#<- yeah but he'd just lay there and let the confusion settle for a while: “I grew my hIr out - what? no I've always had scales”

[fruitjoos]

be a good girlfriend

part one

contains: smut, please do not read if you are a minor!

—

you and patrick were spending the weekend in art's dorm for a much anticipated movie night.

patrick had excitedly brought back a supernatural film he'd been raving about, and the plan was simple: you'd handle the popcorn, and art was supposed to get the drinks. of course, art had grumbled about this arrangement. "why do i have to do anything when it’s my room and my tv we’re using?" he'd complained, rolling his eyes.

as art flicked the light switch off, signaling the start of the movie, you resolved not to nag him about neglecting the drink duty. however, the popcorn quickly turned into a dry, choking hazard. barely able to swallow, you coughed and spluttered, forcing art to pause the movie before the production company logo even appeared.

“babe,” you whined, your voice rasping, “i’m so thirsty! the popcorn is killing me. please, i'm begging you.” you clutched at art’s shoulder with desperation.

patrick groaned dramatically from the other side of art. “we’re never gonna watch the fucking movie,” he muttered.

“shut up,” you snapped, turning your pleading eyes back to art.

art sighed theatrically and rose from the bed. “fine, i’ll go get some drinks from the vending machine,” he conceded, grabbing some bills from his wallet and tossing it onto his desk.

“i love you!” you yelled as he closed the door, mumbling a yeah, yeah in response.

“okay, we’re alone,” patrick said, turning to face you with wide eyes and raised brows, “let’s make out.” he smirked.

“no, you freak. he's right outside the door,” you tossed a few pieces of popcorn at him. undeterred, he crawled toward you on his hands and knees, his eyes smoldering with desire. “like that’s ever stopped us,” he murmured, kissing your lips. “you’ve jerked me off while we were sleeping in the same bed,” he mumbled against your mouth, the heat of his breath mingling with yours. “so stop pretending to be the good girlfriend you’re not.” his words stung, a sharp contrast to the softness of his touch.

“what?” you retorted, stopping his chest before he could lean in again, momentarily stunned by his brutal honesty. the weight of his accusation hanging heavily in the air between you.

he quickly retracted to his original spot, your heart pounding as the door creaked open. glancing over at you, he saw the confusion in your eyes as art spoke. what had he said wrong? his mind raced, replaying the words he thought were witty, the ones he was sure would make you smile and call him stupid, maybe even laugh. but now, doubt gnawed at him, a sinking feeling settling in his chest.

"okay, blue gatorade," he said, forcing a smile as he tossed the bottle to patrick, who caught it effortlessly. "and water for my sweet girl," he added, his voice softer. he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before placing the cold bottle in your lap.

"thank you," you mumbled, barely audible, your eyes avoiding his as you leaned back against his pillow.

as the movie flickered across the screen, you shifted, trying to find the most comfortable position on his full-size bed. finally, you settled on laying flat on your stomach, your legs lightly kicking against the headboard. your head rested in art’s lap, as he sat in the space between you and patrick leaned against the wall. the blanket sprawled across them.

you were a good girlfriend, you kept reminding yourself, the thought looping in your mind like a mantra. he’s just a bad friend. okay, maybe you had jerked him off that one time, but it was just once. a mistake. girls make mistakes sometimes. who was patrick to tell you what kind of person you were? the irritation flared within you; patrick, who could barely tell his left from his right, had no right to judge you.

the movie’s dialogue faded into the background as your thoughts consumed you. you could feel the warmth of art’s body, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your shoulder.

you are a good girlfriend.

you slipped your hand underneath the blanket covering art's lower half, your fingers tracing a delicate path up his thigh. the warmth of his skin sent a shiver through you, a thrill that made your heart race. art cleared his throat, the sound almost imperceptible over the movie's dialogue, but you felt the tension in his body.

he grabbed a pillow, placing it strategically between himself and patrick, creating a makeshift barrier to shield your actions from view. the intimacy of the moment was intensified by the secrecy, a silent agreement hanging in the air between you and art. his leg muscles tensed under your touch, and you could sense his effort to remain composed.

he tried to make sliding down his gym shorts appear casual, making it seem like he was smoothing out the perfectly unwrinkled blanket. you pulled your hand back out, and brought it up to your lips, spitting out a gob of your sticky saliva right into your palm, cuffing your hand to be sure you don’t spill any of it.

your hand found its way back to his shaft. he jumped at your cold touch as you pumped his dick at a steady pace. the thick meat warming up between your fingers. you gazed up at him, his eyes glued to the screen. “you like the movie?” you whisper. “mhmm,” he gulped. you squeezed him in your palm, “fu–yeah, i love the movie.”

patrick's attention was abruptly drawn to the weird exchange unfolding beside him. his gaze drifting towards the subtle, yet unmistakable, rustling beneath the blanket. as he cautiously lifted his eyes, they collided with yours. you were already staring at him, a mischievous smirk plucked at the corners of your mouth.

he silently scoffed, turning back to the movie. small whimpers left art’s throat as you tugged on his now rock solid cock. up and down. shlick, shlick, shlick. now that patrick knew what was going on, you could be as wild as you wanted to be, making it known that he wasn’t apart of the fun.

you ducked your head under the comforter, slapping his thick, hot cock on the heart of your tongue. spit drooled from your mouth as you swallowed him through your supple lips. art’s mouth hung open with his eyes closed, not caring how crazy he looked to anybody else watching. his brows furrowed from the pleasure of your warm, velvety tongue slurping him up. you licked and slobbed, making a popping noise as you came up for air.

you pushed the blanket from both you and art. exposing his glistening boner, covered in spit. he scolded you, shouting your name, embarrassed as if neither of the people in the room haven’t already seen it.

“what the fuck?” patrick said, shaking his head. irritation rather than confusion etched across his face. he wasn’t confused at all. “shut up,” you straddled art’s waist, kissing and rocking your clothed pussy against his bare cock, “i need to fuck you so bad,” you breathed out, tilting his head back to kiss his lips.

“patrick’s in here,” he clenched his teeth, pressing down your hips to stop your movement. “he can join if he wants,” you smirked, leaning back on the bed to pull off your shorts and underwear, giving patrick a clear shot of your sopping cunt. “or he can sit there and watch. like the good friend i know he’s not.” you said, mocking his words from earlier, climbing back on top of art.

you and art both waited on his response, breathing heavily.

[starshakez]

The Milkshake And The Mask - Starshake ★

Finally posting my silly MF DOOM Starshake fic along with my doodle !! The fic will be under the readmore bc it's so long 😭

The room floor looked like a crime scene of junk food. Old pizza boxes were towered lazily in the corner while crumpled chip bags lay defeatedly around the couch. The air carried a faint smell of artificial chip flavoring, but Star didn’t seem to care. She never did.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she was surrounded by a collection of CDs, the shiny surfaces catching the reflection of the old cable TV her boyfriend had become attached to. Each CD was unfamiliar to Shake, who lazily lounged nearby on the couch, occasionally glancing her way.

“Alright..” Star said, clicking the chunky buttons on the battered CD player. It whirred and clicked, the sound of an aging machine struggling to keep up. “Tonight, we’re listening to MF DOOM. Trust me babe, just listen..”

Shake raised his “eyebrow,” the lid of his cup lifting with exaggerated skepticism. “DOOM? What kind of name is that? Sounds like he'd walk around in some weird costume..”

Star’s face lit up enthusiastically, her grin widening as she held up one of the CDs. “Actually, you're kinda right! He wears a mask.. He’s a villain. Like, THE villain. You’re gonna love him.”

She handed the CD over, the strange and unfamiliar object now in Shake’s yellow gloved hand. He squinted at the strange imagery of a man wearing a mask, making Shake realise that this is nothing like his usual music taste. He studies the name on the CD, Madvillain. “Uh... babe? Did you hand me the wrong one?”

“Nope!” Star said, laughing as she took the CD back and cracked it open. “Still MF DOOM. He’s got a ton of aliases and collaborations. Madvillain is just one of them.. he worked on this one with Madlib.”

Shake gestured at the pile of CDs scattered around her. Nearly every one stated a different name. His lid twitched in confusion as he studied each one of them. “So they're all him.. how many aliases does this guy need?”

Star chuckled, sliding the CD into the player. “A lot.”

“And they’re all... the same guy?”

“Yeah..”

The CD player let out a loud crackle before the music started. The room filled with DOOM’s distinctive sound, causing Star to move back and forth slightly to the beat, silently showing how much the music means to her.

Shake’s mouth curled into an uncharacteristically soft smile at this, revealing a side only some people would ever see. “You know... this guy’s got style,” he said after a moment of pretending not to care as much as he did. “I mean, he’s not me, but he’s alright. I’m telling you, babe, if the world had given Nude Love a chance, I’d have already been famous by now!”

Star couldn’t help but laugh, crawling over to him and wrapping her arms around him. She rested her head lightly on his lid, the two of them settling into a surprisingly comfortable position.He leaned back against her, letting himself relax as the music from the old CD player filled the room.

For the rest of the album, they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. Shake grumbled occasionally, as if trying to convince himself he wasn’t that impressed, but Star didn’t buy it, she could tell the music was affecting her boyfriend the same way as it affected her.

And maybe, Shake decided he would let her pick the music a little more often. Not because he was actually into it or anything, but because he was such a generous boyfriend. Or so he’d say..

Taglist @loverxiety @shuteyelenz @herrling @sanjiismystinkybaby @dogboyships

@deepwatersiren @wuffverine @vergils-beloved @justfrankie3 @jokerislandgirl32

@ryez-loveyz @sari-stars @cruising-thru-the-starz

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ they laugh, smiling as they watch their lover, before slowly giving up the attack ]

"There. Call me a mouse again, I dare you."

[ they poke Ody in the side, realizing his limpness from the relentless attack, and they pull them right against them, giving him a close, long kiss before guiding his head to their shoulder ]

"You're limp as a doll, love. I didn't intend to get you that well, but oh well. Rest. But don't you go biting my shoulder again, I'm trusting you."

[ with one more tease, they ruffle his hair, kissing behind his ear then his neck and shoulder ]

ooc: holiday-related asks you say... I'm here to deliver! also, I hope you have loads of fun despite the business!! :D /gen

Holidays were always a fun part of the year for Odysseus; mostly due to the fact it meant extended time with family and friends. Often including extravagant meals and games at his palace.

While the past twenty years had events that made the holidays rather miserable the war, being stuck on an island, and getting into conflicts with the gods there was a few people Odysseus could still spend his time with.

The siren doesn't announce themselves as they approach the prophet's island, deciding to make their presence known at first by getting just close enough to brush his fingers against Tiresias' sides in a surprise tickle.

[ in the underworld, time can feel—and normally is—pretty irrelevant. It doesn’t get colder nor warmer, and there’s no signs for whenever the seasons change. Once dead, your sense of time and space begins to fade away, especially because there’s no need for it. Even still, Tiresias acutely aware that there were certain times more people were excited about one day or week than others, and it didn’t often take a genius to see when that time came around, much less a prophet ]

[ usually they sat closest to their willow tree, or at the highest peak of their isle, but through more visits, they have begun sitting down by the rocky shores more often. Particularly, they have found a perch for themselves on a rock not too far from the island, but not attached to it, either. It was a peaceful rock, and where they sat now, blindly zoning out and instead tuning in to the birds, and the whispers of the souls ]

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Ed boy,,, eddy boy, he needs some tender softness in his life he's been through so much rough stuff and the thought of him having a moment to rest for a bit while reader goes "if something comes for you, I'm here to protect you" just jajfjakshdk this poor boy needs a warm hug and some proper sleep

speaking about warm hugs and proper sleep...

"1800810" you mumbled, tracing the raised ink on his shoulder.

You lay tangled in the sheets, with the moon being the only source of light in the cheap motel room.

"Does it mean anything?" you asked, snaking your arms around his.

"Yeah, it means mind your business and go back to sleep." he said pushing his hair back with his free hand, which gave you the perfect view of his sunken eyes and dark bags.

"Liar. You're just waiting til I fall asleep so you can leave." you mused, leaning closer to him. "Wanna try that again?"

Ed knew you wouldn't settle on anything less than the truth, but he'd still run circles around you until you dropped it. It worked in the past, and he would continue to use it against you.

But you were oddly persistent today.

You're calling his bluff on every excuse he gave you, and you weren't taking his half-ass lies with a grain of salt anymore.

You're becoming restless. "Then you should be used to this, already. It's not like we were ever official, or anything."

"You wound me, Eddie." you said pulling a fake frown. "I care about you, you know."

"Right." He muttered, burrowing his eyes into you. You should've been nothing more than a fling to help him get his mind off his reoccurring night terrors.

And of course, like an idiot, he got close to you too.

Damn this arrangement.

Ed sat up, his muscles tensing as he shifted away from your embrace, but you only tightened your grip around him. And you pulled yourself up with the sheets pooling around your waist.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry to leave? I missed you." You said resting your cheek against his arm. "We barely even talked last time you were here and you don't pick up my phone calls when you're away."

Shit. This is exactly why he wanted to avoid you when coming back to Metro City because he knew you would start asking questions.

His plan was to wait until you fell asleep to make his escape, but it doesn't seem like you'll be letting up on him anytime soon.

"Is something after you?"

"Stop." He tensed at your question.

"Stop what?" You asked confused.

"Doing that...acting like you care and shit." Ed muttered under his breath, frustration evident in his voice.

"But I do." You said, unraveling yourself from him.

"And why would you? It's not like I'll stick around long enough to put you in any type of danger." He entertained the idea of staying, of succumbing to the intoxicating pull of your presence. But the looming danger of what's to come occupied his mind.

"Because if something does come for you, I'll be here to protect you." You intertwined your fingers with his.

"You? Protecting me? What a joke." Ed scoffed, snatching his hand away from yours.

"I'm serious, I don't know what you're so afraid of tha-"

"I'm not afraid of anything." He cut you off. "and I don't need you whining in my ear all the time and all that other crap."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. He's still trying to push you away despite all that you've been through.

"Look," he said. "I can't promise your safety in the future." His reluctance to involve you in his troubles probably stems from a desire to protect you. In his mind, keeping you at arm's length is another way of shielding you from danger.

"You don't need to, I can handle myself."

"Yeah, I know you can." Ed huffed, closing his eyes. He leaned into the bedframe, feeling the oncoming headache. Your insistence on being involved with him despite the risks, challenges his perception of you.

Forcing him to confront that maybe you're stronger than he gave you credit for.

You wanted to keep the conversation going, but it doesn't seem like he's willing to talk to you anymore. Months of getting to know the man you met at the Metro Station and countless dates, went down the drain. You try to shake off the disappointment, though the ache in your chest refuses to fade.

You hoped for something more to come out of this, but now it feels like it was all just a cruel illusion, with him disappearing in the masses.

"Fine, then go. You don't need me holding you back." your voice rumbled in the room's silence. If he didn't want to stay, why should you force him? "But I really hope you know, no matter what. I'll always want to be here with you."

You turned away from him, pulling the covers over your bare body.

Maybe in another life, he would've cared about you as much as you did. One where he's honest with the way he feels, instead of throwing it in your face. And one where he sees you more than someone who can warm his bed on lonely nights.

When you woke up to the morning rays hitting your face, Ed was nowhere in sight. You reached out expecting to feel his warmth, only to meet nothing. The sheets were crumpled and his side of the bed was empty.

So he did leave after all.

You sighed, turning to the nightstand to check the time. You felt something odd graze your finger, so you pushed yourself up, finding a sticky note on your phone.

"If you're serious about what you said, meet me at the subway station by 12pm. Hurry up, and don't keep me waiting."

Smiling to yourself, you threw on your clothes and gathered the rest of your scattered items around the room.

You gave one last look at the bed you and Ed shared, before closing this chapter in your life.

stuck next to you - tiishe

[atlasscrumpit]

Avengers x reader

Sheltered

(Alpha / Omega au if you don't like that there's the door brittany)

Being the only Omega in the Avengers wasn't exactly easy.

They were very overprotective of you, and you had to pretty much fight to just go on simple missions.

You were on the couch sketching randomly before Steve came up to you and sat in front of you.

You could tell by the way he sat (and smelt) that he was about to give you an order.

You placed your sketchbook down and looked at him.

"Steve?" You whispered, you were a little scared.

"I let you know a few weeks ago that Loki and Thor would be coming here." Steve said as you nodded.

"I know I can trust you, sweetheart. But, I don't know if I can trust them. They know about you and they're both Alpha's, but Asgardian Alpha's might be a bit different. I need you to stay away from them while we get them settled in and then when we can introduce you safely, we will." Steve said as you looked away a bit.

You hated feeling like a dog.

"Y/N, are you listening?" Steve asked as you looked back up and nodded.

"Yeah, I'll stay away from them." You replied as Steve smiled a little.

"Good girl." Steve said making you smile as well.

--

Two days passed and it was time for Thor and Loki to arrive.

Tony and Steve were a bit paranoid, so they kept you in your room for now.

You felt bored, but you knew better than to disobey orders.

"Friday, can you call Bucky here?" You asked, laying on your bed.

"He's on his way, Miss." Friday responded as you turned the TV on and set up a video game.

At least Bucky could keep you entertained.

You knew he'd want an excuse to get away, anyway.

After a few minutes, your door opened and you looked up to see Bucky.

"Thanks for getting me outta there." Bucky said making you chuckle.

"I'm losing my mind up here." You muttered as Bucky sat beside you on the bed.

He grabbed the spare controller as you both started to play games.

After an hour, your door opened again and you saw Steve.

"I brought some dinner up, Buck are you going to join us downstairs?" Steve asked as Bucky groaned.

"No, I'd much rather stay here." He said making Steve chuckle.

He handed you a plate of food.

"Fine, you can stay up here." Steve said before leaving.

"Hey, Y/N." Bucky asked as he began eating off your plate, making you chuckle.

"Yeah?" You asked as he paused and stared down at the plate.

"What's it like being an Omega?" He asked as you looked at him in confusion.

He'd never asked anything like that before.

"Oh, well I guess it's not that bad." You muttered as Bucky looked at you.

"Really?" He asked before you chuckled dryily.

"No, it sucks. Coming of age and realising you're just going to be used for fucking and breeding." You muttered, making Bucky look at you sadly.

"I just see the way the others treat you, it doesn't seem normal." He said before you looked back at him.

"Well, it's the best I can ask for I guess. If Steve hadn't have found me before my first heat... I don't know what would've happened." You muttered.

"Do you ever get scared of us alphas in the tower?" Bucky asked as you leant your head on his shoulder.

"I don't get scared of you. But, some of the others I do." You whispered, you'd never admitted it to anyone before.

"When Steve uses his alpha voice to make me listen, it makes me scared. Because my mind automatically obeys. Sometimes I wish I just woke up in a universe where there wasn't any of this crap. Everyone was just..." You trialled off as Bucky held onto your hand.

"Equal?" He asked making you chuckle.

"Yeah, exactly."

--

You woke up in the morning and saw your door opened, you assumed it was fine to go out now.

You put on some clothes and made your way downstairs.

You were about to go to the kitchen before you bumped into someone.

You looked up to see Loki and panicked.

"I'm sorry!" You shouted, you were about to run away before he stopped you.

"Wait! It's okay. You don't need to worry." He said as you stared at him in fear.

"Steve doesn't want me around you." You whispered as he smiled a little.

"Well, he's not around. And you have my word that I won't hurt you. I think Alpha's and Omega's are a bit different here than in Asgard." He said as you looked at him.

"How do you mean?" You asked as he smiled a little.

"Well, for one everyone is equal. Whether you're Alpha or Omega, you're treated the same and have a choice. I've noticed here that Omegas don't have a choice." Loki said as you looked down at the floor.

"Oh, um well it's not that bad at all. I get treated well. And I shouldn't be talking about you." You muttered as Loki smirked and tilted his head.

"So, you said it's not that bad but you're also not allowed to talk to me? Do you always follow their rules?" He asked as your breathing picked up.

"No, I just..." You whispered as he stepped forward and ran his finger over your cheek.

"You don't need to be so afraid." He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

"Please, you need to stay away from me." You whispered, you felt comfortable around him, and safe.

You didn't feel like that around many other Alpha's.

"Y/N!" You heard a voice shout as you quickly backed away.

You looked up to see Steve, Loki could see how scared you were.

"What's going on here?" Steve growled as you tried to find the right words.

"I was introducing myself to your team mate." Loki said, still smiling.

"I thought we went over this." Steve said to Loki as he chuckled.

"We did, but excuse me for not agreeing with the way you treat this young lady." Loki said as you looked at him in shock.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I was just hungry." You whispered as Steve looked at you.

"Back to your room, now." He said as you nodded and quickly ran away.

"There's certain rules to you staying here, Loki. I expect you to follow them." Steve said as Loki looked at him.

"I'm not like you human alpha's, I can control myself around an Omega. I wouldn't say the same for you. But, I'll follow your rules since I'm under your roof. I apologise for disobeying." Loki said as Steve sighed and nodded.

"I'm just trying to keep her safe."

--

You sat in your room, trying your best to stay calm.

You heard a noise and looked up to see Bucky.

"Hey, I heard Steve yelling and you and Loki. Are you okay?" Bucky asked as he sat down beside you.

"Yeah, I was hungry so I wanted to get food and my door was open. But, I accidentally ran into Loki." You explained as Bucky nodded and rubbed your back.

"It sounds like a simple mistake, darling. Steve will understand." Bucky reassured you as you felt tears in your eyes.

"I'm scared." You whispered before Bucky wrapped his arms around you.

"Shh, you don't need to be afraid of Steve. He won't hurt you, I'll stay right here with you, even if he asks me to leave." Bucky said as you nodded a little.

After a few minutes Steve entered and you tensed up.

"Buck, I need to talk to Y/N alone." Steve said, leaning against the doorway.

Bucky held onto your hand and stayed seated.

"I'm not leaving, Y/N is scared and I want her to be comfortable." Bucky said as Steve looked at you in shock.

"Y/N." He whispered before sitting on the other side of you.

"You're afraid of me?" He asked as you nodded a bit.

"I didn't mean to run into Loki." You whispered as he sighed.

"Maybe he was right. I get so blinded trying to protect you, that I don't realise I'm treating you badly. I just panic when there's another alpha around and I want to protect you. But, I shouldn't lock you away or keep you from missions." Steve whispered as you looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll try to be better." Steve continued.

"Really?" You whispered as Steve leant forward and kissed your forehead.

"Yes, love. And I'm going to trust Bucky to punch me anytime I go overboard." Steve said making you chuckle.

"Don't have to ask me twice."

[junnylunny]

PIZZA

!pairing- pizza buyer!jake x pizza lover!reader

: ̗̀➛ you are now listening to "PIZZA" by OOHYO ´ˎ˗

! synopsis- jake has always been the one suggesting and ordering the meals whenever everybody hung out. and when a sudden confession by jake is presented to y/n, it makes her realize that there's actually a deeper meaning towards his choice of order: pizza.

! word count: 1.2k

! includes- fluff, college life, pizzaaa

an unbearable feeling of stuffiness filled the young airy night, with mosquitos swarming every light post on the street- leading everyone to stay at home with their air conditioners on.

especially for y/n and her guy friends; they had to blast the ac on to replace the odoriferous fume of sweat consuming the apartment.

with everyone in the building, ravenous for food, it was merely a tractable situation. once in a while when everyone agreed to meet at the same dorm room, jake would ask to order pizza. and with familiarity, everyone would settle on his request and head to the convenient store for alcohol. since finals were published and summer was finally here, they were probably going to spend more time together.

"i'm hungry," junhoo dreadfully groaned on the couch.

"should we order pizza?" jake asked with a smirk across his face, sitting next to junhoo, knowing the obvious reply.

"yeah. yeah. hurry up and order," junhoo remarked, waving his arms frantically, expressing his nonchalant yet desperate hunger. jake swiftly got his phone out to take orders.

"1 cheese, 1 pepperoni, and 1 everything?" he asked, not looking away from his screen.

"don't forget the can of coke." eunwoo noted, entering the living room with y/n.

"you guys genuinely need to take a shower," y/n scrunched her nose, interrupting the list of foods being ordered. "all i smell is sweat and it's killing me. eunwoo and i opened the ones in the rooms."

"i'll open the windows," jake said, taking initiative to y/n's complaints.

"where are the freshmen at?" junhoo asked.

"doyoon said he's coming with the rest of them in 20 minutes," y/n said, checking her phone.

"okay perfect. pizza is coming in 20. we can go get alcohol." jake said, finalizing his order.

"let's go!!!" junhoon excitedly yelled.

=====

y/n, jake, eunwoo, and junhoon quickly got their wallets and headed to the convenience store to buy some alcohol and chips. they busily dumped in their favorite snacks and left the store happily, carefree of their problems at the moment.

y/n had a popsicle stick in her mouth, trying to eat it faster than the hot weather that was melting it, following the rest of the guys behind with jake by her side.

"wait, y/n." jake suddenly pulled y/n behind, stopping the both of them from their tracks while the others continued to walk away.

"what's wrong?" y/n asked with a puzzled look.

"i have something to tell you," he said.

"all of a sudden? okay," y/n awkwardly laughed, unsure what he'd bring up.

"this is really random timing but i felt like i should tell you today." jake began his confession. y/n stood still, listening carefully to what jake was saying, noticing his shift to a serious demeanor.

"um. i really like you. not as a friend but, you know, as a girl." jake confessed. before y/n could even comprehend what jake said, he interrupted, "but you don't have to tell me your response right now. i'll wait." the air began to feel quiet and cold. y/n's empty response left the both in an awkward situation.

"i-," before y/n could say anything, jake ran away, heading the opposite way of where both the guys and the apartment lay.

y/n felt confused. jake had just confessed and abruptly ran away. what kind of a confession was that? y/n slightly laughed with her only presence, confused yet flustered.

after y/n had walked alone back to the apartment, she realized that jake had not returned. actually, nobody had heard back from jake after the incident. even when the rest of the guys would meet, jake was nowhere to be seen.

"now that jake isn't here, we haven't eaten pizza at all" junhoo suddenly realized.

"you're right," doyoon said. "probably because y/n liked them so much," he mumbled- a bit too obvious for everyone to hear.

eunwoo batted an eye at doyoon. "oh shoot," he said slyly.

"wait what?" y/n asked.

"gosh finally. i was wondering when we were going to tell her," junhoo said, letting out a sigh while rolling his eyes.

"jake would order pizza all the time because you liked them so much. apparently you mentioned really really liking pizza during orientation or something and he remembered. what a creep."

"he was so persistent. i was kind of concerned," doyoon laughed.

"i thought we promised to keep it a secret?" eunwoo interrupted.

"oh he confessed already." a freshman butted in.

"what???" everyone yelled at once, looking at y/n for confirmation. y/n just nodded, unsure what to say.

"seriously? when?" eunwoo asked, feeling betrayed by his best friend.

"he confessed the night we went to go get alcohol and i came back alone..." y/n uttered, embarrassed to admit the situation. how could jake just run off like that?

"oh so that's why you came alone... wait- did you reject him???" junhoo assumed, not liking the silence y/n was giving.

"no. he asked to give him a response later, although i have no idea when that is." y/n said, looking away.

"and that coward just never came back to hear your response? wow." eunwoo said, even ashamed of his action.

another moment of silence filled the room. everyone had been walking on eggshells since freshman year whenever jake would mention y/n, not wanting to poke him in any way.

"well!" junhoo exclaimed. "let's have some pizza y/n likes..."

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while everyone enjoyed the pizza, y/n ate the pizza with a blank expression. she was processing everything the guys had said. so jake liked y/n since orientation? wow...

y/n had decided to head to the convenient store alone to clear her head, grabbing the alcohol as well on her way. as she headed out the store, she saw a familiar figure leaning against a gated fence, staring blankly at the ground.

"jake?" y/n called out, walking towards him.

"oh hey, y/n" he replied, looking up to meet eye contact.

"omg. where were you? we were worried."

jake didn't respond. he just stayed leaning, observing every detail on y/n's face.

"i had some things to solve. sorry i couldn't reply to the group chat." he said sincerely.

"it's fine. the boys are over. let's go eat," y/n said, raising up the bag of alcohol and swinging it to show jake.

"wait," jake stopped y/n from her tracks by the wrist. he stayed silent, hoping that y/n would break it. "never mind..." he backed away, letting go of her wrist.

y/n replaced the silence by saying, "pizza sucks without you."

"what?" jake looked puzzled.

"i said pizza sucks without you…”y/n repeated herself. “and summer has been boring without you... and everything has sucked without you." 

he looked shocked by y/n's response, his face turning bright red.

"let's go," y/n declared, taking jake's hand, giving him an assuring face.

"wait." jake pulled y/n by the hand, her proximity becoming closer.

"just like how much you like your pizzas, that's how much i like you." jake slowly grabbed y/n by the chin and kissed her lips. 

[laughingsapphic-creates]

Inukag week, Day 1: Love Languages

((So glad I managed to squeeze this off before midnight!))

@inukag-week

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In My Arms

Kagome's return to the medieval period, being as long-awaited as it was, did not pass without fanfare. The village had welcomed her back with open arms, and held a small festival to celebrate - nothing too extravagant, it was still planting season after all, but it was amazing to know just how many people had missed her, beyond her core group of feudal friends.

By the time the first month passed, things had mostly settled into a routine that Kagome was only too happy to fall into. The familiarity had kicked in, even as she adjusted to the vast changes that had been made in her absence.

Shippo had hit an early growth spurt and almost came up to her hip now. He was still quite short for his age, but she didn't expect that he would get very tall. Sango and Miroku had babies, two beautiful little girls and the most adorable baby boy Kagome had seen since Sota was born. Fatherhood had relaxed Miroku, if only by a little, and Sango was the most fiercely protective mama bear, exactly as Kagome had expected her to be. 

But the largest change, of course, was with Inuyasha. Kagome knew in her heart how they felt about each other, but they hadn't actually said it yet. A thin layer of the normalcy she remembered was still there - it was only a matter of a few days following her return that the two of them were bickering like no time had passed at all.

But no matter the argument or insult thrown, every barb was dulled by the fact that Inuyasha had barely stopped touching her since she returned.

Any time they sat down for a meal or conversation, he was tucked up against her side, assuming he hadn't sat first and pulled her right down into his lap. Walking through the village or woods? It was only a matter of time before his hand found her back or his fingers tangled with hers. He'd been favoring holding her hand more lately, but she supposed it was at least partially because she had made a habit of lifting their joined hands to kiss his knuckles. She'd noticed the way his expression softened when she did it, and if he'd had a tail - as she often wished he did, when they first met and she had struggled to read him - she was certain it would be wagging. 

She had almost asked about it, the first time she found him leaning on her during dinner the night she returned, but the way his ears drooped when she said his name stopped her in her tracks before she could say a word more. And hey, it wasn't as if she was complaining, right? Why would she? So she'd asked if he had enough rice and smiled at how he relaxed even further into her as the meal progressed. 

That evening, when he had sat up against the wall of Kaede's hut, putting himself between her and the door the way he always did, she had stayed in place for only a minute or two before crawling closer and resting her head in his lap.

From there, everything had just… fallen into place.

Now, a month into her new life, she knew she couldn't be happier with her decision. She'd taken up priestess training with Kaede again, and was always ready to help Sango with the kids. And Inuyasha was always nearby. He'd been more than a bit antsy as the weeks wore on, and Kagome found herself the tiniest bit relieved when Miroku came around to let Inuyasha know they'd been hired for an exorcism to the north, maybe two days walk from the village. She thought it would be a good opportunity for Inuyasha to let off some steam - he'd been in the village with her for a month now, and she knew too well how anxious that could make him.

"Nah. I'm not feelin' it this time around. You and Shippo can handle it, right?"

Sango and Kagome looked up from where Hisui was laying, Sango arching a brow at him while Kagome's furrowed in confused concern.

"Are you sure, Inuyasha? Everything's been so peaceful lately, it might be a while before we get another job."

"Yeah, I'm good. Hey! Maybe Sango can go and Kagome and I can handle the brats!"

The way Sango picked up the baby and held him to her while glaring daggers at Inuyasha said that they would not be allowed to "handle the brats" without her just yet. Kagome stood from her spot on the grass, picking up a nearby bucket.

"I'm… gonna go get more water for the kettle," she hummed, only getting a few paces away before she heard footsteps start up behind her. 

She led Inuyasha a little ways away from the rest of the group, waiting until he reached out to tangle his fingers with her free hand to speak.

"I think you should go with Miroku."

"He'll be fine on his own. We haven't run into anything too powerful in over a year."

"That's not what I mean, and I think you know it," she hummed, pulling him closer and releasing his hand so she could wrap her arm around his middle. No escaping this conversation. She saw his ears lower, but his arm automatically mirrored hers. "Don't get me wrong; I love having you close at hand every minute of every day. I love holding hands and cuddling at night. But we need to be able to go off and do our own thing for a while. It's been a month since I got back, and you're already going stir-crazy."

"I'm fine, it's not a big deal," he but back, sounding more than a little grumpy.

"Oh, please. I know you well enough to know when you're itching for a fight. Really, Inuyasha, you can leave the village for a couple of days! Sango and I can look after the kids and hold down the fort until you get back."

"It's not that simple. What if-"

"If anything happens here, Sango and I can handle it. Shippo and Kilala will take the kids somewhere safe while we deal with whatever demon decides that attacking us is worth dying for."

"Kagome-"

"And again, zero complaints about the cuddling, but you really don't need to babysit me! I'll be right where you left me when you come back-"

"You disappeared in front of my eyes! If you're going to get taken away from me again, I at least want to be here to say goodbye!"

Kagome felt her eyes go wide, and Inuyasha winced a little at his own outburst. A brief, tense silence fell between them before Kagome's expression went soft, and she reached out, placing her hands gently on the sides of his face.

"It's happened before." Inuyasha tersely reminded her, eyes cast downward. "The jewel's come back before, it could happen again, and I don't- I can't lose you again. But if something is gonna take you away, I want to at least hold you until you go."

She took a deep breath, an apologetic look crossing her face. Inuyasha had gradually become more physically affectionate over their time together, so while she'd expected a little separation anxiety, she had thought the new closeness was just the natural expression of their relationship. She wished she had noticed his concern sooner, if only so that she could have assuaged his fears.

"Inuyasha," Kagome murmured, waiting until his amber eyes met hers. "I'm not going anywhere. Not anymore. I couldn't say why, but I'm as certain as I can be, I'm here to stay. I know it's scary. Being back here with you all has felt like a dream, and sometimes I worry I'm going to wake up." 

She pulled his face down so she could press her forehead to his. Her hands moved down his chest and wrapped around his middle, giving him a warm smile.

"But I'm here. You're not getting rid of me that easily again. And if a human, a demon, or fate itself tries to take me away again, you know I'll fight tooth and nail to get back to you."

She felt his arms close around her, and he leaned a little more heavily into her, eyes falling shut. In a voice smaller than any she'd ever heard from him before, he asked, "Promise?"

"I promise," she murmured back, squeezing him tight against her. "So here's what's going to happen: You're going to go with Miroku. You're gonna exorcize whatever Demon you've been hired to handle. And in a few days time, you'll be back in my arms. Just like you are now. Okay?"

Inuyasha sighed, but after a moment, offered a small smile, pulling away enough to meet her eyes again.

"Okay," he finally allowed, reaching up to brush her bangs out of her eyes. 

"Good. Now hurry on - the sooner you get going, the sooner you'll be back."

[8-rae-rae-8]

Omgomg let me just say thank you SSSSO MUCH for writing agere for this fandom. Your writing is so good 💗💗💗💗

If you take requests, is it okay if we can have Roach who regresses? Anyone from 141 of your choice could be his caregiver, thank you <3333

I give to you

Sleepy GazRoach

801 words

Roach really had no idea what he was doing as he stood in front of one of the other Sargeant’s doors. A blanket around his shoulders, a pacifier hanging by a pacifier clip on his shirt.

It was early in the morning. Far, far too early for him. Especially when he was so small, Gary usually slept in when he regressed. One of the few reasons the others didn't wake him unless necessary. The other reason being that he bit when he was touched in his sleep when he hadn't fallen asleep in bed with anyone else.

Gary rubbed his tired eyes, looking up at the small name plate on the door.

[Sgt. Kyle Garrick]

There was no hesitation as he turned the door handle. He was still sleepy, but just wanted Kyle cuddles. It wasn't often that Roach sought out someone specific, but it was usually Kyle or Price when he did.

The door creaked open painfully loud.

Gary flinched as he stepped in. A small night light was present in the corner of the room, giving enough light for him to see where he was going. It was a bit of a mess, honestly. The room had some clothes thrown about, but every surface other than the floor was pristine.

He stepped forward to the bed, where Kyle was sleeping peacefully. Gary sort of admired the way he slept, every part of him relaxed. Maybe even a little jealous of how he seemed so comfortable on the crappy mattress.

The pacifier was placed in his mouth, soothing the nerves. He worried that he'd bother Kyle for asking for cuddles so late.. All of them said to wake them if he needed anything, but he was scared each time.

Slowly, he reached forward. His hand grasped the fabric of Kyle's shirt, and lightly tugged at it. Gary kept a careful eye on his face.

Kyle didn't wake up the easiest, but upon seeing the little one immediately after his eyes opened, he shuffled back on the bed a little. Sleep in his tired eyes. He patted the bed next to him to signal for Gary to come lay with him.

“Cmere, mate…” Kyle murmured.

But Gary hesitated again. He blinked as he watched Kyle, almost confused that he didn't react poorly to being woken up.

“It's late, bug.. come here.” Kyle's arms laid out for him to cuddle into.

It was too hard to resist, really. The blanket around Roach's shoulders was quickly discarded. He got himself in the bed right next to him.

The two laid on their sides, Gary tucked up to his chest as he relaxed.

Kyle's hand softly stroked from Gary's hair to his back, a similar motion to one used for petting cats. He set a slow pace, simply holding Gary with his other arm.

“Couldn't sleep?” He muttered, voice rough with tiredness.

He received a small nod and a huff in return. Gary cuddled up to him closer. One of his arms moved to rest over Kyle's side to hold him close too.

“That's okay… I'm here.” Kyle said while mid-yawn.

Roach curled up as small as he possibly could, which was pretty small, while still remaining cuddled up.

“You're so little…” He whispered. His eyelids fighting the sleepiness that demanded more rest. For now, Gary was much more important. Especially looking at his adorable little face.

Gary smiled behind his pacifier, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He gave a little hum as he looked up at Kyle.

Gary was one of the few that loved decorated pacis. Gems, pearls, charms. Shiny things made his brain go on excited hyperdrive mode. He specifically liked bells on pacis, because shaking his head made a fun sound. A good sound that he linked with happiness and being small.

A calloused hand softly brushed over his cheek, settling into a soft motion of Kyle's thumb brushing over his cheek while he cupped his cheek. Just soft and gentle touch. Gary couldn't help but nuzzle against it.

“Yeah… you just needed Kyle cuddles, hm?” Kyle quietly spoke, getting a nod in return.

“Do you need anything else, bug?” A head shake in response.

Roach was settled and cozy up to Kyle, it was just what he needed to get comfortable.

“I'll be here if you need anything then, don't you worry…” Kyle was sleepy still, but determined to be there for Gary.

Determination wasn't quite enough to keep Kyle awake, but he was still right there with him. Snores filling the otherwise quiet room. But Gary remained awake, just happily cuddled up to the other. Warm and cozy.

He was perfectly content to stay awake, more than comfortable enough just next to Kyle to relax. And if he ended up needing something, he could simply wake Kyle.

[sapphire-wine]

Heavy on your Tongue

Like Icarus flying too close to the sun - Here it is. The second person POV nrmt cock warming fic. Spoilers: not a lot of cock warming. Not read! 850 words give or take. Post aa4 and all that.

You'd been working for a while now, looking through readings to study for the bar once more.

It'd taken some convincing to get you to start, you'd thought that part of your life was far behind you. The many reasons to go through with the decision had been listed over multiple dinners and late nights. And you were happy with it, truly.

That didn't mean it wasn't exhausting though. And tedious.

Luckily, some things made it much better.

You'd just finished one of the many unit tests laying on your desk, given to you courtesy of one Chief Prosecutor.

You set your pencil down on the desk, looking down and smiling fondly.

"Miles?" You croon, brushing his hair back from where it fell over his face.

He doesn't seem to notice, eyes half-lidded.

"Miles." You repeat, sliding your hand down until it cups his cheek. He nuzzles into your hand, a hum coming from his mouth.

It reverberates straight on your cock, still tucked between his lips.

"I'm finished."

He hums once more in acknowledgement, but makes no other movements. He looks up at you through his eyelashes and it seems like this is the only place he wants to be.

It's sweet, really. You're the only one who's seen him like this, he's told you himself. There was a certain vulnerability he said he despised, like it was something to be extracted lest it be paraded around.

And yet, here he is. And here you are. Together at last. Where there were no false rumors or oaths of secrecy to keep you apart.

You slip from his mouth. Laugh at the confused noise he makes. He looks for all the world like a puppy who's gotten his toy taken away.

"I said I'm done." You wonder if he'll take the hint. It was his idea, after all.

You run your hand through his hair once more.

His head rests against your thigh, motionlessly content.

You swipe up the drool across his chin with your hand, rubbing it across your sweatpants in a manner that if Miles were any more lucid, he'd be horrified with.

You both stay like that for a few moments, running a hand through his hair as he kneels before you. And as much as you hate to ruin the moment between you, you open your mouth.

"Wanna grade it?" You ask, trying once more to hold up your end of the bargain. Though, it seems your companion didn't remember that much at all.

He blinks. "Hmm? Oh, sure."

He removes himself from your leg slowly, stretches languidly. The softest groan leaves his mouth and you wish you could still feel it in your core.

You push out the desk chair to allow him enough room to stand. He does so and turns, taking the paper in his hand.

Your hands wrap around his middle and pulls him back to you. He lets you do this without complaint, settling into your lap.

"Let's see here..." He says, trying to sound nonchalant about the way you fiddle with his belt. He goes through your papers in relative silence, offering no praise or complaint besides the occasional "that rusty on evidence law, Wright?" and "that was an intentionally obtuse question, good job."

By that point you've removed his cock from his pants, even gotten him to stand slightly to slide his boxers down his thighs.

"You starred this question." Miles says, somewhat breathless despite not moving for several minutes.

You can't blame him exactly, with your fingers running featherlight touches over his length.

"Yeah. I wasn't sure about it."

"You got it wrong." He says, most unhelpfully.

"Well, can you tell me why? Last I heard that's the standard." You lean forward, head on his shoulder.

"It's be-cause...It's because two years ago another case overrode the precedent set in- ngh." He trails off, evidently distracted by the teeth running over his earlobe.

"Interesting." You say, and continue.

"Wright."

You hum in acknowledgement.

"Wright." He hisses.

"What?"

"You should pay attention."

"This is how I best pay attention. Plus, I already did my part, yeah? The test is filled out, you're the one who hasn't finished it."

"Perhaps because I have someone distracting me."

"Are you calling me distracting?" You grin.

"Extremely." He says dryly. You back off slightly, giving one last squeeze to his member just to hear him inhale sharply. Then you lean back and let him work, red pen that he brought from home flying through the questions.

It's a bit difficult though, having a lapful of prosecutor and nowhere to put that energy. Your hands seem to have a mind of their own, meandering over his sides and landing at his hips.

You've just begun running a finger down his spine, starting to dip lower, when he slams the paper onto the table. He stands with a speed you weren't anticipating, sending the chair backwards a few inches.

He turns to face you, eyes blazing. "You passed." He says, before he drops down to his knees and takes you whole.

"Oh, fuck."

Some things just made the hours of studying worth it.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 22 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Skye peeked over the edge of the crows-nest and watched as Perry laid out a blanket at its base.

It was night time and everyone else had already gone to bed.

"What are you doing, skull man?" Skye asked.

"Perry," Perry reminded him.

"I'm sleeping out here tonight. You shouldn't have to be alone."

"Maybe I want to be alone."

Perry paused his bed making.

"Do you want to be alone?"

Skye shrugged.

"I don't know. I'm not going to talk about it, though."

"Okay. I won't make you talk about whatever upset you."

"You couldn't make me."

"That's true. I meant that I won't try."

"Hmm," Skye said.

"People are always saying things they don't mean."

"Is that why you're upset? Did someone mislead you?"

"No. Why would it be that?"

"I don't know. The way you said it."

"Oh," Skye said.

"People are always reading meaning into the things that I say and the way that I say them that isn't there."

"Why don't you come down?" Perry suggested.

"It's too late to be raising our voices to talk and this bed I made is big enough for two."

Skye twisted his lips together.

"You're not going to grope me, are you? I am not in the mood for being groped."

"And I am not attracted to men. I'm just trying to be kind, Skye."

"Why?"

"Hmm," Perry mused as he fluffed up one of the pillows he'd brought out with him.

"I suppose, having seen precious little of it for a long time, I've come to realise the value of kindness. The difference it can make and often at no real cost to offer it. I don't know if my being here is of any comfort to you but I wanted to try."

"Oh, no, I mean why aren't you attracted to men?" Skye asked, chin perched on the edge of the crows-nest.

"Men are pretty attractive."

"Well, why aren't you attracted to women?"

"I never said I wasn't attracted to women."

"That's true," Perry said.

"Well, I don't know. It's just the way that I've always been."

"Yeah, I'm bad at things too sometimes," Skye said.

"Okay. I will share the bed."

Skye climbed down from the crows-nest and settled in on the blanket while Perry finished making up the bed.

Perry looked like he should smell but he didn't.

"When you brush your teeth, where do you stop?" Skye asked.

"Ah, well, my whole cleaning process looks a little different from most people's," Perry said.

"You're very candid, aren't you?"

"Does that mean rude?"

"No. I didn't think that was your intention. It just means you say what's on your mind."

"Oh," Skye said.

He wasn't sure if that was true.

Sometimes he said very little and he often struggled with putting things into words.

Or at least words that other people understood.

A lot of the time, he just couldn't be bothered trying.

Even when he said exactly what he meant in the simplest way he could think of, people often still seemed confused by him.

Perry lay down next to Skye on the blanket and let out a satisfied sigh.

"It's a nice night. I quite like sailing."

"Oh," Skye said.

"I drowned once but it's okay I guess."

"That sounds like quite a story. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

Perry let out a quiet laugh.

"Okay. Is there anything you do want to talk about?"

"No."

"That's okay, too."

Perry pulled another blanket over them and rolled onto his side.

"Goodnight, Skye."

********

Skye was perched on the ship's railing, staring out at the dock and the small town beyond.

He had been out here for an hour at least, probably.

He didn't know how to tell time but it felt like a while.

"What's wrong?" Miriam asked as she wheeled over in her chair, the egg resting on her lap.

It was extra sparkly out in the sunshine.

"I'm sad," Skye said.

"I noticed. What's on your mind?"

"I was thinking of maybe just walking away and trying to forget everything again so I could stop being sad."

"Forget everything again?"

Skye let out a deep sigh.

"Yeah. I forgot all the things I was sad about for a long time but then a dumb ghost made me remember and now I have to be sad again, so. Maybe I should just go back to forgetting."

"Oh," Miriam said.

"I'm not sure I understand the whole thing with the ghost but I know you well enough to know that you'll only put up with so many questions, so I'll pick them carefully. What did the ghost make you remember that's making you sad?"

"My friend died," Skye said.

"I'm trying to still not remember that part so I can pretend he didn't but if he was alive, I'd still be with him."

"Oh, Skye. I'm so sorry."

"I'm pretty sure it wasn't your fault."

"I just mean that I sympathise. Death is never easy," Miriam said.

"But, Skye, you know you can't escape it by forgetting, don't you?"

Skye lifted his knees and hunched himself up on the railing.

"Well, I did for a long time, so I think you're wrong. I'm very good at forgetting."

"But the hurt was still there when you remembered, fresh and painful. It doesn't get better by running from it. You need to let yourself grieve. It's not easy but not doing it is like leaving an open wound."

"What if it never stops hurting?"

"It might always hurt a bit but I promise it will get better," Miriam said.

"You just have to let yourself have feelings, no matter how much they hurt."

"What if nobody ever loves me again?"

"I love you, Skye. Maybe not in the same way as this friend of yours did. I don't know what your relationship with him was like. But I do love you and I'll be here for you if you need me. Please don't run away."

"Okay," Skye said. "Miriam?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you pet my hair?"

Miriam let out a quiet laugh.

"Okay."

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

May I ask you a Tommy x reader where they finally have some alone time and they decide to you know.. and the reader thinks tommy is a sweetheart in bed but he turns out to be a kinky guy, and idk she’s surprised but loves that!! I need a Tommy smut!!

I know he's canonically a virgin,,,,,but I'm in a mood and I like the idea of Tommy being a soft dom so- also, I wrote this while I had a migraine so ignore any typos lmao

Oh, That's Surprising (Tommy Slater x Fem!Reader)***

Warning: 18+, smut, conversation about kinks, experimentalism, testing out kinks, bondage, praise kink, dominant!Tommy, soft dom!Tommy, bdsm, power imbalance, reader is afab, she/her pronouns, nipple play, edging, begging, slight degradation, vaginal fingering, overstimulation

Word Count: 2.5k

You let out a laugh as Tommy tickled your sides, and you swiped at his hands. The pair of you were laying on your bed, listening to soft music, and spending some rare free time together. The pair of you were supposed to be sleeping, but Tommy couldn't seem to settle.

He laid on his side, and held you from behind. It was nice to feel him hold you, even if he was taking advantage and tickling you whenever he got bored. You swatted at him, telling him,

"Stop it!" And you could hear his laughter behind you. He moved closer to kiss at your neck, mumbling,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." And you rolled your eyes. You didn't believe him, and, you craned your neck to look at his face. But, that was a mistake on your part. You couldn't be mad at him when he was smiling at you like that, especially when he leaned forward to brush his nose against yours. God, he was just too cute.

So, your attempts to frown at him quickly failed. You lips broke out in a smile, and you leaned closer to press a kiss to his lips. Tommy was quick to meet you, and you felt him adjust how he laid so he could kiss you better. He reached over, holding your jaw as his lips moved over yours. You let him lead, following the slow, languid pace he set that he slowly made deeper and deeper.

A moan escaped your lips when he licked his way into your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours. You felt him move again, and there was no mistaking the slide of his hand. It slid down from your waist towards your thigh, giving it a squeeze before he moved up towards your hip. He held it, gently guiding your hips back as he rolled his hips forward. It nearly made you smile into the kiss, how easily Tommy could get into the mood. You reached up, curling your arm around him to hold the back of his head and keep his lips on yours as you pressed back.

You felt him moan against your lips, and then he was moving again. He'd been half above you, but he shifted completely. The two of you moved so you laid flat on your back, and he was on top of you. He pressed one leg in-between yours, both of them straddling your thigh. It made excitement bubble in your stomach as you drew him in again, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close.

The slide of his lips, the friction of his knee in-between your legs. It was riling you up, and you were ecstatic. The pair of you rarely got a moment alone, rarely got time to do anything. And you bucked your hips up when Tommy pressed his knee down again, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you gripped his arms.

You could already imagine how the night was going to go. Slow and sweet, while kissing your lovely boyfriend the entire time. He was sweet and soft with you every other time, so why would this be any different? But, just after Tommy moved to settle between you legs, he pulled back. Well, attempted to. He gave you one more lingering kiss before he said,

"Wait, I have," Another pause, another kiss. "I have to tell you something." He said, and you let him pull back. You gave him a look of confusion, gently caressing his face as you did so.

"Yeah?" You asked. He seemed almost nervous, or, at least, hesitant. He gave you one more kiss, before he began,

"Just," He was playing with the end of your shirt, looking away from you as he started. "I like being- rougher. During sex." And his eyes lifted back up to yours. Really, you didn't know what to say. That was the exact opposite of what you expected. Tommy was sweet, and a virgin. You wondered how he even knew that, but you decided to quickly not think about that. Quietly, you said,

"Oh, that's- That's surprising." And you were quiet for another moment as you thought. Tommy was letting it sink in, letting you process it. And, well, you didn't hate it. In fact, maybe you were into it. The idea of your sweet, loving boyfriend being a little rough, manhandling you- Well, it was enough to make a heat rise in your belly. You tried to squeeze you legs together subconsciously, to quell the heat between your legs, but all you did was squeeze Tommy's hips. His eyes darkened, as if he knew exactly what you were trying to do, and you gulped. He saw the action, and it made him grin. He continued with,

"I, also, like being in charge. Y'know," He thumbed your hip, and you almost couldn't focus on what he was telling you it was so distracting. "Making you do what I want." And ideas flashed in your mind of what that could mean. Surprisingly, you were a lot more into them then you thought you'd be. Finally, you said,

"I could- That's fine." You agreed, and Tommy leaned closer. Leaned in. It was like something in him was shifting. You could practically almost see the change. In his face, in his eyes. But, he still smiled at little when he asked,

"Really?" And you gave him a nod. From the look on his face, you could tell that wasn't going to be enough.

"I've never done anything like that before, but, um- I want to try. Just- surprise me?" He looked you over then, his eyes trailing over your face, before he leaned in to give you another kiss. You always let Tommy take the lead, but this felt different. Like he had you entirely in the palm of his hand. And you melted right into it. When he pulled back and whispered,

"We'll go slow." It was so definitive, as if the choice lied with him. And when you heard the clink of his belt, you couldn't help but adjust your legs in nervous anticipation.

His kiss was slow and deep just like before, but this time you felt the scrape of teeth. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth grazing against it in a way that nearly made you shiver before his tongue soothed it. You could hear him pulling off his belt, and you felt as he slowly drew your hands away from his shoulders. His voice was low as he murmured,

"I'm gonna tie your hands together, alright?" And a brief moment of surprise hit you. Alright, so he really was kinky. Still, you gave him a nod, wanting to at least try it, and you watched as he pulled himself up. He settled back on his knees, and you chewed on your lip as you watched him. He was tall and strong, with wide shoulders and nice arms that he showed off with his cut-off shirts. You watched as he picked up your hands, his touch as gentle as could be as he held your wrists together. You followed his every move, holding your hands together and steady so he could wrap his belt around them. It felt like you were handing something over, putting your trust in him. As he tightened it, he glanced up at you and gave you a smile. "Too tight?" He asked, and the question nearly made you melt. The leather of his belt was tight, restricted most of your movement, but it didn't bite into your skin. It was snug, so you said,

"It's fine." And his smile widened. He guided your hands above your head, holding them down with one hand while he swooped in to give you another kiss. It was sweeter, softer than the last. It felt almost as if you had done something right, like you were being rewarded. It was strange, new, but you didn't question it. You hugged his hips with your legs, and you felt him chuckle against your lips. He drew away from your mouth, kissing his way down your jaw and down your neck.

He trailed them down, placing open mouthed kisses along the length of your neck before you felt the scrape of teeth. He didn't bite, but it was almost as if he was teasing you. Giving you a hint of what he could do.

He trailed down to your collarbones, before his hands were moving up the fabric of your shirt. It bunched up above your chest, but Tommy didn't seem to mind. He kneaded your flesh through the fabric, making a small gasp escape you as he kissed his way back up your neck. It didn't long for your nipples to harden, but the sudden roughness of him pushing up your bra surprised you. His mouth was trailing back down, one of his hands twisting while his tongue flicked the hardening nub. You squirmed, gripping onto the leather of the belt while he sucked your nipple into his mouth. The action made your hips raise, searching for friction as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. He gave your other nipple a hard tug, a flash of pain that made you whimper. When his hand reached to pin your hips down, you guessed that was the cause. But, like the flip of a coin, Tommy was sweet again. He sucked the abused nipple into his mouth, soothing it with his tongue while he reached to grope your thighs and ass.

And you? You could feel the wetness growing between your legs, the desperation working through your body. Part of you wanted Tommy to just snap, to take you and be as hard as he wanted. But, the other? The other part was turning into with jelly every soft kiss and flick of his tongue.

He kissed his way down your stomach, and you tried your best not to squirm when his hand finally trailed in-between your legs. He rubbed you through the fabric, his grip and touch harder so you would feel it through your jeans. You tried your best not to squirm, not to buck. But, you let out a needy noise and tilted your hips up for more.

You saw him laugh, laugh at your desperation. Really, he'd barely started. But, he didn't bite or punish. Or, well, you thought. He kissed his way back up to you, so his face was right in front of yours. Teasingly, he whispered,

"Hm, you want more?" As he moved his hand to cup your entire sex and just massage between your legs. His hands were big, you'd always thought so, but the action made you whine. You gave him a nod, but Tommy didn't seem satisfied. "Need me already? So desperate." He kissed a spot on your neck, so gentle in comparison to the hand between your legs. "Want me to touch you? Hm?" And he moved back, following you gaze so you couldn't avoid his eyes. You tugged lightly on your restraints, your nails biting into the material as you realized what he wanted. And, at that second, Tommy voiced it. "You gotta beg for it." He said, and a flush of heat rose to your cheeks. Your eyes widened as you stared at him, your lips parting as you thought about what you could say. He didn't offer you any help, just stared at you and watched you struggle. From the smile on his face, you could tell he was enjoying it. "Hm?" He prompted, ever the tease.

"Please," You started. Your voice was quiet, unsure. He watched you with interest, waiting to see what you would say. "Please touch me. I need it, please." And you rolled your hips up, almost pathetically with how desperate you were. You watched him smile, his usual teasing Tommy smile. He looked you over, watched the way you squirmed. So, you asked him again, "Please, Tommy, please. Please." And he let out a chuckle before he leaned in to kiss your cheek, and then your lips.

"Alright, alright." He said, as if he hadn't told you to beg. You could feel him undoing the front of your jeans, his voice pleased as he said, "You sounded so pretty. Such a good girl for me." The last part was practically a whisper, but it was like a jolt through your brain. It distracted you, stuck in your mind, so that your hips twitched when you felt him reach inside your panties, his fingers sliding through your wet folds. He muffled your gasp, claiming your lips with a kiss.

It was satisfying and torture all at the same time. Tommy was a tease, you knew that just from dating him. But, he seemed to be purposely avoiding exactly where you wanted him. He'd graze over your clit, give it the tiniest bit of attention, before he was moving away. You knew, you'd at least done this before, that he was doing it on purpose. That he was drawing it out and making you wait. A brush here, a brush there. Enough to make you drenched but not enough to make you cum. So, you begged again,

"Tommy, please." It was practically a sob against his lips, desperation quickly winning over. You could feel him smile against your lips, and his kiss became almost bruising as he reached up to quickly circle your clit. His fingers were rough and calloused and quick, and you couldn't stop your noises as his hands pressed just the right amount of pressure into your bundle of nerves. He was quickly pushing you towards your edge, a delicious heat between your legs that only grew more and more as he continued. Your legs began to tremble and shake, and you were caught between wanting to press closer or escape from the coil tightening in your stomach. He kissed your hard, his tongue sliding against yours, before he pulled away long enough to tell you,

"Come for me." And it only took a few more circles for you to do exactly that. Your hips spasmed, rising towards his touch, following your peak, before falling back against the bed. But his hands weren't slowing. They went the same fast pace, rubbing over and over your aching clit. You let out a cry, a gasp of his name, before you were begging for mercy.

"Okay, Tommy- Tommy, I can't- No more-" You words were quick, and Tommy was just as quick to pull his hand away. Finally, you relaxed.

He gave you kiss after kiss, pecking them all over your face as you tried to calm your breathing, calm your beating heart. You could feel his smile against your face, and you giggled when he kissed your forehead and nose. Just like that, the Tommy you knew returned. 

"You did so good, baby." He praised, and a small well of pride grew in your chest. "So good for me." He kissed you again, this time passionate and sweet, before he was pulling back to admire you. He settled back on his knees once more, and you tried not to stare too hard at the tent in his jeans. He gripped your clothed thighs, kneading them under his hands and massaging your muscles. He raked his eyes over you and tilted his head, almost as if he was applying the sight to memory. Your clothes were still disheveled and open, while he was completely clothed, and, with your hands bound, there was no way to hide. Under his gaze, it was hard not to feel vulnerable. But, you couldn't deny the way it turned you on. After a beat of silence, he slowly asked, "So...Do you wanna do more?" With a tilt of his head, and a small, coy smile. And, really, how could you say no to that?

[awkwardtickleetoo]

The American Experience

summary: its george's first day in america, the dream team all together at last, however, george gets hit with a pretty bad case of jet lag. the least dream can do is offer to help keep him awake so they don't fall out of sync so early... right?

WARNINGS: feet tickles!! very prominently!! it's nothing nsfw or uncomfortable, still very soft and playful and sfw and platonic, but I know some people aren't comfy with that kinda thing, so just be warned before reading ahead :)

lee!george, ler!dream, 2.6k words

enjoy!!

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George yawned for what he could only assume was the 5th time since he'd settled into his comfortable position on the couch, pulling his arm up to shove his face in his elbow as his nose scrunched up with the action. He blinked tiredly, letting his eyes drag until they stayed closed for a second longer than he wanted. He rubbed at them with the back of his knuckles.

"God, I am… unbelievably exhausted," He spoke without really thinking, directing his attention to the other man in the room. "I hate flying on planes, every time I do I want to sleep for, like, 24 hours after I get to wherever I'm supposed to be going to."

Dream chuckled, nudging George's knees with the back of his hand so he would pull them up to give him space to sit on the couch as well. After he got situated, he continued the conversation. 

"I totally get it," He said, nodding his head a little to further show his agreement. "But you can't go to sleep yet, George, you don't want the three of us to be out of sync on literally day one of you being here."

"I knoooww," George whined, head resting back against a throw pillow on the couch as he threw an arm over his face. "I know, but I'm still so tired I might not be able to help it. I think I might just pass out before I can even get the rest of my room set up."

Dream rested his palm on George's ankle, stroking his thumb soothingly against the sliver of skin that showed beneath the cuff of his grey sweatpants. After a moment of silence, and his calloused thumb rubbing against the soft skin, Dream seemed to get an idea.

"Well," He started, tilting his head and looking over at George as he spoke. "Why don't I try something to help distract you from the sleepiness? It might keep you awake for a while without having to focus on staying awake." He offered, and George lifted his arm away from his face to look at Dream. 

"What are you gonna do?" Dream shrugged.

"I have something in mind. It's a surprise, though."

George furrowed his eyebrows skeptically, nodding slowly as he let out another yawn.

"Okay. Go ahead, I guess."

Dream smiled down at him before tightening his grip on his ankle, gently lifting it and trapping it under his arm in a headlock position.

"Uh, Dream?" George asked, pushing himself up onto his elbows to look over at the other man in confusion.

"Yeah, what's up?" Dream replied innocently as he pulled George's other ankle into the headlock as well. 

"What– uh, what are you doing?" George asked nervously. He pulled on his legs, trying to break free from Dream's hold, but they barely budged, his ankles only knocked together and shifted Dream's arm slightly. 

"Relax, George, just lay back and let me do what I need to do. I said I'd help keep you awake, right?" George nodded timidly, slowly laying back down against the pillow. "Exactly, so let me help you." 

George hesitated, one arm reaching up behind his head to play with the seams of the throw pillow underneath him and the other curled into a tense fist at his side. He nodded, giving Dream permission to start whatever he was planning.

Dream slowly raised a single finger up to George's left foot, dragging his nail down the bottom of it. George flinched and let out a soft squeak, attempting to pull at his legs again. 

"Ah, noho!" Both of his hands gripped tighter to whatever they were near, one gripping the pillow and one falling to hold onto the couch cushion he was laying on. He gasped when he felt Dream tighten his grip even more. "Dreheam, don't– don't do that-"

"What do you mean don't do that?! I thought you wanted me to help distract you!" Dream feigned confusion, dragging the same fingernail up and down George's left sole as he spoke, relishing in the way George's foot kept jumping in his hold and his giggles picked up almost immediately. 

"Y-yeah Ihi wanted you to— to distract me, not— Dream!" George bit his lip to stifle his giggles, clamping a hand over his mouth as Dream started scratching at his heel unbearably lightly with all five fingers now. 

"Not what, George? What am I doing?" Dream asked with a smug smirk on his face, smile only widening when George shook his head in response. Dream migrated his scritching to the arch of George's foot. George's giggles turned into full on laughter, bright and breathy and happy. Dream didn't think he would ever want to stop if George kept laughing like that.

"Dreheheheam plehehehease!" 

"You still haven't answered my question, how am I supposed to know what you're asking for if you don't help me out here, huh?" 

"Yohohou know whahahat yohohou're dohoing! Ihihihit t-ahaha!" 

"Aww, come on, you were so close, you got this!" Dream teased, continuing to move his fingers upwards until he was wiggling his fingers just under George's toes. This made his laughter shoot up in volume again, as his back arched instinctively off the couch at the feeling.

"PLEHEHEHEASE! It tihihickles! Ihihihit tihihihickles, Dreheheheam, plehease, it's so BAHAHAHA!" 

"It tickles?" Dream asked incredulously, switching to wiggling his fingers as quickly as possible up and down George's left foot in feather-light motions. His laughter jumped in pitch, laced with squeaky giggles and hiccupy breaths. "I never would've guessed!"

"Nahahaha– Dreheam!" George pulled the pillow he was laying on out from behind his head in favor of holding it tightly to his chest and hiding his face in it, squeezing his eyes shut as he squirmed around. 

"Hmm, I wonder if the other foot is just as ticklish as this one?" Dream asked out loud, obviously a rhetorical question, but George felt his chest swell and his face heat up, and he felt compelled to respond. 

"No!" He replied simply, shaking his head behind the pillow and trying to pull his right leg out of Dream's tight headlock.

"No?"

"Mm-mm!"

"It's not ticklish like the other one?"

"Mm-mm!" George giggled at the playfulness of the situation, lifting his head slightly from the pillow to look up at Dream. However, the second he saw Dream looking back at him, upper body facing him while still keeping his legs completely immobile, he couldn't help but flush at the attention and hide his face again.

"Well, then I guess you'll have no problem with me doing this, since you're obviously not ticklish here, right?" 

"Dreheam don't– NOHOHO!" Dream had started scratching his nails up and down George's foot as quickly as he could, and George's squirming returned with more intensity than ever before. Eventually, through all his wiggling, he managed to pull one of his ankles from Dream's headlock, using it to push at Dream's thigh in an attempt to put him away.

Dream noticed quickly and grabbed George's ankles, one in each hand, to pull them back together. 

"Uh oh!" Dream said with an exaggerated gasp, making George giggle again at the antics and shake his head. He tried to pull at his legs again, but found that the tickling had only made him more tired, and his giggles only made his legs feel weak. "We got a man down, we gotta fix it!"

"Nohoho, Dream plehease, you- can't you figure out another way to keep me awake?" George pleaded, looking up at Dream from behind the pillow again. His question was met with only a smirk, and Dream pushed George's legs down onto the couch and swung himself over them to straddle his calves, facing away from George and towards his feet. George giggled in anticipation as he found it nearly impossible to move his legs at all, especially considering Dream was much bigger than him and, especially in this situation, much stronger than him as well. 

"There, much better, don't you think?"

"Noho!" George protested, twisting his ankles as much as he could and curling his toes.

"Damn, that's too bad," Dream quit his stalling and used both hands, now free of holding any kicking limbs, to run his fingertips up and down George's soles. George couldn't help but throw his head back in laughter, hugging his pillow tight to his chest and scrunching up his nose at the sensation.

"Ahaha, Dreheheheam, it– ahaha, stohop ihihit!" George giggled, and in a quick burst of strength he decided to reach up and hit the back of Dream's shoulders with the pillow. Dream couldn't help but laugh at the soft impact, reaching behind him to grab the pillow and copy the action back by lightly hitting George's stomach. George also laughed at the hit, gasping when Dream dragged the pillow away instead of giving it back to him.

"No, no, noho! Give that bahahack!" George tried to follow the object with his hands as he propped himself up on his elbows, but he was just a second behind. Dream dropped it on the other side of the couch, out of his reach, and immediately went back to skitter his nails against George's feet. George shot up to a sitting position at the feeling, unsure what to do with his hands with his comfort pillow now stolen from him, and decided on grabbing at the sides of Dream's t-shirt for stability. "Dreheheheam!"

"Hm?" Dream hummed, half paying attention, but listening enough to notice that George was sitting up by how close his voice had become. He scooted up a bit, making sure George had enough room to sit comfortably while also making sure he could still tickle him effectively. He had his priorities set, of course. 

"Ihit reheally tihihickles!" 

"Awww, poor Georgie can't handle a little tickling? Is the tickling too much for him?" Dream teased, relishing in the way George groaned at his words and let go of his shirt to hide his face in his hands. George rested his forehead against Dream's shoulder as he hid, muffled giggles still steadily flowing from behind his hands. "I'm almost done, okay? Just a little bit more to make sure you're fully awake!" 

"Buhuhut Ihihi already ahaham!" George couldn't help but whine, and Dream knew he should finish up soon, as he didn't want to risk actually making George uncomfortable, or overwhelming him. Dream used one of his hands to hold the top of George's right foot, and with his other he brought two fingers over to scratch along the side of George's foot near his big toe. George let out a squeak at that, hands flying away from his face to go back to holding Dream's shirt. After a couple seconds, his hands just ended up resting against Dream's sides, face still buried in his shoulder. "DREHEAM– Dreheheheam! Plehe– hehe, plehease finish uhuhuhup, plehehehease," George giggled, trying to communicate that he was reaching his limit pretty fast.

"Okay, okay, I got you, George. We're gonna skip to the grand finale, alright?" He gradually slowed his fingers down until they were softly dragging up and down George's soles, waiting for a response. "Georgie? Is that alright?"

George squeaked at the movement of Dream's fingers, the slow tickles almost maddening but also surprisingly soothing. He nodded his head against Dream's shoulder, coupled with a soft "mhm!" that Dream almost didn't catch. He wasn't having a bad time– he could handle a big finale, even if the nervous butterflies in his tummy and anticipation giggles bubbling up in his chest wanted him to say otherwise.

"Great." George didn't even have to look at Dream to know how big his smile was, the fond tone of his voice and smiley sound to the words were enough for him to guess. George held onto Dream tighter, squeezing his eyes shut, biting his lip to hold back the giggles that wanted so desperately to flow out of him. 

"Dreheam," He mumbled after a few seconds of nothing. "Come ohon."

"Oh, so you want me to tickle you now?"

"Nohoho, juhust get it over wihihith! Ihihi cahan't–" Dream could practically feel the heat of George's flushed face through the fabric of his shirt, and decided to take pity on him. Well, kind of.

"Alright, in threeeee…" 

"Nohohot the cohountdown!"

"Twooooo…" 

"Dreheheheam plehehehease just do ihit!"

"Aaaaaaannnnd–"

"DREAM!" 

Dream didn't even wait to say 'one' before he started to scribble his fingers just underneath George's toes, giggling at the way they instinctively curled up to protect the spot.

"AHAHA NAHAHA DREHEHEAM!" The volume of George's laughter could've shattered glass, and Dream couldn't help but laugh along with him. George's laugh has always been one of his favorites, able to easily light up a room and put smiles on tens of thousands of peoples faces every day. Plus, Dream had to admit, it was pretty fucking cute. 

He was brought back to reality when George's hands jumped up from their resting place at his sides to grab at his arms, trying to pull them away to stop the tickling. Dream let his hands be dragged away, smiling even wider as George pulled Dream's hands back towards Dream's own chest and wrapped his arms around Dream in a hug from behind. He laughed at George's dramatic reaction, reaching down with one of his trapped hands to rub soothing circles into George's arm as he caught his breath. 

"So?" He started once George's breathing had evened out and his arms dropped from around Dream. "Did I help wake you up?"

"Not at all, holy crap, I am exhausted, Dream," George mumbled, turning his head so only one half of his face rested against Dream's back. Dream let out another loud laugh at the response. George continued after a moment, voice soft and smile evident on his face. "That was awful. My hands are shaky," 

"Yeah?" Dream responded sarcastically. 

"And my arms feel like they're gonna fall off, and my legs feel like jelly." 

"Oh, I'm sure."

"And– and my face is so hot, oh my god, I think I have a fever after that." 

"Wow, that does sound really terrible," Dream agreed, sarcastic tone still present, smiling to himself as George giggled in response. "Hey, I'm, uh… I'm sorry if I actually went too far. I know we're joking around, but… you know… I dunno, I don't know what I'm saying, but, I guess, just, let me know if you were actually, like, uncomfortable or anythi—"

"Don't be sorry," George cut him off, moving his arms to wrap around Dream's waist this time, pulling him to lean back slightly while he hugged him close. "I, um... I had fun, actually. " 

"You did? Honestly?" Dream could feel him nod against his shoulder, and he sighed in relief. 

"Plus, this means now I can do this," 

"What?" Dream didn't even register what George had said before he felt two fingers digging into his ribs, causing him to let out a squeal and squeeze his arms to his sides. "No! Geohorge!" He pushed himself off George's legs, watching as he immediately curled his knees to his chest and smiled up at him.

"I deserve to give you a taste of your own medicine!" 

"Oh, I'll show you what you deserve," Dream reached out to poke at George the same way he had been poked, and George only reached to poke back.

That cycle repeated for a while, the living room of the Dream Team household filled with shared giggles and undignified squeals. 

George couldn't have had a better welcoming to his new home.

[daiseukiis]

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒

𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 ; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤

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─꒱ in which we peak into how life is as the in-law of the fushiguro family after marrying megumi。

─꒱ feat. fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji & fushiguro tsumiki

─꒱ warnings ; profanity, chaotic hot shit

─꒱ notes ; OMG SHOULD I MAKE A SPECIAL WHERE YOU GUYS SEND IN ASKS ABOUT HOW THE NEIGHBOURS REACT TO THE FUSHIGUROS EYVBIJX HAHAHA

─꒱ episode one | 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒 | episode three

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꒰꒰ you love your father-in-law, like you really do love toji, but that worm of his needs to be in a fucking cage.

a loud scream comes from the top of your lungs early in the morning, eyelashes blinking to shoo the drowsiness away after it's been awakened by the warm sun rays that lay atop your eyelids. as much as you love waking up in the morning in bed with your husband, you don't get that luxury sometimes.

"y/n?!" hearing the loud footsteps of your husband rushing towards with another scream from your sister-in-law, the both of them slam the door wide open. "what happened?!" toji is the last to appear to the scene, his expression more on the sight of confusion compared to the worried and panicked facials on megumi and tsumiki's face. "what the fuck?"

"get this fucking worm off me!"

꒰꒰ if that worm wasn't adopted by toji it would've been on fucking sight. that shit uglier then sukuna's stock of human girls for his bitch soup.

꒰꒰ after you told megumi what toji had told you when you were left alone with him ( the sex question ), you are no longer allowed to be alone at home with him. megumi made sure that the dogs are around.

꒰꒰ you found out the hard way that toji has some lameass dad jokes.

you and tsumiki decided to order sushi for dinner due to the fact the both of you were too lazy to cook, seeing how you and megumi came back tired from a mission and toji from one as well, you all felt bad having tsumiki cook all on her own so you bought food instead.

"i'd avoid sushi if i were you, it seems fishy." toji says just as you all prepared the table to eat. you and megumi freeze on the spot, the trio of you all turning your heads towards toji who sports a serious face. megumi groans, "don't ever do that again."

"i thought it was pretty good." tsumiki lets out a small giggle, you smiling that toji was now comfortable to even make jokes after everything. megumi turns to counter his sister's opnion, through you all swore you heard a stifled chuckle come from toji.

'he's laughing at his own jokes!'

꒰꒰ the effort is appreciated though.

꒰꒰ sometimes you and tsumiki buy too many stuff at the groceries, you call megumi to summon nue and get his shikigami to carry it for you two.

꒰꒰ toji offered ( jokingly ) to let you guys use his worm as a storage while you went shopping for groceries once, let's just say he got smacked in the face with a pan.

꒰꒰ it's his fault for joking while you were cooking.

꒰꒰ you were used to waking up three in the morning for anything and seeing your husband and father-in-law tying some burglar or assassin up, but no way were the rest of the family used to you doing the work.

"y/n?" megumi comes walking down the stairs with his father, turning on the lights in the dark hour to gain a shred of shine. the two males see in full picture that you had just finished punching someone in the face, the other hand holding them up by the collar as it physically shows that whoever this guy dressed in black had just failed in whatever mission he had in mind.

"who's that?" toji raises a brow, more so on the fact that he is impressed you beat up the intruder without a single sound in the dead of night. the look of displeasure shows you were in no mood, wanting nothing more than what you had walked downstairs for before this piece of shit decided to ruin your night. you throw the man in black on to the floor, scowling.

"all i wanted was a glass of fucking water, not an assassin who can't even use the front door."

꒰꒰ when you and tsumiki make food in the kitchen, expect a knife to go flying at least once.

꒰꒰ you don't know if you should be thankful to have tsumiki as your sister or not, she's unintentionally scary and she's not even trying.

꒰꒰ somehow you always end up walking into an argument between megumi and toji ( usually after leaving the kitchen to get a snack ) but you instantly walk out because the last time you didn't, shit was ugly.

"hey... can we all just calm down?" tsumiki is in between toji and megumi who are constantly throwing insults and such at each other, whatever argument they were having she tries to settle it down without anyone getting injured.

"i can't when this pathetic excuse of a father can't grow the fuck up!" megumi bellows, glaring at the older man who lets out a tsk and a frown. "watch what you're saying, i'll hand down an ass whoopin' on ya."

'this seems interesting.' you sip on your boba after walking out from the kitchen, the bowl of popcorn just beside you as you ate and speculated. it was normal for the father-son duo to have their fights, usually it was fun to watch because it ended up as good entertainment for you. so in result: you have no intention in stopping them.

"no, guys, seriously..." tsumiki pleads, her hands slightly apart to try and force space between them. though her efforts were thrown out the window when in complete sync did they yell right back at tsumiki. "just mind your own business!"

'they punched her!' the boba fell from your hands and the popcorn flew, much like how tsumiki started to fall back towards the couch. it took less than a millisecond for the two to realize what the did, and they knew they were fucked.

꒰꒰ sometimes you still have nightmares about it.

꒰꒰ there are times that toji would be coming home with a woman tailing behind him, and it's somehow always when megumi and tsumiki are out.

"tadamasu." toji greets as he walks in, talking his footwear off and leaving it in front of the door. you pop your head out from the living room into the hallway of the entrance as you greet him on his return, "hokairi."

"who's the bitch?" you notice a woman who had too much make up to show her curstyass in front of you, a click of your tongue echoes through the two meter distance between you and her as you cross your arms. "who's the slut?"

"youー!" her face twists in fury, heels about to click and clack each step to get to you but is instantly stopped by the sound of toji's deep voice. "get out." the girl looks baffled by his words, face contouring into a smile full on uneasiness. "but tojiー"

"i said get out." his voice is much more prominent and demanding, sending chills down her spine as she steps back in caution. you stand here watching as the woman still refused to leave your home, in seconds did toji grab hold of her wrist and threw her out of the house ( much to the woman's displeasure ). you grin from ear to ear, running out to see her limping her way back to her rented car right beside toji. you call her out, the glare she sends your way is priceless as you stand beside your father-in-law with all the glory in the world.

"by the way, i'm his amazing daughter-in-law! and we have decided that a clown lookin' ass like you doesn't deserve the right to fuck a fushiguro!" you wink.

"yeah, yeah. get back inside, y/n. megumi 'n tsumiki 'ill be back home, don't want them nagging that our y/n got into some cat fight again." you hear toji from inside the house, walking away from your figure. you pout your cheeks out, "it's not a cat fight, it's my bad bitch moves!"

"i'll lock you out."

"this is my house!"

꒰꒰ you stopped questioning megumi and toji's cooking skills because the last time you and tsumiki let them cook dinner, they didn't just burn the eggs they were making but also trashed half the kitchen.

꒰꒰ they made an oil fire that time, and no one knows how but toji was able to get the zenin clan to pay for repairs???

꒰꒰ and apparently for the past five months the zenin clan have been paying for repairs and they didn't even know toji was using their money, well until naobito found out and busted your front door on a weekend.

"toji!" you heard the current head of the zenin's clan voice boom through your house, you also watched the white front door fly through the hallway right before your eyes after you have just watered your little cactuses. in seconds you hear the lazy voice of your father-in-law, emerging from the kitchen with a confused tsumiki. "what do you want."

"how dare you use the zenin clan's money on your mistakes!" naobito starts striding towards toji in anger, your eyes glancing over at your now open door to see naoya waving to you. you lift your waterer up in acknowledgment of his existence before snapping at naobito.

"how about your mistake?" you watch naobito grip on to the collar of toji's shirt, the look of fury engraved on his old face as he glares your way. "what?" he says, dropping toji as he complains about

"you broke my fucking door, you wrinkly ass, dusty, decaying ancient artifact. we just installed that three days ago! the zenin clan better keep paying."

꒰꒰ that door never seems to get a break

꒰꒰ the real reason why you and megumi never moved out of the house is because when you two tried, tsumiki and toji invited themselves into your house and said they were living there.

꒰꒰ your father-in-law makes hundreds of millions of yen, you'd think he'd live on his own but instead he lives with his kids.

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[savorysatori]

— 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍. ✗

paring : ushijima x f!reader x tendou.

usage of ‘she/her’ pronouns.

— synopsis : sex with your boyfriend, ushi, was always the same- sometimes even including kinks that you both were fond of, just the usual. yet, what happens when he develops a certain kink to watch his dearest friend fuck you?

content warning: dumbification, non-con, choking, filming, degradation/praise, mentions of anal, blindfolded, oral, use of pet names, sir kink, breast play, biting, dark content.

“Sluts always fall to their knees at the sight of my fingers, dear, what’s so special about you?”

It was a fantasy. That’s all, nothing else. All he did was imagine you withering underneath the touch of his friend’s grasp. It was nothing more, yet, why did he want to make it a reality?

Every glance and stare you gave him, your eyes lingering over the soiled up band-aid’s around his fingers, your thighs clenching together. Ushijima didn't understand. He only observed, watching you closely and the way you interacted with his dear friend. Watching when you purposely slid closer to him during a conversation, all in front of ushi’s eyes. Almost like you didn’t care if he was there.

Yet, here you were laying on his comforter with thin lace draped over the dewy skin of your thighs; nail marks from his rough hands. Giggles leaving your throat like you weren't just eyeing Tendou from his previous practice. It made him mad. Did you completely forget about your seductive gazes going towards Tendou with no shame?

Or were you playing dumb?

“Toshi! Toshi! That t-tickles, ah!”

His calloused palms stopped from running along the curve of your hip, coming to a pause to stare at you, uneasiness settling inside your stomach.

“Babe?-”

“Let’s play a game.” His tone was short & sharp, leaving you no room to question his sudden change of demeanor. You were used to his mood swings but, something like this didn't make you feel good. “I want to try something new, you don't mind, right?”

You shook your head no, of course, you always let your boyfriend explore new kinks because you knew he was curious. Yet, you wish you could go back and change your mind.

The tightness of the material from the ragged towel dug into the side of your cheek, easing a hiss from you. The way the rigid binds locked your arms tightly together - made a new form of excitement fill you up.

Ushijima’s palm was placed on your cheek, running the pads of his thumb against your cheek. You instantly nuzzled against it, sighing in contentment at his soft touch.

“You’ll be a good girl for me right?”

“Yes, of course.” Disobeying him wasn’t a option, you learned to always be careful what you say, especially around Ushijima.

Your shirt was long forgotten. Discarded on the tile floor, along with your bra. Harsh lips were encircled around your nipple, suckling the sensitive flesh. Grazing his teeth against your erect bud, a small hiss left your lips. He’d pull off of it, glistening salvia dripping from both swollen nipples. You’d squirm as he kneaded your soft breast; squeezing it gently and flicking your nipple occasionally to get a rile out of you.

“Ah, u-ushi..!” your nerves were going haywire, brain fuzzy and hard to understand. He’d plop a sweet kiss on your lips, savoring the taste of your chapstick. As he places both of his hands on your thighs, each finger gripping the supple flesh and spreading your legs apart; gawking in awe at your sweet cunt already drooling onto the satin sheets. Before he could finally soothe away the ache between your thighs, a voice speaks up.

“My Turn.”

The voice was low and breathy, if you leaned closer it would also sound child-like. It didn't take long for you to recognize the voice. You twisted around in the binds, squirming to try and get them off of you.

“At least let me prep her first.” nothing was coming to you, you couldn't decipher what was happening. Nothing was clicking in your brain, ‘what was happening right now?’

“Prep? You've had her for so long, I’m sure she's used to your cock now, if so - she’ll be used to mine as well.”

Tendou.

Ushijima’s hands were dusted off your thighs as he sat back, watching everything unfold.

Tendou inched closer to you, peering down at your obvious confused state, eyes creased together with a frown stretched onto your lips, how cute. He’d squeeze both your cheeks together, leaning down to whisper in a honey-like voice,

“I don’t tolerate bad girls kitten, don’t mess this up for yourself, yeah?” His words were sharp, nothing like you’ve heard before. He papped your left cheek and stood up, pleased to see you nod obediently, becoming completely powerless to him with just setting authority. “She’s a good one Toshi, make sure to keep her because if you don't, I'll just snatch her up!”

Ushi grunted as Tendou smirked, even more, turning his attention back to you and swiping a finger over your lips. “Let’s get started, yeah?”

Whatever clothes were on him were long gone, tossed onto the floor. His fingers digging into your scalp, gripping it tightly as you warm throat hugged his cock. Balls slapping against the under of your chin, spit spluttering everywhere. It was a lewd sight.

“Hey, ushi, you don’t mind if I video her do you?” He’d ask, already pulling out his phone. “Just a lil’ something for later alright sweetheart, hm.”

The way that nickname rolled of his tongue only made you want to please him more, show him how could ease all his problems away with just some oral. Your head moved on its own, your tongue rolling over the thick width of his cock head. His gaze lust-lidded, glossed over with bliss. Gathering all of your loose strands of hair in a ponytail, he’d buck his hips forward and keep the camera trained on your messy face coated in pre-cum.

“F-Fuck- keep going sweetheart, you’re doing so good for a well-trained slut.”

Tendou kept your head in place, catching everything on film as he dumps his thick cum in your mouth, covering your mouth in his semen.

“God damn— little slut knows how to swallow like a pro, aye?”

He pulled out of your mouth, his once hard cock softening to its normal state. Droplets of cum dripped from your mouth as you eagerly swallowed it up, your mouth only watering for more of his cum, for more of his cock. A whine rippled from your lips. You were so hopeless, so desperate, you needed him. Badly.

“Oh? Are ya’ horny for me? Yer’ getting off on your boyfriend’s best friend cock? You’re adorable, baby.” He held the back of your head tight, smearing the rest of his dripping cum onto your swollen lips. “Such a good girl.”

“hngh- Tendou..” your scraped knees dug into the mattress, face pushed against the sheets. You were so pretty, cunt already glistening with shiny arousal and Tendou didn't have to lift one finger, he thought you were so cute.

Ushijima would admit, and he would tell you later — you looked adorable, defenseless under Tendou. Hands restrained with eyes covered, you were weak to his gaze and his hands. Nothing could stop him from doing anything to you, nobody could step in. Not even ushi.

His red hair prickled against your cheek, his hands circling your throat and applying pressure to it slightly. “Yer’ so pretty, sweetheart, all nice and warm f’me back here.” He’d angle your head up to face the camera, the flash of light shining on your messy face. The blindfold came undone around your face and slipped off your eyes, revealing the sparkle of lust gleaming in them.

“T-Tendou, hngh.. please- I want it, so badly.” you were in need for the feeling of his cock inside you, dragging along your silky walls, easing his cock head in and out of you. You wanted it all.

“Sorry sweetheart, I only give cock to good sluts who address me as ‘sir’ anything else, and I see you as nothing but filthy.”

Sir?

The moment you parted your lips, you blurted out the word immediately.

“S-Sir! please, f-fuck—“

A cruel smile sprawled onto Tendou’s face, papping your cheek- he'd push away your thighs to lean closer, pressing asweet kiss to your cunt. His eyes holding a sadistic glint. “Maybe I should fuck this cute hole right here, just to tease ya’ and make you completely melt under me.” He’d coo, his finger pressing against your asshole. You'd twitch and nod your head. You would accept anything from him at this moment, anything to feel the veins of his cock.

You were already wet, nice, and dripping to which he didn't have to prep you. He’d switch you to where you were in a mating position, knees pressed to your chest and face peering up at him, ready to take anything he was going to give. When he sat up, your eyes traveled down to his semi-hard cock, staring in astonishment. The tip is red and bulging, veins pumping through the base — tiny drops of pre-cum leaking from the front.

“Ah, I already know you’ll welcome my cock well, pretty baby.”

Tendou leaned down eye-level, keeping contact with you as he pushed his cock into you, his eyebrows knitting together when your warmth sucked him in nice and tight. You bit your lip, eyes watering up at his size, you wondered how you even took him in.

“W-Wait- too fast.. gentle, please.” Your voice was croaky through whines, eyes twitching with tears when he sunk further into the depths of your cunt.

“Shh, you’ll like it. Just wait, baby.”

With that, he’d thrust into you, forcing his fat head past your tight ring of muscles. You’d yelp as he breached past the barrier, leaving you to babble and sob against the pillow like you did with Ushijima.

“Yer’ squeezing me so tightly, darling.” He leaned down to kiss you sloppily, saliva dripping from your chin the minute he pulled away. He’d runt his hips into you, massaging your thighs while he fucked you stupid, the noises leaving your lips filling him up with pride. “Pretty fuckin’ girl, hugging my cock so w-well, think I might cum right here.”

Shifting his hips, he held your legs up and hit your ‘sweet spot’, pounding into you quickly from then on.

“S-Sir!” Rolled off your tongue delicately, voice breaking down shortly from the immense moaning pouring from your mouth. Skin and skin smacking against each other, Tendou’s cock pulsing in your velvet walls.

“Gonna cum? Go ahead, cum for me pretty one. Show me how much you love my cock, c’mon baby - yer’ pussy is gushing all over me, might as well cum.”

His dirty words going in from one ear and going out the other, letters all jumbled up together leaving your mouth. Phrases and babbles for “Sir!” sputtering out. Your mind was in a frenzy, eyes glossed over in a dumb look. You could barely even see with your vision so blurry, everything like a bubbly blur.

Your walls tightened around him as he intensifies his pace, cock slipping in and out of you with a slum of pre-cum everywhere.

“S-Sir! ‘m gonna.. Ten-” anything coherent diminishing from your mind as soon as you came, your cum coating his cock head fully.

Beads of perception rolling down his face, Tendou slipped out from your pussy. Face all sweaty with eyes glazed over with bliss. He’d pump his cock in his hand, stroking the sensitive flesh — your pretty little pants were enough for him, his hand gripping his cock as he unleashed his cum onto your stomach.

“Pretty girl, you look so cute with my cum on your stomach.” He’d coo. Picking up his phone from behind, he snapped a picture of your body, making sure to save it for later.

“Thanks for letting me fuck your girlfriend, tosh, I'll repay the favor later.” Tendou pulled up his pants and papped your cheek like before, grinning down at you. “I���ll see you later sweet cheeks and your pretty pussy.”

Toshi’s eyes watched Tendou leave the room and your fucked out body on his bed, cum smeared on your stomach with fluids everywhere. He wouldn't lie, it was a pretty sight. At least he knew this wouldn't be the last time he fucked you, Toshi knew Tendou always wanted another turn, always wanted the cycle to continue.

[yostresswritinggirl]

It is time. This took a while but I figured I should give you guys the closure you've wanted, even tho uh it's not really a closure lmaooo. Here's the first part for the new readers!

Xiao's Personal "Chef" Travel Edition

Xiao with a Reader who is not only his Personal Chef but assistant, adventuring together

General/Preparation

A visionless chef with an adeptus by their side, going in a routeless journey together to savor the world that had once been pulled away from their grasps.

It must be the cause of the recent ressurection and defeat of the Lord of Vortex, immobilizing him once more for thousands of years. And in the window time, there would be less worries for the Qixing and Liyue Adepti to worry about. Think of it as a day-off for the Adepti, and a vacation for you.

While you carry with you no traces of elemental blessings and an enthusiasm for swordplay, the blessed Sigil of Permission given to you by your adeptus (whom claimed it was created by Rex Lapis himself before his untimely death) grants you a special connection with Xiao.

Sadly a vacation from Liyue does not mean a break from the constant voices of demons within Xiao's mind. And you've prepared him the medicine necessary to soothe his mind even if temporary, three bottles to be exact, all of which can last him several months.

He looks at you with confusion and silent question, of which you waved away because you had prepared this batch in your room in the Inn to make sure he doesn't run out of stock.

He doesn't tell you this but lately the voices had been not intrusive while he gets distracted by your presence. Like a soothing balm, to numb the effects of the pain. It's still there but not as annoying.

Your adventure or journey usually lingers around Liyue for the first parts of it, looking around the nation to enjoy the sceneries without thinking about errands or protecting the villages from impending doom.

Xiao already uh announced his indefinite leave to the other adepti beforehand, but well, when you wanted to visit their domains, which you countered was PERFECTLY safe (almighty Sigil of Permission has lots of perks) it was a very awkward time for him upon meeting them again. It was inevitable because of the energy the sensed from Xiao and your Sigil.

"Hello again, Guardian Yaksha, were you not on leave?" "Y-Yeah... we're just... passing through"

Field trip with the Adepti!!!! Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper brought you around their domains as if to test you, like Ganyu's trials, while also flexing their achievements and who has the best domain. Humans are rare, but you are a mortal who carries the last blessed Sigil and you're tamed in the ways of the adepti because of your exposure to Xiao.

Cloud Retainer not only teaches you the glory of gliding, but she also has cute and embarrassing stories of Xiao from way back! Xiao is in the background trying not to scream or rage at the ensemble in front of him-

"He really likes collecting Qingxin flowers, always bringing one whenever he comes back from his exterminations. He even offers one to Morax everytime." "Yes, yes, such flowers grow common before, right?" "Wha- (Y/N), what do you think you're writing down in that book?!"

"The devoted that carries the last essence of Morax's powers. We've heard much about you from your adeptus, it is relieving to finally put a face to your name. Tell us, child, what is it that you seek in our domain?"

They pretty much just outted that Xiao talks about you to the others, and he- he's just so done. He's either going to hide, leave the area or pull you out of the conversation before someone *coughCloudRetainercough* starts embarrassing him in front of you.

Once you've gotten the supplies you wanted to collect from Liyue's wild lands, like flowers or ores, your little party will start going further away from the familiar nation.

Comfort on the Streets

Being the chef in the party, a lot of the time, resource collection stops you short from travelling despite the many prepped ingredients you had carried with you. There's a lot of things laying around and you just couldn't let such opportunities go. Your adoptive mother Verr had taught you to indulge in your curiousities, as a mother, as a traveler, and as a cook.

Xiao takes the brute force, the frontline of being the tank and general fighter of your band. He indulges himself with unhinged strength so long as he was sure that you were perfectly safe from his own barrage of offense. You think in the back of your mind that he's enjoying the exterminations but in his mind he indulges himself with your cheers and praises after fending off some pesky slimes that strayed too close to your temporary camp.

Xiao does not need rest and barely breaks a sweat but you're quite fragile of a human being, you still need rest and consumables, things that you had the luxury of despite working in the Inn. Here you were alone to carry your own weight and care for yourself. You look up from the boiling pot that was settled over the bright campfire to see Xiao's figure coming into view, a freshly killed boar in hand as some kind of offering for your sacred stomach.

You guess now the caring isn't one-sided.

When taking things into careful detail that requires precision and undivided attention, it seems the voices of the demons and revelled gods in the depths of his mind disappears, more so under the presence of you.

So it was the perfect opportunity now that no other errands hold you back, to teach Xiao how to make the infamous Almond Tofu.

When you teach him survival he takes into consideration everything despite the bored/blank face he dons.

Oh but he still prefers your way of cooking, he can never get the same soft texture of the jelly that you easily make.

Xiao doesn't really need to eat but he's glad to be your taste-tester for the new dishes you cook from the random, probably edible, ingredients you find here and then.

The stew continued to boil with bubbles popping despite the fire under it extinguished for a while now. It was an unnamed soup you concocted from the various seafood you've gotten from the ocean paired with the meat the adeptus hunted.

It was delicious. Despite being a palette he was not used to, it was something he can stomach. And despite the different meat mixed in, the flavours didn't clash like he thought it would but instead blended the tastes quite well. Xiao hums as he sips the soup politely, tilting the bowl as he gulps down.

"It is manageable, despite your first try, I can see this being sold in one of the restaurants in Liyue Harbour-" he turns to you as he proceeds to hold out his bowl for seconds when he stopped in his tracks, eyes slightly widening a crack at the sight of tears free falling off your chin.

The spoon on your hand was slack, eyes distant yet dilated as you silently cried. When you felt the glove of his hand cup your cheek, tilting your head to make you face him, your expression cracked to that of grief melded with forced laughter. "It's... it's just like what mum used to make." You sob, and his hand wavered from its touch.

Travelling reopened old wounds. For you and for him.

Xiao doesn't NEED sleep nor does he WANT it, despite the many times you had caught him dozing off in the middle of the day during your work at the Inn. Such occasions usually meant that there was an event that needed his aid the night prior.

Your guardian yaksha usually stays up to keep watch and when you wake up, you would find him spaced out or in the brink of passing out, desperately holding himself together

But there are other times when he feels more restless and not content with just standing guard to make sure you are protected—

Those moments are when you are held in his arms, him resting against a tree and you resting against his lean chest, travel blanket laid over the both of you. When the terrain allows it, the sleeping bag would be under your bottom and legs for extra comfort.

When you can't rest, he whips out his flute to play you a soft tune hoping to lull you to sleep. If he sinks into the comfort of the mood, he'll continue playing much softer to prevent waking you up so early

But the guardian yaksha can buckle at the temptation of comfort, a humanistic desire fuelled by the assurance that in his arms you are absolutely safe-

And you two lay under the stars in peaceful slumber. Good night~

Combat-side of Travelling

Kicking the bottom shaft of the jade spear, Xiao swiftly catches it with his other hand, a small smile aimed for himself at the expert action before he raises his eyes back at you where you lay splayed on the floor. Drenched in your own sweat and desperately breathing. A long, wooden stick discarded by your side.

You pried your eyes open when the rays of the sun suddenly stopped invading through your thin eyelids, the shadow of the Yaksha looming over your form with a rare triumphant smirk. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say-"

"I told you so."

"Oh hush you!"

His soft laugh was melodic and it made you break a smile despite the exhaustion.

We've already established beforehand that Xiao is your main dps here and you're just support/utility. But you've expressed your desire to AT LEAST pick up some weight, asking the man to help you hone your weapon proficiency, even if you knew he'd decli-

He accepts. Oh. But it's not about swords sadly, it's for polearms. Since it's the weapon he uses, it's the only thing he can teach you.

Will be CONSIDERABLY gentle in training you compared to his massacres, and will be ever so patient so long as progress is made. Surprisingly, Xiao is actually a really good teacher, and you'd find his points to be precise and on the spot.

He'll be there on the side as you try to fight off a hydro slime for the first time, with the aid of your cheap spear you both from the nearest town over. If you get cornered, he'll be there to instantly swoop in. Fortunately you managed, and he gave an approving nod.

Despite his acceptance to teach he's not gonna let you fight actual threats because he doesn't wish to risk your safety. And you're still gonna be a hundred feet away as he does his job

If he ever managed to hurt you himself, it's... it's not gonna be good, not good at all for the both of you... luckily that hasn't happened! Uh, yet lol

Just admire him from afar, he looks pretty anyways, although the black particles that seem to surround him before the end of the fight

But he'll always come back to you, with a slight limp you always notice despite his attempts to hide, and you'll be there to heal him up

Like a knight to his princess? Or healer, more so

And the process rinses and repeats at your generally peaceful trip

"Oh, oh, I see it! Uuup there!"

His honey amber eyes follow where your fingers point, high and up against the cliff until he sees the glimpse of the swaying violetgrass. No orders needed to tell him what the objective is, but as you place your hand on his elbow when he was about to leap, you had different plans.

"Woohoo!" Please be careful, he shouts in his head as you rode the tides of his Anemo currents, gliding over to where the violetgrass awaits for your plucking hands. When the glider retracts as you grip the cliff face, you broke the stem of the flora. A eureka in your voice as you held it up like a treasure before pushing yourself off the cliffside.

The wind on your back was not harsh, carefully constructed and maneuvered as you seemingly float down into the arms of the awaiting Yaksha, as per routine of your retrieval, "Thank you!"

"Is it in good condition?" It didn't bother you that he has yet to put you down, nodding with a grin as you gently waved the perfectly grown violetgrass in your hand. Satisfied, he turns around to go back to your route when

golden, brown and white silhouettes entered your peripherals among the turn.

"Eh?"

"Ah?"

"Traveler, Paimon and Zhongli?"

"Well, it is the most intriguing that we meet again this far out and in such a circumstance, Xiao and (Y/N)."

Party gained 2 ½ members!

I noticed upon writing that after you started travelling with Xiao, the formality in your tone of speaking started to dissipate. Easing into the comforts of your relationship with him, Xiao is relieved.

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Amoreena | Chapter Three

Chapter Three

summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers

word count: 2.8k

from the beginning <3

Y/N set him up with a pair of her father's old pyjamas, giving him a spare room to sleep in for the night instead of the couch, she figured he'd need privacy in the morning and not a 7-year-old attacking him at the crack of dawn. He was so grateful for their day together, hugging her goodnight and slipping away into the room to think about everything.

He took a moment to just sit on the bed, looking around at how she decorated. It was pretty plain, just a bed and some light green walls. Books gaining dust in the corner, clothes and blankets folded on top of the dresser against the wall, the only personality was the photo on the night table and the quilt on the bed.

There was a reason it wasn’t used anymore. The photo on the table was of her grandparent's wedding, it was black and white and older than him. They looked happy and in love, her grandmother was a spitting image of her, no wonder they were so close.

It made him feel a little emotional to know he was in this room. The memories it had with her, the connection to her grandma that she clearly wanted to keep. Otherwise, this room would be used for something other than housing the man they met at the park for a single night.

She was trusting him in this space, leaving him alone for the night to deal with his brain on hyperdrive, giving him the opportunity to stare at the ceiling as he remembered the day in glorious detail.

Drifting off into a peaceful slumber quicker than he figured he would.

—

He awoke to the feeling of someone holding his face, the soft touch of flesh on his cheeks. He fluttered his eyes open into the early morning sunshine, “good morning cutie,” Y/N whispered.

“Am I dead?”

She smiles as she laughs, leaning down to press her forehead against his shoulder, he wraps his arms around her on instinct, holding her as close as the night before.

“You looked like an angel,” he whispers an explanation.

She pulled back then, returning her hand to his face as she looked at him, “you’re beautiful in the mornings too.”

“What time is it?”

“7:30,” she confirmed with a small smile. “Amoreena is feeding the baby goats with her poppy, she’ll be in for breakfast in a few minutes if you want some cereal. My grandpa’s stuff is in the closet if you wanted something cozy, it’s a foggy one out there.”

He was so in love with her at that moment, nothing but happiness and wonderful words left her mouth. She was more euphoric to him than any drug, rushing more serotonin to his brain than any one-night stand managed to do, and he hasn’t even kissed her yet.

He noticed then she was in her pyjamas, a cute nightgown like his own mother would wear when he was a kid. Cows jumping over the moon displayed on the chest, it was adorable. She was everything to him.

“I’ll see you downstairs?” She says as she stands, removing her hand from his face as her fingers lingers on his skin, he didn’t want her to leave.

“Yeah,” he smiled, watching her leave as he sat up.

He put his slacks back on making sure he had his lactose pills in the pocket, a red sweater from the closet and a brown ranch hat. Wanting to fit the part of Farmhand while he was with them, and to see if it would make Amoreena laugh at him.

He kept a travel toothbrush in his satchel for times when he was sleeping in places he didn’t belong. Using the bathroom and making himself look as presentable as possible, he really, really wanted them to like him enough to keep him around.

Y/N was packing Amoreena’s lunch in the kitchen when he finally wandered in, taking a moment to look at what he was wearing. She smiled at him, placing her hand on her heart, “My grandpa loved that hat, you look great.”

“Thank you,” he says softly as he takes a seat at the counter, watching her carefully cut the crust off a sandwich.

She has a special sandwich cutter, pressing it into the bread and revealing the two dinosaur-shaped halves. Putting them in a little baggie and adding them to her pile of healthy snacks in Amoreena's lunch box.

“You’re the best mother,” the compliment rolling off his tongue without his permission.

She blushed lightly, “thank you, I try.”

Like a herd of elephants, Amoreena was running up the porch steps and swinging the door open, causing the chimes to bang off the wood before it eventually smacked the house.

“Gentle!” Y/N called down the hallway, “don’t get mud on the floor.”

Amoreena took her boots off neatly, hanging up her coat and cowboy hat before joining Spencer at the counter. “Good morning, Spencer!”

“How’s the kingdom this morning?” He asks out of pure curiosity, greeted with the purest response from her.

Amoreena’s eyes lit up like she didn’t expect him to believe in her fantasy world. What she didn't know was how easy it was for him to call this the kingdom, a far off land of true freedom and happiness. It was a little perfect world that didn’t feel real to him yet.

“It’s great, you’re so nice,” she sighed, laying her head on the counter. “Can I have some lucky charms?”

Y/N smiled, “sure, you know where all the bowls are big kid.”

Amoreena stormed around the kitchen, pulling out two bowls and spoons, not asking if Spencer wanted any but placing a bowl in front of him any way. “You need breakfast, it’s important.”

“Of course, Lady Amoreena,” he said softly, digging the pill from his pocket and placing it on the placemat. “Can I have something to drink?”

“Orange or apple?” Y/N smiled, opening the fridge door and waiting for his choice.

“Orange, please.”

“See,” Y/N looked at Amoreena, “even adults use manners.”

It made him laugh as she rolled her eyes at her mother with a fake sigh. It was nice to see that they had a mutual respect that was strong enough to play around like that, It was admirable to see them be friends, not just family.

“I’m going to get changed for the day,” Y/N announced then as Amoreena got situated back at the counter. “Be good, shout for me if you need me.”

Then it was just him and Amoreena eating cereal in silence.

She picked out all the marshmallows first, eating them before the cereal, and then finally drinking all the milk from the bowl, he has never seen a kid eat that fast.

“Was it good?” He laughed to himself, watching her wipe her mouth on her pyjama sleeve.

“The best,” she smiled back at him. “Are you going to be here a lot?”

“I don’t know yet,” he was honest. “But I’d like to be.”

“It would be nice, I've never had a dad,” she said it like it was nothing. Like the weight of the words weren’t supposed to knock the wind out of him.

“You know,” he speaks before he even thinks it over. “I never had a dad either, my mom raised me all by herself. She's my best friend in the whole world, she is the reason I love books and why I love the world, you’re lucky to have someone who has a heart big enough to love you for both parents.”

“You’re lucky too then,” she smiled back. “But you’d still make a good dad regardless.”

“Thanks,” he whispered, smiling softly as she put her bowl away and ran up the stairs.

—

Amoreena gave him a big hug at the bus stop, waving to him from the window as he stood with Y/N at the end of the driveway, his phone non-stop vibrating in his back pocket trying to take him away from the most perfect moment in his whole existence.

He finally looked at it when the bus pulled away, 8 texts from Penelope and 4 calls from Derek. It looks like they all knew he quit, and they want to see if he was okay. He sighs, putting his phone back in his pocket, taking Y/N’s hand instead, walking back to her house.

“I called to take the day off when I was changing, told them Amoreena got me sick,” she says lightly as she bumps her shoulder into his.

She was now wearing a light green sundress, it flows in the breeze as she walks, stepping in front of him to skip lightly, twirling around as they walk, she makes him smile uncontrollably. Then she’s letting go of his hand and running off into the field, Spencer chasing after her cautiously. Rubber soles of his shoes slipping on the dewy grass as he follows.

There’s an open field behind the barn, cows wandering around the far edges as the fog starts to settle its war with the sunshine. She stops then, catching her breath and waiting for Spencer with an arm out for him to walk into her embrace.

Holding him in the sunshine in the middle of her kingdom.

“Whatever the light touches is yours,” she whispered the words from the lion king, “If you’d like to be mine?”

He wanted to answer, but his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing against her hip. She reaches into his pocket and takes the phone out, answering it without breaking eye contact.

“Ex fed, Spencer Reid’s phone,” she smiled.

“who is this?” A males voice asked.

“Spencer’s girlfriend,” she answered, “he’s fine. If you’d like to see for yourself and join us for tea in the garden?”

“Um, sure, you’re at some farm right?”

She looked at Spencer confused, “yes?”

“We’re pulling up now.”

“What?” Y/N turned around as she noticed the line went dead, a car rolling down the driveway and following the path all the way towards the barn.

“FBI remember,” he laughed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she leaned in and kissed him softly, he held her there for a moment, knowing his friends would be staring at the display of affection they were putting on.

He almost wished he could have seen it from their point of view. How she pulled him in, dipping under his hat, holding his cheeks in her hands as she pressed her lips to his softly. The view behind them was impeccable, the fields of wheat blowing in the early sunlight as he held her hips.

When she pulled away he could swear he saw a halo around her head, smiling at him with love in her eyes, matching his own. He pushed his hat up as he rested his forehead on hers, “I’ll be yours.”

“I figured,” she smiled, taking his hand and walking with him towards his friends.

“Hi,” he waved at them.

“What has happened in the last week since we’ve spoken?” Derek didn’t skip a beat, holding his arms out as he shook his head.

Penelope rushed around the car towards him, “why did you quit?”

“I’ll go put on some tea, meet me out back?” Y/N said softly, tapping his shoulder as she slipped out of his grasp and passed them all.

“I can’t do it anymore and you know why,” Spencer whispers. “I’m done, Derek, I need a life, a family, something to make me actually want to get up in the morning before I whiter away to nothing.”

“Okay,” he nods, reaching out to pull him into a hug, “you deserve that.”

Penelope hugged him too, the both of them wrapping their arms around him in the middle of Y/N’s land, he knew they’d understand. He just wish they all didn’t have to feel like this, like he was letting them down.

“Come on, you’re going to love Y/N,” he changed the subject, fixing his hat again as Derek laughed at him.

“Since when did you want to be a farmer?” Penelope teased him.

“Cowboys are like FBI agents right?” He smiles, leading them towards Y/N’s backyard. “Um, seriously though, I met her at the park on Saturday.”

“It’s Monday…” Derek added in a concerned tone.

“I know, it’s insane but we’re both tired of waiting for the right time, so we’re making it the right time, she has a kid and a life and she works at a library, she’s calm and beautiful and everything I need,” Spencer explains, stopping abruptly so that Y/N wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Fuck it, y’know?”

Derek’s face lit up, Penelope shook his arm as she giggled, “yes! I support this, fuck it and be happy.”

“Way to go pretty boy,” Derek patted his back, “I always knew you’d do it.”

It was nice to introduce them, Y/N sat close to Spencer as she learned all about the last 15 years of his life. Funny stories like the time they scared him in the dark at a crime scene, how nervous he used to be, even showing Y/N photos of him from over the years with the weirdest haircuts, she couldn't believe how cute he used to be. Gushing to his friends about how perfect their weekend together had been so far.

He got to know her more than too, learning with Penelope and Derek as she shared parts of her life. She was only 35, she actually has 7 siblings who have so far produced 4 nephews and 11 nieces for her, Amoreena being the oldest of the bunch. She’s lived here since she was a baby, born in the room she sleeps in actually.

Her whole life existed in this kingdom full of love and life. She had a huge family and enough love to keep it growing forever, it was her perfect world and now it’s his too.

It was the best morning of his life, watching his best friends and the women he knew was going to become the love of his life, mingle so gleefully. They were all free now, living in the real world where things were good and happy.

He wanted to stay there forever, but they decided to head out around 9:30, leaving Spencer and Y/N alone in the backyard finally. He turned his phone off then, tossing it onto the table and pulling her into his lap.

“I think we need to talk about this,” he said softly.

“About what?”

“How it’ll work, the rules for me being around Amoreena, I don’t want to jump right into stepdad mode and piss you off or be too distant and make you think I don’t want to be here,” he worried out loud. Giving her a glimpse into his mind and how it worked.

“I don’t mind you falling into the role of her father, you are a lot like Steven,” she looked at him softly as she spoke, her fingers trailing along his jaw lightly.

“Her father?”

“I tell people that yeah, but I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, not a care in the world about who he really was.

“You’re a literal ray of sunshine,” the words fell from his tongue.

“I don’t like being unhappy, so I choose not to be,” she admits, biting the inside of her cheek as she smiled at him. “And I think I’d be the happiest with you.”

“I'm glad you feel it too,” he whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers again, softly as the first time.

“I’m also scared,” her words touch his lips ever so softly, “I’ve already lost too many people, please don’t leave me.”

“My girlfriend died in front of me,” the words are harsher than he expected them to be. but she had to know that he understood. Loving someone, planning a life with them, and watching them get ripped out of existence is the hardest thing someone could recover from, but they were doing it.

She pauses, “so you know what it’s like?”

He can only nod, “I understand wanting to keep something special and safe and failing.”

“Seconds are just as good as firsts," she whispers, leaning in close enough to kiss him. Resting her forehead against his, "if not better because you value what it can become.”

“I’m falling in love with you,” he announces without a second thought.

“Good,” she finally kisses him, resting her lips against his lightly before speaking again, "because I think I fell in love with you a few days ago."

He can't help but kiss her again and again, holding her in his lap as he spread kisses over her face. Her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, the tip of her nose, both eyelids and finally her perfect lips. It's soft and gentle like the first one, holding him softly as their lips brushed together.

Kissing in the sunshine for as long as they wanted without a single distraction or care in the world. She was exceptional, her life was perfect, he was so unbelievably happy to be sharing it with her. To be granted access to the happiest place on earth, his own little slice of Heaven with the two angels that kept it running.

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