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hyuckkaiji · 6 months

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loyal she began, so she remains - sebastian x f!reader

summary; he waited too long to hold you in his arms again. he waited too long to give up now. you are his, and he will have you. pt.3

word count; 4.3k

warnings; 18+, explicit content, some physical violence, porn with a plot, mentions of cheating/infidelity

note; and they lived happily ever after. One for the Seb girlies hehehe. last last part to this little unofficial series. pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 Ominis

Sebastian twirled his wand with deft fingers, staring at the cold fireplace, listening, waiting.

It had been almost three months since he saw you. One would think three months would feel like nothing in comparison to eight years, but they would be wrong.

He longed for you, he dreamt of you, bided his time until he could hold you in his arms again. And the day came, you were there, his beautiful girl, you were in his arms after all that time. But when he awoke, you were gone, and that hurt him more than anything another wizard could ever do to him.

These months have been the worst of his life. To know where you are and not be able to claim you, it was tortuous. He doesn't blame you, he doesn't know how Ominis has messed with your head because clearly Ominis has messed with your head, there's no other explanation for you leaving his side and crawling back to that bastard.

He knows you don't love the auror, you could never love him. So what made you go back? He needs answers. He would have gotten them sooner, gotten you sooner, had it not been for your pest of a husband.

His old friend had been tracking him like a blood hound since the afternoon after the night he shared with you. But Ominis underestimated him, his skill, his intelligence. Ominis thinks he is the predator.

The door creaks slowly open, the hinges old and rusted. "You were a fool to come back here, Sallow." Ominis stood in the doorway, the grey light of the cloud filled sky seeping in behind him.

The auror took a few steps forward, letting sagging wood slowly groan as it fell shut. "You should have stayed away, I gave you your freedom, and you wasted it by trying to come back for her."

Sebastian leaned back, watching Ominis with a lazy gaze, his fingers still fiddling with his wand. "Of course I came back for her. You thought I wouldn't?" Sebastian tsks, "Truly old friend, you should have known better."

Ominis shrugs, "Your mistake, fugitive. They've already got your cell in Azkaban waiting for you."

"Have they?" Sebastian let's out a breathy laugh, Ominis' lips twitch in irritation.

"You never could take anything seriously."

"Ohh, you've caught me." Sebastian throws his hands up in mock surrender though he knows the auror cannot see the gesture.

"You've cornered the big bad fugitive. Haven't you, Gaunt?" Sebastian stands, Ominis points his wand at the abrupt action. "I cared about you once, Sallow. I have allowed that past affection to cloud my judgment. I have allowed you to walk a free man. No more."

"Free?" Sebastian sneers, "You keep saying that word, you must have forgotten its meaning for I have not been free in eight years."

"I have lived alongside the rats in sewers, I have starved, I have survived off rotting scraps. I have done much and more just to keep myself alive, and you call that freedom. What did I do to deserve that -"

"You are a murder, Sebastian!"

"I just wanted to save my sister! She was in unending pain, all I ever wanted was to help her! And you and my uncle tried to stop me! Only one person truly supported me!" Sebastian's breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling with heavy huffs.

Ominis features twisted in disgust, "My wife is not yours to claim. We are no longer children, and it has been many years since she was yours. If you had just accepted that, if you had just stayed away. The miserable existence you created for yourself would be no concern of mine."

"But alas Sallow, here we stand. All things must come to an end, you are no exception."

Sebastian barks out a laugh, "Do you plan to kill me, Gaunt?"

"You do not matter enough for me to soil my hands in such a manner."

Sebastian hums, "I only matter enough for you to personally track me for months."

"Only because you came near my wife."

"My point still stands, and I did more than just go near her."

Ominis' grip tightened on his wand, his knuckles draining of color. "Of course you would take pride in that little indiscretion. I'll have you know that my wife does not. That's why she came back home to me. She is waiting for me at home this very moment, swelling with my child."

A ball dropped in Sebastian's stomach, nauseous at the thought of you pregnant with the Aurors child. "You didn't."

A satisfied smirked pulls at Ominis lips, allowing himself to enjoy the blow, for a moment he pays no real mind to Sebastian. But a moment was all Sebastian needed. He lunged.

Sebastian's hand wrapped around Ominis', yanking his away his wand. Tossing it, where it hit against the stone corner of the fireplace, landing with the sound of wood cracking.

Sebastian couldn't explain what came over him, to fight like a muggle, to abandon his wand in the face of a fight. All he knew was he needed to feel his fists collide with Ominis face, he needed to feel the impact, hear the crunch of bone as he landed blow after blow.

He didn't know how long it went on, but when he pulled back, breathing ragged, fists covered in Ominis' blood and knuckles raw and cracked, Ominis wasn't conscious, the only sign of life was his chest rising and falling with shallow breathes.

Sebastian stood, grimacing at the scene before him. Silently thanking the gods, he hadn't lost himself enough to kill someone he once loved. He wasn't dead, and at the very least, Sebastian was grateful for that. He had done terrible things in these past years, but there were still things he could not bring himself to do. Things he could never forgive if he did. Not again.

This was for the boy he was, the boys they were. Sebastian left the auror there, a silent prayer that their paths never cross again.

When he stepped out of the worn down cottage, rain was falling, showering down on him, soaking through his clothes, washing away the blood that clung to him, washing away his sins.

He breathed in deep, closing his eyes. Letting the smell of fresh wet earth permeate his senses. He strolled through Feldcroft as if he owned it, as if he belonged, as if it was his home and his wife he was heading towards. As far as he was concerned, it was.

You are his home, his life, his everything. And only the thought of having you again got him through those long years. He had laid out his path, his future, your future. All that was left was collecting that which he loved most.

His hand wrapped around the handle, cold metal biting into his skin. He could feel the magic that was surrounding the house, protection charms on top of protection charms. But these charms were not meant to protect but trap.

Sebastian pulled his wand out, casting counter charms, breaking down layer after layer. It was not quick work, and truthfully not something he would have been able to do if not all that he had learned on the run. The magic he was using to break down the barriers is something others would call dark. Sebastian just calls it a different kind of magic, a necessary kind.

He finally broke through, the knob turning in his hand, the door sliding open to welcome him into the warm cottage. The smell of cinnamon toast was wafting through the air, nostalgic and inviting.

"You're back husband." Your voice was meek, docile. You came out from around the corner that led down the hall, your bare feet padding softly against the carpets you had laid out around the house.

"Sebastian." You stopped in your tracks, hands at your side, fists bunching into the fabric of your skirts. "Where is Ominis?" Sebastian's lip twitched in irritation at the question. "Gone."

"Y-you-" A gasp escaped, your hand coming up to press the tips of your fingers to your mouth in shock.

"For merlin's sake, I did not kill the man. He just happens to be ... indisposed." Sebastian waved a hand in the air. "But he'll come back to an empty home, you're coming with me."

You walked towards him, steps slow and cautious. Reaching a hand out to caress his cheek once you stood before him. Feeling him, in the flesh, your skin against his, that was your breaking point. You lauched yourself into his arms.

Violent sobs overtook you, your body shaking with the force of them as you clung to Sebastian. You held onto him as tight as you could, readjusting your grip to try and tighten it every few seconds. You crumpled in his arms, he allowed you to, sinking to the ground so you could sit in his lap. Arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder as he cradled you.

"I'm sor-ry, I-m sorry, s-orry." You mumbled almost incoherent apologies into his shirt in between hiccups. "My sweet girl," he cooes, "you have nothing to apologize for." One arm holds you as the other hand runs through your hair in an attempt to soothe you.

He holds you, whispering soothing words and sweet nothings until you calmed down. "I shouldn't have come back ... I felt so guilty for betraying Ominis ... I-I," you shook your head, trying to articulate your thoughts.

"He supported me for so long, I felt like I owed it to him to come back. My own happiness be damned but ... he ... I've been trapped in this house for months, Sebastian. All this time, all I could think of was you," you brought a protective hand up to rest on your stomach, "and our child."

"Our?"

"This life that grows inside me, it could only be yours, my love. The thing about contraceptive potions ... you can make them for one person. The ones I brewed only kept out Ominis. It worked for years, I know it didn't just suddenly stop. This is your child, Sebastian, our child."

His lips are on yours in a hearts beat, soft and needy. His tongue swipinging over your bottom lip as his hand tangles in your hair. It felt like home, it was a feeling he longed for during the countless nights alone.

You moaned into the kiss, allowing yourself to finally relax, to feel safe in the Sebastian's arms. His fingers had come up to clumsily undo the buttons of your blouse, never breaking your kiss.

You pulled away, taking over, discarding your clothes in a rush, your fingers precise where his had been ill practiced. He did the same, tossing his clothes aside without a care before pulling you back into him, savoring the feeling of your skin against his.

"I am going to ruin this house the same way I ruined you." He pressed a kiss to your temple, fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps down your skin. "I'm going to fuck you over every surface of this house." He pushed you up against the nearest wall, a gasp escaping your lips at the sudden impact . His lips traveled down, warm kisses along your neck making a shiver run down your spine.

"I'll not leave a single room unspoiled for that insecure twat." He kissed his way down your torso, settling himself between your legs, pulling a leg over his shoulder to expose you to him, you sucked in a breathe as his breathe fanned over you.

"Fuck, you're so wet already. This is all for me, pretty girl?" His tongue swipes slow and torturous over your sopping cunt, flicking over your bundle of nerves at the end. "So fucking sweet."

He looking up at you with hungry eyes, every puff of air he breathes out hitting your clit, making you shiver above him but he make no move to continue. "Sebastian, please." Your words are breathless and a hand tangles in his hair as you attempt to push his face right where you need him.

"Beg."

"Sebastian." You throw your head back in frustration. You couldn't find the words to describe how you want him if you tried. "Stop playing games with me."

"I'm not." He leans just enough to let the tip of his nose graze the sensitive bub, "I just wanna hear you say it. Come on, just once." He presses a kiss, you sigh at the feeling.

"Please, Sebastian, I need you, please touch me."

Those words, the slight whine in your voice, sent a jolt to his already hard cock. He has one hand supporting your hip and leg over his shoulder, the other arm supporting your back and pushing you closer to him.

His mouth is pressed back against you, sucking, nipping, licking away as you grip his hair. You had always felt pleasure with Ominis, wanted him even but not like this.

Though the physicalities of it all were much the same, it was different, in your heart, in your soul. No other could make you feel the way he did, the way you felt right now.

Your legs tensed, attempting to close around his head. His arm dropped from your hip, wrapping around your thigh to pry your legs back apart, never stopping his ministrations against your throbbing clit.

Your orgasm racked your body, your head thrown back in pleasure. Sebastian stayed kneeling, peppering kisses along your inner thighs and hips. Chuckling to himself as he listened to your pants, your body trying to regulate itself again coming down from your peak.

Your legs wobbled as he stood, allowing you to plant both legs on the ground once again. He leaned in kissing you, allowing the taste of your cum to settle on your tounge.

"You're all fucking mine, now show where your bed is sweetheart." You lead him to your bedroom by his hand.

"How does your husband normally fuck you?" You hummed, crawling onto the bed before flopping onto your back, bringing your knees up just enough to give him space to join you, as Ominis normally does.

Sebastian clicks his tongue against his teeth with a tsk. "Everytime?"

"Near enough. Would you like something different?"

Sebastian walks over to you, bringing his hand to wander over your breasts, pulling a pert nipple between fingers. Twisting and pulling at the nub, earning a soft moan from you. He lets his fingers wander, trailing over your ribs, scratching his nails lightly over your stomach.

He stoops just below your hips, giving a quick tap. "Come here." You crawl back off the mattress, slightly uncertain in your movements. You stand before Sebastian, feeling even more exposed though nothing has changed.

He examins you, letting his eyes follow his hands path as it trails. He gathers your hair in one palm, pulling it behind your shoulders and letting it fall loose.

His fingers graze your collar bone, the way he's looking at you makes you feel like a piece of art, something that exists only for him to admire. Running his fingers over every curve and crevice like he's trying to understand how you were created. You shiver under his scrutinizing gaze.

He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, softly, just enough to bring your eyes to his. "Bend over." His voice is soft but commanding, leaving no room for argument. And you don't need to be told twice.

You gather all your pillows, pulling them to your chest to prop you up a bit as you lean over the mattress. The anticipation alone making your clit throb.

Sebastian brings a rough hand up to further feel as he looks you over, the sight almost rivals looking up at you from between your legs, almost. He grips the flesh of your ass, gods how many times did he have this exact dream?

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever set eyes on, do you know that?" He let his hands settle in a firm grip on your waist, leaning over you, his hard cock pressed into your bottom as he pressed kisses into your spine, whispering as he went.

"I promise I'll make you happy, I'll give you anything you want or need. I'll give you a life you deserve."

He lined himself up with your dripping entrance, "You ready?" Letting his cock sink in slowly after you nodded your approval.

He groaned at the feeling of the wet warmth wrapping around him, quickly falling into a steady place. Sliding in and out of you with deep stokes, allowing the tip of his cock to bully your cervix.

You could feel the coil in your gut winding tighter and tighter with every stroke, so close to tipping you over the edge. You buried your face the mattress, muffling your cries and tangling your fists in the blankets.

"Oh no baby, I wanna those pretty little moans." Sebastian wrapped your hair in a fist, using it to pull you up into his chest. The grip of his other traveled from your hips to your stomach, pressing down just below your naval. The grip he had in your hair moving to keep a firm grip on your throat, keeping you pressed firmly against him.

This angle allowed him to fuck you at depths you'd never felt before, depths that had you tipping, the coil snapping inside you as you spasmed around him. Throwing your head back in pure ecstasy as another orgasm over took you.

Sebastian nuzzled his face into the exposed crook of your neck, sucking and biting in a fresh pink mark. His hips slowing their pace but continuing enough to draw out your pleasure.

"You didn't finish." You were panting, your skin covered in a sheen of sweat. You continued to clench around him, your body overwhelmed but still mindlessly chasing the pleasure only he could give you.

"I didn't want to yet." You could feel him smile against you."You're not satisfied yet, you animal?" You let out a breathy laugh but Sebastian only hummed bringing his fingers down to rub harsh circles into your swollen bud.

"I'll never be done with you." He pulled out, letting you lean against him, almost pure dead weight, unable to keep yourself standing.

He leads you to the kitchen on unsteady legs, arm around your waist supporting you the entire way. "Keel for me, love."

A good obedient girl, all his, only his. He smiled down at you as you struggled to fulfill his request, looking up at him through your lashes once you succeeded. "So pretty." He muttered, in awe of the sight before him.

You wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft guiding him into your waiting mouth. Your tongue wrapping around the underside of his shaft as you bob around him, your hand stroking what you can't fit. "Good fucking girl." Sebastian practically growls the words.

One hand shooting out to tangle at the roots of your hair, he uses the leverage to push you further down. You let him, your own hands gripping the flesh of his bottom, blunt nails digging in as you gag around him. Sebastian let's out a low hiss, enjoying the slight mix pain and pleasure.

He uses his grip to hold you in place as he thrusts, the tip of his cock abusing the back of your throat. Drool is dripping down your chin and tears well in your eyes but you let him use you, the sight of him with his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, and teeth biting so hard into his bottom lip you think he might make himself bleed, it's too lovely a sight for you to try and pull away.

His thrusts become erratic before burying himself so deep you gag around him as your nose presses against his pubic bone. Tears finally falling free as his warm, salty cum shoots down your throat, he holds you there until he's sure you've swallowed all of it.

When he finally pulls free with a soft pop from your mouth, your lips are puffy and swollen with a line of drool still connecting the two of you.

He pulls you to your feet, still using your hair as his personal tool. He pushes you up against the table, your hands falling to grip the hard wood and steady yourself. Sebastian doesn't wait before dipping his head to the valley between your breasts, his tongue darting out the catch the drool that had slid down your skin, his tongue following the wet path up the collum of your throat ending at your lips.

His kiss is feral, possessive, all tongue and teeth nipping at your lower lip. His hands wrap around your thighs to hoist you up onto the wood. "Merlin, I need you like I need air." He speaks the words against your lips, his eyes falling shut as he presses his forehead to yours, a shuttering breath falling from his lips.

"I love you, Sebastian." You whisper back to him, using the back of a hand to rub against his cheek softly. He smiles at you, a man captived by what he never truly thought he would have, never thought he deserved. Truthfully he's not sure he does deserve this, deserve you. But he'll be damned before he lets anyone else have you.

He's using his tip to gather the slick from your still seeping hole, rubbing it over your clit, making you shudder. When he feels he's gathered enough he pushes back into you, making you gasp.

Your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck, letting your head fall against a shoulder. He splays one large hand over your lower back and uses the other to balance against the table. His hips stutter at first, still sensitive from his orgasm, but he find his pace.

You had never realized how loving sex can feel, how his pace alone could convey that. The way his fingers dig into your skin with every thrust, every pant and groan that escapes him. You knew, all of it told you, this is a man that worships you, a man that has been enamored by you since he first met you. And though he may tell you, you're his, first and foremost, he's yours.

It didn't take long for either of you to reach another orgasm, both your bodies still so sensitive. You clung to him as your third orgasm overtook you. His grip on you was brusing as his hips jutted rhythmless against you, he muttered incoherent praises into your skin and his seed shot into you.

You stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other as you came down from your respective highs. "My sweet boy, my Sebastian." You mumbled against him as you stroked your fingers through his hair, the words made him cling tighter to you, part of him worrying if he lets you go this time he'll never hold you again.

"Promise you won't leave me."

"Oh my darling," you coo at him, bringing him up to face you, to look you in the eyes, "you have my heart, you carried it with you all these years. I couldn't leave you if I tried for I am yours, mind, body and soul. I think our love could transcend lifetimes."

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Epilogue;

"I am not, you insatiable beast." You giggled pulling your hands out of the soapy water you had just been using to wash dishes.

"You satiate me, love." He turns you to face him, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Beautiful." He mumbles, bringing a hand up to rest on the swell of your stomach. "Me or the baby?"

He hums, "Both. The most beautiful beings to every grace this gods forsaken planet."

You shake your head, "Well, you can't put another in me until this one is out. And we still have some time yet so I think you should focus on the here and now and go get ready for work."

You brush his curls out of his face, stroking a thumb over his cheekbone. He hums, smiling at you, "Yes, you are ever correct, wife."

"Husband." You give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Brother, it's mine!" The shrill voice of your five year old daughter echos through your house, followed by the mischievous giggle of her younger brother.

"Hey! Hey!" Sebastian calls out, rushing over to the running toddler in two quick strides, scooping the child up in his arms. The boy giggles wrapping his arms around his father. "We don't steal, my boy. Play nice now, you lot cannot be stressing your mommy while she's pregnant. It's not good for the baby."

He kneels, pressing the stolen stuffed rabbit back into his daughter's hands. She smiles quickly at him before scampering away, toy in hand. He shoos his son shortly after before turning back to you.

"What's the max?"

"I was thinking this might be the final one." You leaned against the counter, watching him with a glint in your eye.

"I was thinking at least one more." He responded.

"Aye perhaps. I could never say no to you." You walk over to him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"How do you think the muggles do it?" You asked.

"I don't think they do, bet they cry themselves to sleep wishing they had a silencio charm."

"Seb!" You scolded with a playful slap to his chest.

When Sebastian was young he thought himself the master of plans, thought himself brilliant even but nothing will ever top this, this success. The best plan he ever wrought, whisking you away to America. Muggles know nothing of him, nothing of you. His life is sweet, a dream come true. And he is most grateful.

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chosok-amo · 4 months

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WELCOME HOME: ITADORI YUJI, YUTA OKKOTSU

your feet move faster each second passing by because of the nervousness. until the door swings open and a soft muffled sound can be heard— become clear after a few moments. they don't get much of a chance to react before their body get slammed by love, by you.

content warning: just nothing but fluff! spoiler alert! mentioned of death.

requested by @kissyhalik

again, I'm not doing my best with this one but it is still enjoyable

countless nights and days, you start to lose count at three and can no longer remember where the last one you're at— now maybe you're at ten, or seven, maybe twenty, you're not sure. missing your two lovers makes your head fuzzy and the tip of your finger becomes numb because losing touch of your boyfriends, the scents won't linger in the room for more days leaving you anxious. their sweater doesn't feel warmth anymore, even the smell feels like dust and sun more than theirs.

sitting there in bed you start to become eager to feel their skin on your body— warmth and comfort. your feet move faster each second passing by because of the nervousness. until the door swings open and a soft muffled sound can be heard— become clear after a few moments. they don't get much of a chance to react before their body get slammed by love, by you. a little laugh leaves the pink-haired boy after he takes a moment to realize. while the other standing there looking at you with fondness in his black eyes. his hand holding your waist, prevent you from pulling away, his actions got mirrored by your other boyfriend.

“easy there,” the other one, softly spoke.

“you miss us, princess?”

kisses by kisses touch their face, leaving a ticklish stain on their skin. you can't stop yourself, the feeling of missing them is too unbearable. they spend too many days on a mission leaving you alone to wonder when they're going to come home, to you. and the knowledge of them trying to kill each other doesn't ease you even e bit. a fit of giggles filled the room as you kept on going— refusing to surrender.

your hands find their way to the two boys' waist, pull them closer and hug them tightly to the point they're forced to pick you up and bring you to the bed, laying there— sandwiching your body between the large two frames after they strip from their uniforms, leave with nothing but their black boxer— yuji by your right and yuta on the other side. “i miss you,” you whispered and kissed the black-haired boy, locking your hands behind his neck. lips softly touched yours, moving slowly with a romantic rhythm. “i miss you too, baby,” he held your cheeks, titling your head before sticking his tongue a little and you followed, mimicking his actions. tongue touched before he deepened the kiss. his hands wrapped around your waist and at the same time, yuji's hands wrapped around your waist also from behind.

their tangled with your bare one. yuji tufted down the string of your tank top— trying to get more comfortable kissing your neck and shoulder. yuta's tongue swirls and intertwines with yours before he pulls away for him to leave a soft peck on your lips. a giggle could be heard when yuji bites your neck in tiny craving your attention as much as yuta does. so you turn to face him, meeting with his clouded eyes. “give me a kiss too,” he pouted. he put his half body in the air with one hand to keep him steady. you smile, “come here baby,” you chuckle. you grab him by the neck gently before pressing your lips onto his. he parrots your moves and pulls you closer with hands holding your cheek. your hands roam around his bare chest, hungry to feel his hard abs on your palm.

you can feel yuta put his hands inside your tanktop, seeming eager to feel your warmth on his skin. soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, giving you a bite in tiny. “always smells so good,” he mumbled on your skin. yuji tilted his head before sneaking his tongue inside your mouth, touching your teeth before finding its way to your tongue. his thumb softly caresses your cheek before running his hands down to your chest, squeezing your boobs in gentle. he sucking on your tongue, leaving you all giddy and numb. your hands run to his soft pink locks before tug it in gentle. a soft moan could be heard.

he pulls away, hot breath touches your face as he looks at you with eyes half open. he licks your swollen lips before giving you a few tiny pecks while giggling in the process. “welcome home, baby,” you whispered in his lips, kissing it for a few seconds before pulling away, also leaving a kiss on yuta's forehead. “i'm home with you,” he too, whispered. you stay like that for a while, looking at each other, just admiring and drown in each other comfort and warmth.

you feel content, now the room has started to filled with their scents, something you've been longing for, for a while. “god, i miss you so much, do you know how hard it is for me to be away from you doing all that stupid mission?” he brooded. eyes rolled and a heavy sight showed his annoyedness. “i miss you too, i don't think I could go on another day without you, especially after i found out from megumi that you tried to kill each other,” you said, briefly looking at yuta. the special grade sorcerer cried, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

his arms make a half circle around your waist before he pulls you closer until your back touches his board chest. he again makes a trace of his in your skin— kissing your shoulder softly. “you took ‘awake from the dead’ too seriously yuji,” you pinch his cheek. he takes your hands to give your palm a kiss before holding it, place your hands close to his heart.

“it's not my fault, yuta the one who's trying to kill me— well, he did kill me tho,” he grimaces. his brown eyes showing yuta reflection that keeps on hiding himself on your neck before looking at you. “you almost kill me too—” yuta, finally, he bring his face to look at you— a tinted of feeling offended shows on his face. “baby, he throws a car at me, a goddamn car—” he spoke, exaggerated each word before looking at you and yuji alternately. “what are you? a fucking hulk?” he asked and you laughed.

the sukuna's vessel pouted his lips, unhappy with the way yuta called him. “you're just mean,” he ended up saying, don't know what to say anymore. a heavy sigh can be heard from yuta. “i told you I'm sorry, i had to kill you, okay? the higher-ups—” before yuta got the chance to finish his sentence yuji already waving his hand, dismissed the boy from continuing. “yeah, yeah, I get it,” he said nonchalantly.

“wish i didn't bring you back to life,” yuta sigh.

“hey!”

again, you laugh. you miss your boyfriends too much and seeing them bickering with each other feels like bringing you back to life. just like that the three of you stay in bed all day, skin touch to each other, sharing kisses here and there, desperate to fill each other's soul.

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pretty-toru · 1 year

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I saw a Satoru fanart where he was doing finger heart which is sooo cute 🥹 Can I ask for request? Like, Satoru's been annoying you all day but this time he just pissed you off that you're so close on getting mad at him but he suddenly gave you a finger heart which made you laugh on how corny he is and forget what you're mad about. Thank youuu

white hearts┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: fluff

୧ wc: 800+

୧ synopsis: gojo loves to annoy you (affectionately) and most of the time he could get away with it.

a/n: that fanart sounds so adorable! he'd 100% abuse the finger-heart gesture, I'm almost certain he would

There's never a dull moment with Satoru, and after many years together you have sorta learned to just go along with his playful mannerisms and questionable quirks. You usually don't mind it because you came to understand that him constantly hovering over you with no regard to boundaries is one of his ways of expressing his affection, especially when he's fully charged with a generous amount of love to give and can no longer suppress the swelling inside his chest.

Today just so happens to be one of those days where he has too much time on his hands and he doesn't know what to do with it, and what better way than to spend it with you? Even though you have your own agenda and responsibilities to uphold at Tokyo Tech, Satoru invites himself to accompany you because everything is more fun when you make it a two-person job. Which you realized soon enough that it was just an excuse to hang out with you all day.

You must admit that some of his methods of getting your attention when you're busy are somewhat comical, such as when you're taking a phone call and he's handing you random objects from around your office and you just accept it against your better judgment, casting him a rather confuse and dazed glare before setting it back to its rightful place. You figure that he picked up the prank on social media and wanted to try it out on you to gauge your reaction.

Another is when he's swiveling his chair around you while you're filling out paperwork and he's lightly prodding and tickling your side to elicit a small yelp from you, making you overly cautious and nervous to focus on your task at hand because you never know what his next move is. It makes him laugh when your body visibly stiffen as he reaches for the glass bowl of melon flavored hard candy, and he mockingly surrenders with the show of his hands that he only wants a treat.

As much as you love Satoru, you were getting seriously annoyed when there's seemingly no end to his constant teasings and schemes when you had deadlines to meet and having him around was getting you nowhere. The last thing you wanted was to get another earful from Yaga, so the only logical thing for you to do now is to kick your dear and beloved husband out. You stand abruptly which startles Satoru, interjecting the million and one thoughts he's been spewing into the void and pulling him up from where he's situated and leading him out the door.

"Satoru, honey, I absolutely love and adore you to pieces but you have to go."

"What? Whyyyy?" You didn't have to get a visual on him to know that he's pursing his bottom lip into a melodramatic pout as you're pushing him from behind. Although it took a little muscle because he can be effortlessly resilient with just his 190 cm stature alone, you managed to force him out into the corridor successfully without breaking a sweat.

"Because some of us have work to do! I'll just see you at home later, mkay? I'm sure you can keep yourself busy in the meantime." You press a soft peck against his jaw to establish that there are no hard feelings between you two and shut the door on him, but muffled sounds of protests and cries such as "Noooo, I promise I'll be good this time! I'll be so quiet — you wouldn't even know I'm there!" and "Please give me another chance, it's cold and lonely out here... And I miss you already!" can be heard through the barrier that's rudely standing in his way of you.

After some time had passed, silence ensues and you're finally able to continue your work without any more external distractions. Of course, you feel a little bad about temporarily banishing Satoru from your office but it simply had to be done. And speaking of the devil, you get a text notification from none other than Gojo Satoru himself with an embedded photo of a personal-size boxed cake from your favorite bakery sitting neatly outside your door.

You pull yourself upright to retrieve the decorative white box, glancing down both sides of the empty hallway to see if he could be spotted anywhere before returning to your desk. You notice a card attached to it and inside pertains a concise message "I'm sorry for upsetting you, Angel. Please don't divorce me. I love you 🤍" which draws a genuine smile to your face and a playful roll of your eyes. You text him back with a picture of his note and answer with, "I'm not going to divorce you over this, silly! Never even crossed my mind. I love you too, Satoru — Immensely, if I must add."

Without missing a beat, Satoru responds with a photo of himself posing a finger heart that instantly lifts any tension you had felt prior because you could never truly be angry with him no matter what. Your phone then pings when you receive another message and it reads,

"Got dinner covered. Hurry home so I can finally have you all to myself ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡"

#gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x you #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

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alkaline-wtr · 8 months

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Price x gn!reader Description: Price comforts reader after hearing the news of their boyfriend's death. Genre/Warnings: Price x gn!reader, kia!Ghost, angst, TW mentions of death, hurt/comfort, explicit language, SAD, imagine WC: 1k

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**AN This is my first fanfic contribution to the COD fandom. I am sorry 😬

The world around you seemed to lose its color, and time stood still as you processed the news.

"I'm so sorry (y/n)."

The soldier before you says with a solemn look. His voice sounded distant as you stood in shock. He turns to walk away. You to look over the letter in your trembling hands. The military emblem felt like a dagger in your heart as tears welled up in your eyes but wouldn't fall.

The shock shifted to anger. Shepherd had betrayed them. And now he was gone.

You and Ghost had been dating for some time now. You were coming up on your first anniversary soon, which he, especially, had been excited about. It was going to be a huge milestone for both of you. But now, all of it seemed bleak.

The words echoed in your mind, making your surroundings seem surreal. At least you hoped it was all just a dream. As the anger boiled up inside you, you react without thinking. Your feet seemed to move on their own as you stormed down the hall to Captain Price's office.

The door smacked the wall as you barged in. Rage filled every inch of your body.

"HE TRUSTED YOU!"

You screamed at Price, who sat at his desk, head in his hands. He held a cigar loosely between his fingers. He looked down at the papers on his desk, seeming defeated.

"(Y/n), pleas-"

You cut him off.

"HE TRUSTED YOU. YOU SENT HIM OUT THERE!"

Your hands grip the edge of the desk as you lean forward. Price had always been somewhat of a father figure to you, but this? You could never forgive.

Price raises his hands in surrender as he leans back in his chair.

"You need to calm down, (y/n)."

His voice is soft, like a parent speaking to a young child. He Places the burning cigar in the brown ashtray on his desk and stands up.

"Do not tell me to calm down."

You hiss through gritted teeth. Price walks around the desk cautiously as you push yourself up from the edge.

"(Y/n), listen to me. There was nothing anyone could have done. If I had known that Shepherd was going to go rogue. I-"

Price paused with a sigh. He places a hand on your shoulder, but you shrug it off.

"Don't touch me!"

You spit. Price looks at you Sympathetically.

"(Y/n)."

Price begs.

"I understand that you're upset (y/n), and rightfully so, but I'm not the person you're angry at, not in the slightest. Okay?"

His attempt to diffuse the situation only furthers the building rage within you. Without a second thought, your balled fist flies towards Price's face.

Price catches your fist and looks at you. He brings his free hand up to your chin.

"(Y/n), stop. It's not worth it. I know what you're going through right now. I do. But you need to calm down and let your thoughts and feelings settle. Now. Go home. Get some rest, and then come back tomorrow."

The words meant to soothe you only add fuel to the fire instead.

"YOU BASTARD!"

You scream, once again swinging a fist in his direction. Price dodges the punch. The fear and rage blind you as you shove Price backward. He stumbles a couple of steps, quickly regaining balance.

"You can try and hit me all you want, but none of this will bring him back! He's gone, (Y/n)!"

You can hear the frustration in his voice now. Price watches as your arm flexes back to throw another punch. He acts quickly. His hand grabs your wrist, spinning you around. Your back is to his chest as he holds you tightly. His arms wrapped around your torso, keeping your arms pinned to your side.

You give in, restrained by Price's firm grip. You can feel your knees give out beneath you as the tears finally spill from your eyes. Your body is racked with sobs.

"Shh, shh, it's okay (y/n). Let it out. I'm here for you, okay?"

His voice is soft as he speaks into your shoulder. He follows you to the floor as you drop to your knees. Price sits down and pulls you into his lap.

He rocks you in his arms like a child, his fatherly instincts kicking into full gear. Price kisses the top of your head and rubs your back gently. The loud sobs escape you as the tears flow uncontrollably down your cheeks.

"It's okay, you're alright now. You're safe, okay? It's okay to cry. It's okay to be upset. It's okay to be scared. But, you have to let it out. Just let it all out, my dear.."

His comforting words filled your head as you cried. You don't know how long you stayed like this on the office floor, but it felt like hours. You felt exhausted as your tears ran dry. Your sobs are now just soft sniffles in the quiet room.

Price noticed you weren't crying anymore. He stopped rocking you, his hand gently petting your hair.

"Feeling better?"

He asks, almost whispering the words. You shake your head.

"I don't think I'll ever feel better."

You say. Price looks down at your head that rests against his chest. He can see the exhaustion on your face.

"He had such a good heart."

You say, looking up at Price.

"He didn't deserve this."

Your voice fell into a whisper. Price took a moment to think about what to say next. He felt the tears welling in his own eyes as he smiled. Price cups your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

"You're right."

He begins softly.

"Ghost didn't deserve any of this. It is so unfair. He was a good man. An amazing man! Nothing will erase the grief we are all suffering from right now. But we will get through this one step at a time. Every day, we will continue to remember Ghost for who he was."

You stay silent, looking at Price, unsure of what to say.

"All we can do now is move forward."

He says. His hand falls away from your face.

"Ghost will always live on in here."

Price finishes, pointing at your heart.

PART TWO >>

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kayhi808 · 3 months

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Neighbors - Morning After

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You wake to the blinding morning light streaming in through your bedroom window. With a groan, you burrow under your comforter trying to hold on to sleep. Your mind lazily wanders back to Bucky.

Flipping over, you find an empty bed. There's no warm body buried under the covers with you. You pull his pillow towards you to hug, inhaling the smell of him. Rolling over onto your back, staring at the ceiling above, replaying the events from the night before. Your crush on Bucky Barnes just got ramped up to 100! "If you want me, I'm yours." You can still feel his lips at your temple & his hands squeezing your hips. Did he mean just for the night...? ...for now? ...forever?

The butterflies circle your belly & forces you out of bed. You check your phone to see if he sent you a text, but there's nothing. Throwing on an oversized sweatshirt, you go to your living room, hoping Bucky was still around, but its empty. Did he sneak away early in the morning with regrets? He didn't wake you to say good-bye. A little disappointed, you jump in the shower to start your day, refusing to let yourself over-think this.

*****

Thinking you'll get a run in on the treadmill, you dress in shorts & the sweatshirt. As you finish dressing, you hear the front door open. Grabbing your tennis racket from the corner of your room, you creep out to the living room, arms raised, ready to swing.

*****

Hearing footsteps behind the open door, Bucky peeks around it. "Whoa! Hang on!" Dropping your keys into the bowl by the front door, eyes wide, he raises his hand in surrender. Kicking the door shut with his foot; his other hand filled with a carrier of coffee cups & a bag you're guessing holds breakfast by the smell of it.

"JAMES BARNES!" Dropping your arm & racket, "Are you insane?! You gave me a heart attack!"

"I'm sorry!" You're still frowning & he lands a kiss at the corner of your mouth as you turn away from him. "Doll, forgive me. I bring you coffee and breakfast." He holds out a steaming cup to you. A small smile creeps to your lips. "That's my girl."

You take a sip. "I thought you left. No text. You didn't even wake me to say good-bye." Leading Bucky to the dining table, you take a seat as he drops the bag of food.

"I thought I'd be back before you woke up. It took longer than I expected. Besides, nothing was going to wake you. You were out. If your snores didn't wake..."

"I do NOT snore!" Gasping in indignation, "That's a lie! Take it back!" You kick a leg out at him which he easily catches. His Vibranium fingers wrapping around your ankle like a vise. Realizing your mistake, you quickly place your cup down. Bucky raises your leg, making you fall back against your chair, sliding down, "Bucky!"

Bucky laughs. You always feel so much pride when you make him laugh. He's always so surly & sullen looking. His laughter & smile changes his whole demeanor. But this time you want to throttle him until he turns his head, bending down to kiss your calf, trailing kisses up your leg.

Your cheeks warm, "Bucky, stop." Your breathless whisper just brings a larger smile to his face.

He moves to stand between your legs, releasing your ankle. You scoot up on your seat & he places a kiss on your neck whispering, "Ok, maybe not a snore. You were purring."

Grabbing his face between your hands & pulling him in for a kiss, his tongue playing with yours, "I can live with that. I purr."

He stands & starts unpacking the food he brought. "I didn't know what you wanted."

"Oh my gosh! How much did you buy?"

"A little bit of everything. Whatever you don't finish, I will. We missed out on dinner & we...we wiped each other out last night," nodding his head & giving you a proud smile. You feel your cheeks warm & you bite your lip trying not to return his smile. Failing miserably. "I woke up starving, so I thought I'd run out & get us breakfast."

Laughing up at him, "Thank you. This was sweet of you." Tilting your head back, he lands a kiss on your lips.

It was such a nice feeling to have someone take care of you like this. He brought you a buffet; from fruits to pancakes, to eggs & bacon, to sausage & hashbrowns. You ate your fill & true to his word, he finished the rest. His super serum giving him a quick metabolism.

"Stark is holding a New Years Eve party. Will you be back for New Years?" You had discussed earlier that you'll be out of the city visiting family & he was going to Louisiana to spend Christmas with Sam & his sister.

"I'll be back."

"Would you like to go with me?"

You don't even bother hiding your smile this time. "You sure you want to introduce me to everyone?"

"Doll, I can't wait."

"Then I'd love to."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction

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totally-not-an-awkward-okapi · 5 months

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I really hoped my brain would stop treating Hwei like a chew toy before I broke and annotated his playlist. I really did.

Hwei, the Visionary - “In northwest Ionia, the island of Koyehn once stood beautiful and serene. Among its golden sands, seasonal bazaar, and quaint mill town sat the Temple of Koyehn, an ancient and renowned conservatory for the arts. Lukai Hwei was born to inherit this temple.”

Under a Technicolor Sky - “Kind and precocious, Hwei spent his childhood putting to canvas his wild daydreams, which exaggerated the world around him into surreal, fantastical sights.”

The Bad Color - “As paint flowed around the canvas, however, his control ebbed.”

Sleepwalk - “Emotion crashed through him, wild and fathomless as an ocean, and he surrendered himself to its beauty.”

Bad thoughts give me bad dreams And my bad dreams make me get up and walk Bad thoughts give me bad dreams And my bad dreams make me sleepwalk

The Consequence of Imagination is Fear - “His vision turned black, his last memory the awestruck masters, drowning. Hwei awoke days later, surrounded by his masters—alive, but infuriated.”

The million "what if I"s between your ears The feelings of regret And now I'm running to forget But know, the consequence of imagination's fear

I don’t like my mind - “Hwei was horrified—but fascinated—by the depths of his power, and he craved to see more.”

I don't like my mind, I don't like being left alone in a room With all its opinions about the things that I've done So, yeah, I blast music loud and I work myself to the bone

Syncopate the Beat - “Thus, by day, he upheld Koyehn’s conventions.”

That you syncopate the beat, that color scheme like you're living inside someone else's dream That sugarplum queen has no money to buy herself the rest of the dress, it's the stress It's the stress

Vow of Silence - “But alone at night, he pushed the boundaries, driven to explore the extent of his power.”

Silence means that you can't speak: you can't let things out, they stay inside You just sit and nod like a quiet freak, and you hold your tongue and you swallow your pride

Under a Monochromatic Sky - “And with passion and humility, he prepared to inherit his birthright, surrounded by the respect and affection of his peers. But part of his mind remained forever shrouded at nightfall.”

The Concerto - “And so it remained, until the temple received a visiting artist: Khada Jhin.”

Beautiful Delirium - “Over a gilded summer, Hwei accompanied Jhin, guiding him around Koyehn. They often exchanged their creative perspectives, and, respecting their differences, Hwei recognized Jhin’s virtuosity and valued their time together.”

I felt like dead flowers in a vase (Dead flowers in a vase) Which somebody forgot to throw away Still standing here on public display (Still standing here on public display) All wilted and decayed

A Crow’s Trial - “But the night before Jhin’s departure, the man challenged Hwei.”

The crow offers me a smoke He says, "It'll take you for a joyride" No, sir, I think I'd rather choke Oh, I'll be fine "You're in a web of lies"

Do You Believe Me? - “Jhin sensed that the pieces Hwei showed others were forced façades—and he wanted to see a real performance.”

Don't hide yourself Don't hide yourself from me Are you coming to my show? No, you don't have to go Do you believe me?

Painter - “Hwei tried to deny it, but his eyes betrayed him. Flooded by the years spent creating meaningless art, his imagination begged catharsis.”

Paintings, paintings I’ve painted for you Leave me so confused ‘Cause I used all the colors of the rainbow But the colors on your palette are so damn few

Everything I Wanted - “Sharing these forbidden visions for another exhilarated him and illuminated the powers of his art: connection, inspiration, and unfettered creation.”

I had a dream I got everything I wanted But when I wake up, I see You with me

De Selby (Part 1) - “Jhin witnessed all. Afterward, with eyes alight and tone inscrutable, he said farewell, stating he would be moving on tomorrow ‘to watch the lotuses bloom.’”

And sit unseen with only the inner upheld Your reflection can't offer a word To the bliss of not knowin' yourself With all mirrorin' gone from the world

First Light - “At dawn, Hwei and his fellow artists awoke to a series of tragedies.”

One bright mornin' changes all things Soft and easy as your breathin', you wake Your eyes open at first, a thousand miles away But turnin' shoot a silver bullet point-blank range And I can scarce believe what I'm believin' in Could this be how every day begins?

Jhin’s theme - “First: four historic paintings, destroyed.”

Colorful Mind - “Second: an arrangement of four bodies — the masters that Hwei had almost killed in his youth.”

Picture perfect mutilation; Bright to black with no hesitation All the right shades on the wrong page Make up this colorful mind This colorful mind of mine

I’m doing Art - “Third: the fiery eruption of the temple’s lowest floors.”

Going Going Gone - “Amid the flames, Hwei imagined the air electric with color. Everything that lived within him bled outward.”

Where I can stop this Stop this crying You’re not a crocodile But you’re a lizard with a pointy little tongue And no holster, no cabinet

Battle Cry - “The temple quickly collapsed into ruins, with Hwei emerging as its only survivor.”

I stumbled out into the cold below a thoughtless moon I saw the phantoms of my friends, but they were gone too soon

Have A Seat Misery - “Exhausted and guilt-ridden, he mourned.”

Have a seat, misery Lord how I’ve missed you Don’t go crying to me That I kept you away for too long

Addict of the Gallery - “Yet his imagination overflowed, reliving every moment of the disaster.”

More material Feeling low Taking scraps from destruction Building me up again

Venom - “During the day, Hwei and the villagers from the mill town held burials. At night, he revisited the ashen-gray wreckage and painted, his palette taking the shape of Koyehn’s crest—the same worn over his heart.”

It's been kind of cold, feeling all alone Haven't been myself in quite a while You know They got in my head, like everybody said Cautionary tale How quick the sick can spread

Giraffe - “On one such night, Hwei found the remnants of a trap beneath the rubble—one petaled like a lotus flower.”

I've been drinking With wolves dressed up as sheep They've been killing Injured creatures in their sleep Get some feelings That truly bothers me I can save them I know I can

I Feel Evil Creeping In - “In the time since, Hwei has learned that the answers he seeks arise through revealing the full extent of his art to others.”

When I pushed you Out of my fucking way I left the sun on your skin So when I wore it It would fit me

Suffer With Me - “He tracks down nefarious individuals in Ionia’s darkest corners, unleashing scenes of suffering upon them to understand his own well of pain.”

Dinner Is Not Over - “Yet he also reaches out to Ionia’s victims—fellow witnesses—to create shared tranquility and reflection.”

But that's dessert! You can have it when the dinner is gone! So put it down

Natural - “Both the relentless artist rising from the ashes and the kindhearted man from a once-peaceful isle, Hwei faces the conflicting hues of Ionia—and his own imagination.”

I'm just tryna run away from the past It's so blurry, it looks like dark purple Wandering in the dark, falling for temptation

Dreamland - “As he spirals deeper into the shadows, he lights a path, mind brimming with possibility.”

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

Abstract (Psychopomp) - “Which shade of himself will triumph, however, is yet to be seen.”

Sometimes, it returns like rain that you slept through That washed off the world, the streets looking brand new I will not be great, but I'm grateful to get through The feeling came late, I'm still glad I met you

I Cannot See His Colors - “With paintbrush and palette, Hwei shapes endless possibilities as he draws ever closer to earning closure or embracing despair.”

#someone’s gonna ask because there’s a good amount of romantic songs in here #the vibe I get is that Jhin was the older man who helped Hwei understand himself but the relationship was also inherently bad #whatever Jhin thought of the realtionship Hwei at least thought they where dating that summer #the way I see it Hwei isn’t actively into Jhin once he realizes what he did #but he also hasn’t like. dealt with the lingering feelings so their just in there #my mixtapes #lol hwei #lukai hwei

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Hello. Ok so I saw your recent garcy posts and had an idea. If you’re not down for writing more of them/just not feeling it THATS OK!!!! Do whatever you please and know that there is never any pressure💖

Ok SO: Carol is alive and she/Rittenhouse find out where the team is (past or present idk 🤣) The team knows they practically have no chance but they’re going to fight anyway. HOWEVER Carol reaches out saying that she/rittenhouse will spare the team if they turn over Lucy >;) the team is obviously HORRIFIED by this and flat out refuse. Lucy decides to sneak away and surrender herself to save her team. Enter flynn who discovers her plan and has to stop her. Of course he feels terrible about retaining her because of their history 😇

Ok thanks for listening!!! Have a good day🥰

The bunker is quieter than Lucy has ever heard it.

She stares blankly at the wall, her face still throbbing, her body suffused with a bone-deep ache that she can't imagine ever going away. Even that, however, is nothing compared to the black hole in her chest, the gaping maw that will open up and swallow her whole if she lets herself slip for a single instant. The nightmare of Chinatown keeps replaying on a vivid loop, over and over. Her mother whispering that she wished she had raised Lucy in Rittenhouse from the start, her idea of a last blessing. The world blowing apart, the way Lucy would have murdered Emma herself in that alley if Flynn hadn't found her. And the worst, the most unbearable, unendurable. Rufus. Rufus. Rufus.

Lucy leans forward, putting her head in her hands. She doesn't know where the others are. In a piece of exceptionally bad timing, Wyatt decided to tell her that he loved her, and she didn't know what to say back. Turning back to desperately clutch at her after Jessica vanished, or thinking it would comfort her, or... Lucy doesn't know, and she can't spare the emotional energy to riddle it out. Jiya is crying herself to sleep, plucked back from three years in Gold Rush San Francisco only to wake into another nightmare. Maybe they should have left her there; it seems like it would have been kinder for all of them. Mason is trying to comfort her, no doubt, even as he is reeling over Rufus like the rest of them. Denise is doubtless burying herself in work as a coping mechanism. And Flynn --

Once again, Lucy's train of thought breaks off, won't resolve clearly, doesn't make sense. Back in 1888, he was going to say something to her in the shed before Wyatt burst in, she's sure of it. But he's been shot too and went through just as much of a wringer, and she doesn't know if she can face him right now. If nothing else, he will take one look at her and know exactly how much of a wreck she is, and Lucy is desperate to maintain a few illusions. Even that, or --

Just then, a steady beeping catches her attention, and she jerks up to see a light flashing on the Lifeboat's control console. For an insane moment she thinks that it's Rufus, paging them to come back and pick him up since he can't understand why they left him behind. But when Lucy turns her chair around and wheels over to the screen, she sees that the encrypted message has her name on it, in block capitals. LUCY.

Moving as slowly and dully as if through mud, she clicks on it, opening up a brief block of text. It is short and almost brutally to the point.

Princess --

I'd like to finish what we started. I'm sure you do too.

Give yourself up to me, and I'll bring Rufus back to life. Yes, I know how to do it. I know much more than any of these other idiots. Such a pity you didn't understand that sooner.

If you don't answer and don't turn up, I'll blow the bunker. My new best friend Jess made sure to tell me where it is.

Lots of love,

Emma.

Lucy stares at it until her eyes cross, until she is shaking from head to toe with rage that scalds like poison. She wants to put her fist through the console; wants to tear everything apart and leave nothing standing, a fury that frightens her with its need and its potency and its utter plausibility; she could, and seeing it so clearly terrifies her. She pushes her chair back with a jerk, staggering to her feet. She has enough of her wits remaining to know that she's obviously being baited, forced into making a reckless, emotional decision just like this, but she's so angry that she almost doesn't care. If Emma still thinks she can toy with Lucy like this, with this sneering mockery and disrespect, after Lucy very nearly did kill her not even three hours ago and a hundred and thirty years away --

Maybe the part about Jessica revealing the location of the bunker is a bluff, but maybe, and more likely, it isn't, whether or not Jessica actually wanted to do it. Not even to mention the rest of it -- bring Rufus back to life. It's a lie, it's obviously a lie, Emma will say anything to provoke Lucy into a response, but it likewise has a poisonous ring of truth. Emma knows more about Rittenhouse, about time travel, than anyone, and yet she's used it in the service of this. If Lucy could seize her, overpower her, force her to cough it up --

She feels like she's in a fever dream, hot and giddy and delirious, seeing everything with the clarity of madness. Now, it has to be now. If she's going to slip out the back while everyone is paralyzed with grief over Rufus, maybe bring him back as if he was never gone, then she has to be quick. And so Lucy turns around, runs directly into a man who, despite being the largest resident of the bunker, has managed to come up silently behind her, and almost screams.

"What are you doing?" she hisses at Flynn, who is standing there in his burgundy sweater with his wounded arm in a sling, looking at her as if she's the one who has lost her mind. "Get out of my way!"

Flynn doesn't budge. The silence crackles. Then he reaches out with his good hand and very lightly touches her chin, tilting her head back to look at him. "Lucy," he says hoarsely. "What's wrong?"

Lucy almost snaps that it's none of his business, but he's still the only person in the bunker that she wants to talk to on a regular basis, and he did hold her in the alley while she sobbed, cradled her to his chest like she was the most rare and precious thing in any timeline. Besides, Flynn is obviously useful in the killing-people department, even if he's not at his best, and she has a feeling that he'd have no objection at all to following her around. Still, her pride won't quite bend, won't crack, fears (entirely reasonably) that he might object to this very stupid idea and attempt to stop her. "I just need to.... do something," she says, trying to dodge around him, which has all the effect of a tugboat versus the Titanic. "By... by myself."

Flynn continues to look at her without a word. Then he lets go, steps past her, and looks at the screen, where Emma's taunting message still glows, before Lucy can stop him. He reads it with a single sweep of his eyes, then turns back to her. Very simply, he says, "No."

"You can't tell me what to do," Lucy spits, heartbroken and furious, determined to make him rile, to shout back at her, to do something. "You're the one who's done so many stupid things trying to stop Rittenhouse! Isn't it my turn?!"

"Maybe." Flynn's voice remains quiet, gravely. "That doesn't mean you should."

"Rufus," Lucy says, clinging to it like a lifeline, the self-evident reason why she has to do this. "She said that she would bring back Rufus."

"And you actually think she would?" Flynn sounds utterly disbelieving. "That Emma Whitmore would do anything to help her enemies get back the one man they need the most? She won't, Lucy. She won't. She'll just take you and destroy you too, and I can't -- "

Again, infuriatingly, he catches himself. He swallows visibly, throat moving, and looks away. Then he finishes, "We can't do this without you either. Not even possible. Besides, we're dead on our feet."

"She said..." Lucy feels like she's sinking in quicksand, the darkness closing over her head, and she reaches out for the only solid thing she can find -- which, of course, is Flynn. He goes rigid from head to toe when she grabs his good arm, but he doesn't move away. "The bunker. She'll come here. She'll destroy it. She'll kill us all."

Flynn laughs, grim as winter. "I would love to see her try."

Silence, another instant. Lucy wants to end this conversation and storm out, but then she would have to let go of Flynn, and she isn't sure that she remembers how to stand up. He gazes down at her with the softest look she has ever seen from any living creature, and she feels it to the back of her spine. Once again, his hand lifts as if to touch her cheek, then falls. "We will get Rufus back," he promises her. "And we will do it the right way. Not with Emma. Now you need to sleep, Lucy. You need to rest."

"No," Lucy murmurs, already tilting forward. "No, I won't."

She's dimly aware that she's losing her footing, that her surge of rage-fueled madness is draining out of her and leaving only endless cold, and Flynn swoops in and catches her with only a small grunt of effort. Then he lifts her up, carries her down the hall, and kicks open the door to her room, setting her down on her bunk. Lucy reaches out for his hand, trying to grasp it, trying to get him to stay, terrified that he too will be gone when she awakes, but she is asleep before she can even properly close her eyes.

#anonymous #ask #lucy x flynn #garcy #garcy ff #(modified your prompt slightly hope you don't mind)#fic prompts

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Trans Alec Hardy x Ghost male Character 20+

Broadchurch | The ancients people said it [ Trans Alec Hardy x Ghost male reader ]

Type : M

Retraction : Alec Hardy/Ghost male Character

Language : EG

คำเตือน : TW,NC,SA,PWP,SV,CW,MA,Rape, semi-public,Trans Alec Hardy,belief,spanking,vaginal sex,little bit dirty talk

Talking : Please remember Alec bottom and trans Alec.English not my first language and I am not writer.This is the belief of my country.Enjoy reading

At the end of December the weather seems especially cold. The dryness and coolness of the air is enough to crack soft lips. Makes the skin itchy all over the body The detective raised his hand and scratched his neck, causing a red mark. The sound of his mouth rippled out every time he tried to lower his legs into the tall bushes. The grass reached his waist, which made the detective even more annoyed.

The detective sighed in annoyance. Try to find a path in the forest so he don't get lost. When he goes on daytime walks with Ellie Miller, he never gets lost. He had just arrived in this city and had just encountered a big case. His impatience made him wear a large coat and drag his legs out of the house to go to the crime scene one more time. He should calm down a little more and not get lost in the forest like this.

The detective's sweet chocolate colored eyes widened. The detective's ears screamed. The man's call from behind made the hairs on the detective's body stand on end. The detective's face was stained with the color of panic. As soon as the detective turned around, he was surprised again.

"Who...?"

"I have to let you know that this isn't funny. Don't play dumb, come out, who are you?"

The detective's face lit up with a mixture of irritation and annoyance. The moonlight that fell on the detective's body completely destroyed the darkness. The detective looked around, wide-eyed and wary. The detective crossed his arms tightly over his chest and clenched his jaw. low growl

"You are trespassing on a crime scene. I'll reduce your sentence if you surrender yourself or I'll walk you over."

"Why don't you come out? Are you saying it's a bodyless ghost?"

The detective's sarcastic words sound irritated. The detectives looked around in anger before their faces turned into shock as they were pressed into the grass. Tall grass irritates faces pressed to the ground. The detective clenched his jaw. He tried to pull the arms that were crossed behind his back to support his body, but it was no use.

"Stop! I swear I'll drag you to jail then stop before I add more charges to you."

"Sh..."

A hot breath blew next to the detective's ear, causing him to freeze. The detective's eyes widened. The body is tense because the touch tickles and irritates. Both from the heat and the grass mixed together until the detective was confused. But the intruder didn't give him time to think about it. A large, rough hand squeezed the detective's jaw tightly and lifted him up. causing him to open his mouth in pain. The detective clenched his jaw but was too late to stop some of the medicine from being sent into his mouth.

The detective tried to turn away. low growl Struggling for its life like a little mouse before a lion, but the hunter had no mercy. The force that was transmitted through the rough fingertips all the way to the detective's jaw made him feel as if his bones were shattering. The detective reluctantly swallowed the pill down his throat. He coughed and choked heavily as soon as he was freed. The detective's eyes flickered furiously at the visitor. The detective's mouth was about to spit out a curse but stopped when he realized how dangerous the tall man in front of him looked. Seeing this, the tall man laughed in delight. Push the detective to the ground again. Gather the detective's wrists so that they are on top of the detective's head.

His hand slowly traced the detective's pants, causing the detective's fragile heart to flutter. Drag his finger and flick it to draw a pattern through the rough fabric. He tapped the detective's belt and began sliding his hand between his legs. This caused the detective to panic and try to resist. But the detective's words floated past the mysterious man's ears like a breeze.

The detective's legs tightened and became even more tense as the depraved hands began to undo his belt. His pants soon dropped to the floor. As the detective's throat became dry, he couldn't speak. The perpetrator's lips pressed against the detective's neck. Suck and bite gently on the hot skin until it leaves a mark. The bruises and bite marks provoked by the licking caused the detective to groan.

The perpetrator's hand slowly inserted itself between the shades of the cloth. Sliding hands that were like sticky squid tentacles along the delicate and curved body. Press his lips against the detective's larynx. Drag his tongue down to his lovely collarbone. He bit down gently to hear the detective's moans.

"Well,Someone is enjoying themselves."

The mysterious man's teasing words caused the detective to dig his hand into the ground. The detective's knuckles turned white. The detective's jaw clenched together tightly. The detective's eyes burned like fire from hell. But before the poor detective could utter a rebuttal, A large, rough palm tore off his white shirt. The little detective could have sworn he saw him biting his lower lip and licking his own lips. That made the detective even more frightened.

The perpetrator's hand grabbed the detective's shoulder and pinned him to the ground. His other hand examined his back, where the slight muscular lines of his body made him look like a sculpture of Antonio Canova.

The guilty man's hand wrapped around the poor detective's small neck. Squeeze until the detective's body is tortured. A red mark appeared around the detective's neck. The detective looked like a fish that had been caught ashore. Swirl his body and open his mouth to absorb air. That made the guilty man laugh.

The perpetrator slowly inserted his finger into the detective's pitiful vagina. Watching the detective suffer with burning eyes intent on destroying the detective. His hands did not allow the detective to relax. He ran his finger along the detective's wall. Teasing the tight muscles to find the right angle.

The detective tried to steady himself on his knees. Kicks and kicks hit the figure behind him, but no matter how hard he tried, the perpetrator would only dodge and counterattack harder each time.

The hunter stops the detective's resistance. He draped the detective's legs over his own shoulders. The detective's body was hungry, biting and gnawing. Dom sniffed the detective's body like it was a precious perfume that would appear in a thousand years. His hands squeezed the detective's body so tightly that they left marks on his hips, neck, thighs, causing the detective's physiological tears to flow without stopping.

"You never beat me,Puppet"

"Why you tried to bovvered?"

"Not cute...You should do lovely like your body."

The detective's chocolate eyes widened when he saw that the zipper of the criminal's pants was down. He brought out his own cock. Stroking it a few times before slowly inserting it into the sensitive hole that had never received anything more than a finger. The detective struggled and cursed like a fish caught on land. But his futile effort was taken away as soon as he felt the pain from the size of the mysterious man's penis.

The detective felt as if Satan had ripped out his heart. Stretched to a torture device and inserted thousands of needles into him. Make him atone for the Sandbrook girl's death by driving a nail into his heart. Take a hammer and smash his heart until it is as fine as broken glass.

The detective's legs were raised. The slender figure of the detective was forced to turn on its side to provide a more favorable angle for the perpetrator. A rough palm traced the curves. Run his hand as if to carve a work of art into the soft skin. The detective's breathing became labored as the storm of emotions hit him. He closed his eyes tightly. Bend like a shrimp Bury his face in the grass

A large palm raised in the air. His arm swung down and hit the soft lump of flesh, causing an embarrassing noise to spread throughout the area. The red mark on the detective's butt was repeated several times, causing the detective's jaw to open wide.

The detective numbed immediately, feeling like he was a lonely ship. Was caught floating on a raft in the middle of the sea all alone. This feeling of insecurity and loneliness almost made the detective cry.

"I bet the whole town will be thrilled when they find out their DI is a fucking whore."

"Little rebel,You so velvet."

The vile's dirty words made the detective nauseous to the point of vomiting. The detective turned his head away, but a large palm squeezed his jaw so hard it hurt and he was forced to look back at him. That made the detective just notice the other party's grayish color hair.

The perpetrator's hips slammed against the detective's body, rubbing against the floor. The detective tried to ignore the sound of the infamous crash but he couldn't. He tried not to moan and resist the feeling of his cervix being crushed a million times and how tightly he tightened his inner walls to squeeze his rapist's cock.

"Please- Uh- Ah- Aw"

"Oh- Just give me a Ah- break."

The detective could only groan and let his trembling heart fall into the dark abyss known as lust and shame. Guilt rose in the detective's heart and Satan's hammer drove the nails of shame, hanging his heart in the heart of the flames of hell. The detective sobbed in anguish at the feeling of climax growing within him. And he couldn't hold back his own sweet juices.

"Oh really? You so naughty,So horny."

"You so really love cock,aren't you?"

"That why your ex wife can't Be patient, tom boy who is hungry men like you."

Such an insulting and vile assumption made the detective's eyes glisten with anger. He wanted to open his mouth to shout a curse, but when he opened it, The man quickly pulled himself all the way out and back all the way in. It pounded against his cervix until his breath was ragged.

A moment that seemed like eternity had finally passed. The detective's heart clenched so tightly that his body convulsed. The detective's eyelids began to close. The detective's consciousness was lost in the fire of lust. The last sensation the detective could remember was a warm liquid being injected into his abdomen and a soft whisper in his ear.

"Let's come see each other next time, Detective. I like you."

The detective felt a large amount of heat in his body. It may have been the result of the pills he was forced to swallow. But he didn't have time to focus on anything but pain. The detective tries to create a vocabulary according to his own lust. Tears streamed down his red cheeks. Vision is not as clear as the stars in the sky. The detective's words were mixed with incomprehensible moans.

The detective's eyelids began to move. The detective's fingertips tensed. His steady breathing began to be interfered with by the power of his memories. The detective's eyes slowly opened to adjust to the morning light. He looked around, there was an IV on the back of his palm. He glanced at the two IV bags on the metal hangers for a second before turning to look at the person sitting in the room watching over him.

"You passed in the middle of the forest. I accidentally stumbled upon you and took you to the hospital."

"I know you don't believe me, but they told me to help you."

"They?"

The detective frowned. Prue closed her eyes and spoke in a weak voice.The detective couldn't remember his name, but he could remember that this person had come to install telephone lines at the police station. He was the telephone engineer who claimed to have contacted Danny. Latimer with six cents.

"Yes...Them"

"Listen, they trick you into believing they exist. To make you believe the words that Danny left me to tell you. You have to believe me."

The detective's brow furrowed into a knot that was hard to remove and adorned his forehead. The interlocutor could only sigh and was sure that he would never believe these words.

"You have to believe me. You've encountered it and you can't deny it."

"Stop talking nonsense and get out."

The detective could no longer control his emotions. He had just been raped and this is what the worldly lunatic said to him when he woke up. The detective wanted to stand up, yell and scream, point at the deceitful bastard's face and punch him, but right now he couldn't even speak aloud. Of course, the interlocutor was relieved and complied nicely after trying a bit more but getting scolded.

"Please,You should believe me."

"They say you challenge them with words. You shouldn't answer any sounds in the middle of the forest at night, especially mysterious voices. Owner who doesn't like your sarcasm"

"Shut up, Get out and don't let me see your face again."

"If I ever see your face one more time, I swear I will do everything in my power to handcuff you and put you in jail for obstruction of an officer."

"Then get out now!"

When the other party gave up and retreated, the detective got up, got dressed, washed his body, and tried to scoop out the mysterious man's seed from his body, but he couldn't find any, so his next step was to try everything. to leave the hospital in violation of the doctor's orders Then he returned to the desolate grassland high on the cliff again.

The detective immediately went to the same spot as last night. He walked through grass as tall as his head. Lost in the forest again until he found the spot where he had passed out last night. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down hesitantly for a moment. He took off his coat and put it on the floor. Kneel on the grass Slowly, one button at a time unbuttoned his shirt.

"If it really existed, you came out to prove it to me, not sending a message through a crazy person."

"Prove that you are more than just a bloody rapist."

"Prove it to me."

"Show me."

The detective took off his pure colored shirt and placed it on a pile of grass. Sitting on his heels like the sitting position of a goddess. His voice was shaky but mixed with desire. His eyes widened and he immediately turned around to follow the sound behind him.

"Good boy,detective."

"Now let me play with you."

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Norman Osborn NSFW Alphabet (18+)

so, umm... this happened. i love mobius but i needed a refresher. Also, let me know what y’all think

CW: Smut (Obvi)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There’s a belief that sex is intimate and can often make us feel vulnerable, and Norman would agree 110%. Aftercare is a way that Norman can show you his true kindness and emotion.

Physical intimacy is always his number one way of making you feel special and appreciated. Maybe it sounds crass to say that Norman sort of sees aftercare as a checklist, but he looks at everything systematically, so it’s not something you take personally. And as far as the checklist goes, from the get-go, he’s good about cleaning you up and taking care of your body after sex, especially after a session with some bondage or other kinks or toys that might take a toll on you. But you also confess to him that – especially when he’s really worn you down – you need some sort of words of affirmation—you reassure him there’s no need to get touchy-feely about it, even, but just telling you that you were good for him and other little things like that. Does he get it? Not really. But he does it for you… and he maybe starts to derive some joy out of whispering little compliments after completely wrecking you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

HIS PHYSIQUE!!! For a guy who’s spent his whole life as a genius in tech and science, his physique would be just one more way to set himself apart, so of course, he relishes in it. Norman knows you like his body, especially his arms. Because no matter where his arms are, whether it is cooking your favorite meal, pressing you down against your mattress, or wrapping his hand around your throat, you’ll always be admiring them.

As far as your body… He loves your hair. Norman appreciates the body of his partner in its entirety, and you can be damn sure he's always going to have beautiful compliments, but if he has a weakness it's your hair. He loves combing his fingers through. Especially fond of tugging at your hair to bring you in for a bruising kiss. And also when he's fucking you senseless.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He'll have no problem coming anywhere you want him to, and can get quite filthy when it comes to that. But if he'd have to choose, he'd probably like coming on your pretty face, though he'd avoid messing with your hair. He absolutely loves your hair and doesn't want to ruin it. He can come a lot, several times a night. This is especially true if work has kept him away from you for a long time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There's something about the art of inflicting pain as a means to elicit pleasure that fascinates him. Maybe it's the power at play and having you surrender to him that gets him off, but don't get him wrong. It's not seeing you in pain that excites him. That would never do for him if you're clearly uncomfortable and unwilling to participate. It's your clear trust to give yourself to him, to give him complete control over your body because you know he'll look after you and only one command from you will suffice to stop him. In reality, it's you who has complete control over him, and he's your willing slave.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

So it’s not that Norman is inexperienced. He’s had plenty of sex – mostly meaningless one-night stands – and has never had much of a preference in the gender of his sexual partners as long as they can blow him well, so his experience does span the gender spectrum. But you’re the first long-term partner, so there is a bit of a learning curve as he gets more familiar with what you want.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle!!!! Watching you become a mess beneath him, unable to support yourself on your arms as he wrecks you, and begging him like a little slut, really gets him going. He also loves watching his dick going in and out of you and the way you eagerly take him. He loves seeing himself balls deep in you and then hearing the sounds you make when his cock brushes against those extra-sensitive spots on your inner walls.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Norman is a cheeky little bastard so there'll be no shortage of cockiness when he's getting it on. He finds it amusing whenever you get impatient and will make fun of your pouty and annoyed expressions whenever he doesn't give you what you want. He totally thinks you look adorable and in reality is tempted to give in to your desires. He might laugh when you start begging while he’s teasing you, and he also might laugh a little if he’s tipsy, but that never really strays into flat-out humor.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Doesn’t have a lot of body hair in general but tends to pay a lot of attention down there. May shave from time to time. The color matches that of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Not as romantic as you would hope him to be. Norman is raw passion, and he'll come and go like a hurricane when you least expect it. He's a heavily emotional guy, though. And he may be overwhelming at times to the point of being too much to deal with. Norman wants you to be completely his, and he's quite possessive. He’s going to show you again and again that you only belong to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Enjoys the real deal way more, but he likes it when you watch him masturbate during foreplay. On occasion, he will also ask you to masturbate for him, so don't be shy. He'll sit back and observe with keen interest the way you pleasure yourself before he decides he can't hold back. That said, Norman keeps the weirdest hours because of his work, so sometimes he’s desperately horny while he knows you’re sound asleep, and in those moments he will jerk off. It’s always in the hope of sex or a blow job when you wake up later, though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Of course he’s all about BDSM, especially bondage. He loves tying you up, and he especially loves blindfolding you, the way that he’s your only link to the world while you’re completely untethered from reality. You only know where he is in the room when he says something to you or touches you. You can only feel what he chooses for you to feel: heat, cold, pain, pleasure, etc. He's into impact play and will leave your bottom red after spanking it, but he'll take special care of it afterward. He won't engage in such practice often, maybe on special occasions, and if you're particularly horny to stand it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Norman enjoys the thrill of being caught, so he won't refuse to have a go in semi public places. His favorite place, however, is the privacy of his own bedroom, where he's free to do as he pleases without any fuss. It's his territory, and you submit to his rules willingly. Everything he needs is within reach, whether his toys or the elements he needs to provide you with aftercare. Plus, only he gets to see you like this.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A good challenge will get him going. Don't make things too easy for him. He likes submissiveness, but the best part about it is getting you to submit to him. Sexually submissive partners are his preference because he enjoys being in the role of the dominant partner. This doesn't mean you have to be submissive in the relationship as a whole. For that matter, one of his favorite things is when you ask him to punish you for being bad. He'll play along with your game, and ask you what is it you've done to warrant such a thing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Norman will never do anything to consciously hurt you. He only wants to make you scream in pleasure, not in pain. If he does, he'll stop immediately and comfort you in any way he can to make you feel better. It doesn't matter how horny or needy he is, your well-being comes first. Norman is game for… pretty much anything, even if sometimes he’s a little skeptical. But he would not be about a threesome, not when it means sharing you with anyone else. Once you’re in an established relationship, even a threesome with a robot probably wouldn’t be super appealing; he needs you all to himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man eats pussy like a champion and will not spare any efforts to satisfy you, but prefers receiving oral. Honestly, he loves having you on your knees worshiping his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) For the most part, there's no in-between with Norman. He'll either fuck you like an animal and leave you sore for days, or he'll go slow and torture you, edging you again and again only to deny you release, to the point you'll become insane. Either way, you're screwed. Figuratively and literally.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A fair amount of the sex he’s had in the past has been quickies, because a lot of it has been more functional—just getting off. So being with you is the first time in a while that he’s consistently had proper sex. That’s made him prefer proper sex, sure, but again: Norman can go from 0 to 60 pretty damn fast, so he’s all for a good quickie, especially in the middle of his workday. Does he hope for more later, though? Yes, absolutely.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Norman is pretty open-minded, so he'll be up for experimenting as long as it’s something you both agree on. He’ll always ask for your opinion and will also respect your boundaries. He knows that you like to be kept on your toes, so he is always introducing new toys and games into your bedroom. While he’s usually the one suggesting change, he will listen and learn from you when the circumstances apply. Sometimes he does need to be shown how fun one of your ideas might be, though.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Even though this man loves a quickie, he can last forever. His work is full of grueling, repetitive tasks, so he knows how to keep himself going when staring at a computer screen. That means keeping himself on the edge of pleasure to prolong your experience is nothing. (And it also doesn’t hurt that he’s super fit and in tune with his body.) Norman also has a very short reset time; he’ll cum on your face and after a minute or two of you sucking the cum off of his fingers after he rubs it into your face, he’s hard enough to go again

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. Vibrators, plugs, restraints, nipple clamps; he has it all. And he sees these toys as somewhat of an extension of his power over you. He’ll tie you up and fuck with you for hours with them, keeping you right on the precipice of release, but never giving you what you’re begging for.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This guy is a little shit that enjoys driving you crazy whenever he gets the chance. He's always a tease, and he just enjoys provoking you. If he has to rile you up to get a reaction from you, you bet he's going to find an excuse. You think that sounds like fun? Let's see what you think when you're crying after being dicked down for so long you can't even think straight. And he's not going to let you cum until you completely submit and tell him he's won. You may fight all you want, you may even be right in what you say, but you're still going to have his cock buried deep inside you pummeling you until you admit defeat. On a more serious topic, he'll appreciate it if you put him in his place whenever he's becoming too difficult. Norman can be too stubborn for his own good and wants things to go his way. If you know he's in the wrong, don't let his mood swings and glares intimidate you. He respects a person who can stay their ground, so don't be afraid to speak your mind and call him out whenever it's necessary. He may be salty for a while, but in the end he'll love you more for it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

It's not always Norman making the noises, mainly because it's him who's in charge for the most part.

Even so, he's not pretty loud. Except maybe when he's coming. It's then that he tends to lose control of his voice. Otherwise, he keeps mostly silent, concentrated on your every reaction to play along. Possibly some sporadic grunts and moans when he cums, but that’s it. So after the first couple of weeks of fucking, you literally tell him, “I want to hear you have a good time. I want you to be loud for me, I want to know that you are loving the way it feels.” And it didn’t even occur to him that his noises might be part of sex, not really, but once it settles in for him, he’s a hell of a lot louder and very into it. (Also into the fact that you actually like knowing that he’s turned on.) Grunting and dirty talk and everything with no concern for volume because who is it going to bother?

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Norman is quite possessive and jealous when it comes to emotional involvement, and certainly, if he feels serious about you, he won't want to share you with anyone else. He gets really pissed if others show interest in you, and it may be upsetting for you if he's behaving all passive-aggressive because of it. He knows it's wrong, and that it's not your fault other people find you attractive, but Norman is also aware that as a saint he can't really give you the life you deserve where you’ll get to live happily ever after. He fears one day you'll realize you can do better than him and leave him. He may be cocky and arrogant on the outside, but deep down he feels really insecure about himself and doesn't want to lose you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Have you seen this man’s body? He’s thick in every way —including his cock. Putting aside length (which, it’s considerable), that man is thick and stretches you out in ways you wouldn’t believe. Norman always admired himself, but he never really realized his size (which is saying something) until your eyes widened at the sight of him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Norman’s sex drive is so damn high. You couldn’t even begin to guess how often it’s led to him missing business calls, or wandering away from his work because he gets a glimpse of you, and he’s just… gotta have you right then.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Norman is a sweet guy who will make sure you're properly taken care of and comfortable. Will cradle you in his arms, whispering sweet words as he pets your hair until you're fast asleep. Quite often it's him who falls asleep last because he's the one to deal with aftercare. He can't just roll on his side and leave you alone after playing rough, without assuring you that he loves you and he's grateful that you trust him so much. He watches your innocent expression and knows he wants to stay forever with you. But there's no way to stop time, and sooner or later death will claim him with his green goblin antics. But that's a price he's willing to pay so long as you're safe.

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God, that was a lot

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Fun fact: demon slayer starts in 1912 and ends in 1927(or at least that's when the Tashio era ends). Using that math Tanjiro (as long as he kept his health good) would very well be alive today at the ripe age of like 78 if my math is correct since he started as 13 in the series. (My math probably wrong asf)

Power imbalance, power bottom reader, knife play, blood but not blood play...

He hated you.

Your very being irked him more than anything he'd ever experienced in all his centuries of living. You were clumsy, boisterous, and played that arrogant music all throughout your home while walking around half naked. Well in Muzan's opinion you were half naked, he couldn't even begin to describe his disbelief at the trend of exposing skin.

It didn't help that you had that insignificant filth running through your veins. At first he was unsure, after all this was a completely different country than Japan, not to mention your darker skin and coiled hair. But no, he could smell and recognise the Kamado blood running through your veins just as strongly as it had run through all your ancestors.

Completely undiluted.

At the very beginning when you first moved in, you came to his home. Knocking aggressively on his front door already getting off to the wrong start. When he opened it, you slipped past him and walked into his living room barely even saying hello as you put poorly decorated sugar cookies on his obsidian coffee table. "This is a nice place you got here Mj."

Muzan's eyes twitched, that joke had long since gotten old since he moved to America.

Now that you were closer he could definitely smell, the century old stench of rivaling bloodlust simmered just below your onyx skin. At any moment he expected you to attack him in some way or form. "Anyways I'm here to say hello neighbor, my name is Y/n and I'm your new best friend!"

Your happy attitude also agitated him to no end. Even though the knowledge of demons had dwindled down to only a few select families, even basic humans were wary of him as their baser instincts made them aware of his dangerous origins. This fact had long since forced Muzan to only prey on the elderly to survive. You had stayed a bit longer babbling about some nonsense that Muzan never acknowledged as he watched you from a good distance.

"You know you really got to add more to your wardrobe than 1963 suits." You walked from the back of his home, an area that he didn't even notice you wandered to. Finally getting bored, you open his door bidding your farewells.

Just before leaving you stop and with a cheeky grin say, "If you ever need anything just come on over. We Kamado's are known for our kindness."

Since then he'd been on edge around you. The point of relocating was for him to keep a low profile but now it seems he'd have to come face to face with an old nemesis reborn.

Muzan snapped out of his thoughts with a flinch as he pierced his hand with his nail. He watches the dark blood well up from the wound and drip down his wrist. In the end this world had long since lost its hostility dwindling the average human incapable of basic combat. Giving you were no doubt a great descendant, Muzan failed to see you as a true threat.

But one can never be too sure

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You heard a knock on your door, soft and hesitant. "I don't think I'm expecting company." You checked your watch and peered out of a nearby window. It was at least 8 at night, you were braless wearing sweats with a red T-Shirt and on your way to bed. In the back of your mind you visualize your two grand-uncles Inosuke and Zenitsu coming over to make you spectate their fights. For two old dudes they still had enough strength in them to do hip breaking nonsense.

You open the door shocked to see your next door neighbor standing before you. For once he wasn't wearing a suit that cost more than your house. His attire was still expensively dressed but in a more casual sense, that being a black dress shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled up displaying his pale skin. "Can I come in?" A dazzling smile you had never seen before practically blinds you as he walks past you into your home.

When Muzan walks in his eyes immediately dart to the clear as day Nichirin Blade sword displayed recklessly on your living room wall above your couch. "You like it?" A hand on his shoulder makes him jump, "Got it from my grandpa, he says it's really special but I feel like he's exaggerating. You know how old people are." Muzan shakes out of his stupor. "I don't quite understand what you mean by that, however I do know that it's much more wise to listen to your elders than ignoring…..It could save your life."

Muzan replicates you and puts a hand on your shoulder gently squeezing. This was it, he'd go in for the kill and it would be over, the amount of blood he'd pump into you would be enough to watch you meet a satisfying end of combustion completely untraceable if the police were to get involved. How he wishes he'd be there when your poor grandfather walks along your remains splattered on every surface in your living room. Unable to do a thing as he's finally in his last stretch of life.

The beauty.

Muzan's finger only twitches in the slightest before pain sparks from his own neck. "The thought of you coming into my own home unprovoked and at night no less, was the most obvious sign one could ask more." You had his hand gripped so tight your veins popped while your other hand held a small pocket knife that burned brighter than any Nichirin sword he'd ever encountered. He didn't understand, he was quick enough to kill even the best of the ancient Hiroshima. So how did a little foreign girl like you get the upper hand?

It was embarrassing and almost laughable if any of his pillars were alive to tell the tale.

You press the blade harder before bringing your other hand to caress Muzan's cheek, "Did you think I'd be just an ignorant descendant of an infamous hero?" You clicked your teeth disappointingly. "How naive, you've really become lazy after all these millennia huh?" You walk forward, pushing Muzan back with seductive strength. He allows you to push him into your couch, I say allow because at any time he could have stopped you.

Muzan is most definitely not holding me at gunpoint right now.

The knife never wavers even as you climb into Muzan's lap, pressing it even closer against his jugular. "You do know getting beheaded will not kill me, and I doubt this petty little kitchen knife will get the job done in the first place." Your lips draw into a smirk and you press the knife closer as you trail it down his chest, "That may be true but it's gonna take one hell of a time for you to grow back." Your hand jerks down, popping his shirt buttons open.

Muzan watches with interest, your eyes light up as more skin becomes exposed. The tones of your dark skin contrast strikingly as you caress his pectoral with the tips of your fingers. "For a 1,000 year old grandpa you look decent." Still threatening his life with your blade, you kiss him. It's deep and carnal. Your lustful desires being made known as you grind in his lap. The flesh of your ass snuggly hotdogs the forming outline of his cock. "I've always wanted to be with a demon. You've had to of become a real freak after living this long!"

When you pull away Muzan's thin lips are pink and a bit swollen. He is out of breath despite needing none, "You have a lot of nerve for a mere human." With your free hand you loosen the belt of his slacks, only standing to pull them off, pleased when Muzan voluntarily raises his hips to aid you.

Don't get him wrong, he was still planning on killing you and ending your wretched bloodline once and for all, he just needed his mind to clear itself. Your scent, your confidence, strung him along like a puppet. His hands grip onto your ass cheeks like a lifeline. Molding them between his fingers, even giving them a shake through your sweats. His nails elongate and puncture the thick fabric as if it was nothing more than a spider web.

Your sweats are tugged off completely leaving your lower half nude. Muzan moves his hands to hold your ass again but your blade politely makes itself known. You are out of breath and clearly flustered. "Watch yourself, demon, I'm the one calling the shots, don't forget that." Muzan bites his tongue with sharp glare. He raises his hands in surrender, "Of course."

Muzan can feel your wetness against his leg and it's driving him insane. "Hey…" red eyes refocus on yours, "You ain't got any diseases do you? And you can't get me pregnant right?" Muzan smirks hands enclosing around your ass despite your protest. "I can, however it will cost a lot more than doing it once." The odds didn't seem in your favor but you were in no position to stand down and grab a condom and Muzan knew it.

You curve the blade towards his chin, "If you are lying and give me some ancient unknown disease or I find out you have superman sperm, I will kill you." Muzan links his lips, "Wasn't that the plan from the beginning or have you had a moment of level headedness?" Your wrist is quick and precise, cutting a thin slash along his jawline., not enough to scar and it barely even bled, but the threat was clear.

You grab Muzan's dick and use your thumb to attack the underside with fast strokes. Said man doesn't react outwardly, the only sign being his eyelids lowering by a fraction. "Were you always this well endowed or did you adjust this part too?" Muzan was not amused by your insinuation. Deciding to once again display the true power imbalance this situation had, he loops his arms underneath your large thighs and lifts you just enough to thrust his cock against your hole.

From there he let's go, making you plop down on his length, making you yelp and allowing him to lean back with a relaxed sigh. You were so warm and tight. Now even though I explained what had happened with great detail, keep in mind that in reality it all happened within a fraction of a second.

Your large and in charge persona was cracking. You gripped Muzan's sides tightly as your pussy spasmed around his girth. "F-Fuck it's too….." you trail off not wanting to give Muzan the credit he was truly due.

It takes a few moments for you to get your bearings all the while Muzan and his dangerous jaw swayed in the crevice of your neck. A viper playing with its prey. The blade is back against his neck once again making his cock twitch. If he were human this would be a dangerous feat. Your grip never slacked nor lessened against his neck, slicing into a growing wound that dropped dark blood down his chest and to his abdomen.

His dick stretched your pussy and made it weap on each downstroke. Muzan's hands grip onto the cheeks of your ass with gritted teeth. Your insides gripped him ever so slightly. Sucking him back in as if he belonged there. He felt used and it felt good. His black ringlets stuck to his face from sweat and his red eyes grew in intensity.

He couldn't see much of your body, hell he could barely even touch. In the back of his mind humorous thoughts such as how he knew Tanjiro would lose his sanity if he knew his granddaughter was being bedded by the man he despised. But the more you bounced, the more you squeezed, the deeper you cut into his neck proved that you were truly the one in charge.

"Oh God you're so deep!" Your deep almond eyes shut themselves with pleasure. Muzan could feel your legs shaking with exertion at the same rhythm your pussy twitched. His balls felt tight after having no action in over a dozen years. "F-Faster." He has no care for your blade, only wanting to cum and feel the sweet ecstasy he knew your creamed pussy would provide. "Come on human, go faster." Muzan locks lips with you, gaze hardened and intent on proving some sort of point.

Tossing the knife you wrap your arms around his neck pulling his head closer. Red eyes target brown ones as his hands take a stronger grip on your ass. He uses his strength to bounce you. The sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass is just as disgusting as it is sexy. Your nipples rub against his through your tank-top making you both moan. The feeling blood stains your shirt making you shiver from the cool wetness

The couch you rest on bangs against the wall behind you the faster you both go. Muzan's feet are planted firmly in the ground, his fangs further elongated. He looks feral and it is in this moment where you get a glimpse of the horror many people felt when he took their lives. "Focus little Kamado, you wouldn't want to disappoint me now would you?"

Muzan's hips meet yours, spreading the tempo. Your juices coat his lap before finally you tense up completely into a cramp inducing stance as Muzan impaled you on his cock one last time. "Ahh.." Muzan empties himself within you with a relieved sigh.

Maybe the Kamado bloodline could go on.

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holden-caulfield · 2 years

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Sweet Resignation

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SUMMARY: when the reader is assigned the mission to kill the only person she learned to love and that loves her back, she has to decide what's more important: her loyalty or her love.

PAIRINGS: assassin!draco x assassin!reader

WARNINGS: angst!! mentions of death, blood, knives, implied sex, death of a character.

WORD COUNT: 1089

A/N: i don't know about this, it's pretty sad and weird but it's my favorite thing i've ever written.

He laid there, unconscious, completely at your mercy. He couldn't have gotten out of there, not alive. Not when you were just inches away from him, one movement was all it would have taken. One sharp, decise, deep prod and he wouldn't have been a problem anymore.

He laid there, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly ajar, small exhales of air coming out of it and you wondered how someone so deadly could even come close to looking like heaven personified.

He laid there, engulfed in linen sheets that still held your perfume, that still held his own, that made you believe for just a moment in the possibility of a future that involved you both.

It didn't have to end like that, but you had made a promise. You would have killed him because that's what you were paid to do, not sleeping with him and most certainly not falling in love with him.

You could have ended it in a second. In a second you could have finished him and he wouldn't have felt anything. You could have but your hand was firmly set on his cheek, stroking the soft skin beneath it.

How weak of you, catching feelings for someone who would have eliminated you without hesitation in your place.

You couldn't bring yourself to loathe him, not when his face looked like that, his blond locks barely grazing his sharp nose, making it twitch from time to time in the hopes of getting rid of the vexatious feeling.

You ever-so-lightly moved the loose strands, uncovering his pale and oddly relaxed lineaments. Without any consent, a smile crept up on your lips, lips that craved his touch so feverishly you were barely able to restrain them from connecting with his.

You kept on stroking him, every caress an unconscious step towards oblivion. You felt your resolve wavering, his hands tightly clasping your body under the sheets, giving you everything you needed and destroying your every chance of resisting.

The faint light of the moon filtered through the window, irradiating his hair and creating an halo around him, making it impossible to discern him from an angel.

So closely related to the gods and yet he was unaware of just how divine he was. Or so you thought, was he really so oblivious? It couldn't be.

You freed yourself from his clutch, standing up from the safe haven you and him had created and stepping in the outside world that seemed so cold in comparison to his embrace.

You dressed silently, not even daring to breathe in order not to disturb his peaceful slumber. He looked like a child, the purest of expressions imprinted on his face, one that made you forget he actually made a living in murder.

You gathered your belongings forcing yourself to keep your eyes off of him because if they did land on him you wouldn't have been able to leave, you knew that.

"What are you doing?"

The most delicate whisper reached your ears, begging you to surrender to him, to give up everything in exchange of his presence.

"Leaving."

Facing him would have been too difficult, too easy giving in.

The too familiar feeling of the cold metal irked your skin but the hand holding the dagger was warm, its tenderness making you forget about the blood daring to spill any moment now.

"No, you're not."

You wished to end it, you wished him to end it, to give you peace, to give you solace. The bitter edge of the blade felt like rubber as his lips, his angelic lips caressed your neck with such worship you couldn't believe a god in flesh would ever stoop so low.

The attraction towards the blade, towards the easy way, was strong, magnetic, but his other hand prevented you from reaching your sole consolation, the anchor preventing you from setting sail, pinning you flush against his chest.

He turned you around with such delicacy he could have fooled you into believing you were made of glass, his hands shifting to accomodate your new position but the dagger never leaving your neck.

A trembling hand, your trembling hand raised a twin knife to his abdomen: doubts that such a common weapon could destroy such an ethereal being clouding your hazy mind.

His eyes, now fully invested by the moonlight, shifted from your cutting edge to your eyes, betraying your own actions by revealing your own heart.

"I'm leaving."

The words left your mouth almost involuntarily but they seemed to have an effect on you, your hand gaining a certain stability and poking oh so lightly his stomach.

"No, you're not."

He lowered the only thing that gave him the upper hand, thus surrendering completely to you; an angel surrendering to a mere mortal, it didn't look right.

"Please."

Your voice was no higher than a rattle, your plead useless after his total submission; his fate was in your hands. It was almost pathetic to see the power he still had over you when you were the one in control.

He ignored the tip threatening to cut through his skin and taint the immaculate complexion of his body and stepped closer. As if intimidated by his approaching presence, your hand pulled back slowly, letting him corrupt you in a way only he could make seem enjoyable. His touch feeling like a blessing on your sinful skin, one you couldn't resist, one you didn't want to resist.

Your hand dropped the knife as his fingers intertwined with yours in pure ecstasy, the sound of metal hitting the marble floor the melody your heart strived to hear, the sound of sweet resignation.

His lips meeting yours in the perfect combination of heaven and hell, your tears staining his porcelain front in holy temptation.

Death never tasted so sweet. Blood started to wet your bodies as your lips reluctantly separated.

"It was you or me, Draco."

His eyes caught sight of the red quickly expanding on your lower abdomen and noticed for the first time a smaller blade in your other hand, now covered in your blood.

"I'm glad it was me."

Your words were low as your eyes took one last look at the cause of your problems and the reason of the smile now adorning your lips. The tears threatening to pour from his eyes finally gave in and rushed freely over his cheeks, finding their resting place on your body, held tightly in the arms of the only man you couldn't love, your mission, your death.

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crimsonbubble · 3 years

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[4:12 PM]

(warnings: fem teacher!reader, school teacher!Jongho, dilf!Jongho, mentions of blood, clothed sex, overstimulation, edging, clit play, fingering, cum eating, brief spanking, mirror sex, praise, pull out method, exhibitionism, brief pet play, mentions of Mingi and Yunho)

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"You've got to be kidding me." Jongho looked at his colleague in distaste. "Come on, you're always working, you need some time to just relax and have some fun.." Jongho quirked an eyebrow, eyeing the way Mingi held back from saying something. "You're hiding something. Spill it." Before Mingi could open his mouth again, someone opened the classroom door.

"Ah Ms. L/n, good morning." You walked into the classroom, a warm smile on your face. Jongho felt his heart rate pick up, his face turning a soft shade of pink. "Morning Mr. Song. Principal Jang wants to speak with you, she's waiting in her office." Mingi said his farewells, waving as he left the classroom. "Good morning to you, Mr. Choi." Jongho felt his throat go dry as he looked at you, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with what to say.

You shook him by the shoulder, trying to stifle a laugh as he stuttered off his mind. "Take a breath, slow down." Jongho filled your words, calming himself down before he embarrassed himself further. "You're awfully dressed up for a sports day." You pointed to his suit, moving your water bottle to your other hand. He let out a grumbled mess of words, running a hand through his hair. "I forgot sports day was today until Mr. Song reminded me."

You let out a laugh, making Jongho look back at you. "Well, I've seen what you can do in suits. I'm sure you'll be fine." Jongho felt his cheeks heat up, your suggestive tone and your hazy eyes made his brain go on autopilot. "Besides, you look hot." You winked at him before turning around to leave the classroom, leaving Jongho a flustered mess.

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"Remember students, if you or another student happen to get hurt, alert one of the teachers nearby immediately. That's it from me, so have fun today!" The end of Principal Jang's message ended with a beep, letting the third, fourth and fifth grade teachers lead their students outside to their assigned stations.

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Two students come up to you, one of them holding their arm. "Ms. L/n, they need a bandaid." You bend down, asking if you could see the scrape. The student holds out their arm, letting you inspect the wound. "Ok bud, let's get you a bandaid. You can go back and play, alright? We'll be back in a few minutes." You smile softly, leading the student to the front office. "Hey Mrs. Cho, can I have a sanitizing wipe and a bandaid?"

The front desk secretary looks from you to the student who lets her see the small scrape. She smiles and nods, walking off to the back room to retrieve the items you've requested. "Come on, let's sit down for a second." You softly nudged the student forward, letting him take a seat while you stood against the wall. A few seconds later, Mrs. Cho came back, handing you the items. "You can be brave for me, right?" The student eagerly nodded, wanting to show you that they can do as you asked.

You carefully cleaned up the small cut, quickly peeling the bandaid. "Wait, can I do it?" You smiled gently, giving the student the sticky bandaid. You watched carefully as the student applied the bandaid, who smiled triumphantly when they got it on. You gave them a high five, standing up to walk with them back outside to the field. "You did great buddy, now let's get you back outside." Before you opened the door, you turned to the student, pointing to the bandaid. "Remember to be more careful, or you'll get hurt again." They nodded quickly, running off to their friends as soon as you opened the door for them. "Thank you, Ms. L/n!"

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You talked and laughed with other teachers, taking a pause every few minutes to check on the students. "Ms. L/n, watch out!" A chorus of students called out from behind you. A sudden chill goes through your body as you turn around. You put a hand on your back, peeling away the popped water balloon. You looked to the students, who only laughed and pointed at Jongho. He held up his hands in defence, trying to talk himself out of this situation.

He couldn't stop the smile from making its way onto his face, as he watched you set down your stuff. Mr. Jeong, a fellow colleague, handed you a water balloon, smiling at Jongho who looked almost scared. "You better start running!" You yelled as you threw the water balloon, making it pop against his chest. Jongho let out a loud laugh, running away from you as you picked up more balloons.

You chased after him, soaking him as well as yourself, laughing as Jongho surrenders when he ran out of water balloons. You stepped forward, making Jongho step back against the wall. You step back, the students cheering as you popped a final balloon over his head. Jongho looked at you in fake offence, brushing his hair out of his face. He looked at you, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath from all the running. But before you knew it, a sudden rush of cold water crashed over you. You and Jongho both yelped, looking at each other in shock.

The students and staff members laughed as they watched the scene unfold. You turned around, spotting Mr. Jeong holding a bucket. You almost lunged at him but stopped once the staff dismissed the scene. "Alright students, as fun as this is, you can get back to your play stations. Mr. Choi and Ms. L/n can head inside to dry off." Principal Jang laughed as she ushered teachers to lead their students back to their stations. You couldn't even deny it, he looked so hot right now. His black hair wet and sticking to his face, his clothes soaking wet and sticking to his well defined and sculpted body.

Jongho turned to you, eyeing up and down your body, trying not to let his eyes linger on your chest for too long. Though Jongho couldn't deny that he thinks you looked hot. The way your shirt clung to your figure, more specifically your chest, made it hard to focus on anything you were saying. You could both tell that you're staring at each other, but your desire is starting to peek through. "Let's head in shall we, m'lady?" You rolled your eyes at his antics, walking away with a slight sway to your hips.

Jongho trailed behind you, taking quick glances at your ass. He made eye contact with Mingi in the hallway, who only sent him a wink. Jongho's tongue poked at his cheek, trying to hide his smug smile. Jongho scanned around him, making sure the classrooms and hallways were empty. Once the coast was clear, he sped up to you, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a small yelp, staring down at the ground, shocked as Jongho rushed to the nearest staff washroom. Locking the door behind him, Jongho set you down, turning you around to face the small mirror above the sink.

"You can stay quiet for me right, baby?" You nodded eagerly, your grip tightening on the brim of the sink. "Please Jongho, just fuck me." Jongho unbuttoned your shorts, tugging down to your thighs along with your panties. Jongho leaned into your neck, placing sloppy kisses on it as he tugged down his own pants and boxers. He let out a shaky breath, sliding his cock through your folds. You spread your legs as far as you could, giving the fact that your shorts are around your thighs.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll make you feel good." His voice went down an octave making your pussy throb. You leaned forward, pushing your ass out to him. "Even going as far as presenting yourself to me, so needy." Jongho slapped your ass, making you let out a soft whine. Jongho trailed his middle two fingers through your folds, carefully pushing into your hole. You pushed back against him, moaning as he thoroughly scissored you open. "So pretty, baby, always so fucking pretty." Jongho groaned as you clenched around his fingers at the praise. You've never felt this full before, your fingers not being as long or thick as Jongho's, making you push back against him as you release over his fingers.

"Aww, look how fucked out you are, and I haven't even fucked you yet." You look up, catching your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks heat up as Jongho laughs from behind you, his fingers not stopping even as you come down from your first high, already working for a second. You bit your lip, trying to stop the flurry of moans that threatened to leave you as Jongho steadily pumped his fingers into you. "You can be good and cum again, right?" You desperately nodded, wanting nothing more than to hear him praise you for taking all that he gave you. "Always so good, so well behaved." He mused as his other hand languidly stroked his throbbing cock.

Jongho quickly brought you to your second high, rubbing against your sweet spot as your hips jolt. Jongho leaned over you, kissing up your neck. "F-fuck, Jongho please fuck me, need you so bad." You whined, looking at him through the mirror with glossy eyes. He smirked, pulling his fingers out of you to slide his cock against your folds again. He pushed forward, his tip brushing against your clit, making you clench around nothing. "Think you can take it, darling?"

Jongho watched in amusement at how you begged, loving how easy it was to make you fall apart. Feeling strung too high, Jongho pushed into you. Your back arched as Jongho slowly pushed in, inch by inch. He stretched you out deliciously, reaching deeper than you thought anyone could. You shook under him, making him laugh as he held your hips. "You really can take it," Jongho watched how his cock disappeared inside you, "Taking my cock like the pretty little baby you are." You moaned loudly, making Jongho cover your mouth. "Seems like you want us to get caught." You whined against his hand, your back arching as he pulled out only to slam back in.

Jongho fucked into you vigorously, slowly losing his self control with how warm and tight you feel around his cock. Your knees buckled and you would've fallen if it wasn't for Jongho holding you up and the sink you were leaning on. Peering through the mirror, your eyes rolled back at the sight. Jongho's dark eyes hooded, his head thrown back with his hair sticking to his forehead, his rolled up sleeves showing off his toned arms and pulsing veins; he looked delicious. But you can't seem to think as Jongho fucks the common sense out of you. Your cunt clenches around him as you cum. You can feel yourself drool against his hand, listening intently to the deep moans Jongho lets out.

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It's been at least five minutes and Jongho has managed to pull four orgasms out of you. How he's still holding on is a mystery, but you don't mind because he feels so good rubbing against your sweet spot. "O-oh fuck, gonna cum." You tried to meet his thrusts halfway, your ears ringing as Jongho pulls you back. Jongho pulls you away from the sink just far enough to have you completely bent over for him.

"Aah fuck-" Jongho pushed the back of your shirt up, before pulling out and releasing on your wet back. Your cunt throbbed as you felt his cum spurt onto your back. "You did so well for me, took me so well." Jongho patted your ass, humming softly but his next action almost made you cum untouched. Jongho held your hips as he leaned down, dragging his tongue over his own mess. You let out a whine, feeling his warm tongue slide across your skin. Jongho laughed against your skin, leaving a kiss on your spine before letting your shirt fall back into place.

"This is far from over," You looked back at him shocked, nearly choking on your spit. Jongho looked at you with a smirk, his eyes trailing down to your exposed cunt. "You'll just have to wait until after hours to get a good taste of what I can do to you, my pretty pup."

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dumbikawa · 3 years

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Taking Care of the HQ Boys

GN!Reader | Fluff | Warnings: None

Characters: Suna, Kuroo, Iwaizumi

A/n: I’m such a simp for these boys it’s insane

SUNA

It took Suna a while to get used to the way you never held back when it came to taking care of him. One night, after a particularly rough practice, he’d sluggishly entered the apartment and practically collapsed on top of where you were laying on the couch. Wordlessly, you positioned yourself so that he was resting on your lap with both his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. It was comfortably silent as you ran your fingers through his hair that was still slightly damp from showering at the gym and in no time at all he was softly snoring.

He'd never admit it aloud, but he loved when you took care of him in little ways like that. From the start, he had always insisted on being the big spoon, obsessed with the way your body perfectly molded against his and the satisfaction of knowing you felt safe in his arms. Ever since that night, though, it became a regular thing for you to see him standing, looking at you like a pouty child, from the corner of your eye waiting for you to take the hint that he wanted you to cuddle him. You'd simply open your arms for him to crawl into without even having to look up from your phone.

Today was no exception.

Suna can feel the physical exhaustion down to his bones as he allows the cool water to wash away the sweat and grime he collected over the course of practice. Mentally he feels the same; completely drained in every sense of the word. He can’t even find the energy to thoroughly dry his hair, opting to quickly rub it with a towel before making his way to the bedroom and collapsing on the bed.

“Rin!” you gently scold, placing the book you’d been reading beside you on the bed. “You’re going to ruin your pillow.”

“I don’t care,” he mumbles, eyes remaining shut as he lets out a content sigh. He did care, actually, but his decision was already made and now that he was in bed there was no way he was getting up. He truly meant that, but when he feels you tugging at his hand for him to get up he begrudgingly obliges.

You’re holding your hair dryer and gesturing for him to sit on the floor. It doesn’t seem wise to disobey when you look so determined, so he slides off the bed, giving you full access to his sopping mess of hair.

His eyes flutter closed as the warmth from the hairdryer and the way your fingers are skillfully brushing through his hair begins to pull him towards sleep. Not to mention, in this position he has the perfect opportunity to use your thigh as a pillow and he makes a mental note to have you dry his hair more often. But, sadly, the flow of warm air shuts off and your voice pulls him back to the present.

“C’mon you big baby,” you laugh, watching him groan and throw himself back up on the bed. He shimmies under the covers, but refuses to place his head back on the damp pillow. Instead, he stares at you with sleepy eyes until you’ve positioned yourself so that you can sit comfortably and open your arms for him.

His arms automatically snake around your waist as he buries his head in your side.

“Do I do enough to take care of you?” he asks softly, turning to look up at you with a vulnerability that he doesn't often display so openly.

“Of course, Rin,” you hum, tracing your fingers down his exposed back. He still seems unsure as he pushes his face against your shirt, but his shoulders relax slightly. “I mean it. I like taking care of you, okay? There’s nothing to repay if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Your reassurance falls on deaf ears, though, as you feel his breathing even out and his grip on you loosening.

“I love you, baby,” you whisper, grabbing your book from where you’d set it earlier and relishing in the quiet as you continued to absentmindedly draw designs against Suna's warm skin.

KUROO

Kuroo closes the apartment door quietly, finally letting his shoulders droop with exhaustion now that he's inside. He slips his bag noiselessly onto the ground and flicks his watch up to check the time. It was well past midnight by the time he actually clocked out of work and, although he wants nothing more than a dual welcome home/goodnight kiss from you, he hopes you’re sound asleep by now.

However, much to his surprise, you’re curled up on the couch with a book and a warm cup of tea, so enthralled in whatever you’re reading that you don't hear him approach. There’s a strong possibility you aren’t even aware of what time it is, completely lost in another world. He tests this theory by walking behind the couch and wrapping his arms around you, chuckling at the way you jump at the sudden contact.

“Welcome home!” you beam once you recover from the small scare. You press a quick kiss to his upturned lips before he walks around to the front so that he can relieve a proper hug.

“Thank you, babe,” he murmurs against your lips, not wanting to pull away from your warmth just yet. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I wanted to wait for you and then I got to this really good part in my book and just...lost track of what time it was.” The way your eyes light up sends a wave of admiration shooting straight through Kuroo’s heart. “How was work? Why did you have to stay so late?”

Kuroo begins walking you through his hectic day, quickly turning the discussion into an irritated rant about having to fix other people’s mistakes and figuring out schedules for upcoming projects. You listen thoughtfully as you migrate towards the kitchen, your boyfriend trailing closely behind.

Soon, there was a cup of hot tea in his hands and the two of you are positioned on the couch with your legs thrown over his lap as he gently massages your calves.

Your eyes never leave his as he talks, nodding along and asking questions every now and then. He didn’t need nor want any sort of advice or words of wisdom. Simply having you listen to him was enough to have him feeling ten times lighter by the time he reached the bottom of his cup.

“Do you want more?” you ask, beginning to stand up. Kuroo doesn’t answer, instead leaning forward and hooking his arm around your waist so that you fall back into his arms.

“More of you, yes,” he says, smiling into your hair. He can practically feel the way your eyes roll as you let out an exasperated groan at his cheesy comment, but the hint of a blush making its way to your cheeks betrays you.

You make the first move to get up, offering a hand out to him. His hand engulfs yours as you pull him towards the bedroom. The bed has new sheets and the laundry is sitting in a basket freshly washed and ready to be folded. A wave of guilt crashes into him, knowing that you also worked today and must’ve come home afterwards and cleaned up.

“Baby, you should’ve gotten some rest,” Kuroo sighs, gesturing to the laundry and neatly made bed. "I'm certain it was my turn to do the laundry.”

“Yeah, but when you told me you had to work late I figured I’d knock out some chores since I had the time. It’s not like it’s a big deal, Tetsu.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” The words have barely left his lips before he's throwing the covers over the two of you and shutting off the lights. His arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you close to him, relishing in your small giggles. It doesn't take long for you to drift to sleep while Kuroo places soft kisses against your exposed shoulders. He soon follows, matching his breathing with yours and immediately winding down, but until his brain finally shuts off from exhaustion he's thinking of all the ways he's going to show you just how much he appreciates everything you do.

IWAIZUMI

Iwaizumi watches as you begin cooking dinner for the two of you as a quiet pop song plays off your phone. His work day was less than stellar, to put it simply, but watching you dance around the kitchen has already earned the frown from his face and has him smiling like a damn fool.

“Haji!” you exclaim, suddenly noticing the lurking figure from the corner of your eye. He steps out from his hiding place, an amused yet sheepish look on his face as he notices your flustered expression. “Why were you just standing there? Come here and give me a kiss, idiot.” He raises his hands in surrender as he does what you say, letting his lips linger on yours for a moment longer than usual and wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you closer to him.

“Hey, doll,” he murmurs against your skin, resting his face into the crook of your neck. You pull back slightly, ignoring his childlike protests as you do so.

“Are you okay?” you question, eyeing him up and down. Iwaizumi is sure he could get lost in your beautiful eyes that are currently filled with concern. You know him too well, he thinks, as you give him a knowing look. It was still difficult for him to open up about things, especially small things that had bothered him throughout the day. There wasn't a real reason to talk about all the irritating parts of the day because he knows he can handle them himself, or so he claims.

“Y/n, it’s nothing,” he reassures, kissing your nose in an attempt to further prove he’s not bothered. “It was just a very long day, but now I’m back here with you and I couldn’t be happier.” His smooth talking makes it impossible for you to stay mad, but you surely try.

“Alright, well, you know you can talk about it even if it’s ‘nothing.’ In the meantime, stay here and watch the food for a moment while I run you a bath.” Iwaizumi is quick to object, but you’ve already sauntered out of the room and he can hear the faint sound of running water.

It truly did feel nice to be taken care of, he thinks fleetingly as he sinks into the warm water, but it's difficult for him to fully relax when he can hear you bustling around the kitchen. He waits in the bath for a little longer so that you won't bite his head off for how quick he was before changing into a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable shirt. The sounds of you beginning to set the table echoes down the hallway and he finds himself hoping you'll at least let him help with that.

“You lasted longer in there than I thought," you tease as your boyfriend appears back at your side. "Now go sit down." He opens his mouth to argue, but one look and he finds himself moving towards the table, wondering why you were so intent on doing everything.

“At least let me do the dishes,” he practically pleads, watching you with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude as you bring the warm food over to the table.

“Or, hear me out, we leave the dishes to deal with tomorrow and spend the rest of the night watching movies cuddled up on the couch." He narrows his eyes as he searches through his brain, trying to remember if he'd forgotten an anniversary or birthday because he surely didn't feel as if he deserved this.

As if reading his mind once again you reach out and hold his hand, gently rubbing your thumb in circles against his skin.

"Can't you just let me take care of you? You're constantly going above and beyond for me, so I just thought I'd try and return the favor." Iwaizumi feels his face heat up as you place a kiss against his knuckles like he always does to you. It did feel nice, but he enjoys taking care of you. He never even thinks twice about it.

"Alright, alright. In that case, you can do the dishes tonight and maybe also get some desert." He can feel your eyes boring into him as if to say, 'Don't push it.' A smile breaks out on his face as he begins digging into the meal you prepared, peppering you with compliments until his plate is clean.

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— soon the cold night falls.

plot. when you went to doyoung’s place to study, you didn’t expect to end up staying the night and sleeping on the same bed.

pairing. doyoung x gender neutral! reader.

genre. college!au. fluff. suggestive. pining. good ol’ sharing-a-bed trope.

word count. 1.8k words.

you had been falling behind in maths, which was why you asked doyoung to help you study. although you didn’t have the same major, you knew he was more than proficient in the subject. he had eventually agreed to help but not without calling you an idiot first. this was how you found yourself in his rented studio apartment where he lived off-campus, about fifteen minutes from the university.

suddenly, you felt a hard but painless tap on your hand.

"are you listening?" he demanded, the look on his face is evident that he already knew the answer. he sighed, "pay attention, y/n, this topic is important."

"it seems like even you can't make maths interesting,"

he shot you a look at which you responded immediately by raising your palms up slightly in surrender, topped by a cheeky grin. you tried your best to focus as he continued with the explanation but by the time he reached to the next page, your thoughts began to drift away from the formulas and to the fact that the two of you were alone.

it wasn't as if this was the first time you had been alone with him in a room; you weren't sure why you were feeling jittery and why your foot was bouncing of its own accord under the table.

"—will you stop zoning out!"

his raised voice and the sound of frustrated slam of pen on the table startled you, effectively pulling you away from your thoughts.

surprisingly, the rest of the tutoring session went by smoothly. but it seemed like at some point while studying for what felt like forever, you fell asleep. when you woke up, you were pleasantly surprised to feel a jacket wrapped securely around you, and that its owner was also asleep in front of you, using his own arm as a pillow. his face was serene, the soft breathing making the world outside seem to stand still.

you grabbed your phone, trying to ignore the odd feeling in your heart. looking at the screen, you jumped, nearly causing the jacket to fall off your shoulders. it was already midnight, and you were still at his apartment. you reached over to shake doyoung awake, and as he rubbed his eyes, you showed him the lit-up screen.

he momentarily froze in his movements. "huh." he looked at you, "sorry, i didn't mean to fall asleep; i was planning to wake you up before your dorm curfew," he paused and after a moment, he said: “do you want to stay here tonight?”

your heart involuntarily beat faster at that and you brushed it off. it was probably a good idea; you were already an hour past the curfew. you said ‘okay,’ before calling your roommate to inform them. they sounded sleepy but nonetheless, relieved to hear from you. as you talked on the phone, doyoung walked over to his dresser and your gaze lingered after him.

“catch,” he said, throwing a simple tee and sweatpants at your direction just as you hung up.

you caught them clumsily.

“thought they might be more comfortable than your jeans, but you don’t have to change if you don’t want to,”

you smiled at him, “thank you,” you brought the clothes closer to get the whiff of fresh scent, “they smell really nice,”

he scoffed but not unkindly.

as you shuffled towards the bathroom to change, he began to put away the books on the table. when you came out, the table was cleared, everything neatly stacked and an extra bedding was spread out on the floor along with a pillow.

"you take the bed," he said, gesturing towards it.

you blinked at him for a moment then delcared, "hell no, this is your place anyway; i can sleep on the floor,"

"exactly, this is my place, so i make the rules," he said, "take the bed,"

you refused to move, not giving in but also uncertain about what to say. this was such a conflicting situation you were in; why did you care that much if he slept on the floor? why were your eyes so fixated on the fact that there was no extra blanket for him? what was this clenching feeling in your stomach?

"the bed is big enough for two people..." you awkwardly suggested. "i mean it's not like we've never shared a bed before,"

it's true; you had taken so many naps together - that was back in primary and middle school, yes, and things might not be the same anymore.

you could have sworn that you saw doyoung's movements stop after hearing your suggestion but he continued whatever he was doing on his phone. his lack of response was a clear enough answer for you.

"um, fine then," you said with a hint of despondency.

"i guess we can keep a pillow between us," his voice came. "i don't have an extra blanket too, anyway and it gets cold at night," he paused a brief second and lifted his head to look at you, "are you sure you're okay with sharing a bed?"

you nodded, a little too eagerly, a little too fast, "yeah, i'm okay with it! sounds good!"

the two of you remained motionless on the bed. it was awkward. you couldn't tell if he felt the same or if he was already asleep. he was lying still on his back, eyes closed and face relaxed.

you tried not to move too much, but you couldn't help yourself from restlessly tossing and turning, pulling the cover that you were sharing slightly closer to your body. he was right; the night was really cold.

suddenly, you felt a hand on yours, not grabbing it, just resting there and applying enough pressure to get your attention. you noticed how warm his hand was and you cherished it.

"y/n," his voice was soothing in the quietness of the night, "stop moving so much,"

you stopped and his touch, warm and gentle, lingered before he completely retreated his hand.

after a moment, you lifted your head slightly, "doyoung?"

"hmm?"

"i'm cold,"

he eventually opened his eyes and got out of bed with a sigh; he headed towards his dresser, the path dimly lit by the moon and then he came back with a hoodie which he tossed at you. "here,"

you mumbled a 'thank-you' as you put it on, feeling both thankful yet also...disappointed. you weren't sure why though. what exactly were you expecting anyway?

once again, both of you lied down on your backs, neither moving; his eyes closed, and yours wide open. minutes passed before you began to feel restless again. somehow, your mind wouldn't stop thinking about how warm his hand was and how yours was itching to be held again.

you turned your body to completely face him as you edged closer to the pillow barrier between you two. "doyoung?" you tried.

you waited a few seconds.

"what?"

"i'm still cold,"

you waited a few seconds. a few more. and a few more.

you were certain you wouldn’t get a response anymore. he was probably tired and dying to get some sleep. and he already gave you a hoodie; what more could he do for you?

sleepless, you found yourself distracted by how pretty he looked in the pale moonlight that came through the window. you noticed an eyelash on his cheek and tentatively, you reached over to gently brush it away. you were tempted to wake him so that he can make a wish but that probably wasn't a good idea. despite how warm his hand was, his face was cool under your touch, his skin so soft that you found yourself lightly trailing a finger along his features; first his cheekbone, then his nose, and when your finger reached his lip, his breath deepened and his eyelids moved albeit still closed. you stopped dead.

you weren't sure whether knowing that he was awake made you feel more nervous or more delighted. perhaps both.

your fingertips lingered on his skin, waiting for him to stop you but he didn't. you felt compelled to continue and that’s what you did; your fingers began moving again, trailing over the shape of his lips. with each passing second, your movements gained more sense of ease and certainty as your feathery touch brushed along his jawline, creeping down his neck, and then his collarbone.

you watched, marvelled as his breath hitched softly.

your fingers edged up his neck again.

and his hand grabbed your wrist. there it was. that warm touch of his.

he opened his eyes and your gazes locked.

the look on his face was unreadable and it made you all the more nervous and excited. the eye-contact broke only when you gulped, trying to shove the nerves down, and his eyes followed the movement on your neck.

“you said you’re cold?”

you nodded.

letting go of your wrist, his eyes met yours again. “turn around.”

you looked at him uncertainly, suddenly feeling a tingling sensation in your fingertips and toes. “why?”

he gave you a small, reassuring smile, and his hand reached out to trace along your jaw and down your neck, the maneuver emulating yours earlier.

“you’ll see,”

you shifted your position and turned until you were facing the other way. behind you, you felt the pillow between you two being lifted and placed on the other side of the bed. soon after, doyoung wrapped his arms around yours, pulling the covers over your bodies and holding you close. back pressed against his chest, you entwined your arm with his and laced your fingers together.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, still and quiet.

it was him who broke the silence, “how about now?” he said, “are you still cold?”

you smiled, “no, this is really nice,”

“good.”

it was a little awkward and stiff at first. but after a while, it became peaceful as you both slowly relaxed and allowed yourselves to melt into the warm embrace. your breathing slowed down and your heart stopped racing. the steady rise and fall of his chest was so comforting and you found yourself snuggling closer against his chest and into his arms.

“honestly,” you began, voice quiet but light-hearted, “i was kind of thinking about something else when you told me to turn around,”

he hummed amusedly and let out a chuckle. then he leaned forward to hover his lips over your ear, “i know what you were thinking,” his voice was barely above a whisper and held a tone of refrained laughter.

you shivered but eventually bursted out laughing, and he promptly joined, unable to contain it in him any longer. the laughter in the stillness of the night was heavenly. doyoung muffled himself by burying his face in your neck to stop himself from laughing too loud for the sake of the neighbors, but that only caused you to laugh louder and harder because of the tickling sensation. in spite of himself, he managed to whisper soft ‘shh’s and gently covered your mouth with his hand from behind.

even as you both tried to calm yourselves down, you broke into fits of soft giggles every now and then. doyoung tried to sound annoyed as he told you to go to sleep but he couldn’t stop smiling.

you sighed, happy and content but also sad because you knew this moment would eventually pass, “i don’t want this to end,”

“don’t be silly,”

silence filled the room for a while.

“you can come sleep over whenever you want,” he said, hugging you closer, his voice soft and unwavering.

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