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okay first hello! i totally forgot about the fanvids! way down we go is THE beth song now you're so right. ugh she's just so !!!!!!! "i want his fucking grandchildren on welfare" heLLO?? "I AM THREATENING THE WHOLE FUCKING STATE" GET HIS ASS. honestly i don't think i've watched a fanvid since i was in my supernatural brainrot era of 2014 (also also!!! omgg your voice clip was adorable i love how excited you are). aaaa shit i'll send a part 2 for the second video
I’m glad you saw my post, I didn’t know if you would !! 🤗
no cause that whole video genuinely makes me feel like this AAAAH it has some of her absolute best lines the editor of both of these videos put so much cunt into them GOD
you ever hear the saying.. (off to ruin a life!) (THEE CUNT!!!) wherever something good is trying to happen, something bad is trying to stop it? I’m something bad”
“you are the trailer park I am the tornado” GOT ME LIIIKKKEEEE
“she can be evil; and evil’s what I need right now”
And her whole speech to Jaime… “You know one day Jaime, someone will love you. And you’ll love somebody. And I can’t wait to take that from you. Even if I have to kill it with my bare hands; I will take it from you”
GET HHHHIIIIMMM!! I could talk in circles about it forever just so good ugh
Omg supernatural brainrot in 2014 same! I love fanvideos and always will 🤧 but it’s funny I wasn’t even searching for those videos either I was just browsing on YouTube and since I had been watching her scenes they were recommended to me and I’m so glad that they were because brainrot central I swear to god
And about the voice clip, DHANJSWJEJEJ, I mean you can HEAR how excited I was because firstly I don’t really ever listen to the radio unless I’m bored of my own music playlist (rarely happens) and I was just driving on my way to work and I think my mom happened to have the audio turned to fm and IT JUST STARTED PLAYING THE SONG LIKE ?? MY GIRLS SONG ??? Devine fate or whatever WE’RE CONNECTED!! the universe said hey girl heeeeyy 😚 but yes I was screeching literally such an iconic thing to happen to me (I’m SO easy to entertain dishdhaheh)
forgot to sign off the last oops. bottom of the river video SLAAAAPPS! the synced rip and kayce "you come fight me" has be howwwlliiiiiing. i love how this editor knows exactly what to do. yes ughhh fantastic. chef's kiss. my housemate wants to spread out watching season 5 but i might watch ahead. we can rewatch later??? i'll bring him around lol. SEASON 4 THOUGH beth rip and the kid make me cry all the time i love them so damn much. i LOVE jimmy's development i'm so proud of my boy!!! - ys anon
Like I said the editor of these videos really knows what they’re doing because good lord they’re so WELL DOOONNNNEEE WAAAAHH not only the synced kayce and rip part but also where they had Thomas Clearwaters / Gil Birmingham’s voice “to carry the wolf is a burden. he is the hunter most hunted” OVER MONICA AND TATE BEING HUNTED AAAAAAGHH so good SO GOOD! and overlaying Beth saying Rip will tear Jaime apart with his bare hands (they’re soulmates btw) on top of all the scenes of him killing people hsjdjsjdjsj SO GOOD help me I have literal brainrot
HAHAHA omg noooooo you cooould be bad and watch ahead 🤭 what’s stopping you!!! yes I loved their little family in season 4 🥺 AND JIMMY BOY IS A REAL COWBOY NOW LETS GOOOOO I like his fiancée much better than Mia let’s be real andjsjbdjs I have a soft spot for him for sure 💖💖💖
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Fell in Love
spencer reid x gn!reader
summary: you hadn't expected your friend spencer to be home from his most recent case yet, let alone passed out on your couch
warnings: confessions, kissing, fluff, no use of y/n
word count: 1.5k
The moment the key hit the lock of your front door, you practically felt a weight fall off your shoulders. You had been working all day and there was nothing you wanted more than to change into your pyjamas and watch tv for the rest of the night.
Once inside your apartment, you shut the door, instantly dropping your bag to the floor and your keys onto the table. Your shoes were kicked off and your jacket was strewn across a random chair in a matter of seconds and you were ready to run into your bedroom.
But, as you passed by the living room, you caught a glimpse of someone sleeping on your couch, shoes and coat still on.
Really, you should have been a bit more startled by the sight of someone in your home, considering you lived alone, but you were all too familiar with Spencer's habit of dropping by unannounced.
You stopped in your tracks, walking around to the front of the couch and called his name.
"Spencer" you were met with an annoyed groan as he flipped onto his other side.
"Spencer" you called again, louder, shoving his shoulder slightly. No response.
"Dr. Spencer Reid" you practically yelled right into his ear and you watched him jump this time, turning to face you again.
"I gave you a key for emergencies" you scolded, watching as he sat up and groggily rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm sorry" he sounded overly sincere "I didn't want to go home."
Then you realised that this wasn't just his regular habit of dropping in whenever he was bored, he needed comfort. You knew all to well the toll his job took on him, with everything that’s happened to him you were surprised he was able to hold up as well as he did.
“Oh Spencer” you half-whispered, sitting down on the couch right beside him, shoulder practically pressed against his. “Do you wanna talk about it?”.
“Not really, I just need to get my mind off everything” he sat up a bit straighter, facing you now.
You nodded in response.
“Is that new?” his gaze was suddenly fixated on your wrist as he reached down to your new watch.
“It is” you told him, lifting up your arm to show off the item adorned with a silver band.
“Did you get it in a pawn shop?” he seemed to be doing a pretty good job at distracting himself now, taking interest in random things like he always did.
“How did you know?” you laughed slightly, bringing your arm back down to your side.
“It’s Cartier” he explained “I know you wouldn’t be able to afford a new one, they range from four thousand to hundreds of thousands of dollars”.
“Wow” you feigned offence.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I just know you wouldn’t spend that kind of money, even when you treat yourself” he almost panickingly explained himself but you still felt a little proud at him knowing things about you. You hated spending a lot of money on yourself and you wanted to treat yourself, hence the new item in your collection.
“Did you know that Cartier was the first healer to use platinum in jewellery making? And they popularised the wristwatch in 1904, it’s really quite interesting”
“I didn’t, Reid” you joked. “Do you want some food? I got groceries yesterday so I could make you anything you want”.
“I’m okay” he sighed slightly “I’m just tired”
“You can sleep in my bed, no reason you should be hurting your back on the couch"
"No its okay, I don't want to put you out. I'm fine out here, really."
"I'm not going planning on going to bed for a while, at least go in there and get some rest, okay?"
He simply nodded his head and got up to go to your bedroom, calling out a goodnight as he approached the door.
You spent a few hours lounging about, mindlessly watching Friends reruns to procrastinate anything that actually needed to be done. Eventually though, the tiredness caught up to you and you decided to camp out on the couch for the night.
You cracked open your bedroom door and the small amount of light that flooded in from the hall presented Spencer completely out of it in your bed, his white shirt half unbuttoned and his trousers twisted around him while the rest of his clothes were piled on the floor beside him.
You smiled to yourself as you went to grab a spare pillow and blanket from your wardrobe, preparing to set yourself up on the couch for the night.
As you went to leave the room once again, you heard him sleepily call your name.
"Yeah?" you turned around to him again, seeing him adjust himself slightly.
“Do you want the your bed back?” He began to sit up, the rustling sound of the duvet filling the air.
“You can stay there, don’t worry about it” there was a silence then, you could tell he was about to say something, but he was struggling to get it to slip past his lips.
"Could you stay with me, please" he looked away bashfully "just for a bit”. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was giving you a puppy-dog look, eyes wide and lip practically quivering.
“Of course” you dumped everything that was in your hands onto the end of the bed and crawled up beside Spencer.
Without another word, you pressed yourself up right against him, grabbing his hand with yours and smoothing your thumb over the back of his hand. Just the few moments of silence with you sitting there had done Spencer some good, he had already felt himself calming down, and some of his recent anxieties melting away.
The quiet didn’t last long though before Spencer was saying your name again. “Can I tell you something?”
You turned your head to look at him, your eyes finally adjusting to the dark so you could see all of his emotions bleeding through his expressions. You nodded your head, humming slightly to urge him on.
“I really appreciate you, a lot” he hesitated slightly, searching for the words to use next.
“I appreciate you too Spence” you requited.
“No, I’m thankful for everything you do. You have always been there when I need you, you always know exactly what to say to me, you care about me. And I truly hope you can say the same about me”
“Of course I can”
“I need you in my life more than you could ever know” he continued “you’re the most important person to me in the whole world, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
You looked at him, almost flabbergasted, not knowing what to say that would truly encapsulate how much you cared about him, how happy you were that he appreciated you.
“I like you” he paused “I love you, so much” his words were powerful, they rung in the air as they travelled towards your ears.
“Love?” you repeated, questioning his use of the word. You were no stranger to platonic love but his previous confessions had you questioning the intention of his last sentence.
“I love you, I want to be able to call you mine. I want to come home to you every day, to spend every minute I can with you, to have a future where you’re the centre of all my plans.”
You were practically stumped, the emotions you were feeling rendering your mouth useless.
“If you don’t feel the same way-“ he suddenly became incredibly panicked, spitting out as many words as he could to explain himself before you could cut him off.
“Spencer” you took a deep breathe “I love you too” it was a much shorter confession than his, but you didn’t need to say anything more to him, the confirmation was all he needed.
In the time it took you to blink, your faces were centimetres apart. And then his lips were on yours.
Your body felt like it lit up on that moment, the feeling of his lips on yours waking the butterflies in your stomach. You wasted no time tangling your fingers into his hair and lightly tugging at the roots as his hands slid around your waist, softly massaging your flesh.
It was gentle, his tongue softly slipping into your mouth as you let him do what he wanted, let him take the control.
The kiss was short though, as sleep had began to take over both of you. You mutually pulled away, silently agreeing to lie down, cuddling into one another.
With one more peck on the lips, you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.
There was plenty of time to talk it out, to figure out everything between each other, but for now all you needed was the feeling of one another pressed together and the feeling of mutual admiration.
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Embracing Truth ; Paige Bueckers ┈﹒
꣑୧ — summary | paige helps her gf come out of the closet 💐💌❤️
wc ; 870
— warnings | smalll hints of homophobia , anxiety related topics , mainly fluff + established relationship
my master list ㇀♡
1) i am sooo sorry for not responding to ur request anon! I accidentally deleted it from my drafts :(
a/n : this was so sweet and cute to write 🥰 this definitely healed something in me. Enjoy ◡̈
Paige sat on the edge of the bed, watching as her girlfriend, y/n, paced nervously back and forth between the blondes dorm. She could tell something was weighing heavily on your mind, and her instincts told her it was something serious.
You and Paige had been dating since your second year of college, meeting during one of your shared classes. You knew you had always been into girls, often experimenting with them in highschool. But there was one problem, your parents didn't know.
They weren't necessarily homophobic per say, but to be fair the conversation of you being gay never was a topic of conversation. But the idea of one day having to tell them terrified you, especially since you knew the relationship with your girlfriend was becoming serious.
“Y/n, what's wrong?” Paige asks, snapping you out of your thoughts as she stood up and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder to stop your pacing.
You took a deep breath, looking up at your girlfriend with tears welled in your eyes managing to croak out , “I don't know Paige, I really need to tell my parents… I need to tell them about us. But I'm just afraid that they won't accept me, accept us. What if they kick me out? Disown me??”
Paige’s heart ached at the sudden fear that lingered in your voice, as she pulled you into a warm, comforting hug, holding you tightly. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’ll be right by your side every step of the way. We’ll get through this together, I promise.”
You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that Paige would be there for you, and be by your side. “Okay,” you whispered, “Okay, let’s do this.”
A few days had passed since you had the conversation with your girlfriend, part of you wanted to procrastinate for as long as possible, because they would eventually find out regardless of when they were told. But your subconscious knew that now was the time, especially since you were serious about the blonde. You had to embrace the truth, your truth.
You and Paige drove over to your parents house one Friday evening, in the hopes of possibly sharing this important news over dinner. You were a bundle of nerves, but the blonde held your hand reassuringly as the two of you began to walk towards the front door. You took a pause, hesitating to ring the doorbell , after gathering your thoughts, you gently pressed on the round button in front of you, revealing a small chime in reply. You were soon greeted by your parents, who were surprised but happy to see them.
“y/n, Paige, what brings you here?” your mother chirps. Hugging the both of you before inviting you two inside.
As you walked through your house, skimming past the dining room and making your way towards the living room, you plopped down on the couch before breaking the silence, “We have something we need to talk to you both about” your voice trembling slightly.
Once the rest of them had joined you on the couch and surrounding seats, you took a deep breath and began to speak again. “Mom, Dad, you know how I’ve known Paige since freshman year of highschool? And how we’ve spent a lot of time with each other since then..” the two of them nodded in response before you continued, “well.. I realized that I like her more than a friend way. What I’m trying to say- I’m saying is that I’m with Paige. Like we’re dating..” your voice trailing off before facing them both in the eye, as your eyes had been previously wandering and focusing on different objects in the area. “Im gay.”
There was a brief moment of silence as your parents processed the information. You feared the absolute worst as the seconds of silence passed by, but then you mom spoke up, her voice filled with love and acceptance. “Sweetheart, we love you no matter what. We just want you to be happy.”
You couldn't hold back your tears as you hugged them both, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude. Paige wrapped her arms around them all, feeling grateful to be a part of such a loving and accepting family.
After the initial shock wore off, your parents welcomed Paige with open arms, eager to get to know her now officially as their daughter's girlfriend. You all spent the evening talking and laughing, and you couldn't have felt more loved and accepted.
As the night came to a close, and as the both of you drove back to the blondes dorm, you couldn't stop smiling. Your heart was full of love for Paige and your family, as you squeezed her hand as a way to silently say I love you.
“I love you, P,” you whispered quietly, your voice filled with emotion. “I love you too, y/n” Paige replied, squeezing your hand back gently. “I'm so proud of you.”
And in that moment, that's when you knew that no matter what challenges you both faced in the future, as long as you had your girlfriend by your side, you could handle anything.
as always, thank you guys so much for reading!! don't forget to leave reqs :)
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can i request where reader cant go to their match and they got angry which makes them say the word "i shouldve invite *ex's name*, she wouldve come." and reader reaction can be up to you! with rin and maybe chigiri? thank you so much and please stay hydrate! sending loves <33
OHHH MYYY GODDD ANONNN……..
the way i gasped so loud when i saw this OMGOMG
okay so, idk if you’re wanting PURE ANGST for this but like i’ll add fluff at the end anyway bc the more the merrier😇😁😁
OKAY SO UMM..i’m a procrastinator, it’s no secret. so uhh chigiris will be posted when i remember to work on it, sorry😭
“are you serious?” “you’re..kidding, right?”
chigiri hyoma and rin itoshi x reader (seperate) click here for chigiri’s
tags/warnings: angst to comfort, swearing, arguing, NOT PROOFREAD…
synopsis: if he’s so insistent on you being there to support him, why doesn’t he do the same?
a/n: i am SO SORRY this took so long </3 i got busy but this request is soo..chefs kiss i hope i did it justice😓
RIN ITOSHI—
the faint mumbles from the tv filled rin’s apartment as you made a quick snack to eat, knowing your boyfriend should be home any minute. you sat down on the couch to eat, turning the tv volume up as background noise while you looked out the window. it faced a gorgeous view of your city, along with a nice view of the sunset.
after some time, you were back in the kitchen to clean up a bit.
*click*
the jingling of keys indicated rin was home, a tad later that usual but you payed no mind to it.
“hey,” you smiled, “welcome home, how was practice?” arms wrapping around his neck as he set his bag down, taking his shoes off. his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, planting a kiss on your temple.
“eh, same as always. those lukewarm lunatics don’t know what they’re doing”
you hummed in response, rin pulling away from you to look you in the eye. he spoke again. “we have a game in a few days. you’re going, right?” it sounded more like a demand than a question.
“oh uh about that” you broke eye contact, a twinge of nervousness tainted your face. “i was given an extra shift at work so i’ll be swamped, i don’t think i’ll be able to make it, sorry”
his before softened gaze now pierced right through you, full of annoyance. “really? i thought you’d want to come to my games.” his arms left your torso and flopped to his side, lower back resting on the counter.
“i do! i always do..rin you know this, i go to your games when i can but lately i’ve just been more busy an-” you rambled.
he cut you off, “quit the excuses.”
“excuse me?” you replied, shocked at how his silver tongue was so quick to interrupt you.
“i get it. you’re busy. you don’t have to make up these half-baked excuses and try to make me feel better.” he moved from the counter, straightening his back and showing his full height, looking down on you as if you were less than him at that moment.
“excuses? rin, what the hell are you talking about? i’m being serious.” confusion swirled in your mind, what was up with him??
“you know, i never had these problems with *ex’s name*. she was always happy to come to my games. no excuses, no lies. every game, she was there. why can’t you be like that?” rin’s venom stained words singed into your brain, glints of annoyance pooled in his eyes. a twinge of guilt settled in his gut the minute those words spilled out of his mouth, but he payed no mind to it.
“what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, “are you fucking serious?”
how could he say that? sure, rin was petty and used bitter language when he was upset, but comparing you to his ex? that was a new low, even for him. after all of the crap you two talked about when mentioning both of your exes in the past, you’d assume he’d want absolutely nothing to do with her. right?
“why wouldn’t i be?” not once did his gaze leave your figure, was he serious? “she actually took my career seriously.”
you were beyond shocked, eyes narrowing as your brows knitted together. “invite her then.” you retorted. “maybe i will, maybe then i’ll have someone who actually supports me there.” he scoffed.
his words made your blood boil, eye twitching before you spoke again, “get out.” you gritted through your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your (his) sweater as to not lose your cool.
“what?” he scoffed, not expecting such a response (he really should have, what was he thinking??)
“did i fucking stutter? or is your skull too thick to hear what i have to say. get. out.”
the strikers face further scrunched, yet not moving an inch. “this is my apartment. if you’re upset, then leave.” he brushed past you without a single regret as to what he had said, not entirely believing you’d actually leave, where else did you have to go?
“fine then.” you slipped your shoes on while dialing a number on your phone before slamming the door, leaving the rin to sit with his thoughts. you had much, much more to say, but the thought of having to stay in the same vicinity as you made your stomach churn.
who did you call? why, your best friend of course, who else would you trust with this information. sure, rin’s teammates weren’t bad people to open up to, but you needed someone who could understand your feelings through angry sobs and incoherent mumbles.
it was only a matter of time before you were sat on yours friends bed, angry tears burning your cheeks as you rambled on about how dumb your boyfriend was.
“break up with him” your friend mumbled, only half joking. “me personally, i wouldn’t stay with a man, nah, a BOY who brings up his ex when he’s mad..”
you lifted your head from the tear stained pillow to meet your friend’s gaze. “yeah but……ugh i hate when you’re right” your sentence ending with a laugh
“i’m kidding..kind of” she sneered “either way, screw him, ghost his ass until he comes crying at your doorstep”
“what??” you shot up from your position, now almost on top of your friend. she was faced you, a more serious expression painting her face
“seriously though, you shouldn’t have to deal with that shit [n/n], he has the be the one to apologize.” you nodded in response, good thing your friend had a bit more common sense than you did in that moment.
“yeah, you’re right, thanks”
“any time, now do you wanna stay here or are you good to go home?”
“i’ll stay here and bug you more”
“okay then” she laughed out, the two of you now laying on the bed on your backs, staring at the ceiling
• { time skip - two days later } •
the radio silence that came from rin was like torture, did he not care? not a single text or phone call, not even a message given from one of his teammates. it was hard to stay positive.
sure, he deserved the silent treatment, but he was your boyfriend. his company single-handedly made your days better. being separated because of a fight that he didn’t want to resolve was stupid.
your friend tried taking you out today to get your mind off of the situation. it was going well, up until you walked into your favorite cafe.
you were met with a face you were too familiar with. rin’s. his eyes widened in disbelief and he twitched, almost as if he was about to run after you. and so you and your friend took one good look at him and immediately left. if the argument was going to be resolved, it wasn’t going to be in a public cafe.
your friend pushed you by the shoulders as you both shuffled out of the doors, you pulling out your phone to find another place to go to at the same time.
“shit.” was the only thing that rin had managed to mutter out as he saw the two of you running away from the cafe. it’s not that he wanted to avoid you. it’s that he was ashamed. he was scared that nothing he would say would amount to enough of an apology for what he said.
rin was scared that this was the end of you two. his worst fears of losing the one person he knew loved and understood him were coming true and is was his fault. the past few days were filled with doubt and regret, his teammates even noticing his practices were depleting.
the rest of the day came and went, your friend dropped you off back at your apartment where you collapsed on the couch, left with your thoughts once again. you were about to just pass out on your couch and ditch work the next morning, like you have been for the past few days.
that was until you heard a frantic knock on your door, jolting you awake. your worried expression dropped to one of annoyance and bitterness; it was rin. but, he looked different. his usually blank expression was now one of exhaustion and hurt.
he’d been..crying?
your eyes widened in confusion, you opened your mouth to tell him to leave before he cut you off.
“i’m sorry” he blurted out
he was looking down to you, except it was much different than before. rin looked desperate, his eye contact only further confirmed it.
he reached his hand out to place it on your shoulder, hesitating. you opened the door to let him in, sitting on the edge of your couch next to each other.
“i’m so sorry [name].”
“i know.”
“it was stupid, you mean so much to me and i..i ruined it.”
“i know.”
“please, you don’t need to forgive me now i just…”
he paused. rin’s head moved to look at the ground.
“i just need to know you won’t leave me. you can ignore me for as long as you’d like and i’d understand. but just…please i need you back” he begged, small tears brimming at his eyes, what a rare sight to see.
silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn’t like the comfortable silences you’ve shared before. it was tense and awkward.
“okay” your voice was barely above a whisper, “i won’t leave you, i think we both know that” you say with a smile.
rin looked back up at you, eyes wide, full of hope and relief.
“but listen i…” the moonlight only further highlighted just how much the two of you had been crying
“it’s gonna take some time. that was really fucked up, you know that?”
“yeah..yeah i know. i’m sorry. you’re nothing like her i-”
“i know.”
the two of you were now looking at each other, faces flushed from crying and relief. the silence was comfortable again.
“let’s just..go to sleep, yeah? we can talk about it in the morning, i think we both could discuss better afterwards” you offered, leaning closer to the armrest of your couch as you were too tired to go to your bed
rin hummed back in response, laying on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. your hands found their way to his hair, heartbeats practically synchronizing.
“you know..i’m still not going to your game” you whispered, peeking one eye open to watch your boyfriend. he smiled, “i know” a laugh spilled out of his mouth before you both fell asleep.
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countertop - nick sturniolo
in which you bend nick over the counter
warning: smut!
nick x male reader
based off of this request !
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The smell of food filled the air, creating a sweet aroma in the house. Nick was currently stirring the pasta, making sure it was cooked all the way. You stood at the counter, dicing the tomatoes for the sauce. A silence filled the room as the two of you continued to chef up dinner.
Although Nick was too embarrassed to admit it, he had been in the mood all day. He occasionally stole desperate glances at you, hoping you would get the hint and do something, but he was unlucky all day.
Before he could stop himself, he made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your body. "It's getting hard to focus on the pasta when all I want is for you to fuck me," he whispered into your ear. His breath tickled your skin, making you softly gasp. You set the knife down, turning so you were face to face with Nick.
"Yeah?" you teased. He mumbled a response under his breath, making you grab onto his waist. You pulled him closer, connecting your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands found their way into your hair, tugging at the strands, making you groan into his mouth. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue in, exploring your mouth.
When the kiss started to heat up, you pulled away, a string of saliva falling from your lips. The two of you were out of breath, lips slightly swollen. You slid one of the hands that was on his waist up to his back, making him bend over the counter. Your other hand still rested on his waist, harshly gripping onto his skin. You leaned over his body so you could whisper in his ear. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" He nodded at you, a small whimper coming from his lips, making you smirk.
You put your focus back on his lower half, slapping his asscheek, before kneading the skin in your hand. Slowly, you pulled his pants down, your fingers grazing his skin. Chills went down his spine as you barely touched him, making you smirk to yourself. "So needy, huh?"
"Mhm," he mumbled. He turned his head to look at you, eyes full of desperation.
"I'll take care of you, baby. Don't worry."
Your fingers found the zipper on your pants, pulling it down. Soon enough, you were completely bare on your lower half. You spit into your hand, using it as a lubricant. You stroked yourself a few times, your head slightly falling from the pleasure.
You slowly pushed yourself into Nick, gripping tightly onto his hips. A low groan left his mouth as you bottomed out, causing you to bite your bottom lip.
The grip on his hips got tighter as you began to thrust into him. “F-fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“Am I making you feel good, baby?” He moaned a response, making you smirk to yourself.
Your hands eventually grabbed onto his, pulling them back, making his back arch even more. This new angle had the two of you letting out loud moans, getting you closer to your orgasm.
“Fuck, Nick,” you breathed out. You let go of his hands, making him fall back onto the counter. You gripped back onto his hips as you moved faster, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room.
“I’m gonna cum,” Nick whined out.
You snaked your hand around his throat, pulling him up towards your chest. Your lips found his neck, gently biting at the skin. This double pleasure was enough to send Nick over the edge. With a few more deep thrusts, white ropes of cum were shooting from his cock, shaky moans leaving his mouth. You weren’t far behind him, pulling out to cum on his back.
“Fuck,” Nick sighed as he turned around. His chest was rapidly rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath. He took your jaw in his hand, connecting your lips in a kiss.
It was safe to say that the pasta was now burnt, allowing you to go straight to desert.
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a/n: sorry it took me so long to write this…i am a procrastinator 😪😪
#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo fanfic#nick sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#nick sturniolo smut#nick sturniolo x you#nick sturniolo x reader#nic sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo x reader#nicolas sturniolo
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*INHALES*
Hi there! I’m a really REALLY big fan of your writting and I happened to write a few Moriarty fanfics and writtings too!
This is actually me new tumblr acount on my new phone cause my old phone is broken and my mom wouldn’t let me fix it again cause I already have a new phone.
I write my first moriarty headcanon’s here https://www.tumblr.com/aisyahstar123/736408203205771264/moriarty-back-scratches-headcanons
(As you can probably tell I’m Aisyahstar123, it’s a long blog and I never change the name)
So if you’re still closed, please just ignore this.
But can I politely, kindly request some Moriarty brother’s with a S/O that likes to scratch their back? I always have a things for back scratches.
Back Scratches Headcanons
Albert, William, and Louis James Moriarty
A/N: EYYYYY FELLOW WRITER! 🙌 thank you so much!! 🥰 I'm sorry to hear about your phone, though... But I enjoyed reading your headcanons! I'm not sure if this is good but I hope you like it 😅 Also, I apologize for the inconsistent updates! I'm not sure if it's laziness, procrastination, seasonal depression, or something else
Albert James Moriarty
He was taken aback when you first suggested it.
Not that he found it weird. Just wasn't expecting it.
The first time you scratched his back, he flinched a little from your touch but slowly got used to it and relaxed.
He will never admit it to you, but he felt ticklish at some spots and tried his best to hide his reaction.
You noticed how his muscles tensed whenever your fingers reached his sides but decided to keep it to yourself.
Now, he LOVES your back scratches.
He likes to listen to your voice while lying on his stomach and your nails scratching his back.
Don't expect much of a reply from him while you scratch his back because he's most likely dozing off.
Especially if he was tired or had a hard time at work.
You could be reciting the dictionary, and he won't complain. He just likes listening to you while you're scratching his back.
His favorite position is his head on your lap, hugging your waist while you scratch his back.
Or any other position where he has his arms around you.
He might ask you to scratch his back every time he comes back home, especially when he's gone for days to weeks.
He offered to give you back scratches as well, but they usually end up with him tickling your sides.
At some point, it became a habit for you to scratch his back before bed, helping him relax and fall asleep.
William James Moriarty
When you first suggested it to William, he had some reservations but eventually agreed.
When you first did it, you noticed how he would tense against your touch, but he slowly got used to it.
When he noticed you trying to tickle him, he immediately grabbed your hand with a smirk, warning if you do that again, he'll retaliate tenfold.
Safe to say, you didn't try to do that again.
It took him some time to get used to it, but now, he loves them.
Whenever you suggest giving him one, he says yes.
However, he usually lets you do it when you're alone or somewhere private.
He'll guide your hands or tell you if he wants you to scratch him somewhere.
He's much more of an active conversationalist than Albert, humming in response or asking you questions so you can continue talking to him while you scratch his back.
He likes having you scratch his back before he's about to nap, helping him relax while he enjoys your touch.
He also loves giving your back scratches.
However, he might try to tickle you. Especially when he's been very busy or away from you.
But most of the time, he likes seeing you relax while he's scratching your back.
His favorite is when you're lying on his chest while he's scratching your back and vice versa, talking about your day.
He might unconsciously run his fingers across your back while you're cuddling.
Louis James Moriarty
It's gonna be a while until you convince him.
When you suggested it, Louis' face became red, giving some excuse or running away, saying he had some chores left.
He'll avoid the topic as much as possible, feeling it was too intimate.
When you do convince him, he'll be nervous and tense the whole time.
He's pretty self-conscious the whole time, unsure how he should be, where his hands should go, or if he should talk or not make any noise while you scratch his back.
When you reach somewhere sensitive or touchy, he immediately jumps away with a red face and cuts it short.
Same reaction when he makes a noise he wasn't expecting.
After a while, he gets used to it and relaxes when you scratch his back.
Now, when you reach somewhere ticklish, he just moves away and grabs your hand, telling you not to touch him there with a shy face.
If he notices you keep trying to scratch him there, he immediately gets you back and tickles you.
He loves getting his back scratched after a long day, focusing on your touch while you talk to him about anything.
His favorite is when you both lie in bed while you scratch his back, especially when it's right before you both go to sleep.
When Louis offers to give you back scratches, he's very gentle at first. Not wanting to cut you with his fingers or hurt you.
When he gets used to it, he offers you back scratches if he notices you are stressed or irritated.
Or when you go to him to complain, he instinctively reaches to your back and lightly scratches it, sometimes just patting you and rubbing your back.
#yuukoku no moriarty x reader#moriarty the patriot x reader#albert moriarty x reader#william moriarty x reader#louis moriarty x reader#albert james moriarty x reader#william james moriarty x reader#louis james moriarty x reader#albert james moriarty#albert moriarty#william james moriarty#william moriarty#louis moriarty#louis james moriarty#headcanons
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NEIGHBORS
kinktober day five: sweat
pairing: doug remer x f! reader
summary: you have an attraction to your neighbor who walks his dog every day
genre: smut
word count: 2062
cw: fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex
author's note: finished this at like midnight last night because i procrastinated so much on it
Moving to Milwaukee was one of the worst decisions you could’ve made. I mean you grew up there so deep down it was home, but when you finally moved away it was like fresh air. Only for you to be stuck moving back when you realized living in a bigger city would be too much on your own, so your parents helped you find a small rental house and helped you move back home.
The most interesting part about moving back, although you hated to admit it, was the fact that you could sit outside and watch your neighbor walk his dog every day. You didn’t know his name but around the same time every day, your neighbor from a few houses down would walk his rottweiler around the block, giving you a chance to sneak a peek at him. Sometimes he would walk him with a tank top, sometimes a baggy shirt, but most of the time because of the Summer heat, he’d walk shirtless.
Over time you started to get less secretive when you would wait for him to pass by. What started as the occasional peek through the blinds, became a sitting on your porch pretending to enjoy the fresh air.
You’d watch as he’d walk by, usually with a pair of headphones connected to a walkman as the brown curls on his hair bounced with every step. Sometimes he’d whistle so you were able to know what he was listening to but others he’d walk in silence.
You always thought about maybe going over to introduce yourself, or making it so you would have to talk to him some way or another, but mostly you just watched. But today you decided to try something different.
The temperature was pushing 100 degrees today so you decided to walk out to your yard in nothing but the smallest bikini you could find in your drawers before taking a towel and laying it on the grass, sunbathing on top.
You lie on your stomach, pretending to read a book through your sunglasses, constantly looking between the pages and your watch, checking the time anxiously.
And then, there he was. White basketball shorts that sat low on his hips, no shirt so you could see his waist. and his lower back dimples when he’d turn around. You continued to pretend to read from your book as you glanced over the pages, watching him.
It didn’t take long before he noticed you too, practically stopping in his tracks as he didn’t hide his staring. You decided to make a show of it, putting down the book before sitting up on your knees, stretching your arms as you did so.
When you opened your eyes from the stretch you suddenly saw his dog, charging full force at you making you squeal slightly before the dog jumped on you, smothering your face with dog kisses. You started to giggle as you pet the dog before your neighbor ran across the street yelling the dog’s name as he did.
“I’m sorry about him. He doesn’t really like people except for me and my roommate.” He told you, laughing as he grabbed the leash to his dog. “Oh it’s okay he’s nothing but a big sweetheart. What’s his name?”
“Mr.Yes.” He told you proudly, making you raise an eyebrow.
“Mr.Yes?”
“Long story,” He paused as the dog pulled away from you, standing next to the man’s legs before he crouched down meeting eye level with you, “I’m Remer. Well Doug Remer but everyone just calls me Remer.”
Doug Remer.
“Nice to meet you, Remer. I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, holding out your hand for him to take. It didn't take him long before he took your hand in his, giving it a firm shake.
“I haven't seen you around before. Are you new to the area?” He asked, looking around slightly before returning his gaze back to you.
“Milwaukee? No. The neighborhood? Yeah I just moved a couple months ago. Kind of keep to myself. After all, I do live alone.”
“Alone? No boyfriend in the picture?”
You shook your head in response, subtly playing with one of the strings on your bikini top that ties it in the front, “Nope. Just me all by myself. What about you? Girlfriend?”
Remer took his attention away from your chest, not doing the best at hiding his stare, “No just me and my roommate Coop. Not that we’re together. He’s a guy and I’m not into guys in that way.” He scoffed lightly at the end of his sentence.
“You should definitely come over some time then. Maybe we can have a drink and get to know each other?” You asked, biting your bottom lip, letting your eyes roam his torso. I mean if he could stare at you, then why couldn’t you do the same for him.
“Well if you’re free today I can finish the walk for him and then come back over. If that’s okay with you of course.” He asked, slowly standing up before you followed, standing up straight as well. “Sure that sounds great actually.”
“I’ll see you soon then.” He responded, giving you a big smile as you noticed the large gap in between his two teeth. Not that you minded it was actually cute to look at.
“See you soon.”
You watched as he turned around, the occasion glance over his shoulder as he walked away continuing his walk.
——
You didn’t take long after Remer left to go inside and clean yourself up a little before changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Shortly after you were finished getting ready and tidying up, you heard a knock on the door.
You took one last look at yourself before you walked to the door and opened it to reveal Remer. The look of him made you freeze for just a moment. It was clear he finished the walk and headed over without even putting on a shirt. You couldn’t help but stare at the beads of sweat that rested on his chest, the way his skin glistened ever so slightly.
“Come in.” You quickly told him, trying to peel your eyes away but you found it hard to.
Remer walked past you as you shut the door behind him, “You have a pretty nice house. I like the decorations.”
You watched as Remer looked around, occasionally pausing for a moment as he looked at a different picture before shrugging and moving onto another.
“How long have you lived in Milwaukee?” You asked, moving to the couch before sitting down. Remer turned to look at you before walking over to the couch himself to sit next to you, “I grew up here. Me and Coop, my roommate, grew up being close to one another so after high school we ended up moving into our own house. Not as easy as we thought it would be though.”
“You’re telling me,” You spoke softly with a small laugh before looking at Remer again, seeing the confused look on his face, “I moved to a bigger city for a little bit before realizing it wasn’t the best and moved back here.”
“So you’re kind of like a city girl then?”
You giggled slightly, “I guess I am. Or more like was.”
He shrugged, “I for one really like city girls. Or past ones.”
You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, “Oh really?”
He nodded, a smile on his face as he looked at you. You quickly adjusted yourself on the couch slightly, grabbing the remote. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something?”
“Or something..” He mumbled under his breath but just loud enough to where you could still kind of hear him.
“What was that?” You asked, turning your attention back to him. He continued holding eye contact with you, shrugging a bit as he looked at you. “Or something.”
You watched as his hand moved slightly closer to you, causing your heart to race. It didn’t take long before you felt Remer move close to you, caressing your face before putting his lips to yours.
The beating of your heart felt like it was beating so fast that it would explode. You felt Remer’s hands run down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as the two of you kissed. His tongue ran across your lips, begging for an entrance in which you granted, allowing his tongue to roam the inside of your mouth.
You let your handles tangle themselves into Remer’s hair, the curls wrapping around your fingers, getting close enough to him so your chests were pressed against one another.
Remer leaned you back on the couch, keeping your lips attached as he hovered over you, moving his hand from your waist to your thigh, gripping it as his other hand moved to the arm of the couch above you, using it to prop himself up.
He pulled away, keeping his eyes locked on yours, “I um..did you wanna stop?”
You shook your hand, moving your own hands from his hair to his face, caressing it as you felt the stubble underneath your palms, “No I want this.”
He nodded with a small smirk before leaning down to kiss you once more, letting his hand trail up to the waistband of your shorts before giving them a small tug, pulling them down to your ankles.
His lips started to leave kisses along your inner thighs as he looked up at you, “You know something?” Remer asked before he used his hand to slide your panties to the side, using his fingers to rub at your clit.
“W-What?” You moaned out, gasping under his touch.
“I’ve seen you watching me on my walks. I just didn’t know how to talk to you.” He spoke before dipping his fingers in between your folds, making you arch your back. You felt almost embarrassed by the fact he noticed you but too overwhelmed now to have any other emotion than what was going on in the moment.
He curled his fingers causing you to arch your back slightly, letting out another moan. As Remer pulled out his fingers you let out a small whine but it didn’t last long before he soon pulled off your panties completely, quickly pulling off his shorts to reveal the lack of boxers from underneath.
You couldn’t help but look at his length, you watched him as he wiped off the bit of precum off the tip before stroking himself a few times.
He kneeled between your legs, positioning his tip along your entrance as he stroked himself a few more times, before he slid his length in. He gasped as he slid in before letting out a soft whine, the sound of him sending chills throughout you.
He started thrusting slowly and carefully, pinning your arms above your head. Your toes curled from the feeling as he continued thrusting, him pausing every few thrusts as he would hit your g spot.
“Fuck,” he whined out, putting his lips to yours once more. The two of you were moaning messes into the kiss.
You wrapped your legs around his waist as his thrusts quickened. The room started to smell from the two of you, your sweat building up with the quicker he went, your face starting to heat up as you saw Remer’s curls stick to his forehead.
His eyes were scrunched together while his mouth parted, his grip still tight on your hands above you.
“Doug I’m so close,” You breathed out, your body heat just growing more.
“Come for me.”
It didn’t take long after that before you came. Your toes curling once more, as your back arched, the feeling of his thrusts starting to slow as you came around his cock.
Remer pulled out shortly after, pulling his hand away from yours as he stroked himself a couple times. You watched as the liquid spewed from his tip, the drops landing on your stomach as they did.
Your eyes flicked from his cock to his face, seeing the way he whined, the way he shuddered as he came.
When he finished, his eyes fluttered back open as he looked at you, the sweat beads dripping down his face and body, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“That was…”
“Amazing?”
“Yeah..”
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Hello, Wii :)
So… I recently finished my wish list script for the void, and now I can finally access the void state.
However, it took me months to finish this blessed script, maybe I have an extreme perfectionist touch, or maybe I just wanted to make sure I live my best life, or… maybe unconsciously I just wasn’t ready to go through this change and used to the new and so I was looking for a way to postpone so much because it scared me deep down despite everything…
It turns out, a few days ago I realized that since I met the void, my biggest impediment in accessing it has been myself.
All this time I procrastinated so much, and of course, I do not blame myself (since I have a health problem that causes me extreme indisposition and also went through terrible things), but anyway, it all made me see that nothing prevents me if not myself, And that yes, I’m able to do that when I want and I’m ready.
I also realized something else, this whole time I not only procrastinated, but also unconsciously was not able to change.
I always wanted so much to access the void, but unconsciously I was never really prepared for a big change, after all, it is a shift from consciousness to a life totally opposite to the one I have now, and it’s a lot of information.
It took me a long time to understand and recognize this, but now I’m getting used to the idea of changing and having a whole new life because I deserve it, and I realize it.
So I decided that today I will finally allow myself to access the void and let it flow.
I do not intend to use methods, because I believe consciousness is God and does not need them, but I also believe that methods can be useful and can help the body and mind feel comfortable and calm in a moment of tension, anxiety, and logical mind.
So I will only use methods if I have relaxation difficulties, or in case my body and mind feel tense or anxious at the time.
I think everyone has their beautiful and different journey towards the void state, so the "right" path can be relative and individual for each one, so I wish success for all of us, and that we can all access the void as soon as possible with peace and tranquility🤍
Wii, having read some of your posts calmed me down a lot about the void state and made me see that it’s easy and encouraged me, so thank you, you’re amazing!
Note: Sorry if the writing is not good, it is not my native language ^_^
~Kisses❣️
THIS IS AMAZING!!!! Yeah the change is something i also used to struggle with but then i realised i deserve that life of my dreams! Now i can actually have it and so can anyone else 💗 I’m so excited for you.
Also your english is good!
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hi!!!!! im new but ive read a lot of your work and its amazing!!
anyway, i was wondering if you could write a either hurt comfort or childhood friends to lovers, as a cc!tommy x fem!reader ?
it would mean a lot thank you !!! 🩷🩷
Why not both? Cue evil grin, mwahaha ;)
ALSO! I’m back with that mcyt stuff!!
Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader
Fighting Friends
You’ve known Tommy for as long as you can remember. Apparently memory formation starts when you’re about 6, so you knew there was a time before him, but it certainly didn’t feel like it.
There’s a photo on your desk, framed with a cheap plastic frame. Both of you as kids, him wearing sunglasses and holding a Nerf gun up to your head as you’re caught in the act of stabbing him with a foam sword (he shot you in the forehead after the photo). The picture just about sums up your guys’ relationship. It doesn’t need to be worth a thousand words, just two: fucking chaos.
Or, that’s what you two normally were.
It was a stupid argument, even you knew that. A silly remark you took too hard, something that stung too deep. He said it during a vlog, too. A quip about rather dying than dancing with you. And with those few words, you stupid crush-addled heart shriveled up and was shot through.
So you had retaliated with a poor jab, and he didn't get it, and it all blew up in your faces. To the point where your messages have sat empty for three whole days. There's no "GET ON MC" message from him, no impromptu "Movie now." Just pure radio silence.
And you hate it.
You loved Tommy. Adored the hell out of him, unfortunately for you. And not just because you had a traitorous little crush. He's your best friend. The type of person you always knew would be there.
Right up until he wasn't.
It’s funny how much colder it seems to be now that he’s gone. Winter’s blowing in, like it was just waiting for him to vanish from your life before taking over. It leaves piles of snow that you dredge through to get to your favorite cafe, braving the wind chill just for a semblance of comfort.
You used to go here nearly daily with Tommy, making you dependent on the warm atmosphere that you haven’t been in since five days ago. Have you mentioned how much you hate fighting with Tommy? The disruption to routine, the fucking ache in your heart…
It’s a bit pathetic, honestly. But that’s simply what you are without him. One half of a soul.
The bell chimes, and you drag yourself over to your normal table and pull out your laptop. Even when your world stops, the actual world keeps spinning, meaning you have work to do.
“Hey sweetheart. No shadow?” Your head jerks up, instinctively smiling at Laura, the aged worker who always serves you.
“Not today.” You sigh. “He’s… busy.”
“Too busy for you?” Her eyebrows raise. “That boy will show up eventually for you.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh, trust me, hon. He’s got those eyes when he looks at you.”
Hell if you know what that means, but you smile at her anyway.
“Want your usual?” She asks.
“Just a water.” You shake your head, the idea of a hot chocolate without Tommy seeming just sad.
Laura nods then heads off as you turn your attention back to your laptop. In the bottom right corner a Discord notification pops up from Wilbur, but you ignore it without even reading the message. You can respond to him later, which you’ll probably do at night while in bed. Procrastinating sleep, per usual.
A mug is set in front of you—definitely not water—making you look up at Laura in confusion. Hot chocolate, complete with your usual whipped cream.
“I—“
“Someone else ordered it for you.” She answers before you can even ask, a sparkle in her eye. Before she steps away, she leans closer and whispers, “I told you that boy adores you.”
Your eyes scan the surrounding area, seeing Tommy almost instantly. Blond hair messed up, his favorite hoodie and jeans on. He makes his way to you, looking sheepish.
“I’m sorry.” He blurts out the second he’s close enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Laura step away. “I was an idiot, and I shouldn’t have said half the fucking things I did—“
“At least sit down.” You interrupt, knowing damn well he’d stand there and apologize all day.
Almost instantly, he drops into the chair across from you. You quietly close your laptop, leaving the two of you staring at each other in awkward silence.
“You ordered me hot chocolate.” You say just to break the quiet.
He ducks his head. “You always get it.”
The acknowledgment that you didn’t want to get it without him hangs in the air.
“What’ve you been up to?” You ask politely. Small talk is strained and stupid; you’ve never had to do this with him before.
“Recording and shit. Made a mod video with Schlatt and Wil and Jack. You?”
You drink your hot chocolate while the two of you talk, the argument hanging heavy over your heads like a storm cloud. When you finish the drink, there’s some unspoken consensus that you’ll leave together, him stepping ahead to hold the door for you.
“I scrapped that vlog, by the way.” He’s saying, referencing the one you had filmed with him. “Wasn’t enough content to put in a video.”
“I’m sorry.” You say, frowning, knowing that it was your argument that had made it such a short filming session.
“Why the fuck are you sorry?” He asks, staring at you like you’re an alien. “I’m the one who made that argument a whole fucking thing.”
“You?” You echo. “That was definitely on me, I was so snappish!”
“Bullshit, I started it!”
“In what fucking world did you start it? That was me, Tom, I acted like a little bitch about that one—“
You’re silenced by something, warmth covering your lips before it’s gone as quick as it was there. It’s not until he’s four steps back that you realize what just happened.
He kissed you. He fucking kissed you.
“Fuck— I didn’t— I didn’t meant to do that!” He exclaims, eyes wide. “I mean— Wil told me to just go for it, but I told him he was fucking insane man, I didn’t— I keep fucking this up, don’t I?”
“…so that was an apology kiss?” You ask, confused.
“What? No! I meant I was sorry for kissing you without, Y’know, asking.” His cheeks flush, and it’s not until someone shoves past you that you realize you’ve both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
“It’s… it’s fine. Okay, I mean.” You say, almost positive your cheeks are the same shade as his.
Tommy nods. “So I didn’t totally fuck this up?”
“I think you fucked it up a long time ago, Tom. I’m doing charity work sticking around you.”
He laughs, elbowing you as you start walking. “I’m the one doing charity work! I’m a fucking millionaire, you should be paying to be in my presence!”
“Oh, yeah, you kissed me for charity too, huh?”
“Wha— well I— that—“
You laugh loudly, having to look away from him to catch your breath. This was your Tommy, this was what you missed.
“Oh, you asshole!” He groans. “Fine! It was fucking charity, how about that?”
Shrugging, you can’t help your grin. “Just don’t make it charity next time.”
His steps falter, but when you look over at him he’s beaming. “Deal.” He announces, but doesn’t make a move to kiss you again.
“…are you not going to—“
“I have to surprise you. That way it’s fun.”
Oh boy.
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The Relationship Experience - four
part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe
three.
It was Friday.
Babies had been born, threenagers refused to sleep, and the world kept spinning but it was finally D-Day. Your first date with Rooster was approaching and you had no idea what was coming. Hard to say his last text didn’t exactly expel any confusion.
Rooster 🐓: This is super late notice, but I need you to wear something comfy tonight. I can’t wait to see you. I’ll be there at 7 x
Looking at the dress freshly steamed in the bathroom, you panicked. It certainly didn’t look like it fit the comfy bill, but it filled the ‘wine me, dine me, fuck me’ bill…
It had been a day: the majority of it spent primping and priming yourself, and fuck,you were exhausted. But you were brought to a halt, thinking you were prepared until Rooster’s text told you not to go too OTT. Your new shoes - you know, the ones that might not see the electric bill be paid this month - laughed raucously at you. Heading back to your cupboard, you considered how to casual down the drape dress you were certain of only moments earlier.
Really, the heels were the star and Rooster could fucking piggyback you if it didn’t suit his first date aesthetic, you deliberated indignantly.
“It’s not like he’s going to take you to a hoedown,” you reasoned to yourself, knowing that the outfit and shoes were going to happen regardless of his requests. Rooster would tell you if it was completely inappropriate. But right now, all you wanted to do was make his head explode. He wasn’t going to be far away, and you needed to knock his socks off when you answered the door. Procrastinating and talking yourself out of an amazing outfit wasn’t going to help you –
Hearing the faint knock at the front door, you paused. There was no way he was this early… it was a few minutes to 7pm and you were needing every single moment he had promised you, and maybe a few more. Still half-dressed and shoeless, you weren’t going to take the air out of his sails in your flannelette dressing gown. “Fuckkk,” you whined, hearing him knock again.
You breathed, needing to center yourself.
“Okay, he will just have to wait,” you acknowledged as you walked to the door, giddy to see him for the first time in days. You opened it with a smile, hiding behind the protection of the dense wood. “Hi,” you said as he bit back a grin. He looked so fucking delicious. Linen navy blue dress shirt rolled to his tanned forearms, camel khakis, brown boots, freshly shaved, smelling incredible. “You look fetching,” you teased.
“Thank you,” the tips of his ears flushed. “Are you dressed back there?” he tried to take a cheeky peek. Pushing back the door, you presented yourself as he chuckled quietly. “I’m either early or you took my ‘wearing something comfy’ literally…” his voice laced deeply with mirth.
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re early,” you confirmed. “Sorry, I just have to change. Come in?”
“Sure,” he gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek as he passed. “Cute,” he mocked your get-up as you rolled your eyes; you weren’t supposed to be cute. “Just give me a few minutes. Go make yourself comfy,” you said, ducking back to your bedroom and inhaling sharply. You put the dressing gown back on the hook behind the door and gave yourself a once over in the mirror of the lingerie you’d picked for the night. Not your usual style, but it cost a pretty penny and if he didn’t cum in his pants the moment he saw it, that was on him because it felt incredible against your skin. And not one to toot your own horn, but you could admit this worked for you.
Running through some scenarios in your head, you went for your heels first, not knowing how simple it would be to put them on after the dress. Sandals buckled,you slipped the dress over your shoulders, finding the hidden buttons. “Okay. End him,” you hyped yourself barely above a whisper, pointing at yourself in the mirror. “Wait, no - don’t endhim. Make him really happy to see you,” you corrected yourself.
Grabbing your clutch, you cautiously entered the living room. He’d poured himself a glass of scotch (okay. So, you’d thought ahead and brought him a bottle. Clearly, he found it), sipping it as you came into his eye line.
“Made yourself comfortable now, hmmm -”
He looked up. “Oh, shit,” he stammered and you were before him. “You look incredible.”
Giving him a tense shrug, you replied, “Am I overdressed? Your text kind of…” you dreaded the answer because there was no backup.
“Well,” he considered it for a moment before a strict, “No,” escaped his lips. “You’re…”
“I hope this sentence ends well,” you bit back your smile.
“You’re everything.”
And again, with just a couple of words from Bradley, your heart raced.He stepped towards you and gave you his hand to twirl under, his gaze not missing an inch of your body.
“Fuck,” he guided you into his arms and kissed you gently, not wanting to wear your lipstick. “I can’t formulate the words.”
“That must be difficult for you,” you said smartly, taking his glass and a sip (it was still hard to take, but he seemed to appreciate the effort you made to enjoy what he did) as he smiled wide. The tension was fever pitch and if he touched you just right, there wouldn’t be a date at all. Whatever he demanded, you’d deliver dutifully. “I thought you were taking me on a date?” you gently reminded him.
Blinking back to you, Rooster nodded. “I’m just trying to not ruin everything.”
“What do you mean?”
“By ditching our plans and just taking you right here.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I feel exactly the same,” you confided, heat creeping to your face.
“Well, we got the sexual tension down,” he joked, and you smiled. “For what it’s worth, you do look beautiful. I’m finding it a little hard to concentrate,” his eyes boldly took in every curve, while his hand gripped your hip in urgency.
You laughed soundlessly as the hand that still held yours drew around you, his palm flat against your lower back. “You look handsome yourself, Bradley.”
He hummed, staring at your lips and licked his own in anticipation. “If we don’t leave now, we never will,” he reminded himself more than you.
“Okay,” you took another sip before he finished the glass in a single gulp and placed the tumbler on the coffee table, guiding you by hand to the door. You loved being led by him, watching his shoulders and back move fluidly, he let you lock up and directed you to his pride and joy, his Bronco. It didn’t impress you much, but it seemed to make him happy. He opened the passenger door and helped you step in, a strong hand firmly on your hip. You didn’t need the assistance; you were perfectly capable of getting in yourself, but you figured he was looking for an excuse to touch you. While you buckled up, he scooted to the driver’s side and hopped in.
“All good?” he asked.
“Not my first time buckling up,” you retorted gently.
“I can see that,” he huffed a laugh. “Just making sure, it’s a bit glitchy.”
“Worked fine for me,” you shrugged, giving it a secure wiggle. “Hey, Bradley?”
He hummed, raising an eyebrow, and starting the engine. “Yep?”
“If I forget to tell you later… I had a wonderful time tonight,” you gently grasped his thigh, his eyes watching the movement closely.
He smiled and leaned across to kiss you, your lipstick marking him, and you smoothed it away with your thumb. “It’s only getting started.”
And you didn’t know if he meant tonight, or forever, but it sure as hell felt like good things were coming. Very good things.
Parking at the beach, Rooster gave you a friendly smile as the sun was starting to set. You both unbuckled and he jogged around to the passenger side while you grabbed your purse, a little shocked to see him opening the door for you.
Oh, shit. He really was holding on to this gentleman's schtick, which you weren’t prepared for. “Thank you,” you said as he offered his hand. Looking towards the restaurant across the road, he shook his head, steering your gaze towards the sand. Oh, no.
“Down there,” he said. Spotting nothing in particular, even if he promised the unexpected, getting drunk on the beach with him would still be all kinds of incredible. “As sexy as those heels are, do you want to wear them in the sand?” he interrupted your thoughts.
Ducking your eyes to the heels that were already giving you hell and you’d only been in them an hour, you smiled, uncertainly. “Let me take them off.”
“I’ll help you,” he offered, walking you to a nearby bench and helping you sit. He knelt to unstrap them, his palms pressing into your ankles, finding a pressure point and you were a puddle. Once both were done, he smiled, taking them in his hands so you could hold your clutch. “Can I ask what these shoes cost?”
You shook your head, meekly. “If I said a month of rent, would you believe me and not tell Grandpa?”
Rooster laughed. “Well, they’re worth every penny. They are very sexy.”
“I think you have a heel thing, Bradshaw,” you taunted. He laughed, standing back to his full height (so tall and handsome as hell) and took your hand. You loved how he laced your fingers between his, it felt so intimate the way his thumb tickled your palm.
“Nah, I just have a thing for you in heels.”
Not other women, you. He liked you in heels. “Where are we going?” you asked, noticing he hadn’t grabbed anything from the car, so he was either taking SD’s public booze warnings to heart, or you were going empty-handed.
The breeze off the water surprised you and you wrapped your arms around Rooster’s torso, which flooded your senses with his cologne. He took the hint and wrapped you under his arm, his hand resting comfortably on your hip, keeping your body close to his. You wandered on the warm sand a few hundred meters between families enjoying the last half an hour of the sun until it finally set. A glow flickered near a rock break to reveal a small professionally kitted fire pit with blankets and cushions laid out with a cute charcuterie board and champagne on ice. Extra blankets were to the side in case it got chilly, and some music player was hidden somewhere, playing something Motown-inspired but with the waves crashing and your senses overloaded, the music seemed irrelevant.
“Oh,” you said, slightly taken back. So, he was unapologetically romantic, and this was just out of this world. The sun was setting over the water in contrasts of purple, orange and pink and Jesus… it was perfect but there was no way he did this himself. You knew he was at work today. “You did good,” you whispered before you could stop it. He grinned, with a pleased nod. “Don’t think badly of me but I phoned it in,” he admitted. “Do you really like it?”
“This is beautiful,” you said, kissing him gently, catching him off guard but he smiled. “It’s a lovely thought. I’ve never had anyone do something like this for me before,” you kissed him again and he flushed slightly this time.
“Good, now you won’t forget it,” he rasped softly. “Champagne?” he asked, pulling the bottle out of the ice, and bringing the glasses closer. You nodded, spying on the familiar yellow label of your favourite. “Only the finest of plastic,” he muttered as you snorted.
“How’d you know about the champagne?”
“This wasn’t on me,” he laughed quietly, carefully popping the cork into his palm. “This is what came with the package.”
“Lucky you,” you said with a smile, as he poured and handed you a glass. “Thank you.”
Pouring his, he jammed the bottle back into the ice chest. “Cheers, sweet girl.”
You took an eager sip, the cool liquid welcome on your tongue. “So, what gave you this idea?” you asked as he kind of shrugged, moving to his knees and taking a seat facing the ocean, stretching his lean legs out before him. He offered you his calloused palm to sit with him, close to the food, and grabbed a grape in earnest. “Thank you,” you took back your hand to smooth the skirt of the dress from creeping any further upwards than what was considered proper.
“Well, you love the beach, the water. Tell me what’s better than the beach at sunset?”
“Being on the beach at sunset with you,” you told him earnestly.
“Oh,” he said. Sometimes your confidence overwhelmed him in the best possible ways, and he lived for it.
“This is special.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you like it,” he offered you his hand which you gladly gave him, and he kissed the back of it tenderly.
“How’s the champagne?” you nudged him as he took a wary sip. He’d told you he wasn’t a champagne guy but he raised a piqued eyebrow and nodded.
“This is actually not so bad.”
“Real champagne. I think the wedding the other night was trying to convince us they weren’t serving sparkling wine,” you scoffed.
“You know your stuff.”
“I know this,” your toes pointed to the bottle in question. Rooster laughed.
“God, I feel like I dodged a bullet,” he pretended to loosen his collar.
“You did good,” you promised him. He put his glass on the small stool and used the same hand to cup your cheek, adjusting his posture to look at you. He melted your soul with those eyes, and it pained you how he made it all seem so easy.
“I want to make you really happy, sweet girl,” he breathed and kissed you, softly. “I’ve enjoyed getting to know you better this week. Thought I knew all I needed to know and now I kind of feel like I don’t know anything.”
“Isn’t that what the getting-to-know-you part is?” you teased gently.
“I was pretty arrogant to not think about that,” he admitted as you grinned.
“You’ve probably learned a lot more about me that you didn't want to know.”
“I want to know everything, baby,” he said firmly. “I need to know everything. What makes you smile, what’s your favourite smell, what turns you on? All of it.”
You wanted to joke the answer to all those questions would probably be him, Bradley. You hummed, preferring to keep your trap shut. “I didn’t take you for a romantic, Rooster,” you declared.
“I don’t think I am a huge romantic,” he conceded. “I did want to put on a bit of a show for you, though. I want to impress you, make you feel special.”
“Well, consider me impressed,” you confided. But as gorgeous as the beach was in front of you, with the waves crashing violently on the shore, the sun disappearing behind the clouds and the colours of the sky gradually fading to black, thanks to the low light of the fire pit dancing across his features, all you could see was him.
And tonight, you knew, you were falling in love with Bradley Bradshaw.
He made you feel alive. You didn’t realise you were just bumbling along until he figuratively swept in and changed it all for the better. It was fast, it was sudden, and something that couldn’t be explained. You weren’t one to fall quickly, but he caught you each time you tripped.
“Can I tell you something?” you asked lowly.
“Anything,” he said, easing back on his forearms and watching you.
“I had a bit of a crush on you when we were kids.”
He grinned widely, his eyes lighting up. “Can I tell you something?” You nodded. “I knew,” he told you modestly.
“What?” you exclaimed as he chuckled quietly. You were mortified.
“You weren’t exactly subtle about it. You kind of gave me these puppy dog eyes every time I was around. You were a bit young for me though,” he reminded you. “What were you, 13, 14?”
“You were 17!” You wanted the ocean to drag you out and never be seen again. “I’m so embarrassed,” you laughed weakly.
“Don’t be. Feel vindicated!” He winked. “You’ve got me falling over myself for you now. You got what you wanted.”
You laughed a little louder. “You know, I had no idea about how you ever felt.”
“You forced yourself to deny it,” he corrected you, nudging you with his knee, and you looked at him with a slight frown. “You knew,” he continued.
You stayed silent for a moment, and there was no refuting it. Maybe you did know. You always acknowledged his sweetness, but never allowed yourself to think any more of it in case it led down a path that would ruin everything. “I guess I did.”
“Why didn’t you reciprocate?”
“Because I liked our friendship and keeping you at arm’s length when you do what you do seemed like a safer option. I know what’s at stake. What if I was wrong about you?” you asked softly. “Putting myself out there and having my suspicions confirmed? It would have crushed me.”
“So, you choose to close yourself off?”
“You did,” you reminded him.
“Um,” he raised a finger to correct you. “I shipped out.”
“How convenient,” you teased.
He nodded, licking his lip. “I suppose.”
“Was it just Nat asking you about the wedding?”
“I knew I was ready to do something to get your attention. It was good timing, I guess? But I just didn’t think… you were into me the way I was into you? And I’m still not sure you are… but I think you’re starting to believe that whatever this is between us is real.”
It was so sincere, and so right, that you kissed him again.
“This isn’t all too much for you, is it?” he asked slowly.
You shook your head. “No.”
“What’s changed?”
“You showed me what it could be like for us and I started to imagine it was possible.”
“It’s only getting started, baby,” he told you confidently, invading your space and he eased his body over yours, his palm under your head gently protecting you from getting too sandy. “I’m never gonna let anything happen to you, okay? Even if this nosedives, I’ll always be there for you.”
He watched you settle on his words and palmed your cheek before kissed you deeply.
“I’m so crazy about you,” he confided, your name falling like a mantra on his full lips.
There was no way he was ready to say the words that lingered on his tongue. Not yet, not tonight. He wasn’t that guy that tossed those words out freely. But he was certain of how he felt and when the moment was right, he’d let you know. And he was sure you’d return it with every fibre of his being.
It turned out to be a beautiful night. You had a few drinks, ate way too much delicious food, and shared a few cute stories with Rooster.
It wasn’t too deep, but the tone changed when he told you about his papers being pulled for the Academy, how after all these years he was still speechless as to why Maverick, the man he’d looked upon as a father figure after his own father’s death, who had steered him into adulthood, could betray him so deeply.
New ground was being covered.
You told him you remembered the night he came to Grandpa’s house and demanded if he knew why Mav had done him so dirty. You told him you remembered Grandpa holding him, restraining him as he wept openly, angrily, frustrated, devastated that the only thing Bradley wanted in his life was to fly, but now he’d have to go about it another way. A series of devastating blows in such a short amount of time. Losing Carole, flying… Maverick.
It was hard to watch him so deeply betrayed, and even now, so long after, you could feel the sting in his words, “If I never see Mav again, it’ll be too fuckin’ soon,” he muttered as you leaned into him.
“I’m sorry, Rooster.”
“Like, adding to the sting, Mom never wanted me to be a pilot either,” he confessed. “But it’s the only thing that ever felt right, you know?”
“She would be so proud of you, and what you’ve achieved,” you said simply.
He sighed, his fingers squeezing yours. “Ya think?”
“I know.”
He shrugged. “Guess we will never know though, huh?”
“Bradley… you had to do what made you happy,” you continued. “Yeah, it’s taken you a bit longer to get there. But you’re one of the best and there is no denying it.”
He nodded, solemnly. “Mom assumed the same thing would happen to me - that I’d share my dad’s fate.”
To yourself, you knew the risks. You remembered Grandpa, and to an extent, your old man. You forgot how it felt to hold your breath that long until they came home. Now you’d have to add Rooster to that special list. The risks of your friends were always there, but Rooster was in another category: The ones you couldn’t lose at any cost, and you kissed his cheekbone. You could feel his smile under your touch.
“I guess,” he shrugged. “I mean, I got over having to get through it all the long way. College was great, but maybe I wasn’t ready for it? Mom had just died, I was about to roam free, you know?”
“I imagine you were pretty good at it. Breaking hearts left, right and center.”
He giggled quietly. “Nothing could be further from the truth.”
“I call bullshit,” you sang as he grinned at you, relieved for the turn in the conversation. “There was no way you weren’t whoring yourself out all over UVA. God, there must have just been mass destruction and panty-dropping.”
He laughed again. “You think this is what I was like at 18? My nerves were shot. I was an orphan. I went to a school where I didn’t know anyone to try and get my opportunity. I was probably a bit of a nerd as a freshman. I got over that quick though,” he smiled.
“There ya go,” you laughed.
“Tell me something,” he said softly. You gazed up at him, the champagne just giving you the right kind of buzz and his cologne adding to it. “The night of the bonfire...”
Blinking, but not quite catching his drift, you shrugged. Always an innocuous night for you.
“You don’t remember much, huh?”
“I remember being hungover the next day. Like, one of the worst of my life. But it seemed like a fun night. Why? Did I embarrass myself?” you ask, paranoia etched all over your face.
He shook his head with a fond grin. “Can I tell you something that happened that night? Since you’ve clearly blocked it out. It’s kind of instrumental to everything in my life right now.”
It seemed so deep, you feared his words. “I don’t think I want to know.”
He laughed. “I told you that your smile was what won me over. But it’s always won me over. I’ve always loved your smile,” he said as you dreaded his words. “You were in a bit of a state, so I took you for a walk to try and sober you up. You were rambling about wanting to travel again, that there was nothing here in town for you. You had work and you were grateful, but nothing else was trapping you to stay.”
“Sounds like me,” you conceded. Not much had really changed.
“I said that night that I was considering a transfer to be stationed here.”
“You guys move a lot. It sucks. I hate missing you all.”
“You said exactly that.”
You giggled quietly. “I still don’t know where you’re going with this.”
“You told me that if I came back, you’d stay so I’d have someone to take care of me - all in your drunken ramble,” he laughed quietly.
“I did?” you giggled quietly. That didn’t sound like you.
“And then!” he said, chuckling. “You told me that this was my home. That it was where I belonged, where the people who loved me were and that I’d always have a home with you, your family…”
“Well, that’s true,” you acknowledged as he smiled.
“I got my transfer the week before the wedding. There’s been some political bullshit surrounding it all, but it seems to be sorted. I’m moving home.”
Wide-eyed, you couldn’t find the words.
He nudged you. “So, it looks like you’ll just have to put up with me now. Permanently.”
You wrapped your arms around him tightly. “Bradley! That’s amazing. I didn’t even know this was a possibility.” You kissed him fondly and he nodded, adjusting his posture to hold you.
“That okay?”
You nodded, cupping his handsome face in your gentle hands. “This is the best news.”
He grinned. “You’re stuck with me. So, this kinda has to work, this being a small town and all,” he joked. You tenderly held his face and kissed him lightly and a slight chill ran down your spine, the wind changing and getting a bit cool. “Blanket?” he asked, reaching for it but you stopped him.
“No,” you told him, bringing him back to you, kissing him again, a little force behind it and you gently caressed his face. “Bradley… take me home.”
Rooster let you take his hand as you got back to your apartment. You knew there was no stopping tonight. No detours for a polite glass of water to settle nerves bubbling under the surface. No need to tease each other unmercifully on the couch. Just a direct line to your bedroom.
You’d left the warm light of the bedside table lamp on to greet you when you returned, making it easy on your eyes. Thankfully, the condoms Rooster had left behind earlier in the week were left undisturbed in your nightstand, leaving everything you needed together for easy access.
“I like your room. Feels like home,” he admitted quietly, stepping behind you and his fingertips grazing as he moved your hair to kiss the base of your neck. Not prepared, your knees gave out a little as you reached up to knot your fingers into his soft curls.
“Don’t stop,” you said, and he smiled into your skin. He’d made no secret that he would be a devoted student to learn everything about what made your body weak for him. “That’s so good.”
He hummed, acknowledging it and banking it for next time. “Where else do you want me to kiss you?”
You turned to face him as you clutched his shirt, bringing him down to you. “I don’t care, just don’t stop.”
“Thatta girl, exactly what I needed you to say,” he tenderly held your hips as he sat down on the edge of your bed. His thighs were wide and he ushered you between them.
“This dress is not conducive to this position,” you confided, and Rooster nodded, knowingly.
“Then ditch it,” he said simply, his voice so low you almost didn't catch it.
“Can you help me?” you asked softly.
“Just tell me how,” he told you, fingers roaming the material for a zip.
“Buttons. Here and here,” you hinted, moving your arms from his search, while he found the dastardly fasteners, slowly opening the front. One by one, his eyes only on yours, he brushed the dress back off your torso, only to be greeted with lace and soft skin. Getting a peak at what was underneath, Rooster swallowed hard.
“Can I take it off?” he begged quietly. You nodded as he stood up to brush the shoulders of the dress away, the material slipping to the floor. “Jesus Christ,” Rooster’s mouth went dry as the dress you wore now pooled around your feet. Bathed in the lingerie, that frankly left absolutely nothing to the imagination, Rooster chewed his tongue, almost tasting blood. “I am so scared I’ll cum before I’m even in you,” he confessed, his hands pushing back your mussed hair and dragging you to him, fingers digging into your hips, the pressure of your body against his firm cock giving him a momentary respite.
“That’s exactly what I hoped for,” you said, staring at the buttons of his shirt as he pulled it over his head when it was loosened enough and he gladly tossed it away. Your fingers drifted across his soft, golden skin and down his toned abdominals, nails scratching lightly against the firm muscles as he flinched.
“Ticklish.”
You’d forgotten, but it was too fucking late now. “Gee,” you said wistfully. “I know you have to stay in shape for work and stuff, but your body is crazy.”
He laughed quietly. “Thank you, I think?” He took your face in his hands as you found the button and fly of his pants, widening the waist to push them down. “Go ahead,” he instructed gently and watching your hands lower the slacks to his ankles and he kicked them off.
Remembering your derailed plans from earlier in the week, you knew that if anyone tried to disrupt this revelry, you would just have to kill them. Simple as that.
“Come here,” he said, sighing deeply before he kissed you again.
His kisses were different now. No demand, no urgency, just slow. Exploring the taste of your tongue, his hands drifted down your back, massaging your hips and he moved you towards the bed. He guided you to the mattress first, laying you down and he hovered over you, his thigh nudging yours apart. He carefully lay his weight on you, and fuck, you’d forgotten how much you craved it.
His lips left yours, trailing a mess of wet kisses down your chin, your throat and splayed across your clavicle. “I need this. I need to taste you, baby,” he told you, holding your ribs and lightly pinning you down. His usually warm eyes watched you, hauntingly dark in his longing. Reaching for the cup of your bra, he drew it down, and his skilled mouth caressed your nipple, which you’d freely admit was desperate for some attention. He huffed a small laugh, picking up on the hint as you pushed your chest into it. “Good girl, tell me what you like,” he whispered into your skin, moving to give the other side the devoutness it deserved, using his palms to massage the soft skin, his fingers pinching, his tongue circling and your eyes drifted closed.
He sat you up for a moment, and bringing your attention back to him, his hands drifted around your back and unclipped your bra (in only a few seconds, good for him), dragging it down your arms and letting you fall back against the mattress. “Just beautiful,” he breathed deeply, face hovering over yours again. “Hi,” he smiled.
“Hello,” you traced his lower lip.
“You good?” he asked softly, licking his top lip and caging you in his strong embrace. He knew you didn’t need to be asked.
“If you keep doing what you’re doing, I think I’ll forget my name.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge? Because I’m willing to make that bet.”
You laughed with a languid shrug. “You promised me a 12, Bradshaw...”
He hummed, amused. “You’ll get your fuckin’ 12...” He kissed you, his tongue warm and wet against yours, his weight relaxing on you, and you wrapped him up tightly, never wanting to let him go but he had other thoughts, leaving your lips again, working quickly down to your ribs.
Your toes were curling.
It was hard not to keen into his ministrations with how desperate you were to watch him discover your body. You dug your nails into his scalp as he looked up with a lazy grin, letting you know he appreciated that too. You softly massaged and tugged at his unruly curls as he breathed deeply against your tummy, continuing south on his trek. He released your ribs and moved his body towards the end of the bed, your legs still splayed wide as he licked his lips.
His fingers traced the seams of your underwear, tickling the soft skin on your belly before they looped under. He stripped the flimsy material down your legs, unconsciously tossing them over his brawny shoulder.
He licked his lips and exhaled sharply. “Beautiful.”
Getting to his knees, he planted single kisses from your belly button to the neat patch of hair at your mound and his long fingers opened you to him. It was bold. He didn’t want to make you tense; he wanted you proudly on display as you lost all control for him. He didn’t want you to hide, be shy, just fucking let loose and leave the rest up to him.
Unless you wanted that control, because fuck. Take it.
Knowing how well he kissed would be a problem if he went down on you the same way. He swirled his tongue around your clit, going hard early as you almost jolted off the bed, a quiet squeal of surprise escaping your lips. His large palms pushed you back down as he huffed a quiet laugh at your expense, but you gave in and tried to relax for him. You were so pent-up and overwhelmed, everything already felt so good, and you were so sensitive, you knew if he kept doing exactly what he was, his pretty face would be a goddamn mess.
“Jesus,” you cried, your nails ripping into the tanned skin of his shoulders, and he grunted in reply. He released your hip and trailed his hands across your skin, the pads of his fingers dancing across your inner thigh as he focused his lips on your clit, giving himself the room to fill you with his fingers. One, two - you could hardly be sure, but Rooster was so fucking good at this and fuck.
“How’s my girl?” he rasped, voice deeper than you imagined you’d heard, fingers not ceasing, looking up to view you writhe under his touch.
“Good God, Rooster,” you manage as his fingers scissor inside you.
“How hard are you gonna cum?” he hummed thoughtfully. “You taste so good; I could stay down here for hours.”
“Oh, my God,” you managed, his words swirling around in your head, you were so dizzy, you almost felt you could pass out as his lips left their workspace, kissing between your thighs, his teeth gently leaving their mark as he bit you gently and goose pimples exploded over your skin. He wanted to own you and have his mark on you, and you were in no predicament to argue. “Bradley?”
He gazed up at you, eyes lidded. He rutted against your mattress, seeking his pleasure as his lips enclosed you again. Fuck - he was a sight for fucking sore eyes. He would never be as sexy to you as he was now (lie, lie, bald-faced LIE). It was for you; it was all for you and your body just couldn’t resist.
You had to come, as much as you could have watched him like this forever. The dam burst, coils snapped, and tears sprang from your eyes as you came. And came and came. It was shameful, but he didn’t give you a reprieve. He was going to drag every ounce of pleasure from you and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. You tried pushing him away and you could hear his laughter amid the blood pumping in your ears. He let you go, his body skimming up yours, jolts of electricity catching you on more sensitive body parts as he met your lips.
He kissed you wildly as you flung your arms around him, tasting yourself on his tongue. You felt mostly like a bag of bones, but you couldn’t let go of him. “Bradley.”
“That was beautiful. I could watch you come undone like that every day, sweet girl,” his tongue traced yours and he peppered your face and decolletage with sweet kisses, although the abundance of warmth careening through you was still so strong.
“Holy shit,” you pressed him to you, breathless.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“If only you could get a commendation for that…” you managed. He laughed quietly.
“Fuck, you did so well. Do you need a minute?” he asked, resting his cheek on your breast. Your breath was still labouring as you traced his spine and he curved into you. You shook your head as he smiled up at you and you stroked his face. He pressed the side of his face into your palm, and you asked him what he wanted. “I’m in no rush. You decide what’s next.”
You gently moved him off of you and rolled him to his back. Arms splayed above him, he watched you and your next move. He was so hard and hefty, and you were desperate to take him in your mouth. Return the favour, taste every inch of skin, grasp every muscle and ridge, he was there, and he was willing. This man, who you never knew needed you so carnally, was just as desperate for you, too.
“Lift your hips,” you said quietly and pulled down his boxer briefs.
Not a real surprise, Rooster was big, heavy and thick. He wrapped his muscular arms behind his head and watched you debate your next move. There was nothing left for you to hide, it was time to put up or shut up. And Rooster deserved the best.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna,” he reminded you.
“But I do want to - I want you,” you reassured him and he held back his smile. “Is our friendship over?” you asked suddenly.
“Well, yeah,” he laughed quietly. “I just ate you out and made you cum pretty hard, so there’s really no going back from here.”
You covered your mouth with a laugh. “Shut up, this isn’t the time for jokes.”
“This is entirely the time for jokes,” he corrected, his smile a little bit wild. “Don’t take this so seriously. We’re here for fun. A lot of fun,” he corrected himself. “Just relax,” he moved to sit up and sat on his knees before you. He gently took your face in his palms. “We got through the hardest part. From here on in, it’s all about us and how we enjoy ourselves, okay?” he kissed you. “You want to stop?”
You shook your head.
“Words?”
“No. Definitely don’t wanna stop.”
“That’s what I thought,” he kissed you again, resting his forehead against yours, his fingers skimming through your hair. “Get outta your head.”
Placing your hands on his shoulders, you massaged his traps and kissed him again. “You always say the right thing. It’s incredible.”
He pulled you to him tightly, kissing you furiously, his hands pressing into your ass and he sat you on his lap. He adjusted his long legs out in front of him and you were straddling him. “Just kiss me. That’s all,” he encouraged as you took his words and put all the passion he deserved into your kiss.
You adjusted your posture and reached between your bodies. Rooster jerked lightly as you gently took his length into your palm, slowly dragging your palm up and down, thumb swirling around the wet tip. He sighed against your mouth, his kiss falling from your lips as he breathed deep, your touch enough for now for him.
But not for you. You needed him, his words of encouragement spurring you on and you crept to your knees. “Condom?” he asked quietly. “I’m clean,” he raised his hands in gentle protest.
“I’m on the pill,” you replied as he watched your hands keenly and strangled a breath as you sheathed yourself on him, filling yourself with him to the hilt. His breathing was shallow as he muttered how warm and wet you were, how he longed for this, how he needed to see your body move. He let go of you and carefully relaxed into the mattress, not wanting to break your momentum.
Rooster grasped your hips as you found the rhythm you desired and he watched your body, the way your hips circled and drove him into fucking oblivion. “You were made for this,” he encouraged. “I wish you could see what I see.”
You felt like you were levitating. You knew it’d be good, but Rooster Bradshaw’s body was made for you. His strength, his masculinity, his unwavering self-assurance that he wanted your first time together to be something you’d never dream of forgetting.
“Holy fuck,” you managed, as he pressed deep into your belly, his strong hands keeping you sturdy as you rode him. It was supposed to be good, but everything was so much more than you could have ever expected. Bradley Bradshaw had figuratively ruined you for others, after him, there would be naught. Nada.
So, stop thinking about it like there could ever be anyone else, your brain ordered. It’s only getting started, wasn’t that what Bradley has said earlier?
“I don’t know how much more I got left in me, sweet girl. I need to cum,” he told you, his fingers stinging you. It was only fair, you’d cum. If you were lucky, you would again…but he was due to explode. “Do I pull out or…” he asked you, eyes searching yours.
“Cum, baby. Cum,” you told him.
“Okay… but not yet,” he said, his fingers creeping to open you up to him again, you knew the friction was enough to get you off, but he needed this. “Wanna feel you cum on me. Need to…” he hissed, the pad of his thumb writing his name on you as he tried to restrain himself, chewing his lower lip and hissing in desperation. You banked the pleasure on his face, he’d never been sexier to you.
“Jesus,” you kicked your feet, knowing that you were close again. It didn’t take a mathematician to know there were certain factors to get you over the line. Rooster filled you, he knew exactly where to touch and taste you as he raised his hips deep into you, meeting your rolls. “I don’t think I can…” you shrieked. It was all too much. You were too sensitive, too turned on.
“You can,” he told you sternly and you believed him instantly. “Let go, baby. I gotta feel you.”
You leaned towards him in your exhaustion, and he reached for your nipple, sucking, biting, swirling along with his skilled touch, groping roughly and that was it. You were coming, you were coming hard, just like he wanted.
He groaned, eyes drifting closed as he tried to hold on, ride out your orgasm that threatened to tear him in two. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, yes,” Rooster breathed as you tried to keep fucking him through your second orgasm, sloppy and unable to control your movements. Rooster’s hips were like pistons, screaming into you, wanting to steal every piece of you for himself. His strong hands gripped your hips, forcing you on him harshly as he fucked hard into you, coming white hot, groaning into your mouth as he pulled you against him.
A mess of limbs, sweat and bedsheets, he kissed you deeply, your body’s soothing with the others. Rooster dragged his hands down your back soothingly, smoothing your hair.
“Baby, you did so good,” he promised. “So fucking sexy.”
You kissed him quickly, and he gave you a gentle smack on the ass, forcing you to swallow the kiss in surprise. You sighed, absolutely spent and he chuckled lowly. “You good?” you asked him.
He sighed deeply, a dreamy smile on his wet lips. “That was fuckin’ fantastic. Jesus Christ, you can move,” he settled you against his chest, his heart thundering in your ear.
“12.”
He smirked, crudely. “Don’t act so fuckin’ surprised.”
You gently dozed on Rooster’s chest as he tenderly stroked your hair, the other tucked around you firmly, the pads of his fingers drawing small circles on your hip. So worth the wait, having you here like this in his arms. He gently kissed your forehead.
While he was exhausted, he was still wide awake. Buzzing still, flashes of earlier in the night swirled through his mind. Finally witnessing you lose all resolve with him, the sounds you made, your touch on his skin. It was still all very real and incredibly vibrant.
“Why are you still awake?” you mumbled against his chest, adjusting your posture to roll to the pillow. Rooster hummed, following your lead and rolling to press up behind you, his intentions bold. He wrapped his arms around you and left a trail of wet kisses between your shoulder blades. You whimpered lowly and couldn’t resist the smile that tugged at your lips. You were completely at his mercy.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
“No,” you replied, biting back a yawn against his chest. “Dozing.” He smiled against your skin, hard and harsh against your ass. “The one per cent,” you muttered, giggling quietly.
“I’m not going to lie and say I don’t have a high sex drive,” he admitted, kissing across your shoulders. “That gonna be a problem for you?”
Looking back at him over your shoulder, you told him, “That will never be a problem for me.”
Pouting, Bradley hitched his body over yours, his hips rolling into yours, delicious friction found, and he kissed you deeply. “Good - because it’s only getting started.”
five.
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New Neighbour - Yuushi/K-san/Reader
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Rating: Explicit (Smut)
Word Count: 9.3k
Warnings: Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Reader is AFAB but is Gender neutral otherwise, Threesome - F/M/Other, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, blowjob, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Edging, voyeurism?
Summary:
Moving into an apartment, you were planning to tough it out for a few years to save up for a better one. But then you meet your neighbour, and maybe living here won't be so terrible after all? Until you learn your hot neighbour is fucking someone else for hours every day. But what happens when you get to join them?
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He holds a small box out to you. “I think the movers left this at my door by mistake,” he says. You examine the box and recognize your handwriting on the side. He tilts his head to the side and adds, “I’m Yuushi Totsumoto. I live next door.” This is the first neighbour you’ve met. You have yet to meet anyone besides the landlord; it’s like a bunch of ghosts live here.
You clear your throat when you realize you’re staring. “Ah, sorry.” You grab the package and hug it to your chest. “Thanks. I just moved here.” You gesture to the boxes behind you and introduce yourself.
His lips tug into a smirk as he examines you. “See ya around, neighbour.” Yuushi waves and heads back to his apartment. You stand there in a daze. You just met the guy, but fuck was he hot. Shutting the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Note:
This took me forever to write. Last time I checked there was only one other fic for this manga on tumblr, and I felt the need to correct that. If you guys haven't read Lady K & The Sick Man, I highly recommend it to anyone looking for an erotic manga. The two protagonists are very fine and it's just something you have to see yourself to understand.
With that said, did you guys know there's already a fourth book??? It hasn't been translated yet so I read the raws. I vaguely understood what happened, but what a ride!! If anyone wants to look for it, you'll most likely have to search under 'Kko to yamioji'
This is also my first time writing smut that involves more than two people, so if the writing is a bit awkward, that might be why.
Happy Reading! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ
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You’re living in an apartment building where someone has died. On the plus side, that means the rent is criminally cheap. On the downside, you didn’t learn about this until after you signed the lease.
You haul the last cardboard box into your apartment. The ad you saw boasted about its affordable rent, so you signed a contract the day after. Now here you are, in a slightly run-down apartment with sketchy neighbours. But you can’t complain about the price. You plan to stay here for a few years and save up for a place in a nicer area. The landlord seems polite enough, but you can tell he’s hiding something from you.
When you arrived to check out the apartment, he ushered you straight inside and kept the tour as short as possible. You barely had time to process before he brought you into his office and placed the paperwork on the table. Your current lease is ending soon, so it was either this building or scrambling to find another place. Persuaded by the low price, you signed your name.
So you packed up your things and moved out of your current place. You cleared your schedule to spend the rest of the day unpacking. The apartment is bare except for the pile of boxes, and you feel the procrastination creeping in. If you don’t start now, you’ll continue to live out of cardboard boxes, never to be unpacked until you eventually move. You take out the box cutter and begin slicing at the tape. Before you can even open the flaps, there’s a knock at your door.
You walk to the door and open it. There’s a middle-aged man with black hair and a scruffy beard. He holds a small box out to you. “I think the movers left this at my door by mistake,” he says. You examine the box and recognize your handwriting on the side. He tilts his head to the side and adds, “I’m Yuushi Totsumoto. I live next door.” This is the first neighbour you’ve met. You have yet to meet anyone besides the landlord; it’s like a bunch of ghosts live here.
You clear your throat when you realize you’re staring. “Ah, sorry.” You grab the package and hug it to your chest. “Thanks. I just moved here.” You gesture to the boxes behind you and introduce yourself.
His lips tug into a smirk as he examines you. “See ya around, neighbour.” Yuushi waves and heads back to his apartment. You stand there in a daze. You just met the guy, but fuck was he hot. Shutting the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“What just happened?” you ask yourself. When you signed the paperwork, you didn’t think much about neighbours. Living here doesn’t seem so bad after all. You set the package aside and continue unpacking. The first box is labelled ‘Bedroom.’ You have a futon and some drawers, which require little effort to unpack. Next are the items that go on the walls. There are posters and picture frames you want to put up. As you pick up your blanket, a loud moan comes from the other side of the wall.
You pause, wondering if you heard that right. Another moan followed by a squeal. It’s coming from the apartment next door. Yuushi’s apartment. Of course, the hot neighbour you met is already taken. The discovery leaves a hollow feeling in your chest, but you’re glad you found out soon after meeting him. You can’t make out their conversation, but your thoughts run wild. From what you remember, Yuushi has a pleasant voice. Deep and gruff, a voice that sends a rush of blood between your legs.
There’s a rhythmic pounding that accompanies the lewd noises. Whoever this woman is, she’s extremely lucky. Is it inappropriate that you’re so smitten over a man you just met? Probably, but you ignore the warning signs because you’re blindsided by his appearance. You’re not sure you can tolerate these noises if they happen frequently. You lay your blanket and pray the noises are a rare occurrence. That night, you head to bed unbelievably horny and frustrated, forced to listen to your neighbours as they fuck for hours.
You wake up the next day and resume unpacking. Yesterday you finished the bedroom and bathroom. All that’s left now is the kitchen and miscellaneous items. You live alone, but you have extra utensils for when you have company. It’s strange how some people live with only one set. What do they do when they have guests? You organize everything by category. All the glasses go into one cupboard while plates and bowls go into another. The cutlery has its own drawer, and the miscellaneous kitchen tools are placed in the next one.
You enjoy cooking, but living alone means you never have anyone to share it with. The cold weather makes you crave something warm, like curry. You might as well make extra and freeze the leftovers for another time. Since you just moved, your fridge is bare. A quick grocery run later, and you have all the ingredients you need.
As you stand outside your door and fiddle with your keys, Yuushi also returns home. “Hiya, neighbour,” he greets. Unlike yesterday, he’s wearing a suit.
“Hello.” You wave, but it’s awkward with your hands full.
“Groceries?” He nods towards the bags.
You hum, “Yeah, I want to make curry tonight. What about you?”
“I could go for some curry,” he says. You tilt your head at the unexpected answer. Yuushi flushes when he understands your question. “Oh. I was at work,” he answers, lifting up the briefcase in his hand.
Your eyes linger on his face. Pink looks good on him. “You work in an office?” you ask. You didn’t peg him for a salaryman.
“Just a temp job,” he shrugs, “I do a lot of part-time work.” You admire his outfit, tempted to drag him by his tie into your apartment. Licking your lips, you meet his dark gaze. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with a knowing smirk. You remind yourself that this man has a girlfriend—potentially a wife!
Clearing your throat, you glance at the ingredients you bought. “Um, do you want some curry?” you offer. “I always make extra.” If he says yes, maybe that will give you an opportunity to enter his apartment.
Yuushi grins, and it sets off the butterflies in your stomach. “Really? That would be great!” He can barely contain his excitement, and you find it adorable. “Been a while since someone’s cooked me a meal,” he comments.
His energy is infectious, and you bounce on the balls of your feet. “I’ll drop by later then.”
He grins and says, “Lookin’ forward to it.” You turn to your door and miraculously unlock the door in one attempt. You shake off the feeling of his eyes on your back and head inside. Shutting the door and turning the lock, you hear his footsteps fade.
Leaning against the door, you sigh. “Just a friendly neighbour,” you whisper to yourself. “I’m just a friendly neighbour.” You head to the kitchen and hunt for your pots and pans.
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The entire kitchen is filled with the scent of turmeric and cumin. You can almost taste the spices on your tongue. All that’s left is for the curry to thicken. The mixture gurgles as it simmers and reduces. You give it a stir, taste-testing to check if you need to add more seasoning. You decide to leave it alone and look for some Tupperware. There’s a bag you keep of reusable takeout containers from restaurants. You select one and check on the curry.
The curry is nice and thick now. You turn off the heat and grab a ladle. You scoop some into the container, sealing the lid tight afterwards. A giggle bubbles in your throat. You can’t remember the last time you were this excited to cook for someone. Stopping by the bathroom, you clean yourself up and head outside, clutching the curry to your chest.
You stop in front of Yuushi’s door and take a deep breath. Bringing up a fist to knock on the door, you’re startled by another scream. You bite your lip. Of fucking course.
You return to your apartment and grab a second container, filling it with another serving of curry. On a sticky note, you write down instructions for how to reheat the food. Hesitantly, you add a smiley face at the end. Walking back outside, you set the containers in front of his door, rap your knuckles twice, and sprint back to your apartment. You shut the door as quietly as possible, but even the slightest noise sounds like an explosion. You breathe a sigh of relief when you don’t hear his door open. Another moan, followed by a deep grunt, rumbles the walls. You slump to the floor and lean back, thumping your head against the door.
You are such a fucking idiot.
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You don’t speak to Yuushi after that, mostly because his erratic schedule leaves little chance of running into him. He also never thanked you for the curry, so maybe you’re also trying to avoid him because you’re petty. I mean, a week has gone by and not once has this man left a note. He never even returned the containers! So yeah, you feel the need to be a little bitter.
Despite being upset, you can’t help but get incredibly turned on every night listening to them. You learn that if you’re close enough to the wall, you can make out what they’re saying. It’s muffled, but you’ll take what you can get. So far, it’s all dirty talk from Yuushi. His partner doesn’t seem to speak other than the noises of pleasure she makes. Is the sex really that good?
You know what you’re doing is perverted, but it’s very hard not to touch yourself when Yuushi’s husky voice says things like ‘I’m gonna stuff ya with my cock,’ and ‘are you cumming? How cute.’
Thus masturbating while listening to your neighbours has become a nightly ritual. Otherwise, you’re too frustrated to get a good night’s sleep. You’ve considered politely asking them to be quieter, but confrontation has never been your strong suit. Plus, someone banged on their door last night. That only escalated the moans and screams. It’s a mystery how anyone else here sleeps at night—earplugs. You should buy earplugs. Why didn’t you think of that earlier? Oh, right. You were too busy thinking about what it would look like to have Yuushi’s face between your thighs.
So you buy some earplugs, and it works for a few nights. Until you start having wet dreams. The only prevention that works is relieving yourself before sleeping. Which leaves you back at square one. You don’t know how much longer you can keep living like this. The lease is for a year, and it’s barely been a month since you moved in. That’s when you come up with a plan. Maybe you can fuck it out of your system?
On the weekend, you dress up for a night out. You don’t have a complex plan. Just find someone to bring home for the night. Although with your neighbours’ track record, it’s probably best to go to a motel. Slipping on your shoes, you take one final look in the mirror. Your reflection smiles back at you. You feel hot—sexy even! You grab your bag and head out, wrinkling your nose at the scent of cigarette smoke. Since you plan on drinking, you call a taxi to drive you to the bar. When you enter the vehicle, you miss a pair of eyes watching you from next door.
If you were more outgoing, you would have chosen a club. But it’s been a while, and you think you’re past your clubbing days. When you arrive at your destination, you pay the driver and head inside. Taking a seat at the counter, you order your favourite drink. Might as well drink something you like and get drunk. The bartender nods and accepts your money. Your order is in front of you in a few minutes, and you take a sip.
“What’s a lovely thing like you doing here all alone?” a voice says from your right. You nearly choke on your current sip. Turning your head, you meet blue eyes and neatly-styled brown hair. His features are chiselled and angular like those marble statues. You wonder if he’s a foreigner or if his family is. Honestly, he’s very handsome by society’s standards.
“Um…drinking?” you phrase it more like a question than an answer because, apparently, your brain ceases to function around attractive people. The man chuckles, and the warm timber sends your stomach into a frenzy. Your cheeks flame from embarrassment, and you take another sip to calm your nerves.
“Lovely and charming. Let me buy you a drink,” he offers. This man is clearly flirting with you. All the confidence you had before leaving your apartment vanishes in an instant. How the heck are you supposed to respond?? And then you realize you’re not ready for this. You’re not prepared to have a one-night stand. Yuushi has already burrowed deep into your heart and claimed a piece of it.
“That’s very kind, but no, thank you,” you reply. Going out tonight was a mistake; you know that now. Scratch that. Thinking you could get some random stranger to make you forget your hot-ass neighbour was a mistake. You’ll still have to see Yuushi and hear his moans at ungodly hours every single day. As long as you live there, you’ll continue to pine like the naive idiot you are. You chug down the rest of your drink and call the bartender for your bill.
The man beside you is unphased by your rejection. “No? Then how about we get out of here, go somewhere less crowded.” His hands creep around your waist, and you recoil with a shudder.
“I shouldn’t. I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” you lie, pretending to check your phone for messages.
“Are you sure? I saw you get out of a cab by yourself,” he says, and your blood runs cold. What the actual fuck??
“You were watching me.” It’s not a question but an accusation. You keep your tone level, refusing to let panic crack your facade. Despite your glare, he nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders and grins.
He leans closer and says, “More like you happened to catch my eye. So what do you say? I’ll make it worth your while.” This man is too damn persistent. It’s actually starting to piss you off.
“As I said, I’m waiting for my boyfriend. I’m not interested in leaving with you,” you insist. Your glass is empty, and the alcohol hasn’t kicked in yet. You’re way too sober to be dealing with this bullshit right now. You signal to the bartender for another drink, and she nods, her eyes lingering on the man beside you.
He scoffs and pulls out his wallet. “Look, I’ll pay you if that makes it easier.” He takes out a cheque and a pen. “How much?” he asks like he’s buying a shirt. Did he really just ask you to name a price on your body?
You blink, too stunned to speak, until outrage burns in your veins. “Excuse me?!”
He looks you up and down. “I know what you’re trying to do. You say no, but you’re all dolled up. You’re playing hard to get, and while it was interesting, it’s getting annoying now.” He begins writing on the cheque, pausing to appraise you before continuing.
You clench your glass, ready to smite this fool down. “Wha—“
“Sorry I’m late, baby,” a deep voice says from behind. You get a faint whiff of cigarette smoke and cologne. You know that voice. Because it’s the same one you’ve gotten off to every night since you moved. You tilt your head up and see Yuushi smiling down at you. How does he still manage to look attractive from this unflattering angle?
“Fuck off, pal. I saw this one first,” the man spits, scrunching his nose at Yuushi’s appearance.
Yuushi hangs an arm around your shoulder. “Why don’t you fuck off. This one is already mine,” he fires back. You know it shouldn’t, but his words make you squirm in your seat. Yuushi glances at you with an amused expression.
“And who are you?” the man asks, and you swear his face grows redder with each passing second. His once handsome features are marred with a snarl. He reminds you of those birds or frogs that puff themselves up to look intimidating.
Yuushi pulls you into his chest—which is very broad and muscular, by the way. You're almost too distracted to pay attention to their conversation. “The boyfriend. Now piss off and find somethin’ else to stick your dick in,” he replies.
The man rises from his seat, but the look Yuushi shoots him sends him skulking away. You hear him mutter angrily to himself. Not even a minute later, he’s already chatting someone else up. You have to admire his tenacity.
The bartender comes up. “I’m glad your boyfriend stepped in,” she says. “I was going to have him kicked out, but your boyfriend came just in time.” You flush at the misunderstanding. Before you can correct her on your relationship with Yuushi, she slides another drink in front of you. “Here, this one’s on me.” You thank her and take a sip. Your throat burns more than your cheeks. Whatever she gave you, it’s stronger than your last drink. You grimace and down the entire glass, licking your lips.
A thin blanket of fog rolls across your mind. Through your tipsy haze, you remember you’re not alone. There’s an arm wrapped around your waist, and you look to your left. “Yuushi? What are you doing here?” you ask.
He chuckles and squeezes your hip. “I, uh, wanted to return the containers and thank you for the curry,” he says. A week has passed since then. Why is he thanking you now of all times?
You furrow your brows. “So you followed me to the bar?” A quick observation reveals him to be empty-handed. “Were you… worried about me?” you ask. You don’t receive an answer. Instead, Yuushi helps you out of the stool and guides you to the exit. He places some money on the counter for your bill.
He opens the door, and the cool evening breeze whips against your face. “Let’s go home,” he says. Pulling your shivering form to his side, he adds, “a walk might help ya sober up.” It’s only a 15-minute walk, and you’re too intoxicated to disagree. The warmth radiating from his body is cozy, which leaves you clinging to his arm.
You keep your gaze on the sidewalk and ask, “You don’t want to question why I went out tonight?” You play with the cuffs of his jacket. The material feels new underneath your fingers.
Yuushi shrugs, his steps unfaltering. “None of my business.”
You bite your lips. “...Did your girlfriend like the curry?” you mumble into his arm, hiding your flushed complexion.
Yuushi perks up and starts gesturing animatedly with his free hand. “Your curry was delicious! And your note was cute. I—“
You cut him off. “Not you. Your girlfriend.” Inhibitions freed, you’re on a mission to figure out what’s going on with this man. A part of you is clinging to the hope that you still have a chance.
“I don’t have one,” he answers in a matter-of-fact tone. Ok, so he’s not dating anyone—the moans sound too high-pitched to be another man. The cynical voice in your brain points out that it doesn’t rule out marriage.
“Then who are you pounding every waking minute you spend at home?” you prod, noticing how Yuushi shortens his strides. He doesn’t look at you as he searches for an answer.
“It’s… complicated,” he finally says.
You scoff, “I’ve heard that one before.” You know it’s none of your business who he sees and what he does with them, but you feel hurt anyway when he doesn’t give you a straight answer. Maybe you’re hoping for a firm rejection so you can move on with your life.
Yuushi shakes his head. “No, it really is. Look, why do you care so much?” he asks, eyes widening when he jumps to conclusions. “Shit, are we too loud? I know a couple of the others have complained, but you’re right next door.” He babbles some apologies, panic evident on his face.
You chuckle and look him straight in the eyes. “I like it; it turns me on,” you confess.
Yuushi’s smile wavers. He looks unsure how to respond. “How much did you drink?” he asks, scanning your face.
You hum and count with your fingers. “Juuuuust… two?” You hold your hand up to his face and grin.
Yuushi chuckles, and you like how the vibrations rumble against your body. “What a lightweight,” he teases.
With your filter gone, everything that comes through your brain comes out of your mouth. You hum and lean into his side. “I touch myself every night listening to you two.”
Yuushi laughs. “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about,” he rasps. The gravel in his voice and his heated gaze send a gush of slickness between your thighs.
You pout and whine, “Why do you have to be so hot? I thought I could find someone else, but there’s no one else I’d rather fuck.” You don’t quite love him yet, but you want him carnally with an intense desire you’ve never felt before.
Your words cause Yuushi to halt. You’re unaware of this and continue walking, losing balance when you’re jerked backwards. Yuushi steps forward to catch you, and you land against his broad chest with a thud, his arms securing themselves around your waist. “....I didn’t know you felt that way,” he whispers into your ear.
You shudder at the closeness and say, “Oh, you make me feel all kinds of ways. But you have a girlfriend, so it makes me feel bad that I want you.” It takes all your willpower not to turn your head around. You know you’ll lose all reason and kiss him senseless if you do.
“What if,” he pauses, “I told you that I also want you?”
“I’d tell you that you’re either a terrible liar or a cheating asshole,” you reply. And from the bulge prodding you from behind, you’re leaning towards the latter.
Yuushi groans when you try to wiggle out of his grip. “She’s not my girlfriend. We’re more like roommates with benefits—”
You gasp, “And they were roommates!” You giggle to yourself.
Yuushi chortles. “...I think I’m too old to understand that reference.” He bends down and scoops you up. “C’mon, we’re almost home. I’ll help you to the door.” You’re thankful you don’t have to walk the rest of the way, but you won’t voice the reason out loud. Each step was delicious torture, but the light friction was beginning to frustrate you. It’s not enough to scratch that itch or quench the fire consuming you.
The sidewalk is still blanketed in darkness, the apartments a faint glow on the horizon. Lamps mark the street like checkpoints, and you occupy yourself by running your hands across Yuushi’s broad chest. A pleased hum purrs from your throat as you feel the solid muscle beneath your fingertips.
“You’re killing me, baby,” Yuushi groans, breathless and needy. It sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. You nip his chin and giggle at the shivers that wrack his body. The hand on your thigh tightens, and his dark eyes narrow at you. “Don’t tease,” he commands. His authoritative tone sends another wave of arousal, but your hands drop, and you become still.
The speck of light becomes a beacon, and the warm yellow glow welcomes you home. Yuushi walks up to your door and sets you down. You rummage around your bag for your keys, giggling at how surreal the entire night feels. The memory of fondling Yuushi is something alcohol will not be able to wipe away. You unlock your door despite struggling to slot the key into the keyhole.
You turn around to face Yuushi. “Thank youuu,” you slur, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He looks at you, jaw slack and eyes wide. You glance down at the tent in his pants and smirk. Stepping closer, you lean into his ear and whisper, “I hope you think about me when you fuck her.” You chuckle at the noise that chokes up in his throat.
He swallows, and you watch his adam’s apple bob with hooded eyes. “We’ll talk in the morning,” Yuushi says. He brings up a hand and skims your cheek with the back of his fingers. The feather-light touch leaves you wanting more. You want to know how it feels to have his hands explore the rest of you. You’re sober enough to know you’re too drunk for this, so you step back.
“Yes, sir,” you agree with a salute. Yuushi smiles at your antics, and the fond look in his eyes churns your stomach.
“Get some sleep.” His eyes dart to your lips, but he averts his gaze and clears his throat. “Sweet dreams, neighbour,” he says, shuffling his feet.
“Goodnight, Yuushi.” You walk into your apartment, poking your head out. You smile and wave before closing the door. His footsteps don’t start until you turn the lock, and the gesture fills you with warmth. Worn out from tonight’s events, you do the bare minimum to prepare for bed. Slipping out of your clothes, you don’t bother changing into pyjamas. So you sleep in undergarments, passing out the second your head touches your pillow.
In the morning, you wake up in a puddle of your arousal. You had a dream which was very vivid and involved a threesome with Yuushi and his mysterious roommate. Groaning, you peel yourself off the bed and remove the sheets to wash them. A knock from the door startles you. Stretching your limbs, you make your way to the door. The stickiness between your thighs is a constant reminder for a shower and an orgasm later.
Opening the door reveals Yuushi. “Good morning!” you greet, ignoring the dull throbbing in your head. It’s like someone stretched an invisible rubber band around your head that squeezes you tight.
“G’morn…” Yuushi stops mid-sentence. He holds a small plastic bag in one hand and a bottle in the other. You tilt your head to the side and stare at him. His gaze strays from your face and flicks back to your eyes. “Black is, um, a good colour on you,” he says. You look down and see that you’re only wearing a matching set of lacy, black undergarments.
Hooking your thumb in your underwear band, you grin at him. “Thanks, I look better without them on,” you say, and Yuushi flushes red. From what you recall from last night, there’s no point in pretending you’re not attracted to him. So you might as well see how many boners you can give him until he decides to bend you over and rail you.
“I, uh, got these for ya,” he says, holding the items in his hands out to you. “I figured you’d wake up feelin’ like shit.” The contents of the plastic bag rattle as you take it from him. The drink is one they sell at convenience stores for hangovers.
You peek inside the bag and recognize the label of the pills. “Thank you,” you say, unscrewing the cap on the bottle and downing the drink in one chug. The bitter, herbal taste on your tongue twists your lips into a grimace.
Yuushi chuckles. “Open your mouth,” he commands. Confused, you comply and part your lips. He pushes something into your mouth, and it dissolves in sugary goodness. You moan as the foul taste from the drink is washed away with candy. “Huh, I wonder what other sounds you would make if I stuck somethin’ else in there.” His comment catches you off guard.
But you don’t miss a beat when you reply with, “Why don’t you try and find out?” His jaw tightens, and his eyes darken.
“I need you to get dressed first. There’s someone I want you to meet,” he says. You don’t have to guess who. Maybe your threesome fantasy will come true? But it’s not like your life is some raunchy romance novel. He’ll probably introduce you to his roommate and then reject your feelings.
“Do you want to come inside and wait while I change?” you offer.
Yuushi bites his lip and shakes his head. “Baby, if I come inside, we won’t leave for a while.” There he goes again with the pet name. It genuinely fills you with warmth and a sense of comfort. Honestly, Yuushi could call you anything, and it would give you heart palpitations.
You nod and head inside. You take a quick shower to rinse the stickiness and the stench of alcohol from your skin. You grab a random outfit from your wardrobe, making a bold decision to not wear any undergarments. Once you’re all ready, you head outside to meet Yuushi. He greets you again with a smile. The morning light sharpens the ache in your head, and Yuushi shields you from the sun.
“I’ve wanted to introduce ya to each other, but I wasn’t sure how you’d react.” He opens his door and looks at you over his shoulder. “Just don’t freak out.” His ominous comment does nothing to calm your nerves. The floorboards creak, and several doors slam open. A blur of dark blue and white collides with Yuushi. “Hey, K. I brought someone over.”
You stare in astonishment. A woman in a white dress peeks at you from behind Yuushi. Her smile is gentle, but it looks like she might scamper away if you make any sudden movements.
“Hi?” You wave and remain rooted to the spot.
“This is K,” Yuushi introduces the woman. Her gaze fixates on you, and she refuses to leave her hiding spot. “K, this is our neighbour.” He side-steps, and you get a good look at her. Dark locks form a waterfall that cascades down to her butt. Long lashes frame her blue eyes that are veiled by her messy hairstyle. She is very well endowed, and the first thought that comes to mind is the terrible back pain she must endure. She’s gorgeous. You can see why Yuushi likes her. The shy smile on her face stretches wide, and she waves back. “Ah, K doesn’t talk much, by the way. So don’t worry if she doesn’t say anything,” he adds.
“Is this all you wanted to talk to me about?” you ask. K looks at you with wide eyes. It’s adorable watching her gaze dart across your figure, trying to take in every detail. She reminds you of a wild animal trying to determine your intentions. You can’t decide whether you want to dominate or be dominated by her. Yuushi whispers something to K, and she nods and makes noises of approval.
“I was gonna ask if you’d like to join us?” Yuushi offers, and you’re floundered by his invitation. “I obviously want ya, but I needed to make sure K was alright with it,” he explains.
You stand there in silence, processing his words. “Like, a threesome?” Stupid. What else would he invite you to? Lunch? The smile on Yuushi’s face is lascivious, and you hear a quiet giggle from K.
Yuushi shoves his hands into his pockets, which draws your attention to the tent pitching in his pants. He rocks on the balls of his feet. “I know it might not be exactly what ya wanted, but—”
You cut him off. “I’m in.” This is exactly what you wanted. Maybe your life is a raunchy romance novel, after all.
Yuushi grins. “Eager, aren’t ya?” And the chuckle he bellows sends a tingle down your spine. K grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom. You’re not used to focusing so much on a person’s expressions and body language before. Her grip on you is shaky, but the smile on her face is bright.
The door clicks behind you, and Yuushi is leaning against it with his arms crossed. “Strip,” he commands. His tone is firm, but the lines on his face are still soft. You rub your thighs together but make no other movement, too enthralled by his voice. He smirks and nods at K. “Give our neighbour a hand, would ya?”
“Mm!” K hums, and her delicate fingers skim down your torso. She grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it up over your head. The cool air hits your nipples, and they stiffen in response. “Ah….” K stares at your chest and brings a hand up to your breasts, but she withdraws and looks at you.
“It’s ok, you can touch me,” you say. “Please touch me,” you beg. K nods, and her brows furrow in concentration. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh. She cups your breasts and circles your nipples with her thumbs. You hiss and melt into her touch.
“Ah!” K recoils like she’s been burned. Her eyes widen, and she bows her head.
“No, no, no,” you say, taking her hand and placing it back on your chest. “I liked it,” you reassure her. “Can you do it again, please?” She nods and pinches your nipples with a newfound sense of confidence. Her fingers pull and tug, every move calculated and adjusted after observing your reaction. “Yes, just like that.” You throw your head back and sigh when she squeezes your breast.
K leans forwards and wraps her mouth around your nipples. Her tongue flicks the stiff peaks, and you press yourself closer to her head. The jangle of a zipper catches your attention, and you turn your head to see Yuushi removing his pants. His boxers are next, and his cock springs free. The tip is swollen and leaking with pre-cum. He wraps his hands around his shaft and gives a few, short pumps. You tear your gaze away from his when you feel the cool breeze against your nipples once more. K looks at you, her pupils blown.
You can’t resist the urge to kiss her forehead. “Thank you, K.” And fuck. The smile she gives you afterwards shines brighter than the sun, and it doesn’t worsen your headache. Maybe you can convince her to live with you instead. She kisses your collarbone, trailing between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. Her plush lips are warm and wet. With each kiss, she ignites a fire beneath your skin. Your breath hitches when she tugs your pants down, unveiling your naked skin.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Yuushi groans at your lack of underwear. “Looks like we got a naughty neighbour here.” You squirm in place, the slickness between your thighs adding to the delicious friction. You lick your lips, and saliva begins to pool in your mouth when you see his cock coated in precum. “Use your tongue, K,” he orders.
“Mm!” K pushes you down onto the futon. She squeezes your thighs and parts your legs. She hovers in front of your crotch, and her warm breath tickles your sensitive skin. You shiver in anticipation, muscles tensing when she laps at your clit. She does the same thing she did with your nipples and circles your clit with a finger. When she brushes over the bundle of nerves, you moan and buck your hips, clenching around emptiness. K runs a finger between your folds and pops it into her mouth. She hums at the taste and begins eating you out, wanting more.
“Fuck!” you cry out when her tongue enters you. Your mind is too foggy to notice how she’s reaching deeper than humanely possible. Electricity thrums in your veins, and your walls are trembling around her tongue. You make eye contact, and your stomach flutters at the pleased smile on her face. “You’re doing a good job, K,” you praise her. She brings a hand up to pet your clit, and your hips jolt. “So good,” you mumble. She starts pistoning her tongue in and out of you. Your hips chase after her movements, and you’re riding her face.
You teeter on the edge of an orgasm. Your thighs tremble, wet with your juices. K drinks from you with a ravenous thirst. Her loud slurps echo throughout the room, and you like how dirty it sounds. Something wet and firm taps your lips.
“Open,” Yuushi commands, and you comply. A salty tang coats your tongue, and his musky scent fills your nostrils. “Time to see what kinda noises you’ll make.” He grunts and slowly slides himself into your mouth. “You good, sweetheart?” he asks, and you hum in reply. You take in the rest of his cock and tease him with your tongue. “Fuck, baby. You look so hot with your mouth full.” His words spur you on, and you begin sucking. With your movements hindered, you take his hands and place them on your head. His eyes darken, and he pulls out. “I need to hear you say it, baby,” he says, waiting for your permission.
“Please fuck my mouth,” you plead. Your mind is hazy. K keeps bringing you to the brink of orgasm and pulling you back before you tip over. You need to have this man use you. You want his taste to overwhelm your senses and feel his seed spill down your throat.
Yuushi looks at you with lust-blown eyes. “You gotta grab my wrist if you want me to stop,” he says. “You understand?” You nod. “I need words, baby.” For a man whose partner doesn’t speak, he’s very insistent on hearing your vocal consent.
“Yes, sir,” you say, batting your lashes at him. He growls and grabs a fistful of your hair. Your scalp tingles with a slight burn that shoots a jolt of pleasure to your core. He rams his entire length into your waiting mouth. You resume sucking and running your tongue over his cock. K finds your g-spot, and she presses against the spongy area. The knot in your stomach threatens to snap as the pleasure builds.
“Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth around my cock,” Yuushi praises, hips thrusting at a steady pace. “Do ya like it? Having your mouth and pussy stuffed at the same time?” You moan in response, and he chuckles. “I think you’re too drunk on sex to think right now.” He turns his head to K. “How’s it going down there, K?”
“Mm!” K groans and laps up the stream of juices trickling out of you. She’s eager to please, but her teasing is torture. Your body tenses as she brings you to a high, only to stop and let you plummet back to the ground. She laughs when you whine and grind against her face,
Yuushi smiles and looks back at you. “I think it’s about time we let ya cum. Whaddya say?” Yuushi asks. Pleading with your eyes, you beg him, desperate to have an orgasm. “Look at that face. I can’t say no to that,” he says. The grip on your hair tightens, and he speeds up his pace. “You know what to do, K.”
You widen your eyes, back arching when K assaults your g-spot and clit in tandem. Her ministrations are precise, and each stroke brings you closer and closer to your climax. Sensitive from her edging, waves of pleasure crash into you, sending you reeling into an orgasm. Your scream is muffled, and the vibrations cause Yuushi to stutter his hips. Warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat, and you swallow it all. You suck on his cock, milking the last few drops.
Yuushi slides out of your mouth and crouches down, smashing your lips together in a heated kiss. You’re positive he can taste himself, but he doesn’t hesitate to explore with his tongue. You shiver when K pulls her tongue out, clenching around nothingness, She flicks your clit, and you jerk from the overstimulation. Her giggle rings in your ears, and she plants a kiss on your inner thigh.
Yuushi moves away, and you whine at the loss of contact. He smirks and swipes a thumb across your swollen lips. “Ready for more?” he asks. “I’m gonna pound that tight cunt of yours ‘til it moulds into the shape of my cock.”
“Yes, please,” you beg. And for good measure, you add, “Sir.” He pushes you onto your back, spreading your legs. Two thick fingers enter and stretch you out. You moan and try to move your hips, but his other hand pins you in place. You squirm, but he chuckles and adds more of his weight,
“I’m only using my fingers, and you’re already squeezing so hard. How cute. You want me that badly?” he teases, fingers skirting around that sensitive spot. Close but never touching, and it drives you wild with need.
“I need to feel you inside me,” you plead, struggling to escape his iron grip. The callouses on his fingers scratch against your bare skin and send sparks of electricity in their wake. He’s giving you too much and not enough at the same time. The burn as he stretches you adds to the pleasure, but he continues to avoid your g-spot.
Yuushi smirks, “I am inside, sweetheart.” He shoves his fingers deeper and crooks them to prove a point. You clench your teeth and try to stop your walls from spasming. You want to feel him pulsing inside of you before you climax again.
“No,” you buck your hips, “I need your cock inside. Please, I need you to stuff me full.” Your walls clench around his fingers, aching for more. He pulls them out with a hum and licks them clean, groaning as he savours your taste.
Licking his lips, he lines his cock up with your entrance before grinding to a halt. “Fuck,” he curses, looking at you with wide eyes. “I don’t have any condoms.” He starts mumbling to himself about a quick run to the nearest store.
You tilt your head. “You don’t use any with K?” you ask. Although, given how often they have sex, condoms would be expensive.
“Well, no,” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck.
“We can buy some for next time—“ if there even is a next time “—but it should be fine since I’m on birth control.” Maybe K is in a similar situation, which would explain the lack of condoms. However, you would prefer to have them; two forms of contraceptives are better than one.
Yuushi bites his lip. “Honestly, sweetheart. I think you would look amazing with a cream pie. I wanna see that sweet cunt dripping with my cum,” he confesses. You would be lying if you said the idea didn’t turn you on.
You raise a brow and spread your folds, revealing your wet entrance. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Yuushi rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit, brushing it against your clit. Your walls flutter in anticipation, and you hold your breath when he starts easing in. Since Yuushi prepared you, there’s little resistance. The burn from the stretch is mild and pleasurable.
Yuushi closes his eyes as he sinks deeper inside, groaning when he bottoms out. He starts slow, rubbing lazy circles around your clit. “You take me so well, baby,” he praises. You preen at the compliment and move your hips to match his thrusts.
K pads over to your head, flushed and fidgety. She lifts her dress to reveal the cutest cunt you’ve ever seen, framed by a patch of dark blue. Her plump thighs are shiny with her juices, and your mouth waters. You don’t need to guess what she’s trying to ask. “You can ride my face, K,” you tell her. She smiles and climbs over, hovering above you. Sinking slowly, she hesitates and stops inches from your face. You breathe in her musky scent, mesmerized by her swollen clit and puffy lips. Impatient, you wrap your hands around her thighs and pull her down. She shrieks, which turns into a string of moans when you begin devouring her.
“Ah!” she cries out as you suck on her clit. Lapping up her juices, you drown in her sweet nectar. You’re drunk on her taste, and her heady scent makes your head spin. The bottom half of your face is messy, but you continue your ministrations. K is very responsive. She’s already quivering and on the brink of orgasm.
“Heh, you should see the lewd face she’s makin’,” Yuushi says. He pushes his thumb into K’s mouth, and she licks your juices off of it. “Good?”
She nods, “Mm!” and coats his finger with her saliva.
“Hear that, baby? She thinks you taste amazing. Be prepared to give me a sample later,” he says, pulling his thumb away to resume stroking your clit. Your mouth is busy, but the way you clench around him is all the response he needs. “You two are so fuckin’ hot,” he groans, picking up the pace. He lifts your right leg and rests it on his shoulder. The new position allows him to thrust at a deeper angle, and he brushes against your sweet spot.
You moan, sending a stream of vibrations into K’s throbbing cunt. The added stimulation sends her over the edge, and you can feel her clit pulsating against your tongue. She wails and rides out her orgasm, grinding her slick heat into your face.
“Ah!” K cries out and tries to pull away when you don’t stop, but you’re determined to get payback for the edging. Your nails mark her thighs with crescent moons, and Yuushi’s low chuckle spurs you on. A flick of your tongue opens the floodgates, and you’re directly in the splash zone. K becomes rigid, muscles tensing as another orgasm tears through her body. Gushes of liquid rain down on you, and you’re drenched with her release. You let go, and K slumps to the floor beside you, chest heaving and dress clinging to her sweaty form. Her hair is all over the place, and the smile on her face is relaxed. All the tension in her body is gone. She looks like she’s about to melt into a puddle on the floor.
“Holy shit. I haven’t seen her cum that hard in a while. You’re something special, aren’t ya?” Yuushi says. “Now that K’s all tuckered out, I want to see what face you’ll make when I make you cum again,” he slaps the pubic mound just above your clit, “and again.” Slap. “And again.” You jolt with each strike. He only uses enough force to leave a light sting, and you ache for more. You shudder, but he doesn’t miss how you bite your lip. His large hands wrap around your waist, and he picks you up like you weigh nothing.
Your arms flail and wrap around his neck for stability. The wolfish grin on his face sends a spike of arousal to your core. What is he planning? Your question is soon answered when he raises and drops you onto his cock. You gasp at the sudden movement, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your skull at how he drags along your walls. He doesn’t move, observing your reaction.
“You ok, sweetheart?” he asks, and this would be very wholesome if you weren’t impaled on his cock right now. “I don’t wanna be too rough with ya. Let me know if it’s too much,” he says.
“Do it again,” you say.
He smirks and squeezes your waist. “You gotta beg for it.” He tuts when your pout at him. “C’mon, I know you can. If you want it, you gotta beg.” You can feel his cock pulsing inside you; the heat makes it difficult to ignore. His thumbs rub little circles into your hips, and your body is already aching for more friction.
You groan and toss your shame out the window. “Fuck, Yuushi. Please fuck me. Fuck me until the only thing I can think about is your cock,” you plead. The smirk on his face both makes your blood boil and sing at the same time.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He lifts you again, but this time at an agonizing pace. His cock leaves you inch by inch for what feels like forever. And when you reach the tip, he slams back into you. Your nails bite into his shoulder as he repeats this over and over again until your mind is blank. “Look at you, baby. Absolutely drunk on my cock. You like it when I use you like this?” He aims for your g-spot on the next thrust and hits a bullseye. “I’m talkin’ to you, sweetheart.”
You whimper, “Yes, I love it.” As a reward, he raises and spears you with his cock once more. Your clit is throbbing, and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to cum so badly before in your life. Yuushi spaces out his thrusts so that you’re more sensitive with each one, but it’s never enough to reach a climax. Every time your pleasure peaks, he waits until it almost fizzles out before setting you ablaze. It’s absolute torture, and you love it.
“Look at you, being so good for me,” he coos. You clench, thrilled by the way his muscles tighten. He grunts, “your insides are sucking me in, and they don’t wanna let me go.” Leaving one arm to support you, he brings his other hand to tease your clit. “Do ya wanna cum, sweetheart? Wanna cum all over my cock?”
You beg, “Yes. Please.” You’re desperate to finally climax. If you thought K’s edging was bad, Yuushi’s is ten times worse.
Yuushi hums, a sly grin on his face. “Why should I?”
You pause and stare at him with wide eyes, “You said I’ve been good. Please, Sir. I need to cum,” you sob.
“Alright then. Cum,” he commands. Both of his hands return to your waist, and he begins ramming into you relentlessly. Your body buzzes with pleasure, and your hips eagerly match his thrusts. “Look at me; I wanna see your face while you cum.” You obey, focusing your gaze on him. “Good. Touch yourself. I’ve got ya.” You bring a hand down to rub your swollen clit, and your blood thunders in your ears. That feeling in the pit of your stomach is building, and your fingers move faster without thinking. “There ya go. Just like that. Milk my cock with your tight cunt.”
He grunts and continues railing you. His cock twitches. You want to feel his hot seed paint your walls white. On purpose, you clench as hard as you can. Yuushi curses and his thrusts become short and sloppy as he chases his own high. He comes undone, a mixture between a groan and a growl leaving his throat. Ropes of thick cum shoot inside you, sending you over the edge. You roll your hips as your vision blurs, and white-hot pleasure courses through your body in waves. Your clenches coincide with the pulsating of your clit. The rush of endorphins leaves you feeling floaty.
Still buried to the hilt, Yuushi turns you around so your back presses against his chest. He sucks on the pulse point on your neck and plays with your clit. “Yuushi,” you groan, still very sensitive from your recent orgasm.
He nips your earlobe, and his hot breath tickles your ear. “C’mon, baby. I know you got another one in ya,” he whispers, voice husky and low.
You shiver and shake your head. “I can’t,” you whine. Your clit is still swollen, and even the slightest touch is unbearable.
He presses a tender kiss to your shoulder. “You can and you will.” His tone is both demanding and soft. His hand travels to your clit and circles around it. “C’mon, sweetheart. Cum one more time for me.” He avoids directly touching your clit and instead stimulates the surrounding area. He traces down your lips to where the two of you are joined. “This pretty cunt was made for me.” Slapping your pubic mound, he chuckles darkly when your head lolls back into the crook of his neck.
His deft fingers make short work of you, bringing you to that precipice once more before tossing you off the cliff. This one is less intense, but it lasts longer. Yuushi continues with light touches, helping you ride out your orgasm. The spikes of pleasure ease into a pleasant buzz. Yuushi whispers praise the entire time, placing small kisses along your shoulders, the scruff of his beard scratching your skin.
He unsheathes his cock and lays you beside K, flopping down on your other side. Your body trembles from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you can still feel a tingling sensation between your thighs. The entire room smells like sex, and there’s a faint smell of cigarettes that always lingers when someone smokes inside.
You stare at the ceiling in a daze. “That was….” You’re at a loss for words. Because how can you describe what you just went through? K holds your hand, her lips in a gentle curve upwards. Her eyes contain an understanding look, and the amount of affection in them makes your heart skip a beat. She glances at Yuushi, and the two share a silent conversation you can’t interpret.
“I like you, and so does K. Wanna make this a thing?” Yuushi asks, blunt and to the point. You suppose this is the best outcome you could have hoped for. At least if they want you to join them during sex regularly, it’ll help satisfy your urges.
You look away from him and instead focus on K, playing with her hair. “Would it be casual?” you ask.
Yuushi chuckles and traces your collarbone with his fingertips. “Not gonna lie, sweetheart. I like you a lot,” he confesses and adds, “K seems to have gotten attached to ya, too.”
You frown and turn your head to face him. “What are you trying to say?” You don’t want to get your hopes up.
Yuushi smiles and caresses your cheek. “I’m sayin’ that I want you to join our relationship.”
Your eyes bug out of your head, and you almost believe you heard him wrong. “Is that something both of you want?” you ask. You need to make sure, especially since K doesn’t talk. Because of this, you look at her first. K nods and scoots closer to your side, snuggling into you. She reminds you of a cat curling up beside you. Glancing over at Yuushi, he’s watching the two of you fondly, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“Wouldn’t want anything else,” he says. “Although, there is one other thing.” Yuushi crawls down in front of your thighs, parting them with ease. He licks his lips and eyes your dripping cunt. “K got to taste you earlier; now it’s my turn.” He teases you with a short jet of cool air, and a shadow shields you from the bedroom light.
You glance up to see K’s breasts swaying above your head, nipples perked and begging to be touched. Her face is flushed, but she pushes her body closer to you. She makes this cute little squeak, and you open your mouth, latching onto her nipples. The salty taste of her sweat fills your tongue, and there’s a slight tang you can’t quite place. You moan, and she whimpers from the vibrations.
Yuushi’s deep chuckle rumbles against your inner thigh, and he licks a stripe up your slit, tasting the concoction of your juices mixed with his.
You shudder. Fuck. You’ll be lucky if you can even get out of bed in the morning.
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End Note:
ASfdjga;kgjf. Not me learning a few days after posting this that his first name is Yuushi and not Totsumoto. My bad. I went back and changed it so apologies if that fucked any of the other text up. Did you know his name appears around 90 times in this fic? Yeah, wasn't fun to change.
At first, I was going to have K be more dominant, but she's such a sweetie in my mind. Please let me know your thoughts. I rarely write smut so it always feels like I'm doing something 'wrong.'
I am interested in a scenario where the reader and K top Yuushi. Maybe that's what the next fic I'll write for this fandom be.
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ
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Sorry Ray, this is the anon that sent a message asking for permission to ramble vaguely spoiler-y info about my favorite character at you ages ago. Not sure if you even remember, since it’s been a few weeks since you gave the go-ahead. It took me a while to get all my thoughts in order, because at any given time I will start spontaneously frothing at the mouth over thoughts of this character but I’ve never tried to put all of those feelings into words at once, so I kinda procrastinated a bit that first day, and then work got freaking CRAZY and I just couldn’t even get back to it until now. I think I was finally able to put it all together in a way that kinda makes sense, so here it is at long last. I do have to warn you it's gonna get pretty long though, so get ready, bc here we go.
Let me paint a picture of the scenario for you. We’ll start by imagining the typical "Groundhog day" deal; usually we can expect the people involved to be classified into two categories – first, the main character, who remembers everything and whose actions cause (and eventually stop) the loops, and then everyone else around them, who all remember nothing and don't even notice anything except for the "final" timeline.
Following the typical Groundhog Day tropes, we could expect our main character to either wish for the loop/wake up in it or some other such situation, then spend the remainder of their time in it trying out various different scenarios and getting into a whole host of shenanigans trying to escape it, while the rest of the cast react in various ways, usually starting out funny/light-hearted, then sad or angry as our MC fucks up more and more, then finally all becoming happy by the “final loop” where the MC gets their shit together and achieves the loop-ending conditions (usually by making everyone happy). In this particular piece of media I’m so obsessed with, however, our MC is not trying to escape the loop – they’re delighting in it.
We the “audience” don’t realize the true horror of such a thing at first, because we’re delighting in the joy of every one of the (masterfully crafted) characters reaching their happy ending, but it turns out that for the person with the time powers, finding the “happily ever after” is not enough. They’re used to the power of the loop now, are in full control of it, and are having the time of their life finding out just what happens whenever they try to change anything. They’ve been at it for so long that the people trapped in the loop with them have stopped mattering, and they’ve gone on to try literally everything they can think of to try, up to and including killing everyone, because they figure why should they care? No one would remember anyway, so they get to use their time powers to the fullest, no consequences, right?
Except, no, not in this case. Because there is a third category of character in this particular Groundhog day nightmare; one person trapped in the loop, but not controlling it, who knows.
At first, both MC and us the “audience” don’t know this. This character acts like a carefree, goofy, lazy jokester, pulling pranks and making puns, generally having laid-back fun all the time – the last person you’d expect to be going through something so awful. But pretty soon, signs start to appear that there’s more to him than meets the eye. If you watch him veeery carefully, it looks like he might have some kind of power over time and/or space? And then he gives a sort of cryptic warning that makes you go hmmm but then stop thinking about, because he goes right back to pulling harmless practical jokes on people as if nothing’s wrong.
But then there’s a sudden shift – he tells the MC that if he hadn’t promised the opposite they would have been dead already. It is an incredibly chilling moment, seeing this generally laid-back guy become downright menacing, but even then, some of the people seeing this unfold might not yet realize the horror of his situation because this happens during one of the “kinder”, initial loops. They might wonder why he would say such a thing, either not yet understanding the implications of the MC’s power or not getting where his hostility could come from, since up to that point he mostly behaves in pretty much the same friendly fashion. Other people can end up thinking he’s being too harsh, because the MC is using their powers for good, right?
Pretty soon, as we watch more loops unfold where the MC gets increasingly violent, we end up seeing that thought is wrong, and they absolutely deserve his hatred. Even so, this guy’s response to the ever-escalating brutality is actually… way too chill? Most other people in the world try to fight back at one point or another, but he never does. In fact, unless the MC has actively killed his family in that particular loop, he never stops acting friendly, even when other friends and acquaintances have died. This is of course, very intriguing, and we can’t help but wonder what his deal is as we go along this journey.
Then we reach the worst possible scenario, where the MC has killed every single person for miles around, and when he makes a final stand to try to stop them once and for all, we find out the whole truth - He reveals that he has known what the MC has been doing all along, has been dealing with similar loops for a long time, and as a result has become somewhat nihilistic.
After all, he has been at the mercy of this person (and their predecessor with a similar power) for an incredibly long time. Just, imagine what that would do to a person. This is not your typical “Groundhog day”; it’s not limited to a few loops lasting a week at most. Remember, these people are actively trying to do literally everything that could possibly be done. They’ve not only tried every iteration of everything there is to do in this place, but also talked to and killed every person in every possible combination, just to see how their loved ones or acquaintances react, to the point where they no longer see them as people. How long would that take? Depending on how creative and determined they were, it could have taken years, especially if they spent several days or weeks on every loop, as they surely would have.
Just imagine, what do you do, if you know time is looping, but it could take days, weeks, months, or years, before time loops back around to the “starting point”, but you never know and have no way to tell or predict when any loop will end? You can expect everything you know and worked for so hard for the past however long to disappear, just like that, like a snap of your fingers, and you have to accept it. There is nothing you can accomplish, you have no power to do anything. Any effort can be reversed, at any given time, at some points for no reason you can understand because everyone was happy, but still this being, this… uncaring demigod, resets again. And again. And again. So nothing you do matters, nothing you try changes anything in the long run, not really, because this apathetic, unsympathetic, almost sociopathic person controlling the lives of you and everyone around you cares about One Thing, and one thing only; their own enjoyment. Their curiosity. The “need” to know what happens. A need that drives them to do the unthinkable time and time again. Because, again, who cares? As far as they know, no one can remember, no one will know, there are no consequences. So they loop, and they loop, and they loop, over and over and over, until it must have been decades, maybe even centuries, since the loops started.
And I just, whenever I think too hard about this piece of media, and this character, and what you can find out about him, it wrecks me, okay? It just, destroys me. Because when we think about it, taking all of this into account, his behavior makes perfect sense. Characters around him talk about how he gives only the bare minimum effort, call him lazy, but of course he is. Of course being caught in an eternally-looping hell cycle would wreck your motivation, because why put anything beyond the minimum required effort into anything, if it could all be lost in an instant with no warning? Why try to stop this person, if any progress towards that goal could be turned back whenever the person with the time powers wishes? Also, of course he acts aloof and laid-back - he seems to have taken refuge in apathy, trying to show that he cares as little as possible, because how would caring help except for making him hurt more?
How do you process all of that? Even if he doesn't completely remember (and we have no way to know whether he does or not, because why would he let the MC [and the audience with them] know that he remembers, when they might use that against him just to see how he reacts to further loops? I know I wouldn’t), how do you deal with the knowledge, the weight of thousands of lives lived and lost, thousands of deaths for yourself and everyone you love that you can't help, that you can't stop, that you have no way to control or prevent, that no effort made and no dream fulfilled ever matters because nothing lasts? How do you stay sane?
But that’s not all! Now, the hidden hostility is the one that makes sense, while the friendliness he showed most of the time is the questionable one. Why bother acting so inviting? Turns out, as we find out during that last terrible fight, that it’s because he figured that maybe this person that has caused him so much pain, this individual whom he should see as an unfeeling demon, might be doing all of this because they were unhappy. He was secretly hoping they could be friends, so they would be so happy they became satisfied with their reality and let time run its course. And doesn’t that just break your heart? Even after everything, he hasn’t lost his caring heart, even showing at times that he’s worried about this monstrosity that has the potential to doom him, that he can never know which facet he’s going to get next; the friend or the killer. He sees this person who has caused untold amounts of pain to him and everyone he knows, but he still held on to hope that they might change, that they could be better, that the friend he found in the kinder loops was lying there beneath the surface somewhere; so he offered food and laughs and friendship and hoped for the best. GODDAMNIT *pounds fists against the walls*
Extra-heartbreaking fact: We can find out later that he has a way to keep track of events between loops – a place exclusively for him that time cannot touch. During one of the happier loops, where everyone’s dream gets fulfilled, he gets a picture with all of his friends and family together, including the abomination that made it possible, and he places it in the only location where the loops will not erase it - because he wants to remember this forever even if it hurts, even if the loops reset and they lose the memories, he wants to keep this… which means we know for certain that if the MC decides to reset time after reaching the happiest possible future he definitely knows they betrayed him. I am in agony goddammit. Like, I just imagine how he felt the times when the anomaly resets the loop and does it all again; everyone’s dream is fulfilled, everyone is happy, and he races back to that place, to put a picture commemorating the happiest day of his life in a spot where it will never go away… but there’s already an identical picture there. Can you imagine how that would feel? This person who’s earned your trust has betrayed you, maybe even a thousand times over, and whatever they said they feel this time they don’t care, they can’t, not really, or they wouldn’t have done something like this. It’s awful why am I thinking about this again why am I doing this to myself asdfghsrgsdfd *crying screaming frothing at the mouth*
Okay, going back to his final stand, knowing everything we know now, why does he try to stop the MC in that final battle, if nothing matters? Simple; turns out if the MC succeeds and murders everyone, they’d get strong enough to end time itself, and despite it all, even though he’s dealing with what must be severe depression, even though he holds no hope for himself and has nothing he looks forward to, he still wants the best for his family and friends. He still cares about them, wants them to have at least a chance to be happy, even if it’s just temporary, so much so that he’s willing to use every last bit of his considerable powers, every trick up his sleeve, every ounce of willpower still in his body to fight what he knows is an unwinnable battle, over and over and over, just on the one in a thousand chance that he can force the anomaly to stop, or convince them to try any other possibility. It just explodes my brain every time I take even a second to think about it *weeps*
Anyway, thus end my entirely-too-long rant about my favorite piece of media and character. Hopefully you enjoyed it even a little. Maybe think of it as an AO3 oneshot in this trying times? Lol
Thanks for hearing me out, love ya!❤️
Forgot to add one thing to my crazy long rant about my favorite character just now (see the previous “Groundhog day” ask if you need context sorry but I just had to add this):
It doesn’t help my obsession that I see people misinterpret him so often. It’s infuriating; they fall for the mask he wears and the role he plays, the ways in which his circumstances have forced him to act, they say “he’s so strong, how could he be so apathetic? How dare he not try from the beginning to stop this nightmare?” or “wow he’s still so aloof even when his friends die, he really doesn’t care about anyone but himself” and I’m just like… are we looking at the same person? Are we interpreting the same piece of media? Where have they been? How have they not noticed the million little ways in which he shows he cares? He clearly appears to be coping with serious mental health issues; he wants nothing, finds it hard to do anything but joke or sleep, may be eating less, doesn’t bother with getting anything for himself, and doesn’t seem to be able to honestly find anything to look forward to most of the time. He is a deeply hurt individual struggling basically alone (because no one else is aware and they can’t be made to remember, not for long) to survive a horrifyingly bleak situation but still he makes sure his family has everything they could possibly want or need, still takes care of his friends to the best of his ability, still makes sure to bring joy to others even when he admits he can no longer feel it himself, still finds it in himself to care about the “harbinger of doom” (so to speak), and is still a fundamentally kind person, who cares so, so much despite his best efforts to the contrary and I just- I love him, I love him so so much, and it makes me so angry how others fall for his façade of apathy and brand him as uncaring. He deserves the world, I know he’s fictional but I’d die for him.
Ok, NOW I’m done. Sorry again, just made an already long ass rant even longer lmao but tbh I have no regrets I feel free uwu
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I can tell that this has got you by the entire soul and after reading this I honestly can't blame you because hot damn that's a lot.
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(This is pretty embarrassing to ask but I’m a sad guy with sad feelings so) main omori characters(plus mari if you don’t count her)where they run in on reader trying to very quietly cry so nobody notices? You don’t have to add this but maybe reader cries harder when the character walks in - 🐗/evil twin
A/N: sorry it took so long evil twin i am a procrastinator . also sorey if sunny and basils parts suck i project my inability to comfort onto them. also projected my mommy issues during maris part ...
RW OMOGANG walking in on reader crying and trying to hide it
includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, BASIL, and MARI
SUNNY
when he first peeks in and sees the tears on your face, he definitely panicked
he's a little awkward so he might think about just quietly leaving, but he cares about you and can't just leave you like that
once you look up and notice him, his heart drops when you break out in a sob
he walks over to you and slowly sits down, hesitating to put his hand on your back. he's still kinda stiff and awkward though
he doesn't ask you to talk about it, he just sits there and waits for you to do your own thing. it doesn't matter if you just need a pat on the back or if you need to rant about something, he'll stay there for as long as you need
sunny has a hard time showing care, so the best he can do is listening and nodding his head. he is trying his best, and seeing as his love language is quality time, if you'd like you two go out for ice cream afterwards!!!
AUBREY
her immediate reaction is concern, and she thinks about slowly closing the door so you won't see her, but she'd feel far too guilty
she takes a few cautious steps in, gently calling your name and she kinda freaks out if you start to cry harder and hide your face
she's at your side, slowly sitting down on your bed and hovering her hand over yours before deciding against it and patting you on the back.
"hey, Y/N... what's wrong?"
her heart twinges with guilt when she sees you crying, despite not doing anything wrong. she tends to assume things are her fault!
she'll listen to you talk until you tire. aubrey really doesn't mind. she knows it all too well; the frustration of not being able to just rant and talk about yourself for once. she listens silently and slowly rubs your back as you speak through sobs
she's kinda scared to, but she ends up pulling you into a hug, burying her face in your neck.
"you don't have to hide it, y'know.. i'm here."
KEL
he waltzes into your room and stops in his tracks once he sees you crying.
"..Y/N?"
kel never likes seeing people cry. he's always been one to try and stay positive, but whenever someone else is upset or angry it always dampens his mood. he's such an empath
he'll step over to you, eyeing you carefully and playing with his fingers.
when you notice him and flinch a little, he flinches right back and waits for you to say something. but when all he's met with are sobs, he sits down next to you and immediately hugs you tightly.
it might've been more to comfort himself than you, as physical touch is sometimes a grounding method. i think seeing people emotional can get kel kind of..,,. disassociated??
he pulls away and looks at you in the eyes, asking what's wrong. he listens to you talk quietly, afraid that if he interrupts you might shut down and stop talking completely
he might try to crack more jokes the rest of the day, and definitely takes you out to gino's to get your favorite pizza and chat. he doesn't like seeinf anyone sad, especially not you!!!
HERO
hero lightly knocked on your door before letting himself in. usually, he was quite good at knocking, but every now and then he'd let the dad side of him slip and just lets himself into your room
it was mainly out of concern as to if you were okay, again another dad trait
you're in your bed, sniffling and breathing heavily, it goes almost unnoticed from outside the door.
"Y/N? what happened?" hero anxiously rushes to your bedside, and his heart shatters when you let out a loud sob when you see him
his first instinct is to engulf you in a hug, but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he settles for standing there awkwardly and not knowing what to do with his hands
he ends up sitting down on your bed, putting his feet up and scooting closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulder. "hey, hey, it's alright. i'm here."
if you want to talk to him about your feelings, he gladly listens, nodding and validating whatever you say with little 'yeah' and 'yup's
he makes u your favorite home-cooked meal afterwards to cheer you up, and lets you know you can always come to him for help. he also ruffles ur hair
BASIL
basil has a hard time with feelings. he feels so much of them, but they're so hard to get out and deal with.
he cracks the door open and pops his head in. "Y/N? you okay?"
he sees you curled up in your sheets in bed, and immediately grows concerned, opening the door wider.
"..Y/N?" he stands awkwardly at the door, fidgeting and trying to see your expression.
you look up and see him, and you quickly bury your face into your covers and cry harder. he grows panicked, and speed walks to your side, hesitating to sit down on the bed.
"oh, Y/N.. what.. what's wrong?" he inches closer, slowly taking your hand in his shaky one, rubbing it with his thumb.
basil is a great listener, and he hears you out intently on everything you have to say. he tries to speak comforting words, but they come out as somewhat robotic. he's trying. he truly means the words though!
basil gives you a quick, warm hug and pulls back, smiling softly. "do you want to see the others? they're outside." his friends always cheer him up, so he assumes it's the same for you
MARI
mari wants nothing more than to put a smile on everyones face. so when see walks in on you crying quietly, her sisterly instincts kick in
she rushes to your side and immediately sits on the bed, placing her hand over yours and speaking soothing words.
"hey, it's alright, Y/N. i'm right here." she rubs your hand with her thumb. "let's talk about it, yeah?"
she keeps her hand in yours when you speak, and shooshes you and coos if you start to sob or have a hard time speaking.
she reassures you, and gives you a little pep talk
"you're the strongest kid i know, Y/N. look at you, standing straight and tall after everything. be happy about how far you've come!"
she's incredibly understanding and does anything you want to do afterwards. bake cookies, have a picnic, hang out with your friends. she's very attentive, so she'll pay extra attention to make sure you're doing alright!
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Swapped! AU (Luke, Simeon, Solomon)
It's the long awaited finale, lads! The final characters for the Swapped AU. Thanks for all the support and love for the headcanons, I didn't expect everyone to enjoy it so much!! I hope you guys enjoy this post as well~
What would the characters in Obey Me be like in a world where they are players of the game and you’re their favourite character?
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2.8k
Luke
Luke tells everyone he downloaded Obey Me out of sheer curiosity. No, he did not download it to try and bond with the brothers, stop saying that. He just thought it looked nice, he swears on it-
With the bright colours and cool aesthetics, Luke quickly got deeper into the rabbit hole of Obey Me. You became his favourite character in a heartbeat. Even if you don't look tough, you definitely seem like that and super cool at least to him. He wants to be just like you!
As such, he spent a couple of weeks trying to emulate you. Wearing your style of clothes and trying to talk like you. He wanted everyone to think he was cool and he thought you were the prime example of it
Luke has cried from the main plot multiple times. Although the story is often funny and not much is shown explicitly on screen, the thought of curses and monsters sometimes gives him nightmares if he plays the game too late in the night. Those times he has to go to Simeon’s room for comfort
Wants to give you all the hugs! He may not be the tallest person around but whenever something bad happens to you in game he wants to swoop in and protect you. He hates seeing your sad face
Unfortunately, you’ve made Luke become a master procrastinator. If unattended, he will be grinding the game instead of doing whatever homework assigned to him. It got so bad that Simeon or Solomon always have to be present as he studies
His favourite card of yours has a pastel, tea party aesthetic. Pastries laid on a table, large plushies and side characters accompanying you, wearing light coloured formal gear. You’re inviting the camera to take a seat beside you and he really wants to join!
Luke also loves scrolling through fan art with a similar aesthetic. He just loves seeing you smiling, laughing and having a great time with other characters, away from the actual darkness of the main plot
Has cooked your favourite food and baked various cookies with themes to you. As much as he loves sharing his cooking at times he can get a little possessive with the foods he’s made for you, wanting to keep it all to himself
Luke is a responsible spender and he has Simeon supervising him, so anything he buys related to you is few and far between but very meaningful to him. He likes the pastel themed merchandise of you, including a set of baking utensils in your favourite colour
“I’m so sorry to hear you had a bad day, Luke,” Simeon offered a sympathetic smile as he kept the front door open for Luke to stomp in petulantly. “I can organise Solomon to come over and we can spend the night watching movies to take your mind off of things. How’s that?”
Luke took a moment to think before nodding slowly. “Okay. But I want some time alone in my room. And don’t come in!”
Simeon blinked in surprise as Luke hurried off to his room. Simeon was always one to respect the wishes of his loved ones, but Luke’s outburst piqued his interest. Just because he couldn’t come in doesn’t mean he could try and hear what’s happening from the outside…
After packing items away and suitably Solomon-proofing the kitchen for his arrival later today, Simeon tiptoed his way to Luke’s room to try and overhear what was happening. Through the door, the muffled tune of Obey Me’s home screen was playing.
“Oh, I didn’t realise you’re back. Did you have a good day?”
“I didn’t (Y/N), it was such a bad day! The first bad thing was with Mammon calling me a chihuahua. First of all, I’m not a chihuahua-”
Simeon stifled a giggle as the boy ranted on about his day, his screen supposedly listening in. He knew Luke had grown attached to the pixels on the screen that made up the character (Y/N) but he didn’t realise just how much solace Luke found in them.
Eventually there were a few sound effects from tapping on the screen.
“You know, sometimes I don’t understand my friends.”
“Me too! I mean, wait- I don’t think they’re my friends, they’re just my classmates. But they’re kind of cool… in their own way. I want to be like them. And I want them to stop calling me a chihuahua.”
A few more taps yet again.
“Don’t worry, if anything’s troubling you, I’ll take care of it. I’ve got your back, always.”
“You’re the best, (Y/N)! Thanks for listening to my rant… Solomon’s going to be coming over today. I wish you could join us too…”
Before Luke could get more moody, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. The boy audibly yelped before hurriedly turning off his phone as Simeon opened the door.
“Did you have a nice conversation with your friend?” Simeon asked teasingly.
“H-huh?! How much did you hear?”
“Oh, not much. Only all of it.”
“Simeon!” Luke whined as he grabbed his pillow, wrapping his arms around it and stuffing his face into the fabric to hide his growing blush.
Simeon
Downloaded the game when Lucifer was complaining about his brothers’ growing addiction to it. What better way than to understand how they feel than by downloading the game himself? Is what he tells himself but he can’t help but be a little cheeky to Lucifer
Even if you weren’t a character in the game, Simeon likely would keep playing because it was just such an interesting premise. He’s initially oblivious about how he appreciates you more than just an integral character to the plot, but once it hits it hits hard
Once he realises just how much he loves you, any line you say that offers even the slightest flirty tone has Simeon turning the phone screen away from him as he tries to hide his flustered face
Thought you were a real person at first due to the text feature, or there was at least someone real portraying you. Of course him only having set responses was weird but he didn’t know any better. When he realised you were just lines of code, his disappointment was immeasurable and his day was ruined
He fails your surprise guest event, repeatedly. No matter how many times you pay him a visit he still fails the event more than he succeeds and it breaks his heart. Solomon took pity and bought a whole bunch of your favourite items on Simeon’s account (even then Simeon’s success rate is depressingly low)
Simeon is enthralled with all your cards that portray you as suspicious and morally grey. With bright lighting in some areas casting dark, contrasting shadows over your face, wearing a knowing smirk as you look to the camera, finger pressed to your lips to make Simeon swear his silence
Likely has discussions with Satan, theory crafting and dissecting your character further. The two together are an unstoppable force when it comes to understanding you and Simeon will gladly contact the developers to help aid the plot under his pen name
Regardless, Simeon contributes to the fandom with fanfiction. He’s made a few AUs and just loves writing intense pieces of fiction about you and tensions with other characters. Still, he can’t help but be a little self-indulgent and write some self inserts and xReader fics
Simeon isn’t really one for official merchandise, but he has bought some fan creations that feel more personalised. In particular a fountain pen designed to your theme, that’s only kept on display remains unused
“Oh, good day Solomon,” Simeon chirped, wearing his gentle smile. “I was wondering if you were going to drop by, Luke’s been missing you.”
“Sorry, I’ve been caught up in learning a new spell,” Solomon responded in kind with a smile of his own. In the living room, he took a seat by a coffee table, opposite Simeon. The two were engulfed in silence for a few moments as Simeon waited for his guest to start a conversation, but Solomon couldn’t bring himself to speak. His instincts were caught up in something else. The uncanny feeling of being watched that sent electricity down his spine. Simeon may be in front of him, but there was another presence here… he turned his head to survey the area.
Solomon stared in disbelief as his eyes settled on the hunched over figure in the corner of the room.
“Don’t mind him,” Simeon waved his hand dismissively, smile widening as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “He’s been like that for an hour now. I think he’s trying to get the confidence to walk closer but when I approach him he scuttles away.”
“First… you tell me you’re Christopher Peugot… the author behind The Seven Lords,” Leviathan started, voice distant as he rambled. In fetal position in the dark corner of the living room, he rocked back and forth with his head in his hands. “And now you’re telling me you’re Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser on Devilblr?! Creator of all the best angst fanfics with the cast and the fluffiest one shots with (Y/N) and who wrote the legendary slow burn series in a royalty AU where the reader is in an arranged marriage with emperor (Y/N)?!”
“I must admit, that second pen name sounds far less admirable but it gets the job done,” Simeon chuckled awkwardly, only making Levi scream into his hands. Solomon watched in amusement as Levi started to rush forward.
“Your autograph! NOW!!”
Levi almost tackled Simeon save for him narrowly dodging with a laugh.
“Of course, let me get some paper-”
“No wait, I’ve got a (Y/N) poster, let me get it from the home!”
Levi dashed out of the room and Solomon turned to Simeon with raised eyebrows.
“Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser?” Solomon mused, smirk widening as Simeon rubbed the back of his head, looking away as heat climbed to his face. “My, you live many double lives, don’t you Simeon?”
“Don’t mention it, I forgot to turn my device off when Leviathan came here and he saw one of my drafts,” Simeon sighed. “I hope he keeps it a secret.”
“He’ll try, that’s the most I can guarantee.”
Solomon started to laugh but stopped when the door creaked open again. The motion was slow and hesitant as a blue tuft of hair timidly peeked through the crack.
“Uh… I haven’t gotten the poster yet… but Simeon… are you down for commissions? I have some (Y/N) fic ideas…”
“For you, my friend? You don’t have to pay me.”
Levi burst into tears of joy.
Solomon
Solomon is a busy man but he likely stumbled across the game on his own due to his natural curiosity and loneliness unless he overheard Asmo going on and on about how fun and pretty the game was and how he simply must download it
His emotions with you felt like a true slow burn. Of course his eyes couldn’t help gravitating towards you when you appeared on screen but it took a good chunk of the main plot until he realised he was genuinely down bad for you. Now no matter how much you’re in the game he’s starving for (Y/N) content
It’s his favourite pastime when he wants to do something mindless instead of studying and if everyone else is busy with their own things. Much like when he’s chasing his other passions, he can completely lose track of time and spend hours progressing through the story and grinding until someone knocks on his door
Your biggest fan, he’s always rooting for you. He loves how you navigate each complication and how you interact with other characters. He’d love to be able to join in with some of the antics
He likes to cook your favourite dish on the regular when he has the time. He tries to encourage others to try it so he can spread appreciation for your character but no one accepts… oh well, that simply means more for him!
His favourite card of you is one where you’re portrayed as a magician of your own. Adorned in a typical sorcerer’s garb, you stand in a darkened room lit up by your various spells as you smile in wonder and awe. Oh, how he’d love to join you and waste the night away lighting up the sky with magic
He tends to keep to himself but he’s a little more open on social media. Under a pseudonym he will go off about how you’re an amazing character and his brainrot. On days where he’s bored and feeling mischievous he may go around and spam content of you throughout the fandom
Might have bought a figure or two of you but overall isn’t big on the whole merch concept. He prefers to make his own little trinkets in dedication to you but if his friends ever gift him anything he’s not complaining
Similarly he doesn’t spend too much money on the game. He feels there are other ways he can appreciate you and get his daily (Y/N) fix. That being said, he’s got some spare change that he’ll glady throw at the game to get his favourite cards or exclusive outfits for you
Solomon is oddly soothed by the "permanence" of your character. Even if something bad happens to you in the main plot, or even in the worst case scenario if you die to further the story, you'll still be there to always greet him on the home screen
Notebooks were strewn across the desk. Messy scrawls barely visible over the dim candlelight. In the centre of it all sat Solomon, eyes flickering between each book as he contemplated in silence. He was so close but so far. It was passable but that wasn’t enough for him. Somewhere in his hastily written notes should be the answer, just a little tweak to make it perfect.
He jolted at the sound of a knock on the door.
“Yes?”
“Dinner’s ready, you should really get something to eat,” Simeon called from the other side. “May I enter?”
“Of course.”
Hearing the door creak open, Solomon returned to his musings, finger to chin as he tapped absentmindedly.
“My, a new spell? You’ve been at it for hours,” Simeon stated as he tiptoed towards the sorcerer, trying to make sense of the seemingly nonsensical ramblings on the paper.
“Days, actually,” Solomon muttered.
“Care to tell me what it’s meant to do? Perhaps another perspective could help-”
Solomon clicked his fingers, a simple ‘ah’ escaping his lips as he scrambled to one of his notebooks. Pen manifested in hand, he crossed out a small part of the script, hurriedly correcting himself as he rewrote the passage. Simeon watched with bated breath as Solomon leaned back, double, triple checking the writing before he turned to Simeon with a cheeky smile.
“Would you like to see the magic in action?”
Simeon swept his arms wide, inviting Solomon to take the stage. The sorcerer straightened his posture, gaze on the book as he started to chant a passage never heard before. This spell was an original, created only by Solomon for his own enjoyment.
As the incantation continued, a low light started to emanate from his hands. The light started to spread, growing at an exponential speed and brightness until it became a blinding white. Simeon stifled a grunt as he screwed his eyes shut, hiding his face behind an arm as the light became too overwhelming. This magic, it was sophisticated, it was strong. He shouldn’t have expected any less from the strongest sorcerer of all time.
He could sense the light dying down. Eventually, Simeon pulled his arm away but his eyes remained closed.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Simeon needed to take a moment. Just what could be the result of such powerful magic? Even opening his eyes seemed to take too long, the anticipation was killing him. He furiously willed his eyes to adjust to the darkness quicker.
In Solomon’s hands…
… was a (Y/N) figurine.
Simeon smiled politely, but his chuckle was confused. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
“This is a perfect replication of the exclusive (Y/N) figurine that was on sale last week but already sold out. In all honesty it was far too expensive for me to buy, so I figured it would be a lot cheaper if I just created a spell for me to get my hands on it. In fact, I might try to do this with future forms of merchandise. It’s good practice for spells and- Simeon, what’s with that look of disappointment?”
Swapped AU General Headcanons: (Leviathan, Mammon) (Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan) (Asmodeus, Belphegor) (Barbatos, Diavolo)
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A Part. Ao3
Summary:
Sure, it was only obvious that the breakup would hurt Patton. But did no one think about love itself?
Or
The others forget Roman is literally love but his bro comforts him
Notes:
First fic! Pardon me if it isn’t up to par but I wanted to get something for you out. (Also some shit happens in my real life, oh and procrastination)
Cw: oblivious/ignorant sides, slight Patton bashing, descriptions of someone looking sick, Remus comforting his bro, Roman has self deprecating thoughts.
Pairings: none!
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It had been only about a week since the breakup. Not that it mattered, the others were still furious. Rightly so. It was all his fault!
The window was open, a slight drift moving the curtains. The sun was setting, casting the room in a low, orange light. The floor was littered with tissues, an overflowing trash can not too far from them.
Roman lay on the bed staring up. His prince costume had long been discarded. His skin was pale, rosy cheeks stained with tears only accentuating that. His hair was disheveled, it looked to be less saturated than before.
“Why must you ruin everything…”
A chocked sob escaped Roman. His voice was barely above a whisper, throat aching after what must have been hours of crying. He let out a shaky breath before continuing his soliloquy.
“If only you had just…Done you *job*…”
Roman turned to his nightstand. There lay a letter. A love letter. Funny wasn’t it? How the one to call Thomas all those names was the same person who called him ‘love’. It didn’t matter anymore. Roman had failed at his sole purpose. Keeping Thomas happy.
———
Remus paced around his room. Not out of anxiety or worry. Janus had prohibited him from entering the living room after he brought in a second dead body. It wasn’t his fault the first one needed a friend!
“Wonder how he’s holding up…” he thought out loud.
Remus seemed to have been the only one to notice Roman’s sudden absence. He was his brother after all, plus Roman was his favourite person to annoy! The others seemed to be too preoccupied with Patton…That bastard. ‘Oh look at me so sad! I am feelings!’ Well, Roman was passion, love for fucks’s sake! It made Remus feel weird…He didn’t like Roman…but they were still brothers.
“That’s it” and with that, Remus quickly vanished from his room.
———
It was deafeningly silent. A tear made its way down Roman’s cheek. He didn’t even bother wiping it away this time, much too tired to move. He looked sick. White hairs had started appearing on his head, all colour having been drained from his eyes. There was no point in trying.
‘At least I won’t burden them anymore’, ‘It’s better like this’, ‘I deserve this’, thoughts like these were floating in Roman’s brain. His eyes slowly closed.
“I’m so fucking sorry Thomas.”
———
Few moments passed before Remus rose up. Morning star in hand, ready to cause trouble.
“Oh Ro-Bro~ Are yo-“ Remus was cut short.
The sight of his brother made his stomach churn, something not many things were able to achieve. No, that wasn’t his brother. His brother was lively, loud, happy…this…
A loud thud was heard as the morning star fell from his hands. Rushing to his brother he sighed in relief when the faint heartbeat and slight coldness of Roman’s breath against his hand alerted Remus he was still alive. He withdrew and placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder, shaking him lightly.
“Ro-Bro, get up.” Remus’ worries came back, since Roman didn’t seem to wake.
“Come on now,” he growled, “get up you fucker!” He shook him more violently, worry slipping into his voice despite his efforts to remain calm.
Why was he even so worried? Roman was still alive after all, and he probably would wake up…oh for the love of fuck! Remus allowed tears to spill from his eyes, voice coming out in a sob as he begged Ro to wake up.
———
Roman’s eyes slowly fluttered open. It must have been morning, perhaps early mid day? Whatever, it’s not like he really cared. His eyes took a bit to adjust to the light invading the room through the curtains. He felt light, almost as if he were floating. Was this a dream?
“Hmmmgg…Ro?” A voice startled him.
Turning his head ever so slightly he was met with Remus’ gaze staring down at him. It seemed as though he had just woken up, still rubbing his eyes. Dark circles framing them, still damp from tears cheeks accompanying them. He looked so…exhausted? Roman had never seen Remus like that, let alone crying. Roman looked at him, trying to ask what was wrong but his voice betrayed him. What came out was a slight whine, barely audible.
“Oh you fucker.” Remus dipped down and hugged him.
Resting his head in the space besides Roman’s head he wrapped his hands around the prince. He felt so relieved. Roman was ok. He quickly pulled back after a groan from his twin’s lips reminded him that he was crushing him. Sitting besides him, he helped Roman sit up on the bed, making sure not to move him too quickly.
Roman felt dizzy, as if his brain was melting in his head.
“What ‘re you doin’ here…?” He slurred out.
Remus stammered, bewildered. Was he really being serious? “You’re kidding right? Roman, you haven’t come out of your room in a week, I come in and find you barely alive, and you ask me why I am here!?”
He didn’t intend on sounding angry, let alone upset, but it happened to come out that way. But was he at fault? Roman was acting like such an idiot.
Roman jolted back a bit. He looked scared. Upset. Worst of all he looked sorry. Ready to break and start apologising, saying sorry for making Remus worry, sorry for being a burden, sorry for being a failure.
Tears spilled from his eyes. They had gained back some of their colour, same with his skin and hair, but he still looked sickly. He tried to speak, but all he could muster up was a faint “s-sorry”.
No, Remus must have misheard right? He all but lunged forward and embraced Roman.
“No. Stop. Just…it’s ok, I’m here” he said as Roman started to sob into his shoulder.
“Sorry for *hic* making you…w-worry” Roman’s words came out barely audible.
“Don’t be. You did nothing wrong, hear me? Nothing.”
Remus patted his twin’s back, humming softly to soothe him. Oh dear….He didn’t like seeing his brother like this. He missed the brave, annoying, over the top Roman. As he made a mental note to give the others a piece of his mind Roman spoke up, finally having calmed down a bit.
“You’re…not mad?”
‘Might as well have driven a dagger straight through my heart’ Remus thought. “No I’m not. Just…I’m sorry, I should have noticed sooner.”
Before Roman could protest Remus continued.
“Just, listen, you’re not a failure, a screw up, whatever. Thomas will find someone new. Shit happens ok? Just cause it’s a part of your job to be love doesn’t mean anything. That’s only a part of you. A part of the amazing Roman.” Remus chuckled. “The, very sadly, lesser of the twins~”
Roman chuckled and pushed Remus off of him.
“Fucker” he said while smiling. ‘Well, what did I expect?’ Roman thought. Remus was his brother after all, and as much as he wanted he couldn’t stay mad.
Plus, the teasing was a part of him, right?
Notes:
Hope you enjoyed! Again this is my first one so sorry for the bad writing. Also for the fact that it’s short, wanted to get it out this week.
-ARedLemon :)
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Nsfw Post
Minors DNI
Cole Brookstone
Warnings: male receiving(blow job), face fucking
༄Classmate!Cole and you working on a project together that your professor had given you with a two week deadline
You two were practically forcing to get it done so procrastination doesn’t get the best of you both
You either would invite him over or he’d invite you over, depends on the day and which direction you both decide to walk in
Thank god you were both walking to dorms and not houses or apartments
༄Classmate!Cole and you getting along pretty well, you both were surprised at how easily you both clicked while working on this project and agreed that you would both would definitely be friends even after this stupid project
The sessions for the studying and researching of the project started out really good since you both were determined to get it done
You both were so determined in fact that you both finished and submitted the project early much to your lecturer’s delight
You both definitely deserved a treat after that so you both went out for ice cream then decided to relax at Cole’s dorm since his roommates went to a house party another friend was throwing
You both don’t even know how it happened but that night went from laughing and watching movies to you kneeling between his legs and sucking him off
You both genuinely have no idea how this even happened, you both have been teasingly and ‘jokingly’ flirting throughout the times you both would hang out but didn’t think it was anything serious..that was until you both decided to say fuck it
You only live once as they say
༄Classmate!Cole letting out deep and strained grunts and moans as he laces his fingers into your hair, looking down at the way you take him into your mouth
“Fuuuck, that’s it baby”
He sounded even more attractive like this, it was making you get turned on simply by just hearing him
༄Classmate!Cole making sure to let you go at your own pace as well as helping you by gently guiding your head
He had never done something like this before, he was never someone who had luck with love so he just never tried
༄Classmate!Cole suddenly but accidentally thrusting into your mouth, it felt heavenly but the second he heard you gag he paused and looked down at you with concern and worry
“Shit I’m sorry, are you okay?” He was a bit surprised but happy to see you nodding once you pulled yourself away so his cock was released from your mouth
“Need a moment?” He asked as he ran his fingers along your jawline gently to which you leaned into his touch, you took a breather for a minute or so before gently grasping him into your hand again
༄Classmate!Cole being surprised once you told him you don’t mind him fucking your throat to which he would make sure you’re comfortable and know how much can he do
This results in Cole standing up for better footing as he let you take him into your mouth again, once he felt like you’ve eased into it again, he gave you a warning before gently holding onto your hair/head
You would look up at him with big doe like eyes as he smiled lovingly down at you, a few seconds later you were met with his tip gently hitting the back of your throat
You felt tears pricking at your eyes as you made sure to maintain breathing through your nose, you blinked a few times which caused the built up tears to cascade down your red tinted cheeks
Hands holding onto Cole’s thighs tightly as he let out soft whimpers at the feeling, his thrusts picking up just a little as he felt his orgasm building fast
Soon enough you felt him paint the inside of your mouth and throat with his cum, his grip on you relaxing as he let out a soft sigh
As you pulled away to let him slip out of your mouth, you took a moment to swallow it all before looking up at your ‘classmate’ who was calming down from his high
༄Classmate!Cole lifting you off the ground and gently laying you on his bed without warning which caused you to look at him with confusion before he kneels down between your legs
“Let me return the favor..”
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