny and yourself to jump in surprise. Your eyes met for a brief second before he took a deep breath, “First off; Oliver Wood has lost a handful of matches for us and he’s still our captain. I mean, Harry has fallen off his bloody broomstick how many times and he’s still our top Seeker! You’re the best one on that pitch Ginny- well besides George and I, but you know what I mean.” Fred chuckled a bit as a small smile cracked on Ginny’s lips. Her eyes lifted from the ground to glance up at her brother. From your spot on the couch, you couldn’t read her features. You were also too invested in the braid to look away. But Fred bending down to wrap his arms around his sister and practically squish her was answer enough. Ginny squealed at Fred’s bone crushing grip, pleading with him to let go.
You rolled your eyes at the siblings, laughing to yourself as you finished securing the hair tie in the finished braid. Leaning back you smoothed your fingers over the weaved pattern. Her hair was somehow more ginger in this style and you adored it. Peaking your head over Ginny’s shoulder, you pointed out,
“And I don’t think it’s even possible for your parents to be disappointed in you. Fred, George and Ron destroyed the family car and your parents still love them and forgave them.”
“Well I wouldn’t say forgave-” Fred winced as he recalled the event. It had been years and Molly still brought it up when she was angry with the boys. They all knew it was something they’d never fully live down in Molly’s eyes. Even on her deathbed Fred was certain she’d find a way to bring it up. Flicking the material of his sweatshirt, you glared playful at Fred for his interruption. You wrapped Ginny in a hug from behind, your arms captured around her shoulders. She melted in your grip, embracing your comforting hold. Fred folded his legs together and just sort of watched.
There was a sudden jolt of awe, that moment where everything just clicked. It came out of nowhere like a car speeding through a red light. His back pressed into the coffee table for support while he just stared. There was no one more important in this world to Fred Weasley than his family. Seeing his little sister hurt and finding solace in you, it was difficult for Fred to string together the proper words on how it made him feel. The emotions brewing inside him were entirely new- like the feeling of opening presents on Christmas morning and finding you got everything that you asked for. This sheer hypnotic haze that covered Fred went unbeknownst to you as your attention stayed locked on Ginny.
“What I’m trying to say is, it really is just a game. No one's gonna disown you if you make a mistake; Freddie here makes twenty mistakes before breakfast every morning. And even if they are bigger and play dirty, you’re faster and smarter than their entire lineup combined. We all believe in you, Ginny. I’ve seen you do it a million different times and I’ll be right there cheering you on.” Letting go of her, your head lifted to greet the eyes of Fred Weasley. Immediately you took notice of the change in his gaze. Still mesmerizing as ever to be under, yet heavier than before. Instead of throwing a childish jab back, he just held your stare, speechless for once.
Your head tilted in confusion at his odd behavior as Ginny placed her hands on either side of her body to push herself up. This seemed to pull Fred from his trance as he mimicked her actions and stood from the floor. Brushing off her pants and sweater, she gave you both a look of gratitude and said,
“Thank you, Y/n. It really means a lot- thank you too, Freddie.”
“ ‘course, we’ll always be here for you- even if we do lose, you’ll still be my favorite sister.” Fred said with a cheek smirk. Ginny rolled her eyes in slight annoyance. Just when he was sweet, he was sour once again.
“I’m your only sister Fred but thanks. I should probably go get some homework finished so I’ll see you down at the pitch later. Thanks for doing my hair, Y/n. You’re the best- I wish you really were my sister.”
“So you’re telling me, after all this time, I’m not your sister?” You asked teasingly. Ginny laughed happily, clearly pleased with your response. Fred knew how much Ginny looked up to you, how badly she wants to follow in your footsteps, and it makes him thrilled. Not only does he loves how much his sister adores you, but how great of a role model you are to her. He understood how easy it could be to shove her away or dismiss her, and Fred wouldn’t blame you if you did. However you never once turned Ginny away and it played a role in his feelings evolving so intensely. Her cheeks tinted red as she gave you one last wave and skipped up the steps to her dorm. As she disappeared from view, you looked over to Fred only to see his eyes already planted on you. The weight of his stare was suffocating and made you fidget. The second you met his gaze, Fred’s mouth dropped open as he confessed,
“I’m in love with you.” The word vomit rolled effortlessly from his lips. The contagious smile Fred seemed to constantly cause rose to your face. Having been together for some years, Fred was no stranger to broadcasting his feelings for you. Something about this felt more serious than the other times. Sinking into the cushion, you nodded over to the boy in agreeance.
“I’m in love with you, too.” Shaking his head, Fred lunged forward so he was kneeling in front of you. His hands slipped inside your own as he set your intertwined hands in your lap. That playfulness has been swept away as his eyes read full honesty. Fred’s soft features were rough, sharp on the edges as his jaw clenched with tension. Giving your hand a loving squeeze, Fred locked his eyes on yours.
“No, Y/n, I’m like, Alice fell down the rabbit hole, deeply in love with you- I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Just… promise me you’ll stick around, okay?” His voice was filled with worry and fear. You jumped forward to crunch him in a tight embrace. Fred chuckled at your abruptness but exchanged the hug nonetheless. His fingers trailed up and down the bones of your spine drawing circles and shapes as he rubbed your back. You could feel his nose pressing into your hair and soon enough, a sloppy kiss was planted on your head. Grinning like a fool, you glanced up to him with a cheesy smile.
“Hate to break it to you, Fred, but I’m not going anywhere, sorry.” You remarked, reaching up on your tippy toes to kiss his lips. Fred leaned into your lips, his hands wrapping around your waist for support. As he pulled away, you noticed that one of a kind glint reached his eyes. Before you could hypothesize his next move, Fred’s arm swooped around your lower back to scoop you up from your legs. He lifted you up and repositioned so he was carrying you in his arms. You hollered in surprise as Fred just chuckled.
“Good, don’t think I’d let you anyhow, angel. Now c’mon, someone owes me a nap.” He stated, sending you a cheeky wink. Fred began to walk towards the stairwell heading towards the boys dormitory. Clinging to his arm, you glared deathly to Fred.
“If you drop me I am writing to Molly the second I can reach a quill and parchment.” You threatened. Fred walked through the opening to the staircase then started to skip up the steps, still holding your body. You shook with every step, trying your best to mask your giggles with angry looks and sneers. Tightening his face, Fred thought on it for a moment then scowled at the idea.
“Relax, Y/n. Don’t have to take it that far- I just said I’m in love with you and that’s how you’re gonna treat me.” He teased you. His room was on the second to top floor and you could tell you were approaching by the way he slowed down. Fred’s fingers tickled at your side as he made his way towards his door. Instead of setting you down, Fred swung the door open still grasping on to you. He wasted no time slamming the door shut and practically flinging you onto his bed. Your melodic laughter filled every inch of his room making Fred glow red in pleasure. He tugged off his robes and tie, then crawled into his bed next to you. You reached over the side of the mattress for a comfy shirt of his and some pajama pants he kept lying around. He couldn’t tear his gaze, nor did he want to. Winking over to Fred, you threw his comforter over your body and cuddled up next to him.
“If it’s any constellation, I’m like, furthest rock down in the ocean, deeply in love with you.” You admitted softly. Fred’s head snapped down in your direction as he grinned to himself,
“I reckon that’s gotta count for something, love. But could we switch so I’m the little spoon? You know we’ll lose the match if I’m not and then it’ll be your fault, not Ginny’s.”
You let out a dramatic groan as you flipped around to throw your arm over Fred. His face was lit in joy as he snuggled into your hold. You smiled to yourself as you felt his lips brush against your hand and leave a small trail of kisses on each finger. Fred and his rituals, you laughed to yourself as the feeling of sleep entered your body and your eyes fell shut. The soothing sound of Fred humming was a perfect lullaby for any person to find sleep in but it had become your favorite sound. Soon, Fred would have to get ready and go face Slytherin but for now, your arms seemed to be the only place he wanted to be.
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Prompts no 25, 27, 31 angst and non happy ending because I'm a little sad
The affair
Dialogue prompt 31- I want you to list every lie you ever told me.. then I'll forgive you | I hope whoever you are, you're doing better now. My apologies for bringing it out pretty late.
TW- ANGST | Harry loved him, only till fire burned.
Prompt 25 | prompt 27
It could have been love.
Or perhaps it was love until the arson had lasted and the land got buried in the ashes. Maybe it was love, until the fire remained burning, and the air had stated vanishing and soon it died.
He always knew he thought love was a transaction, to get something back in return for what you deposit in, he never believed in it but was Draco swooned. He let himself take the fall hoping that maybe harry would save him. He knew what he was getting into but too fooled was he to believe that love changes people, he held onto the false hope. He assumed, he believed in himself that maybe, just maybe after everything Harry had been through, after everything he fought for, maybe he'd like to not face change anymore. That maybe after everything, he deserved to be loved and deserve to love. That maybe he too felt that there was none who understood him better than Draco like he did, only he should've known.
But once learnt the hard way, draco didn't know how many loses more could he take. Maybe he felt as though he owed it to harry, that perhaps harry was his last shot at love, no matter what happened. Even with the ever consuming lies building up in the relationship that had been going on for 3 years. But Draco would lie to himself if he said he was happy anymore. He used to be, but he hadn't felt the little comfort in the physical affection or more than a chaste kiss in the past few months and he was afraid. Afraid that his inner voice was right.
" I think he's cheating on me " Draco numbly spoke to pansy as he drank his cold coffee
" oh hone-"
" I knew it " Draco interjected.
Pansy gave him a pity look but oh she knew too. She knew he was cheating. The lies Harry had fed only worked a little.
" how do you know ?" Pansy asked, holding a little of Draco's hand in a comforting touch over the table.
" he told me he'd be at the office yesterday. I went to drop him something but he wasn't there. He had left hours ago " Draco replied blankly stating at pansy drawing circles on the upper side of his hand
" but you can't be sure " pansy sighed.
Draco hummed, deciding to not further talk about it.
Perhaps days went by, Draco had stopped counting, he has stopped looking at the calender when their anniversary passed as a forgotten date. Perhaps weeks since Harry tried to come home and cuddle with Draco. And maybe month too when they last went on a date.
Why was Draco doing this to himself? Fear.
He watched as the light, the spark, the fire diminish in Harry's eyes for Draco but a new one was born each day he left for work, like he had something to look forward to. He felt it in Harry's soft light chaste touches that they weren't a secret, private anymore, they were of Someone else too. He even smelled the perfume of another one on Harry's shirt. Yet he rested in fear, fear he'd never be loved again. Because even if everything, harry still was his boyfriend, by tag but he was.. it was all in the labels. But He didn't even come to Draco's work party.
" why don't you leave him ?" Blaise had asked. Draco only shrugged, yawning.
" do you even sleep anymore?" Blaise tried asking again. Draco shrugged once again. He had lost count of hours he slept too.
But alone in the night, sitting on a bed in loneliness even with the body next to him, he cried relentlessly in silent sobs. He would bite his palm to keep the muffles inside as he'd stare at the man he'd once loved, become Lost. He missed the harry who'd kiss him before sleeping or who'd whisper good night or the one's who dragged draco to shower with him or the harry who'd visit between works to take him out for lunch.. he missed the harry that was only his own and not shared as a public property.
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He sat alone on the table of a family dinner as his father for first In a while looked at Draco in pity sitting next to an empty chair, reserved for his love who never showed up.
" we should start. He must be stuck with something " Draco Whispered.
Narcissa hesitantly nodded, helping serve the dinner and the family ate in low Whispers and soft chews.
And then perhaps as if an old friend has knocked his door, Draco was met with the young boy who loved Harry in his rivalry,who stood for what was right, for what wasn't just to him, one who believed that if love existed he'd never settle for less. Slamming the door shut, Draco instead of disapparating, stumbled back home with one bottle of whiskey he couldn't even drink because of the drowning heart that yearned sobriety.
" where were you ?" Harry has asked sitting on the sofa, watching TV at midnight when draco had stumbled back home.
But draco didn't respond, placed the bottle on the counter top, only little drunk, unknown tears smeared across his face.
" I asked you a question Draco, where were you ?" Harry sternly asked as he turned around to watch Draco
" are you fucking drunk ?' harry was perhaps disgusted but it only made Draco laugh. A mock.
" do you ask your other boy that too ?"
" what- what other boy ?" But harry was a bad liar.
Draco sniffed in as he walked forwards, collapsed on the couch next to Harry's and stared blankly out of the window, tears immediately blurring his vision.
" it was my parents anniversary today? Do you remember ? I told you a day before yesterday to be there, even sent a memo ? Did you receive ?" Draco asked, his legs shaking.
" oh- see I kept thinking I was forgetting something. I'm so sorry babe-"
" don't-call-me-that" Draco sneered
" what is the matter with you ?" Harry asked thoroughly offended
But Draco only exhaled a shaky breath, his hands contributing to the shakiness and he finally landed his eyes upon the man he had lost.
" was I not enough ?" His voice broke as he asked, staring into Harry's lost face
" what are you even on about-"
" your affair harry. Your bloody affair " Draco raised his voice so as to be stern, confident that be wasn't lying.
" what ? I don't have any affair. I'm offended that you even think that Draco. After everything we've been through-"
"bullshit " Draco snapped
" you think I can't see it Harry ? I can sense it across an entire room if you're there or not, don't you think I wouldn't know that the man I loved is not just Mine anymore ?"
" you're being ridiculous " harry rolled his eyes.
Draco gave Harry a weak smile before he went on " do you remember the last time you told me you loved me ?"
Harry frowned as he thought upon until the realisation hit " i- I didn't realize -"
" I don't blame you " Draco shook his head " I can't even if I Want to. Perhaps I am infact not enough.. perhaps I've failed to be who you wanted me to be. I don't blame you harry, I don't-"
" Draco, there's nothing going-"
" what's his name ?" Draco interjected
" there's no one "
" does he make you happy ?" Draco asked weakly
" Draco, there isn't-"
" does he kiss better than I do ?" Draco asked, his voice breaking.
Harry sighed " I'm not cheating Draco "
" then when did you fall out of love with me ?" Draco asked
Harry stared at Draco long enough to see the pain turning to mocking numbness " I never did "
" liar " Draco sneered as he looked away, not even bringing his hands up to wipe his tears.
" I love you Draco-"
" liar " Draco suddenly raised his voice " you're a pathetic liar " he sobbed
" all this time I tried to forgive you in my head but I only need to ask one thing, what did I do to deserve this ?" Draco sobbed
Harry's face filled with pity as he closed distance between them to wipe Draco's tears away but he jerked his hands away.
" I didn't mean for it to happen " harry finally said as he looked down at his feets, as though he was disgusted in himself.
Draco looked at harry attentively " how long ?"
" Draco-"
" how long harry ?" Draco asked sniffing
" 5 months " harry replied. It should not have been a blow, not have hurt this bad, because Draco already knew but he did. Tears rapidly burning his face as pathetic sobs left his lips and he looked away as if he couldn't bear to look at harry.
" it meant nothing to me Draco-"
" it doesn't matter " Draco interjected, heaving for a long breath
" no I mean it Draco, it didn't mean anything "
" if it didn't mean anything then why were you with him tonight instead of me ?"
But in hopes of trying to fix things, harry couldn't formulate an answer without hurting Draco.
" I really loved you harry, I still do and I hate myself for it but I will let you go "
" Draco Don't-"
" I have loved you enough but in hopes of trying to keep you close, I have made you runaway from me and that's no one's but my own fault. Perhaps I loved you too much or too little but neither of it was enough to make you stay " Draco cried in silent tears.
" don't say that Draco. Please. I still love you. I never stopped. I'll leave him for you. I only love you. It was a mistake Draco. I promise it won't happen again. I'm sorry Draco, please, please forgive me " harry begged
Draco offered Harry a little smile before he took Harry's hands in how own, locking their finger's together and kissing his knuckles.
" I Want you to list every lie you ever told. Then maybe I'll forgive you "
And in that sweetness Draco left Harry more broken than he had ever felt. Filled with regret he had never felt. Pain he had long forgotten. Misery and sorrow he had said good-bye too. But it was in his sweetness harry had loved him and it was in his sweetness he had lost him. That night when Draco went away, with no response, he never came back again and harry was left alone.
It could have been love, or perhaps it was, only until the night was young and the sun had not risen.
Till the mortal fire had burnt.
It's basically midnight thoughts.
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Gag Gift // Seungmin
🍄 | genre: smut
☁️ | pairing: Kim Seungmin x female!reader
🌿 | wc: 2.5k
🌸 | includes: dom!seungmin, sub!reader, established relationship, use of toys (ball gag), teasing, sadistic seungmo, PIV, unprotected sex, mild size kink, Seungmin is huge :), mentions of distention (stomach bulging), slight degradation and overstimulation, creampie, aftercare, soft ending
☀️ | synopsis: Merry Christmas! Seungmin gets you the gag gift of being gagged.
🌊 | This is for the Stray Kids Smutmas collaboration hosted by @clandestine-lixie ! Here is a link to the full masterlist with all of the other amazing writers that participated! I’m well over a week late on when I was planning to release this because I’ve literally rewritten this five times :D I hope it’s good now though lol. Here’s a very late Merry Christmas and a slightly late Happy New Year!
You were drifting in and out of consciousness, trying desperately to stay awake until your boyfriend got home. It was very late, but since you couldn’t spend Christmas together, you wanted to see him, even if it was just to cuddle to sleep.
There’s a faint jingling from the front door, and you spring up in excitement. The tiredness that just overwhelmed you was now nearly gone, replaced by the eagerness to greet your boyfriend. His key twists and he pushes the door open. By the time he was able to take his shoes off, you were already standing in front of him, ready to give him the biggest hug of his life.
“Minnie!” You wrapped your arms around him, taking a quick whiff of his cologne. He chuckled and hugged you back, pulling you close. You two just stood in each other’s arms in silence, appreciating this small moment, because you don’t get moments like these often. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, baby.” You could feel Seungmin’s wide smile on the back of your neck. By the way he’s squeezing you, he has missed you a lot more than you’ve missed him. “How’s my girl been while I was away?”
“I’ve been good, I promise!” There was no need for you to tag on the last part because Seungmin trusts you more than you know, but it still brings a smile to his face to see you so jumpy and happy. He knew you’d be good. You’re always good for Seungmin. You both pull away from the hug, finally just looking at each other after what felt like ages being apart.
“Ah, you’re so cute.” He cups your cheek and pecks your lips, making you squeal and butterflies erupt in your stomach. “I got my baby a gift. Let me get comfortable before you open it.”
He passes you a box out of his bag. It’s slightly jingling, and you have no idea what Seungmin got you. You move out of his way, allowing Seungmin to go to your shared bedroom to get changed out of his outside clothes. He comes back to the living room in baggy sweatpants and a loose tee-shirt, but no matter what he wore, he looked good.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for Christmas, so I thought I’d get you something special.”
Seungmin spent Christmas with Stray Kids while you spent Christmas with your family, and it was going to be your first Christmas together before business arose and Seungmin had to stay in Seoul. Although you were both disappointed, you had your own mini-Christmas before you left for the holiday. You didn’t expect Seungmin to get you another gift, but any gift is always welcomed.
You tear open the wrapping, tossing it in the general direction of the trashcan, and slide open the box. What you’re holding in your hands almost makes you jump back, but your mind’s too busy thinking of how to use it to react. Your hands grip the leather straps, and the large silicone ball rests in the middle. Your eyes go wide as you look up to Seungmin. His eyes are glued to you, waiting for any sort of response.
“Is this too much?” His voice cracked, and he was clearly concerned by your reaction. You had similar kinks to each other, but he thought he finally found something that scared you, and that made his heartache. He was supposed to protect you, be the best dominant ever, but he felt like he took it too far. “I’m sorry, I can-”
“Please use it.” You cut him off mid-sentence, hoping to wash his worries away. If your wavering voice wasn’t enough, your puppy eyes surely sold the point home. “I want you to use this on me.”
“Baby,” Seungmin takes the gag from your hands and fiddles with the latch, calculating what to do next, “are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m totally sure.” You take his hands in yours, him dropping the ball gag on the couch along with the gift box. “I want this.”
“Aright, sweetheart.” He pecks your lips again, this time slightly longer and needier than before. You knew he wanted to go farther in that moment, but he wanted to keep you wanting more. “Go to the bedroom. I’ll clean this off before we use it.”
🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯
You patiently waited for Seungmin, spreading yourself on the bed half naked, only wearing your sheer, dark red panties that he loves to tear off of you. The few days away from each other quickly caught up to your libido and you felt a powerful sense of neediness take over every part of your body, like you were in a trance to only think about Seungmin and what he could do to your body. When he walked into the bedroom, your eyes were shut and your hand played with your cunt over your underwear.
“Ah, couldn’t wait, huh?” Seungmin leans down to kiss you, not removing your hand from your pussy or even mentioning that you should. He let you get yourself off in the slightest way for a moment before getting on top of you, pulling your wrists over your head and finally matching your gaze with his. “Before I put this in, I want to feel your pretty lips on mine.”
Although he mentioned your lips, your make out quickly turned into a tongue-on-tongue mess, spit slowly coating your lips and drool seeping out the side of your mouth. Seungmin’s hands felt your sides, caressing your waist and chest. His fingers gently circled your nipples before twisting and pulling lightly, making you groan lightly into the kiss. He knew all your sweet spots like the back of his hand, and he intended on proving this to you over the course of the night.
Seungmin finally pulled away from your mouth, looking down at you as you pouted from the loss. The smirk that formed on his face was devilish, but knowing he was turned on from just a short make out session was enough to make your cunt soak through your panties.
“Open wide, princess.” His pet names always made you melt, and before your brain could comprehend what he was trying to do, your jaw had pliantly gone slack for him to wrap the leather straps around your head and settle the ball between your lips. Once the gag was fastened, he sat back and looked at the beautiful view under him: you. He was almost swooning before his dick twitched in his pants, reminding him on the task at hand. “You’re gonna stay nice and quiet for me, right?”
Without thinking, you try to squeak out a yes only to be muffled by the silicon ball which is quickly becoming covered in your spit from your resting tongue. Nothing this, you nod urgently, slightly lifting your hips for him to take your soaked panties off.
“Oh, and you wore my favorite pair. How thoughtful.” Seungmin’s left hand holds down your hips while his right hand swipes over your panties, applying pressure to your aching cunt. He can feel how wet you are, but he still wants to play with you before giving you what you so desperately desire. He presses his impressive bulge into your cunt, making you writhe from the stimulation that just isn’t enough for you to feel satisfied. To make matters worse (or better), you couldn’t even tell Seungmin how much of a tease he was being. All you could do was lay back and pray that he’d stuff his cock into you eventually.
You move your hands from above your head to your legs, helping spread them for your boyfriend to get a better angle at your cunt, but he swiftly slaps you away and moves your hands back over your head. Seungmin tsks, unsure whether or not he should get the rope out to keep your arms bound above your head.
“Good girls keep their hands to themselves, right?” Again, you nod like your life depended on it. “Then keep your hands there, unless my baby wants to be punished?”
You shook your head left to right, hopefully displaying just how much you didn’t want to get punished. As much of a masochist as you were, at this moment in time, you just wanted to cum as many times as Seungmin would allow you to.
“Mmm, good girl.” He grinds into you again, rolling his hips against your clothed pussy, making sure your fully saturated panties leave a wet mark on his sweatpants. He hisses, cock painfully pressing against the fabric of his pants. Luckily, he didn’t bother wearing boxers. He knew how happy you would be to see him, after all. “You want my cock, baby?”
High-pitched moans left your throat, and while they were being muffled, they were well loud enough for Seungmin to get the idea. Once more, you lift your hips, and this time Seungmin pulls your panties down by the center and throws them to the side, quickly followed by his shirt. You get an incredible view of his sculpted abs, and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world knowing you were the only one who got to see them.
“If you want my cock so bad, you’re gonna have to beg for it.” Your eyes go wide as he laughs sadistically, fully realizing what he just said before he even said it. You jerk your hips up and down, pressing against his raging boner that was still concealed under his pants. Even though he was covered, the imprint from his cock made you want him more, as if that was possible. You could perfectly see the outline of his cock, and the darkened area around his tip pinpointed just how big his cock was.
He shimmies his sweatpants down just enough to reveal his V line. Just before you can see where his happy trail ends, he stops. The whines coming from you can’t be silenced by the gag, and your pathetic noises are music to his ears.
“I’m gonna fuck you raw.” His eyes squint at you, taking careful note of every expression you make. Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head at just the thought, but you still attempt to show some semblance of control. “You like being filled with my cum, huh? You like when I make you leak my cum like the little whore you are?”
You moan in response to every question, but your eyes stay focused on his hands resting on the waistband of his pants. When he runs out of ways to tease you with his words, he kicks his sweatpants off, his long cock hitting his abs and falling back into Seungmin’s hand. He strokes himself a few times, groaning from his own touch. He looked like a Greek god, and you ate up every bit of it.
“Is my little girl ready?” No matter what, Seungmin always liked to remind you of how small you looked compared to him. He loved to ruin your little body, even gloating to his friends that you’re so tiny compared to him. It wasn’t even just his height, it was also how his cock made you feel like you were being split in half. As painful as it could be, you loved every minute of it. “I’m not gonna hold back, baby.”
Seungmin pushes into you, going balls deep within seconds. He holds himself deep inside you, watching your face contort from the indescribable mix of pain and pleasure. His hands hold your hips before moving up to squeeze your waist and rub your stomach over the evident indent of his cock rearranging your organs.
“Fuck, s-so tight.” He felt like he was about to snap, pressing lightly down onto your stomach to feel your walls enclose on him even more. When he started to thrust, things only got more difficult. You rolled your hips in sync with his, the sounds and scent of sex filling your stuffy bedroom on the cold winter night. Seungmin’s moans were always so pretty, and tonight was no exception. If anything, they sounded even nicer than before, but that also might have just been the added feeling of having him violate your pussy like he owned your body. The drag of his cock against your walls made you throw your head back with the pleasure becoming overwhelming in an instant. With your neck exposed, Seungmin took the opportunity to gently wrap his hand around your throat, pressing into the sides to make you choke just enough for you to tighten around him.
You felt a familiar knot tighten in your core, and you knew you were close. If you could beg for Seungmin, you would, but given the circumstances, all you could do was sloppily moan and hope he understood, which by the convulsions of your pussy around him, he did understand. His eyes went from your bulging stomach to your face. There were tear stains running down your cheeks, and you looked so pitiful and desperate. The sight alone made him stop his thrusts so he didn’t cum, but he soon got back in the rhythm of punching your cervix with his tip.
“Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” His hand that wasn’t on your neck went to play with your clit, his fingers circling the bud in the same rhythm as his hips thrusting into you. Your eyes were begging to him, wordlessly displaying all of your neediness with only a glance. “Show me how much you missed me.”
Nearly on cue, the knot in your stomach snapped, sending you over the edge with an intense orgasm. Your cunt clenched and convulsed around Seungmin’s twitching cock. His pace never let up: mercilessly fucking you through your orgasm. Every nerve was on end, and you felt like you were on cloud nine before crashing back down to Earth with the feeling of painful overstimulation that you loved so much. It didn’t last long, though. Seungmin shot his cum while he was bottomed out inside you, coating your walls in his milky white seed. He huffed and cursed as he held your body to his, stilling inside you onto to fuck his cum inside you once he was finished unloading. When he pulled out, his spurts of cum leaked down onto the bed from your fucked-out hole, and it looked so hot, Seungmin almost got hard again.
“Lean up, princess.” You raised your head off the bed for Seungmin to release you from the gag, placing the toy on your bedside table. “Let me clean you up.”
Seungmin disappears into the bathroom and returns with a dampened wash rag to wipe the sweat from your forehead and clean the mixture of cum from your cunt. All you could do was lay there and accept the gracious care from your loving boyfriend.
He tossed the rag on the floor and collapsed next to you, pulling you close and nuzzling into you. The smell of his cologne was now mixed with sweat and musk, but you didn’t mind. He held you like he never wanted to let you go, like you were his forever, and in his mind, you were.
“Merry Christmas, Y/n.” He kisses your forehead and pets the hair away from your face, revealing your glimmering eyes. Despite what just happened minutes prior, you felt like the most loved woman on the planet.
“Merry Christmas, Seungmin.”
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