#HIS HAIR LOOKS SO SOFT. I NEED TO POINT THIS OUT. MAYBE I WANNA RUN MY HANDS THROUGH IT WHO KNOWS. I'M GAY
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I saw requests were open and Iâve literally never sent in a request but you writing is so good I had to
Idk maybe minding x reader if youâre ok with that
Or nerd bang Chan with those glasses bro he looks so good haha
Or virgin reader n Lee know
Whatever one you think would be interesting or feel comfortable writing no pressure you obv donât have to do any đ«¶
Fem reader x gamer!Bangchan
Synopsis: Bangchan is your nerd gamer boyfriend, he is the most lovesick and clingy person you know, especially when he feels frustrated after losing at video games.
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: đ, mdni, smut and fluff, pussy eating, vaginal sex, adult language, and bangchan with glasses.
Note: uhmâŠmeow
Bangchan is in your shared bedroom playing video games, but at some point he loses the match and with a frustrated look he lets out a loud sigh, his hand slowly moving up to grip the back of his chair.
He feels annoyed and irritated from his loss since his rank has been dropping lately. A part of him wanted to scream in frustration, his eyes slowly moving over to the bed where he sees you napping peacefully.
Your boyfriend lets out another deep sigh, but his mood beginning to soften as he gazes at your sleeping form.
Standing up from his chair, he quietly approaches the bed, his footsteps soft and careful to not wake you up yet. He sits down on the edge of the bed, his eyes still fixated on you as he studies every feature of your face. A small smile appears on his face as he slowly reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and tender.
You move and open your eyes âchannie..? Everythingâs ok, babe?â You ask rubbing your sleepy eyes.
Bangchan hesitates silently for a moment, contemplating if he should ask you for something. But in the end, his need gets the better of him as he finally decides to open his mouth and speak âActually..can I ask you for a favor?â, his eyes moving to the ground for a moment before glancing back to you, curious about your response.
âOf courseâŠâ you mumble a little.
âI..really need to let my frustration out after losing at that fucking video games...â your boyfriend says, his voice soft and hesitant as he looks down for a moment, his hand slightly clenching. He can slowly feel the annoyance he once felt from his loss slowly creep up. Bangchan slowly looks back into your eyes, almost as if silently asking permission.
You smiles and raises the bed sheets âcome hereâŠâ.
A soft, shaky breath leaves his lips as he slowly scoots over to you. Pushing the sheets aside, Chan crawls on top of your body, trapping you between his arms on either side of your head "You..you really donât mind..?â.
You just nods with anticipation.
A shiver runs down his spine at your response, his need and want for you starting to take over his mind. His eyes slowly scan over your face before moving down to your neck.
Your boyfriend slowly leans down, placing a soft kiss on your neck before moving up to your ear, his breath warm against your sensitive skin âIâm gonna let it outâŠand itâs all your faultâŠâ.
You giggle âmy fault, babe? What are you talking about?â.
He lightly bites your ear as he continues to leave kisses along your neck. He lets out a small chuckle, his hot breath sending chills over your skin âMhm..Itâs your fault for looking so damn cute, for looking so damn gorgeous, and for being so damn sweet to meâŠif you knew what you do to me..â.
You just look at him with a sincere smile.
Chan slowly pulls away from your neck, his eyes locking with yours. He can feel the need inside him quickly intensifying, a hint of possessiveness and desire slowly growing in his eyes âI need you so badly..â he says with a low, almost hoarse voice before softly capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
You kiss him back âyou need me, babe? wanna make you feel goodâ.
A soft hum comes out of your boyfriend mouth, the feeling of you kissing him back and your words sending a wave of pleasure through his body. His hand continues to slowly move down your stomach before it suddenly stops, grabbing the hem of your shirt and slowly starts to pull it up slowly âYou have no idea..how badly I need you right now..â he says.
âJust let it outâŠI want you tooâ you reassure him.
His breath hitches at your words, the possessive and dominant side of him starting to take full control. BAngchan nods, a hint of a growl in his tone as his eyes darkened with desire âBabe, you have no idea..how badly youâre mine right nowâŠhow badly I want to dominate, to claim, to mark you as mineâŠare you okay with that..?â He asks gently.
You start to blush because of his words, you love when he is like this.
His hands slowly pulling your shirt over and off in one swift motion. Your boyfriend quickly tosses the shirt onto the ground before slowly moving in to kiss and bite your neck once again, leaving small marks as his hand starts to move to the hem of your shorts âThen youâre mine, all mine..no one else can see you like this... this side of you is only for me, understand...?" he asks in a deep, dark voice, his lips still against your neck, as he slowly starts to pull down your shorts. Once they were off, Chan moves in between your legs, his body now on top of you.
You smile a little watching the bulge into his sweatpants âdamn baby u are already hardâ.
He smiles in response, chuckling at her words. His body was already beginning to react to you, the heat between his legs growing more and more with every second passing by.
Your boyfriend slowly moves his hips forward a little bit, pressing his dick onto yo just a bit more as a small soft moan escaped his lips, "What can I say...I was already hard the moment I saw you".
You just chuckle, he is always been impatient, âyes, babe?â.
He nodded, a small amused smile on his lips as he watched her chuckle. Chan presses a little more into her, a small shiver going through his body. His hands slowly slide up and down her stomach in a gentle caress, his touch light and intimate "Mhm...l couldn't help it. Not when my girl just looked so damn good, even when she laid there trying to take a nap...".
You canât help but smirk, starting to lower his pants and boxer, his pink tip is already wet with precum; You smile with anticipation and caress his tip, you always loved doing it and seeing his reaction.
A soft moan escapes his lips as soon your hand touches his length. His eyes close for a moment as his body shivered in pleasure.
"F-fuck...don't tease me like that... not when I'm on the edge of just taking you right here right now...".
Your boyfriend takes a moment to gather himself, his eyes opening to look back down at you.
His hand slowly moves down her body, caressing her skin softly "I'm the only one who gets to touch you like this, to mark you, to claim you, to make you mine in every way possible...".
You squirm when he starts to rub your clit.
A wave of pleasure washes over him as he feels how badly you want him just from his touch "Look at you...so needy and desperate just from my touch. This is what I was waiting for, to see you this under meâ
âC-chanâ you whine.
The sight of you so needy and desperate just for him makes his heart race. His hand continues to rub your swollen clit, his touch purposeful and precise.
âC-chan I want more-â you whine.
A small chuckle leaves bangchanâs lips at your plea. He leans close to your ear again, his voice low and dark as he spoke against your skin "You know...you're gonna have to be patient, babe.â.
He slowly moves his hand away from your wet pussy, bringing it up to gently caress your face softly as he continues to speak
"I'm gonna take my time with you tonight... make you moan and scream my name so much you'll lose your voice.â.
You laugh a little giving him a quick kiss âmy favorite nerd wants to worship meâ
Your boyfriend returns the kiss, his lips molding with yours in a perfect fit. The title of "nerd" never got old to him "Babe...you know I'm your nerd, and that I love to worship you".
âYou are only mineâŠâ you speak with a soft voice.
"Damn right I'm only yours. No one else's".
Your boyfriendâs lips continuing their path downwards, slowly kissing and tasting everv inch of you.
"I want to taste every part of you, claim you as mine..."
An idea pops to your mind âMhh I like your plan, what do you think about using those sweet lips of yours in a different way?â
Chan slowly pulls away from your neck, a small smile appearing on his lips a he looks back at you "And what exactly would you like me to use those sweet lips of mine on, eh?â.
âOh, You know what I wantâŠnerdâ you tease him.
"Mhm...so desperate to have my mouth on you... is that what you want?".
âOf course, what you think?â You giggle.
He slowly moves down your body, his lips leaving a trail of small kisses as they go. He gets in between your legs, taking a moment to look up at her and admire the view. Seeing you this desperate and in need of him, just for him, is enough to send a shiver of pleasure through him "You're so damn beautiful like this, babe".
You just smile and fix his glasses âso cute babeâ
Your boyfriend lets out a small chuckle, his smile widening a bit more as you suddenly fix his glasses. Only you would do that in such a situation and have him feel not even an ounce of annoyance "You're calling me cute when Iâm right in front of your pussy?â
You canât help but let out a chuckle mocking him âI love when your face is between my legs like this, Iâm dead seriousâ
Bangchan hums in agreement, his face mere inches away from your wet cunt.
You gently tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him closer.
He lets out a soft gasp, your touch, no matter how gentle, is more than enough for him to get even more in the mood.
He slowly moves in, his lips just barely touching your skin as he leaves soft, feather-like kisses and his hands slowly move to your hips, his nails digging into your skin a bit as his lips slowly slide closer to your swollen clit.
Your boyfriend can feel how much your squirming under him, eager in anticipation of what's to come.
You moan lightly pulling him more closer.
He finally gives in, his lips and tongue touching your clit âMhm...so impatientâ.
You whimper loudly âf-fuck chan-â you curse.
He moans softly against your skin as he finally tastes you, his lips and tongue slowly exploring your cunt, enjoying the way you squirm and whimper under him, all needy for his touch.
"You taste so good, babe...l swear I could spend all day just savoring you like this..."
Chan continues to slowly runs his tongue over her skin, his lips and tongue taking their time to savor every inch of you and, his hold on your hips getting tighter as you pull his hair.
"God, I love it when you get desperate for me like this, babe... you look so damn gorgeous like this, all needy and wanting me so badly..." he praises you more.
You close your eyes âgod- channie...â you are lost in pleasure. Far from reality.
He slowly starts to speed up his movements, his lips and tongue moving more quickly over her, trying to taste every inch he can since he can't get enough of you.
You are so drawn in the moment that you donât want him to stop.
Your boyfriend pulls away for a moment to look up at you, a small satisfied smirk on his lips as he sees the state she's in.
"God, look at you, babe...you're such a whiney mess, cause you need me that badly...".
You nod in agreement still with your eyes close â...c-channie...m closeâ you admit.
"Mhm, you close, babe? You gonna give me what I want?" Bangchan teases "Mhm, since you are so sweet, I'll let you let come for meâ.
After a few moments you canât take it anymore, your legs start shaking a little and you come undone.
He moans feeling you coming for him, that makes him feel a shiver of pleasure as he slowly moves back up to look at her.
"Mhmm, you're so damn gorgeous when you come, seeing you like that, all shaking and moaning, just for me, itâs so fucking sexyâ your boyfriend chuckles softly, his breath still coming out in pants as he gazes down at you.
He's still need to fuck you, to claim you as his even more than before, but right now he wants to watch you all pleased and satisfied after coming.
Despite the orgasm you want more, you want to make him feel good, honestly.
"Mhmm, want more, do you, babe?
You want me to take you once more, make you mine all over again?".
You just nod, with a smirk on your face as you start teasing him âyou are such a naughty nerd, you know that, right?â
Chan chuckles softly, the sound low and sultry as he moves even closer to you, his lips hovering only millimeters away from your neck "Iâm your naughty nerd, babe. Only yours. No one else can have me like this, just you. No one knows me as well as you do... only you can make me feel this way, get me all feral and desperate for you like this"
You laugh a little âYou seem so calm and shy but you are such a-â.
"Oh? I seem calm and shy, do I?
Well, I guess that's only with other people, not with you...you bring out a whole other side of me, a side that's possessive and feral and completely addicted to you" he admits.
You are going insane âI'm also addicted to you, chanâ.
Your boyfriend slowly smiles, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest at your words.
The thought of you being just as addict to him as he is to you makes him feel more possessive than ever before.
"Babe, I want to claim you again as mine, over and over again, until our bodies and minds are too exhausted for even me to want more" he speaks in a soft tone.
You just take the chance and mock him âyou think you can take me till I'm a leaking with your cum?â.
A low, deep groan leaves Chanâs lips at your mockery as he looks down at you with a smirk âyou think I can't? You really think my stamina isn't up to the task of making you a dripping mess by the end, babe?" he groans against your skin, slightly nibbling on it âwell, I'll take that challenge..."
You start to rub his tip against you as he groans, the sensation of you touching him making it hard for him to think straight, the need for her growing stronger with every second âcanât take it anymore, I need youâ
Your boyfriend press his hard cock on your cunt, sliding into you slowly, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him, his breath coming out in heavy pants as he tries to keep control of himself "F-fuck...you feel so tight around me, Iâm going to fuck you dumbâ.
âGod- ChanâŠâ you whimper loudly taking him so well.
Bangchan moans slightly at the sound of his name leaving her lips, hearing it when you are together like this is quickly becoming his favorite sound in the world "you feel so amazing, babe, l swear that pulling out from your pretty cunt is the last thing I want to do".
You are fully drawn in to his deep movement that make you arches your back and moan.
His hands grips your hips and his fingers starts to dig into your skin from the pleasure "F-fuck, you don't know what you do to me when you look like that, l can't even think straight when you're so goddamn perfect"
âYou- you feel so good inside me, babeâ you mumble so cock drunk.
Chanâs mind feels like it's becoming more and more undone as he hears your words and the way you look, feel and sounds are driving him wild.
You kiss him in a sloppy way, trying so hard to compose yourself; You clench your legs around his waist to keep you still.
He groans as you cling to him, holding him closer, the feeling of you wrapping yourself around him makes his body burn with desire, only fueling his heat for you.
â Iâm so-so close channieâŠâ you speak in a whisper.
Your boyfriend hears your words, knowing you are close to your climax, and it only makes his mind more clouded with the need to make you completely come undone beneath him âshit, babe, you're gonna give me what I want?" And before he can finish his sentence you come undone, Your mind fuzzy from the orgasm making impossible for you to say anything.
Feeling and hearing you come is driving him even closer to his own release as he lets out a deep, rough groan.
Your walls tightening on his cock are his breaking point, his body completely going over the edge as he comes, groaning your name like itâs the only word he knows.
"F-fuck, y-you're amazing- god...I swear, you're gonna kill me one dayâ
After a few minutes of shaking breaths you try to move from under him, but Chan chuckle, grabbing onto your hips to drag you back to him âwhere are you going, babe? Iâm not done with you yet, remember the challenge?â
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Having thoughts about age gap au Gale hiding an injury/illness from John because his dad always made him feel like a burden and that hurt was deserved đ and John losing his mind but trying not to show it as he takes care of Gale, or maybe he doesn't get to because Gale has to go to the hospital and John gets the call while he's at work </3 these boys can fit so much whump and trauma and comfort
ughhhh yes putting Gale into the whump blender again :(( I want to traumatize this boy forever that is my lot in life
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Gale knew to never show weakness. It's what he was taught from an incredibly young age, weakness meant you could be picked from the crowd, weakness meant that you weren't good enough.
There was a lot of things Gale's father viewed as a weakness. Being sick, scraping your knees, getting hurt and you better not think about crying because at that point you'd be better off dead anyway. Gale learned to hide it whenever he got sick, to lick his wounds in solitude, and to never, ever, ask for help or pity.
So Gale didn't even flinch when he woke up with a 102 degree fever. He's lived through worse, no need to be a baby about it. He got ready for his classes like normal, kissed John goodbye, and waved off his looks of concern when John pressed his cheek to Gales forehead, fretted about him running hot. Gale was fine, he didn't need John's help.
He was able to get through his first class without many problems, he felt waves of nausea periodically and some bouts of lightheadedness, but Gale wasn't going to let that take him down. His second class was a little worse, his hands quivered when he tried to write and the nausea stayed, no longer ebbing in and out in waves.
Gale passes out around lunchtime, Marge by his side and all he can really hear is her anxious fretting, calls of his name and yelling at someone to phone the hospital. He remembers weakly trying to push her off, says he's fine, but Marge tells him to shut the fuck up, he's going to the damn hospital. He doesn't remember much after that.
He wakes up to the soft beeping of a heart monitor, the bright fluorescent lights of a hospital room and he groans. Gale shouldn't be here. He's taking up the space that someone else needs more, he doesn't deserve the time or energy that people are wasting on him. He doesn't get to dwell too much before John is quickly at his side, taking his hand and pushing his hair back. His lips press into a thin line, palm pressing against the sure heat that Gale gives off.
"Baby? Are you okay? God Marge told me you collapsed and I left work immediately. Fuck Gale you should have told me you weren't feeling good," John frets and Gale just shakes his head weakly.
"I'm fine, John. I'm good, you didn't need to leave work just for me. When are they gonna let me out?" Gale asks and his voice is hoarse.
John's brow furrows and his expression grows stern.
"Gale, no, you're not fine. You have a 103 degree fever and you're shaking like a damn leaf. I'm not gonna stay at work when I know you're sick," John says and Gale can feel another wave of nausea that isn't caused by the sickness.
Gale turns his head against the pillow, avoiding John's gaze and he can feel his eyes well up. No, no, he can't cry. Crying is the worst thing he could do right now. But the tears come anyway, streaming down his face steadily and John rushes down to wipe them away, fretting all over again.
"Hey, hey, baby, Gale, come on don't cry. It's okay, I'm not mad I swear. You should have just told me you weren't feeling well, I could have helped, then maybe you wouldn't have fainted," John says, a firm thumb brushing away the tears that stream down his face and Gale shakes his head.
"Don't... don't wanna be a burden," Gale manages to choke and John shushes him and forces Gale's head to turn towards him.
John's face is both soft and firm, his eyes filled with emotion that's both frustration and affection. Gale hates how worried he looks, just because Gale's a little bit sick.
"Gale, you will never be a burden to me. I promised your mama I would protect you, and I promised you the same. I love you, Gale, and if it takes me dropping everything for you to understand how much you mean to me, I'll do it in a heartbeat," John says, cupping Gale's face with both of his hands.
Gale squeezes his eyes shut because he knows if he looks at John anymore he'll just ugly sob, grabs John's wrist and nuzzles his soaked face into it, gasps and chokes as he continues to sob, John shushing him and bringing him in closer until their foreheads are pressed together, breathing heavily against his face.
"I swear, Gale, you are not a burden. You are my everything, doll, my everything," John whispers, and Gale can only nod, finally allowing himself to melt into the sheets, letting himself feel fatigued and exhausted and sick because John is letting him, allowing him to let go.
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hi hi itâs me again!! (yes Iâm the nonnie w/the stalker request + âmy friend thinks ur cuteâ request :3) Iâm here to request again!! reckless!reader with jjk men (yuta n Megumi yk the deal đđ) + bonus points if reader hides their injuries too! maybe reader was on a mission; got injured and didnât tell jjk men, or reader was playing around on a frozen lake not giving af and it begins to crack, or reader straight up doesnât look both ways while crossing the street n act like they have 9 lives (yuta ptsd fr đ), or anything you wanna come up with :3 do what you like!
HIDING YOUR INJURIES FROM THEM?
featuring: gojo satoru. fushiguro megumi. yuuta okkotsu. itadori yuuji.
n. i sure know the deal my beloved meguyuta nonnie (imma call u dat instead). i decided to go with the first idea of yours, i hope thatâs okay!
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. you returned from a challenging mission, your body aching with every step. despite the pain gnawing at you, you plastered on a smile as you entered the room where megumi was waiting. he looked up, concern etched across his features.
fushiguro megumi has the term âworryâ in his vocabulary. he immediately called out, "youâŠâ without saying any âheyâs or âhiâs, you were able to cut him off with your response.Â
"it went alright, just a few scrapes," you replied, trying to downplay the severity of your injuries
but megumi wasn't fooled. his brows furrowed as he approached you, his eyes scanning your form. âyouâre lying,â megumi grabbed your wrist firmly as he looked straight into your eyes. "those 'scrapes' look more like serious wounds," he said, you could literally hear him edged with frustration.
you swallowed, guilt creeping into your chest. "iâm fine," you confessed, avoiding his gaze and breaking free from his grip.
megumi sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "you're injured, and youâre still trying to hide it from me? seriously?" he scolded, frustration becoming more evident.
âfine then.â
he looked away, and you felt a twinge of regret at the way he responded. but then there was a change in his attitude. as he reached for the first aid kit, his demeanor softened and his irritation vanished. silently, he whispered, "let's get you patched up," megumiâs voice was soft yet stiff.
as he tended to your wounds in silence, the tension in the room dissipated. his touch was tender, his movements careful as he bandaged your injuries. when he finished, he looked up, green pupils meeting yours.
"you make me worry, you know that?"Â
ITADORI YUUJI. you stumbled through the door, trying to hide the wince as pain shot through your side. itadori was waiting, his eyes lighting up as he saw you, but then furrowing with concern as he noticed your slight limp.
"baby, you're back! how did it go?" he asked.
you forced a smile, trying to brush off the pain. "good, thank god it was just a second grade curse," you replied, hoping he wouldn't see through your facade.
your boyfriend, though, remained unconvinced. "are you sure you're alright? youâre limping.â
you hesitated, but his genuine concern melted away your resolve. you felt bad for keeping it from him, but at last you said, "well, there might be a small injury, but it's nothing serious."Â
instantly, itadori's expression softened, and he wrapped you in a tight hug that made you let out a small ouch. "don't hide these things from me," his breath warm against your ear. âlet me help you tend your injuries, baby. do you need shoko or just an aid kit?â
GOJO SATORU. the mission had been tougher than anticipated, but you knew gojo would worry if he saw how badly you were hurt. so you played pretend and hoped it would be enough. gojo was lounging on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, his usual smirk playing on his lips. his eyes, hidden behind his pitch black glasses, seemed to twinkle as he looked up at you. "oi, you're back earlier than i expected."
you nodded, keeping your movements slow and controlled. "yeah, managed to wrap things up quicker than i thought." he tilted his head, a curious glint in his eye. "really? no trouble at all?"
"none," you lied, forcing a laugh. "just the usual."
gojo's smile faltered, just for a second, but you caught it. he stood up and sauntered over to you, his gaze never leaving your face. "hey, you know," he began, voice dropping to a lower, more serious tone, "i can see right through you, babe. you're hurt."
"i'm okay, satoru. really."
he reached out, gently but firmly taking your arm. "don't lie to me." his fingers brushed against a particularly sore spot, and you winced despite yourself. âlook?â
"satoru, i didn't want you to worryâïżœïżœ
he cut you off, his grip tightening just enough to keep you still without causing more pain. "hm, too late for that, baby," he said with a mix of irritation and concern. "let me take care of you."
you sighed, realizing there was no point in hiding it anymore. "okay, but just... be gentle, alright?"
he led you to the couch, his touch surprisingly tender as he helped you sit down. "i'm always gentle," he teased, but his eyes were serious as he examined your injuries. "you should've told me right away."
YUUTA OKKOTSU. he eyed you for a moment, his smile fading slightly. "babe, you alright? you seem a bit... off."
"just tired. it's been a long day." you waved a hand dismissively, nothing to worry, you wanted to tell him that.
yet, yuuta's gaze still lingered on you, eyes narrowing slightly. "alright," he said slowly, "if you say so."
you made your way to the bathroom, trying to move naturally despite the pain. you thought you had managed to convince him, but as you stood in front of the stall, trying to remove your clothes without aggravating your injuries, the man appeared in the doorway.
"let me help you with that," he said softly, moving to stand beside you.
you blinked, surprised. "yuuta, really, i'm fine. you don't have toââ" then he gently took your hand, eyes full of concern. "please, let me help you tend your wounds, babe.â
thinking again, you hadn't said anything about being hurt, but somehow he knew. "how did you..â
your boyfriend smiled faintly. "i could tell. i know you too well." his fingers brushed lightly over a bruise that was starting to show through your shirt. "you don't have to hide it from me."
you sighed, feeling a mix of relief and resignation. "i just didn't want you to worry."
yuuta shook his head, his expression tender. "i worry more when you try to hide things from me. so donât do it again, you hear me, babe?â
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CHECK OUT THE ART I GOT FROM AN ART TRADE WITH MY DEAR FRIEND @ghostly-ghouls !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS AAAA SCREAMS CRIES SOBS FOREVER
#IT'S SO SOFT AND COMFY... AND SWEET... THIS *LIGHTING*#HIS HAIR LOOKS SO SOFT. I NEED TO POINT THIS OUT. MAYBE I WANNA RUN MY HANDS THROUGH IT WHO KNOWS. I'M GAY#also arvy in a flannel shirt.... ahghghh (homoromantic)#Arven đ„Ș#Pollen đȘ¶#Takinâ on the world together đ„Ș
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Ok imagine this:
Lumberjack!Logan helping your daughter pick strawberries
Your three-year old daughter, Jules, had her little red waterproof bucket hat, her dark brown hair in piggy tails, and she wore a yellow raincoat. She held a little basket for her fruit in her hands as she stumbled past the gravel driveway to the grass. She insisted on wearing her rain gear every morning after a storm, living out on a farm the mornings were pretty dewy and Jules would have any excuse to wear her rain boots. As you opened the front door, she ran out the door, toddling down the stairs as she held on tightly to stair railing. She ran towards the garden as you looked over to see your husband.
His hair was medium length brushed back away from his face, the same dark brown as Jules's hair. He had a brown puff vest on with a green long-sleeved t-shirt on underneath. Logan held a cigar between lips as he wielded an ax, before chopping it through the wood. Your stare back him turn towards you, a grin overtaking his face as he saw you in your pajamas and his flannel. "Mama, need help." She pouted, as she tried to lift the handle to the gate of the garden.
"Coming baby." You murmured, coming after her with a coffee in your hand. Your head turned as you heard the crunching of gravel as Logan made his way over to you. You opened the latch and let her daughter through before feeling arms wrap around you. You leant back into his warms as, the cigar no longer in his mouth as he moves his head into your neck.
"Morning baby."
"Morning handsome." You smiled, looking back at him as he leant forward to softly kiss your lips.
"Can I please eat it?" Jules begged, her big brown eyes looking up at you.
"We have to wash it first."
"Daddy." Jules coaxed, as he chuckled, the feeling of his chest rumbling against your back.
"I listen to mama." She glared over at her father, very much a daddy's girl in every right, she usually got whatever she wanted.
"Well I got a bunch, wanna wash em' now." Your daughter hummed, as she let out a faint squeal as slipped in a mud pile. Logan moving forward quickly and opening the gate to walk over to Jules as her lip bottom lip trembled.
"You're okay sweetheart." Logan cooed, a warmth coming over your chest as you heard his deep timber voice, soft and gentle. He bent down in a squat as he picked up her basket, filled with maybe 10 strawberries. His large hand reaching out for her tiny hand, her fingers holding on to three of his fingers to steady herself. His thumb came up to her cheek to rub a stray tear before pointing at the basket. "Look at how many strawberries you got." Jules' doe eyes lit up as she blinked away tears and a smile curved her face as she looked in the basket.
"So many!! I got 23!"
"I bet you did, want them on your pancakes?"
"Uh yes." She sassed, as he laughed softly before scooping her up in his arms, the mud on her boots, hitting the side of his jeans as he held her on his hip. As he came out of the garden, walking towards you as you brought your coffee up to your lips.
"Hear that baby, gotta go make some breakfast." He teased, kissing your cheek as his other arm tugged at your waist. Making you follow after him, as he ran inside with Jules trying to make her laugh but running dramatically with her on his hips.
"Take off your boots!" You reminded, cupping your hand around your mouth to yell.
"Yes mama!" They both shouted back, his deep voice and Jules small one choiring together.
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softbf!matt headcannons
part two
Warnings; fluff , fluff, fluff, fluff ,fluff, pet names, brief mention of alcohol consumption, scenarios slightly longer than part one
Pairing; soft!bfmatt x fem!reader
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soft!matt who never lets you sleep on an argument, even on the nights when youâre being stubborn and donât want to talk it out, he always makes sure to say âi love youâ before you both close your eyes.Â
soft!matt who will look after you when youâre sick. not letting you move a muscle until heâs nursed you better.Â
you wake up from a nap, glancing up to see matt gaming at his desk. despite how awful you feel, you pull yourself up out of bed. matt hears your shuffling ,and spins round in his chair.Â
âwhere do you think youâre going?â he asks, brows raised
âi have errands to run, i canât lay in bed all day mattâ you sniffle,wiping your nose with the back of your hand. matt rises from his chair,shaking his headÂ
ânuh uh baby-â he starts, whilst scooping you up, placing you back in bed.
âyouâre gonna stay right here okay? we need you to get betterâ he insists, in a quiet, caring tone , as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
âdonât move,iâm gunna make you a tea sweet girlâÂ
soft!matt who , on your 1 year anniversary, replicated your very first date.Â
âmattttt-â you coo âitâs exactly like-â
âour first date?â he cuts you off, his face beaming with accomplishment. watching you with a wide grin as your eyes flicker over the picnic blanket layed on the grass, the exact food you ate on this day, 1 year ago , layed out neatly.
soft!matt who will always get you things from the gas station/store.
âdo you want anything sweetheart?âÂ
âmmm noâ
*que him coming back to the car and plopping a bag full of your favourite snacks onto your lap*
âjust incaseâ he smiles, pecking your cheek.
soft!matt who enjoys trying to paint your nails.
you watch as matt glides the brush over your pinky nail, squinting, as the tip of his tongue sticks out the corner of his mouth in concentration.Â
âdone!â he says proudly with a small smile.
glancing down at the messy job you let out a soft giggle.Â
âwanna maybe do a design on mine in the same colour? we can matchâ he proposes.
soft!matt who will take care of you in your drunk state after your girls night out.
after carrying you inside from the car, he changes you into his clothes. bringing you to the bathroom, he lifts you up and sets you on top of the counter. grabbing a makeup wipe and gently rubbing your face.Â
âmattttttt i had sooo much funnnâ you slur
âi can tell sweetheart-â matt says, letting out a small chuckleÂ
â-lets get you to bed hm?â
soft!matt who is always taking pictures of you when youâre not looking. whenever he thinks youâre looking effortlessly beautiful (which is pretty much always). his camera roll is full of candid pictures of you. whether itâs napping, cooking dinner, at the grocery store, scrolling on your phone, brushing your hair, applying your makeup, tying your laces, matt has a photo.Â
soft!matt who always unintentionally brings you up in videos. whenever something reminds him of you, or links to you in any way. it got to the point where he wouldnât shut up about you. so instead , he switched to a little code between just the two of you.Â
âwhenever i glance at the camera n play with my earring a little, jus know im thinking of you babyâ
âąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâą AN; cutesy matt cutesy matt cutesy mattđ hope you enjoyeddd i love shit like this. make sure to see part one, linked at the top âš
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mini blurbs â â
joel miller x f! reader
a/n: so many joel thoughts! how could i ever take the time to make a blurb for each of them!!? đ±
wc: 1k
warnings: 18+ MNDI, a few handjobs, some piv
-> you waking joel up with a handjob, itâs early so heâs sensitive, emotionally and physically, moaning and squirming. he keeps looking at you with this insanely fond look, something about it makes him look so soft. he also wonât shut up about how he feels. and he says it with so much force, willing you to believe him. âi love you, babyâ âl-look at me? i love you so fuckinâ much.â âyâmakinâ me feel so good. yâfeel like heaven, my fuckinâ angel.â
-> joel fucking you relentlessly, and brutally because he needs it. youâre a good girl, you take it ofc. heâs grunting and groaning gruffly, barely talking aside to say âtake itâ or the occasional âjust like thatâ but once he cums heâs instantly back to his usual, soft and loving self. âare you okay, baby?â âmâsorry, was i too rough?â âtook it like such a good girl though, so perfect fâmeâ
-> you being unable to jerk joel off while heâs standing because his knees buckle and he canât help folding in on himself or leaning into you, causing him to slip from your grasp and the same goes for going down on himâ when although even when heâs seated he either cages your body in his completely, hunched over your head like heâs worshipping your mouth, or heâs spread out over the bed like heâs the god. (he is)
-> joel needing you from the second he comes home but still trying to make small talk. like he walks in and you hear him take a sharp breath once he lays eyes on you. his fists ball up and heâs so tense you can almost see him shaking as he takes a deep breath. you see movement around his crotch before heâs turning around to put his things away. âso h-how was your day? good, iâm hopinâ. â you entrain him even though you know heâs just trying not to seem desperate. âyea it was good, babeâ he smiles. âareâ are you tired..? or anythinâ?â you make it a point to look in his eyes with a smirk. ânever too tired for my favorite guyâ
-> joel awkwardly thanking you after the post sex glow has worn off. heâs given you aftercare, cleaned you up and all that. as you guys are cuddling he starts to feel like he needs to do more so he just âthank you, baby. thatâ that was incredible. iâ thank you.â you start giggling at him and he knows heâs being awkward so he gets all red and blushy, hiding his face in the back of your neck while telling you to shut up
-> just all the faces he would make while trying to hold his moans in. like when you guys first start getting sexual heâs still nervous so he tries to keep quiet. his brows furrowed, or tilted up. his eyes shut, rolled back, or fluttering while they try their best to stay on you. his lips bitten, pursed or sucked in. i think his hands would be everywhere too, covering his mouth, stroking over his beard, covering his eyes, running through his hair.
-> joel grunting, whining, and moaning lewdly above you as he fucks into you with the same neediness heâs been giving for the past 35 mins. falling into your neck and muttering âmm not yet. not yet. fuckâ until you pull him away and question what heâs saying. maybe he has wetness on his lashes, from overstimulation, pleasure, or love âi donâtââ he breathes out a sharp, shaky breath. âdonât wanna cum yet.â he lets out a shaky, broken breath. âyouâre so good.â
-> the first time you get joel off in public he thinks youâre just trying to tease him but heâs too sensitive to handle it. so he warns you, âyouââ a shaky breath in and out as his hand comes up to cover his mouth. âyouâre gonna make me cumâ a smile spreads over your face but you keep looking forward, as his breathing speeds rapidly. you can see him glancing over at you every few seconds. âyouâ baby.â a whine almost slips out. âiâm- youâre gonna make meâ iâmâ fuck. iâm- iâm gonna c- holy fuck. please.â he whines and you hear his breathing become erratic.
-> the confused look on his face when you make him cum much much harder than he expected. i imagine youâre jerking him off, heâs sitting against the headboard with his arm around you. he warns you that heâs going to cum, his hips start bucking and his lip gets bitten by his teeth. heâs spilling over your fist in no time but once he expects his orgasm to stop, it just builds up to a new level of pleasure. his mouth drops open and his brows furrow. his eyes cast downward, watching your hand move over him and the way heâs coating you. then his gaze shifts to you and his expression looks like youâve offended him before melting into one that makes you think heâs going to cry. thatâs what letâs you know youâve done a good job.
-> he begins to be able to tell when youâre gonna make him cum really hard and he starts to have a tell tale saying that alerts you. youâre not even sure if he realizes that he says it every time. his eyes shut and he runs his hand through his hair. he starts to shake his head lightly like heâs realized whatâs going to happen and his hand slides down to your thigh, gripping the fabric of your pants before rubbing his hand over it, trying to soothe himself. âiâmââ his head keeps moving back and forth as speaks. âitâs gonna get everywhere.â he groans under his breath, the sounds leaning a bit farther on the whiny side before he attempts to speak again. his hips shuffle upwards, sinking himself further into the chair while bucking himself into your fist. he gazes up at you with sex hazed eyes and confesses âmâgonna cum everywhereâ before biting his lip harshly and burying his face in your neck, where his groans vibrate against your skin.
-> joel not being able to look at you while you guys are having sex. heâs so much more sensitive than you that every little thing pushes him closer to the edge, so it he wants to last long enough for you to cum on him, there ends up being a point where he has to fuck into you with his eyes cast to the side or shut tightly. heâll be looking down at where the two of you meet before deciding he wants to see his pretty girl again. once he reaches you face thereâs a shock of pleasure in his stomach before flowing down to his cock. he grips your jaw and forces you to face the opposite direction he turns his head, like he canât even have you looking at him when heâs like this. he groans into his shoulder like heâs angry and mutters âtoo fuckinâ pretty. this shit ainât fuckinâ fair.â
-> when heâs close, instead of telling you to stop, slow down, or distracting you with kisses, he tells you to âbe gentleâ he says it repeatedly, with hisses and whines in between. the closer he gets he starts to just âgentle, gentle, gent- oh sweetheartââ
-> he gets turned on by how turned on you get when he tells you that heâs close. he sees that light spark in your eyes when he tells you that heâs gonna cum and it makes him pulse even more intensely. like he could be on the outskirts of his orgasm but once he sees your reaction to his confession heâs got two seconds, tops, before heâs spilling all over you.
-> once you guys start getting sexual, itâs very easy to tell what he does or doesnât like, what turns him on and what doesnât. because he breaks out in goosebumps every time you give him even a bit of arousal. you could cook him a meal and when you come back heâll have goosebumps spread all across his arms, all the way up to his biceps, even some across his neck. he tries to play it off as if you canât see the way heâs fattening up in his jeans.
-> (for poc) joel loves the contrast of your skin to his cum. the first time he cums on you he has to have a serious pro and con session as to whether he likes cumming in you or on you more. heâs embarrassingly hard within the next minute after he cums on you. heâs just staring at it, maybe smearing it around a bit before jerking off right above you. he probably hasnât even explained himself to you. heâs just been in a trance since his ropes landed on you.
-> youâre the first time he hears the phrase âcum for me.â and he loses his mind. itâs the loudest youâve ever heard him and he cums so hard some lands on his chin. he spends the next few minutes shaking from the force of his orgasm and trying his hardest to regulate his breathing.
OKAY IM DONE!!!! pls show this some love guys!! itâs so long i feel like it should go in my main masterlist đ
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đ° | dessert.
i can imagine being woken up at ridiculous hours because carmen needs you to try a dishâŠanyway thatâs what this is + domesticity + husband carmy + soft pregnancy vibes.
short and sweet.
Youâre lying half-asleep in bed, vaguely tethered to reality by the distant clanging of pots and pans. It isnât enough to fully wake you, too comfortable buried under the thick blankets, having finally found the perfect position where your stomach doesnât seem to get in the way.
Which, lately, itâs always in the way.
The door creaks open, and Carmenâs footsteps are quiet, feather-light. He sits down at the edge of the bed, one hand nudging your shoulder, the other guiding a spoon into a little dish he sits on his lap.
The movement rouses you just enough, gaining the smallest inkling of consciousness. Itâs in front of your face and pressing against your lips before the awareness can fully set in, velvety chocolate coating your tongue. The taste is thick, yet not overwhelming, somehow both dense and light at the same time. Maybe some sort of mousse.
âThatâs.. yeah, âs good..â You mumble, eyes blinking open blearily to twist slightly on the bed, moving to face him. The movement causes your shirt to ride up, not bothering to tug it down, despite the slight chill that spreads over your stomach.
Carmenâs hand finds the edge of the duvet, pulling it to cover your body properly. âGood?â He echos. âJust good? Câmon, baby. Gotta give me a bit more than that.â
You suck in a breath, resisting the temptation to fall back asleep, which has amplified now that heâs finally next to you. It has to be around 1am, at this point. Usually, the baby keeps you up, kicking incessantly, but it seems the little bear has finally quietened down. Not Carmy, though.
âI dunno, Carm. I like it,â You sigh, eyes fluttering closed. âItâs good.â
Without your gaze on him, Carmen looks down at the dish, staring into the ceramic bowl like itâs his worst enemy. About a thousand things run through his mind, all with the primary focus being perfecting the desert.
âYeah, okay..â Heâs resigned, already making a move to try and stand. The motion causes you to stir again, a hand blindly fumbling with his wrist to pull it back in.
âNo, donât take it away. Iâm not done.â You protest.
The spoon has already been caught between your fingers, and Carmen doesnât have it in him to stop you. It penetrates the light mixture with ease, scooping another mouthful of the light mousse between your lips.
âItâs not right,â Carmen would say, sounding so utterly defeated. âYou donât have to eat it.â
You simply shrug, having already gone back for the last little piece. âI wanna eat it. Iâm hungry.â
The smile threatens to return to Carmyâs face. With the renovations underway, heâs been missing his time in the kitchen. So, he brings it home. Working endlessly on new recipes, testing menu variations, anything to keep his mind running. Maybe the notion of having a child is starting to freak him out a little, so the work serves as a distraction.
âHungry?â He repeats, âWerenât you just asleep?â
âWell, Iâm awake now. Might as well eat.
Itâs a sound argument, and Carmen knows not to push it. Heâs just lucky that youâre always so willing to put up with him like this. So, he puts the empty dish down, taking the spoon and laying it on the bedside counter.
Heâll stroke your hair while you chew the last mouthful, your eyes coming to a soft close. Thereâs some chocolate on your lip, which Carmen swipes off with his thumb, before sucking the digit into his mouth. It doesnât taste that bad.
âIâll join you soon.â He promises, leaning down to place a chaste kiss to the same spot. You give a small grunt in response, wanting to persuade him otherwise, but not having the energy to do so.
Youâve already melted back into the pillow, happy and sated with the taste of chocolate on your tongue.
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18+MNDI (degradation, brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, pillow riding, facial, handjobs. Listen idk what happened⊠this stemmed from a thot I had bc of one of the nsfw asks @bimbobaggins69 sent me and my brain spiraledâŠ)
âLook at her Stevie, look how pathetic she looks.â Eddie groans, the feeling of Steveâs large spit slick hand jerking his cock nearly sends his eyes into the back of his head. But he resists, keeping them on you.
âOh sheâs so fucking desperate⊠is that drool? Are you fucking drooling over our cocks right now baby?â Steveâs voice is condescending and thereâs a lop sided smirk painted across his lips while he continues to fuck Eddieâs cock with his fist. His hips thrust in time with the other manâs hand on his own cock, his eyes also glued to you.
They have you sitting on the bed, straddling one of your satin pillow case covered pillows. Your body is completely bare while you desperately rub your wet pussy against the soft material. Theyâre standing directly in front of you, also fully bare, while they stroke each otherâs cocks. Their hands run down each others bodies and they occasionally places kisses on each others lips, necks, shoulders. You want so badly to touch them, for them to touch you. Your eyes canât decide where to look but they keep landing on their lips, and their cocks. You want them inside you so bad.
âPlease.â You whimper, your hips continuing to thrust against the pillow. The soft material feels nice against your clit, but itâs not enough. You need your boys.
âAwww you hear that, Eds? Sheâs begging now. Thatâs cute.â
âSooo cute, Stevie. It would be so much cuter if she wasnât a fucking brat all day. Maybe then we would actually help her cum.â The long haired man taunts you.
âRight? She could be getting fucked by both of us right now but instead she has to watch and fuck her pillow like a desperate little slut.â Steve moans when Eddie picks up the pace of his strokes on his cock. A bead of precum leaks from his tip and you want nothing more than to lick it up.
âToo bad, her mouth looks so good right now. You really are drooling, huh? Just our dumb drooly little girl, so desperate to get off?â Eddie juts his bottom lip out, mock pouting at you.
âYes, please, Iâll be such a good girl, please?â Youâre so desperately turned on that you arenât above begging, youâll take anything theyâll give you at this point.
âMmm⊠I donât think so, princess. If you wanna cum, you know what to do.â Eddie snaps the fingers on his free hand, pointing at the pillow underneath you. His hips thrust into Steveâs hand, a moan you want to fucking swallow leaving his plush lips. âOh fuck, thatâs so good Steve. Iâm so fucking close.â
You whimper as your hips pick up speed, subconsciously matching the pace of your boyfriendâs hands as they jerk each other off. Steve leans his head down so he can spit on Eddieâs already slick cock, you watch as he uses his thumb to mix it with the pearly white precum leaking from his lip. You werenât sure before if you could cum like this or not, but how hot they look and they way theyâre talking is quickly changing your mind.
âGod, me too babe, fuck. Donât stop.â
Theyâre so fucking hot. The way their forearms flex while they work each other with their hands, the beads of sweat collecting on their skin. Steveâs chest hair glistens and the hastily done bun Eddie threw his hair in is barely hanging on for dear life. You grab onto the end of the pillow, pulling it tighter between your legs, this new angle has the silk of the case hitting your clit in a new, more delicious way.
âOpen your fucking mouth, baby girl. Stick your tongue out.â Eddieâs voice is strained, breathy grunts leaving his lips. You oblige, sticking your tongue out as far as it can go and looking up at them through your lashes. Your hips continue their assault on the pillow and you feel yourself getting close to the edge.
âOh, good fucking girl, look at you. Youâre so desperate. Just want us to paint you with our cum, huh? Youâre so needy youâre gonna cum just from humping your pillow and watching us get off? Youâre so pathetic baby.â Steveâs practically babbling now, his entire body shaking with pleasure. Eddie feels so good and you look so fucking sexy and itâs all too much. âIâm gonna fucking cum.â
âFuck, me too.â Eddie moans.
You watch as their hands speed up, their bare chests heaving. Steve lets out a guttural groan and his body tenses as ropes of his cum shoot out onto your tongue and chin. Eddie follows suit, his own cum painting your tits. The sight of them coming undone for each other and the sounds theyâre making combined with the taste and feeling of their cum sends you over the edge right with them. Your eyes roll back as your legs clamp shut around the pillow and a pornographic moan rips through you.
âFuck. Thatâs so fucking hot. Iâm about to get hard again just from watching that I swear.â Eddie swipes his thumb across your chin, collecting some of the combined juices and your eyes snap open just in time to see him licking the cum off of his digit.
âDude. When are you not hard? Seriously. Baby, how are you doing? Wanna get cleaned up? I can make us all a nice bath.â Steve grabs your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours. He was always so gentle with you after you played like this.
âMmm⊠that sounds nice and all Stevie⊠but I think I like Eddieâs idea of getting hard again a little more⊠then maybe a bath after?â You bite your lip as you look up at him eagerly. You still want them so bad.
âFuck. Yes. What do you say, Steveeee? I think our girl deserves a little reward after she took her punishment so wellâŠâ
âYou two are insatiable.. Youâre going to be the death of me, I swearâŠ..â
#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x fem!reader#steve Harrington smut#steddie x reader#steddie x fem!reader#steddie x reader smut#steddie x reader blurb#dom steddie#Dolly writes#I was truly possessed#you can thank half asleep hella stoned Dolly for this one
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Hi Chea!!! First of all, I read some of ur fics, and I absolutely loved it. You did such a great job :D
Second, I wanna make a fic request because why not lol. It's my first time doing this, so I'm a lil nervous ishdudjudos
Can I pls get a fic where reader gets ill (like probably a cold or whatever) because of them constantly entering bodies of water and by the time they reach Sebastian, they're wet and miserable as hell so Sebastian just decides to keep them in his shop to rest and recover lmao
(Sorry if this ask is a mouth full aishdidhhd)
Tags: GN!Reader, Can be read as Established Relationship, Reader has a cold probably, comfort, slight fluff.
Words: 1,1k
Authors Note: Sorry for the wait! ĂwĂ It took me a while to gather my creative brain cells. I actually edited this story twice, so if there are any weird words or logic mistakes then I overlooked something!
It had started as a small, nagging tickle in your throatâa little cough here, a sniffle there. Nothing serious, you told yourself. But days passed, and that tickle had grown into something worse. Yet, despite it, you kept going, pushing through the feverish haze that had begun to creep in. After all, the job wasnât going to finish itself. Each day, you found yourself wading through rooms, water, and debris, trudging through wet halls to retrieve all assets and the crystal that were needed, drenched to the bone in cold, murky water.
You told yourself that once you were done, youâd rest. But for now, you have to keep moving. And so you did. Rest means death and death isn't something you aimed at for now. So it either meant pushing through or giving up.
By the time you reached Sebastianâs shop, the combination of the relentless water and your refusal to take care of yourself had finally caught up with you. The cold had settled deep into your bones, and your wet diving suit clung to your skin, sticking uncomfortably as you stumbled inside his little store. The warmth of the room hit you like a wave, making your head swim, and you stopped just inside the door, breathing heavily.
Sebastian, stood in front of a table and sorted through papers, glanced up the moment you entered. His usual sarcastic smile froze as his gaze took in your appearance.
You looked a messâsoaked, shivering, and pale, with dark circles under your eyes and a slight flush on your cheeks from the fever you were clearly running. Water dripped from your hair, forming a small puddle on the floor beneath you. For a moment, he just stared at you, incredulous.
âAre you serious?â Sebastianâs voice broke the silence, his usual dry tone tinged with something close to concern. âYou look like death warmed up in a microwave. I don't sell coffins here yet.
You tried to muster a reply, maybe something sarcastic, but all that came out was a hoarse cough. The effort left you feeling even more drained than before. Sebastianâs expression softened as he sighed, slithering over to you with a quick glance at the water-soaked floor.
âCome on,â he muttered, shaking his head. âYou're staying here. Thereâs no way Iâm letting you go back out like this.â
You didnât have the energy to argueânot that you would, honestly. The idea of staying in Sebastianâs warm, quiet shop was far more appealing than going back out into the cold, miserable hallways. You let him guide you through the cluttered aisles, past shelves filled with oddities and relics, to a back room that you had only seen in passing.
It was cozy, with a pile of blankets by the barely functioning heater and a couple of scattered books on a nearby table. Sebastian, ever practical despite his tendency to tease, pointed to the pile of blankets. âSit. Donât move.â
You collapsed into the pile, grateful for the soft fabrics that seemed to envelop you. The warmth of the heater seeped into your cold, aching limbs, and you closed your eyes for a moment, just trying to shake off the chill that had settled deep into your bones.
Sebastian disappeared for a moment, only to return with a towel, some dry clothes, and a steaming cup of whatever liquid he had in the cup. He tossed the towel onto your lap and then held out the cup, raising an eyebrow when you blinked up at him, surprised.
âIâm not going to sit here and watch you shiver to death,â he said, the corners of his mouth twitching in what mightâve been a smile. âDrink up, and then get changed. Iâll turn around if youâre shy.â
You snorted at that, though it turned into another cough. âI think Iâm too tired to care.â
Still, his comment brought a bit of warmth to your chest. Sebastian wasnât always the most outwardly affectionate person, but he had his moments. You took the cup from his hands, wrapping your fingers around it and letting the heat sink into your cold palms.
The tea-like liquid was soothing as it slid down your throat, easing some of the tightness that had built up. Meanwhile, Sebastian busied himself by pulling a blanket from a nearby chest and draping it over your shoulders, creating a little nest of warmth around you.
âWhy didnât you say something?â he asked quietly as he settled onto the edge of a nearby table, watching you closely. âYouâre not exactly subtle when you're sick.â
âI thought I could handle it,â you mumbled, tugging the blanket closer. âDidnât want to bother you.â
Sebastian gave you a look that clearly said, *Are you kidding me?*
âYouâre soaked and half-dead, and you thought that wasnât worth mentioning?â he asked, crossing his arms. âI think that qualifies as a situation where bothering me is okay.â
You sighed, leaning back into the blankets. The heater running softly in the background, the sound oddly comforting as the warmth of the tea and the room finally started to loosen the tightness in your chest.
âSorry,â you muttered. âIâm just⊠tired.â
âIâd imagine so,â Sebastian replied, his voice softer now, less teasing. âBut next time, just tell me. You donât have to go through this alone.â
You met his eyes, feeling a mix of gratitude and exhaustion wash over you. âThanks.â
He nodded, brushing it off with a wave of his hand, though you could tell he was relieved that you were finally letting him help. âYeah, yeah. Donât get all sentimental on me. Just rest, alright?â
You smiled faintly, shifting in the pile to get more comfortable. The heater, the warmth, the steady presence of Sebastian nearbyâit all worked to lull you into a sense of peace that you hadnât felt in days.
As you started to drift off, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. âIâll keep an eye on you,â Sebastian murmured. âJust sleep.â
For once, you didnât fight it. You let yourself relax, your body finally giving in to the exhaustion that had been gnawing at you for so long. And as you fell into a much-needed sleep, you knew you were safe. You were warm, you were cared forâand for the first time in a while, you didnât feel so alone.
When you woke up later, the room was dim, and the heater had cooled down a bit. Sebastian was still there, sitting in a nearby corner, flipping through a file. He glanced up when he noticed you stirring.
âFeeling better?â he asked, his tone casual, though there was an underlying note of concern.
You nodded, your throat still a little sore, but the rest of you felt⊠better. Lighter, maybe. âYeah. A bit.â
âGood.â He closed the book and stood up, stretching. âYouâre staying here until youâre completely better. Iâm not letting you back out there until Iâm sure you wonât collapse in a puddle somewhere.â
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had felt oddly comforting. âDeal.â
And for the first time in what felt like forever, you truly meant it.
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Heyy iam a big fan and omg- i really love ur workkkkkkk and everything đđđđ i wan wondering if u can make
Husband gojo x fem reader after care
Like taking bath tougher helping u to dress up and moree plzz plzzđđđž
And tysmmmmmmm
AFTERCARE
GOJO ăăšă
Note : ah thank you!! đđŁ i love this request, aftercare is so nice to write i rlly should consider adding more aftercare scenes to my smut. thank u!!
Warnings : đ mdni/18+, aftercare
He lovingly feels up and massages your sweaty body with his pale, veiny hands, going back and forth on your thighs and applying more pressure when you groan in relief at certain points.
"Where are my panties?" you ask.
"I have no idea." he chuckles.
Satoru lets you catch your breath while he searches the bed for your panties. He starts giggling and so do you â for some reason your panties always vanish; they go from dangling on your ankle to being haphazardly tossed off by your man (maybe landing on the lampshade) or being buried under the covers.
"Found them." Satoru giggles harder, "They were under the pillow this time."
When you stand, you feel a burn in your thigh muscles and complain loudly "My legs!"
Satoru makes a guilty smile. "Don't look at me, I have nothing to do with it."
He acts like he's not responsible for making your legs wobbly even though he's the one who's been manhandling you into positions on his cock for the past hour.
Satoru runs a bubble bath and gets a little crazed when he sees you getting in. He unashamedly checks out your ass and makes a low whistle.
He has to help you lower yourself into the tub, because you're feeling unsteady and sore after taking him.
"Careful, don't slip." it's these little, under-the-breath comments that show how gentle Satoru is as a lover.
He's always thinking of your comfort after sex, and during it, with his asks of "Is it too much?" or "Should I go slower?" or "Are you tired, wanna stop?"
Aftercare with Satoru feels sacred. He lovingly cares for your body like it's a divine creature gifted to him from heaven. He gives you these cascading caresses down your arms to soothe them, because he knows they must be sore after he pulled them behind your back while taking you from behind earlier.
He starts giving you a massage while in the bath without you needing to ask â he knows you need it, and he wants to do it.
He's smirking against the back of your ear "Ooh, found ya weak spot." when you moan at the influence of his hands.
"I remember before we were engaged, you were embarrassed about showing me your soft cockâ" you tease.
"âI WAS NOT!"
"Haha! Yes you were. You always pulled out super quickly and wrapped the sheets around your waist as if you would just die of embarrassment if I saw it soft."
He washes your hair and happily puts up with your teasing in the bathtub about the days when you two were just dating.
"You were such an idiot in love." you say.
"What do you mean? I'm still an idiot in love." he beams, sneaking a cheek kiss from behind. "I'm always dumb for you."
You nod, "Mhm. A dumb husband."
"Excuse me, "a" husband? YOUR husband, you mean."
You sigh at him. "I'm getting out the bath."
He wraps his arms around your chest tightly, one hand possessively cupping your breast. You feel his wet torso pressing against your back, firm and wet and soap-sudsy.
"Nooo, stay. There's still bubbles." he says.
"It's getting cold in here, you idiot!"
"But the bubbles!!"
He insists that you hold onto his bicep while stepping out the bath. He doesn't want you to slip. (He also just loves the feeling of your small hands grabbing his bicep and wishes you'd do it more often.)
"What else is your big, handsome, muscular husband for?"
"Shut up before I turn you into a big, handsome, muscular ex-husband."
He grins at you and wraps a towel around your body.
"No, you shut up before I take you back to bed for round two." he threatens playfully.
"You wouldn't..."
Satoru picks you up and takes you back to the bed.
But no, he hears your complaints about being sore and tired and quickly tucks you into the soft bed.
"Satoru, I'm tired."
"Yes I know, buttercup. You stay right here 'n I'll get you a water."
So he does. You take tiny sips that he thinks are adorable. He stares at your throat as you swallow a big gulp, and the sound makes him wiggle his brow. You smack him.
"Damn, you're a thirsty slut." he jokes when you finish the whole glass of water.
You smack him again. He wraps his arms around you and you smile softly. You're in that daze, you feel like you're drifting.
Shielding you with his body, happily feeling like he's your protector, he waits for you to fall asleep first and then he lets himself fall asleep, too.
© arminsumi
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This is fictional work.
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Gamer!Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluffy fluff fluff Humor. Scara laughing and being in love.
I do intend to write smut later, but this idea popped into my head. The image of this man bursting out into genuine laughter at something he thought was really funny is just đ„°đ Inspired by a Tik Tok and directional confusion for the Seelie event.
As good as Scaramouche was at video games, he had his off days like everyone else (it made him pissy to admit it). He was missing shots that he normally made easily while he was live streaming a first person shooter game.
"Your aim sucks today, my love," You said, grinning as you came into view on the camera to kiss his cheek.
His cheeks turned a dark crimson. "Yeah, whatever. You think you can do better?" The blushed darkened more when a few messages popped up in the chat box saying things like, "Hey look, Scara's wife is here!"
"Get your eyes back in your heads, fools," He snarled a little at the screen.
"Hmph, I probably could do better," You said, crossing your arms and looking away from him. He knew your blustering was to cover up how shy you felt.
Scaramouche sat back and handed you the controller. "Okay, let's see it then," He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you into the spot he enjoyed having you the most when you played games on a live stream with him: his lap.
"Fine, you'll be putting your money where your mouth is," Settling onto his lap, a little bit of a nervous smile on your face, you took the controller. It always made you a little nervous to live on camera with him. His fingers rubbed at your hip soothingly.
Now, whenever you played a game with him on a stream, there were a lot of moments where it showed that Scaramouche is genuinely in love with you.
The way he beamed at you with pride when you made a perfect shot. If you looked unsure of when to shoot, he put his hands on yours and helped you aim. "That's my girl," He praised, running his fingers through your hair. Seeing the cute way your cheeks flushed from his praise made his heart flutter.
Now you were at a point in the game where you had to consult a map to see where to go. Except, something just wasn't clicking with you. You flip flopped between looking at the map in your inventory and the mini map, saying "That looks like where I need to go, but I am not sure.."
You did this a few times, going to different parts of the map and looking totally confused when you realized it was the wrong area. "I..I don't understand..I thought that's where I needed to go. Maybe I should go back the way I came.."
Suddenly, Scaramouche snorted and burst into laughter. "I can't help it. You just look so cute, and so stupid, I just can't," He could barely finish his sentence around the laughter.
You stopped playing and looked at him with a soft smile on your face. Scaramouche was genuinely laughing at something he thought he was funny. Not scoffing and making fun of it with a glare on his face, but genuine laughter with the most beautiful grin on his face.
It was a moment to live for.
You sighed and handed him the controller. "Wanna put me out of my misery?"
Scaramouche wipes some tears from his eyes. "Glady, by the way, you ran right by the area you were supposed to go to three times," He snickered as he marked the right place on the map.
"I..what?" You sputtered, "And you didn't say anything--" Scaramouche cut you off with a long, slow kiss on your lips.
#genshin impact#fem!reader#genshin imagines#genshin fluff#modern au#scaramouche#scaramouche fluff#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x you
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satin â” park sungho
the pink ribbons that you and your daughter used to dress up sungho now used on you.
general genre/warnings â” smut, fluff!, soft but teasing dom!sungho, slight shibari with ribbons, pet names (baby, teasing use of daddy), foreplay, fingering, nipple play, impregnation, creampie (duh), aftercare, ends with the start of a second round
word countâ” 4.1k words
a/nâ” i wrote this the night before my flight and also during the two planes rides back. it was so serious it was killing me. this was originally a jacob fic but anon asked for a sungho ver!! so here you go! not my proudest work ofc becoz i think ive learned more abt writing smut so tune in for that!
The early hours of the day are ones you used to dread. The sun would barely be out, the idea of sitting through countless hours of lectures, the contemplation of your ongoing list of work, work, work, that needs to be done once you return from a tiresome day.
But now, itâs different; sunlight refracts through window panes, sounds of birds bounce off the walls, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. The early hours of the day are ones you used to dread, but waking up has gotten easierâmaybe because you have someone to wake up and go back home to.
âDaddy, one more!â
âSweetheart, weâll run out of ribbons for your hair! Don't you wanna show your friends your pretty, pink ribbons?â
Your eyes peel open to the sight of homeâthe loves of your life seated by the vanity, one helping the other get ready for school.
Well, sort of.
Your little devil continues to bubble as her nimble hands gather more satin strands while your husband, Sungho, continues to brush her hair.
The white sheets you snuggle your nose into still smell of Sungho: fresh laundry and baby powder.
âBut daddy! Look at you.â Her finger points at the mirror, making his gaze land on the reflection. âYouâre beautiful,â she coos, pronouncing the first half of the word like a name.
He chuckles at her compliment. âThank you, sweetie. Youâve got a good eye for fashion.â
Sunghoâs adorned with pink, satin ribbons. Every part of him that you can name probably has a ribbon tied on it; some were loose, almost as if they would fall if he were to move, but some were tight, too tight, for your liking. His skin spills from bands of satin and his muscles show off more when theyâre restrained.
Maybe you needed to get out of bed.
As you sit up, the sheets rustle from the movement, causing your husband and daughter to look back at you.
Sunghoâs eyebrows shoot up in shock. âOh no, did we wake you up? Iâm sorry.â
âSorry!â Your daughterâs apology quickly follows his.
You shake your head, a smile resting on your lips as you get out of bed. As you walk towards them, your eyes catch sight of your freshly woken up state; the contrast between you and your husband and daughter has you giggling.
âGod, I have a birdâs nest.â
âNo! You have beautiful hair made for,â your daughter pulls out another blush strand, âribbons!â
A pair of lips meet your cheek. âSheâs right,â your husband mumbles into your skin. âYouâre beautiful.â
As he parts away, you meet his gaze. He shoots you a lazy smile, one that reminds you of the times you wake up beside him, and your cheeks are dusted with rose-colored hues.
Warmth continues to spread throughout the roomânot from the sun but from them.
You roll your eyes before you look at your daughter, your hand reaching out towards her. She hands you the torn-up satin and you smile. âThank you.â
You look at the man beside you, still tied up in ribbons. Your free hand trails over where they restâhair, forearms, waist to name a few.
(Though, you let your fingers play with the one around his waistline.)
âWhere should I put this one, honey?â
Your daughter hums for a moment. Sungho shakes his head, not in disbelief that youâre playing into your daughter's shenanigans but more so that you're going to make her late for school. And itâll be okay, you tell yourself, because heâs the one in charge of dropping her off today.
âWhat about the neck? Like a necklace!â
Your eyebrows shoot up at her suggestion, a playful smile now on your lips. âA good choice! I'm sure daddy will love it.â The pet name rolls off your tongue so well that it has a grunt leave Sungho. The annoyed expression flashes through his features like a blink, but he tries to cover it up with an innocent smile.
âCâmon, you'll be late if we keep doing this. Let me finish fixing your hair and then we can go to school.â He tries to take control of the situation but you wonât let himânot this time, at least.
âNuâuh,â you disagree, moving so that you can stand right behind him. âYou can do that while I put this necklace on you,â the satin piece meets his neck before you lean in to whisper into his ear, âright?â
The distance between you twoâthe heat of your chest against his back, your lips grazing against his earâis enough for Sunghoâs tongue to turn into cotton. It didnât help that you were doing all of this right now, right when your daughter is here getting ready while heâs pressed for time, but he knows that it won't do any good to deny the request if you two, so he nods.
Your hands guide the ribbon to wrap around his neck, the ends meeting past his nape which gives you enough to tie it into a bow. Your fingers busy themselves trying to form a beautiful knot while Sungho focuses on brushing your daughterâs hair.
And when you tug on the satin, making it wrap tighter around his neckâpulling into his skinâhe stills for a moment.
âDaddy?â Your daughter looks up.
âWhatâs wrong?â The question leaves your mouth, the playful tone that clings onto your words fails to make sense to her but has Sungho clenching his teeth.
âNothing, sorry,â he quickly says with a smile to cover up his behavior. âJust got distracted.â
Sheâs oblivious to whatever is occurring between you two; you make the most out of the situation.
Thanks to the distance, itâs easy to hear his exhalesâhis sounds. His shoulders move along with them. Heavy. Deep. Desperate.
Your fingers brush against his skin, and it blooms in rose tints. When your eyes catch sight of him swallowing down nothingâeverythingâyou canât help but let mischief take over.
You finish tying the satin into a perfect bow. The expanse of his skin covered in rose-like hues, dolled-up just for you, is enough for warmth to spread all throughout your body.
You donât get to see Sungho like this: all adorned with pink ribbons, restrained without being restrained to an object. Itâs humorous; youâve switched positions just this once thanks to your daughterâs shenanigans.
Your lips hover over where the bow rests, your breath grazing his skin, and it has his hair standing. Just one kissâone biteâto complete the present, and thenâ
âAnd done!â
He jolts away while dragging your daughter along. Your gaze now lands back to your reflection, a pout now resting on your lips.
When you look at the two, a satisfied smile rests on your daughter's mouth while Sungho sports a relieved expression. âGo say bye now. Weâll be late.â
Due to your husbandâs rushed words, your daughter quickly pecks your cheek, her teeth bumping against your skin. âBye bye! Iâll see you later!â You smile at her before she rushes out of the room.
When your gaze leaves the door, it lands on Sungho who only looks at you with eyes filled with irritation, frustration, dominance. âAnyway, Iâllââ
His hands grip your waist, pulling you close to him and noses bumping against each other. His breath grazes your lips while you hold yours in.
âWhat was that?â The question is asked with such sweetness but you know he means the opposite.
âWâwhat do you mean?â
He groans into your ear. âDonât play games with me, baby.â
Thereâs the Sungho you know.
Satisfaction paints his features; a smirk with eyes that flicker down occasionally to your lips. And when you feel his grip tighten around your waist, air is knocked out of your lungs. He leans forward, as if distance needs to be closed, but his lips never touch yours. âBaby, baby, baby,â he whispers with such care, and yetâŠ
âYou know what you did. Just say it.â
You know better. Heâs giving you a chance to apologizeâto repentâfor what you did, but instead of settling for that, you lean forward, lips interlocking with his. His hand shimmies its way under your shirt, a thumb drawing circles on your hip bone, and warmth blossoms further.
You part away and lean your forehead against his. As your fingers dart towards the ribbon wrapped around his neck, fiddling with the ends of it, it takes every ounce of resolve to not tug on it.Â
âWell, you need to bring her to school,â you whisper words he doesnât want to hear.
All he wants is an apologyâan explanationâfor your behavior this morning, but you donât give in, so he rolls his eyes, a chuckle leaving him before he lets go of your waist. âIâll see you later.â
You let your hand fall back to your side and shoot him a smile. âI look forward to it.â
Before you know it, he makes his way towards the door, still wrapped in pink satin. The thought of Sungho showing up in front of your daughterâs school adorned in bows has you giggling.
âI can hear you laughing!â
You roll your eyes. âJust go!â
You wonder what heâll bring you after heâs done with the task at hand.
If you were expecting anything good, then you were absolutely wrong.
(Well, thatâs a lie. You were hoping for something, but you werenât expecting this.)
Whatever present you were looking forward toâfood from your favorite cafe thatâs only a 2-minute drive from your daughterâs school or an opportunity for you to finally do whatever you want unto Sunghoâcouldnât prepare you for whatâs happening now.
âYou just couldnât behave.â A pair of hands roam over your torso as teeth tug on the expanse of your neck, satin grazing your skin. You hold back your sounds, eyes fluttering close, until he digs in harder, wetter.
A mewl escapes you without a second thought. His lips leave your neck and his hands focus on tugging your oversized shirt off, leaving you only in a pair of night undies.
Youâre greeted once more by the sight of Sungho wrapped in satin. Your gaze trails to where the ribbons rest, some threatening to fall off of him while others still making sure his skinâhis musclesâspill out.
(And it didnât help that the white t-shirt he wears clings to his torso, probably from its fitting or thanks to the ribbons.)
His hands rest on the space around you as his legs cage you down, restricting you from any movement like you did with him.
Youâre lightheaded, maybe from lip locking, the position youâre in, or even from the sight of your husband. And with your heavy breaths, a smug grin takes over Sunghoâs face. His hand tugs on the loose satin around his waist, allowing it to fall on your stomach.
âWhat if we play dress up?â He hums as he lets his lips trail from your jaw, to your shoulder, all the way to space between your tits. He looks up at you, and says, âLike how you did with me this morning.â
A grunt leaves you.
He grabs onto the ribbon. âDonât you think itâs only fair that I have my time with you? My fun with you?â
When you shake your head, Sungho chuckles. âSungho, câmonââ
âNuâuh,â he retaliates like how you did then. âDonât try to weasel your way out of your punishment.â
He sits and chucks his head up, signaling you to lift your torso up. You follow his orders, and his hands dart around so that the strand wraps around your upper chest.Â
With his fingers busy tying a bow, your hand darts towards the ribbon wrapped around his forearm. Your fingertips fiddle with satin and his warm skin, and you both relish in your final moments of freedom.
âThere we go.â Your eyes dart down to your chest, spotting a perfectly tied pink bow resting above your tits. And when his nails dig into your waist, a mewl escapes you as you arch your back.
Sungho loves it all; the ribbon that was once tied around his waist now tied right above your tits, the sounds that leave you from the different sensations of satin and his hands brushing your skin, and your hazy eyes that meet his wide ones.
He litters you with kisses, from your cheeks, neck, and chest. âYouâre so pretty for me,â he mumbles in between. Once his lips hover over yours, noses grazing against each other, he whispers, âI just want to devour you.â
You catch his lips, arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him close. He moves one knee in between your legs, letting you grind your clothed slit against his thigh, as his hands find themselves on your tits. The warmth of his fingertips flicking against your nipples has them pebbling and you moan his ministrations.
He parts away. As you attempt to control your breathing, you watch him reach for the ribbon that rests on his shoulder and tug it undone. Its length is longer in comparison to the one that rests on your chest; perhaps your daughter may have overestimated how much she needed to tie around Sunghoâs shoulder.
And before you know it, he grabs hold of your wrists and lets the strand circle around them. âToo tight?â He asks once he ties a knot around them.
You shake your head. âJust right.â
He smiles at you. âGood. Now,â his hands find their way on the band of your underwear, âlet me taste you.â
He tugs it down, exposing you to him. The contrast between you twoânude and fully clothedâmakes your head spin.
âSungho, please.â
He hums. ââPleaseâ what, darling?â
âRemove your clothes.â
âMaking demands?â He clicks his tongue. âIâll see about that.â He spends his time undoing the ribbon thatâs wrapped around his arm. âPlus, I enjoy you like this, just physically unable to fulfill your desires.â
A groan rips out of your throat.
You hate Sungho.
His hands brush against your upper thigh, tying another ribbon around you. Once he finishes, his hand lingers, teasing you with the short distance between him and your slit. Youâre about to curse at him, yell out profanities, until you watch his face get closer to your pussy.
He breathes you in and a groan rips out. âGod, you smell delicious.â
Before you know it, his tongue darts towards your slit, drinking up your juices. A moan leaves you, your back arching at how he eats you out. And when his nose nudges against your clit, your mewls get louder, uncontrollable.
Your head is spinning from how Sungho plays with your five senses; satin strands wrapped around you, his tongue touching you in places you longed for him to graze against, the squelching noise that comes from him eating you out has your head spinning. The lack of powerâcontrolâturns you on even more.
As you attempt to look down, youâre greeted by his eyes on you, and the eye contact knocks the air out of your lungs. When his hand reaches to the bow that rests on your thigh, fingers playing with pink satin, you throw your head back.
Your lower half finds itself moving on its own, lifting itself from the mattress as it attempts to chase the pleasure, but Sungho rests his forearm on your stomach, holding you down, and continues to eat you out to his liking. Still, you try to move under the restraints; itâs reflexive, out of control.Â
His mouth leaves your slit, a whine leaving you. âBaby, if you keep that up, you wonât get what you want in the end.â
You try to control your breathing, bringing your satin-tied wrists close to your face.
He finally strips off his shirt. Youâre lightheaded when you look at him, top naked with one singular satin ribbon leftâthe one you tied around his neck.
He reaches for the button of his pants. âYouâve been such a treat for me, let me reward you.â His pants and underwear are down, revealing his hardened length that leaks pre-cum.
He moves your restrained wrists away and reaches for your lips with his; the taste of you still lingers on him. As he sucks on your bottom lip, a whine leaves you.
He moves away so that you can catch your breathâor so you thought.
Before you can control your heartbeat, you feel a finger prod its way into your pussy, having you clench over the digit. Your eyes roll back as you moan, and he curls his finger, hitting your walls.
âGod, look at you. Such a moaning mess over one finger.â You do your best to look at Sungho, seeing him tonguing the inside of his cheek as he keeps his eyes on your face. It has warmth rise to your cheeks. âI wonder how youâll take my cock. Itâs been a while, after all.â
Before you know it, another finger enters you. Your eyes are wide, your bottom half filled with pleasure. And when his thumb plays with your nub, you donât know if youâll be ready for his cock after all.
You thrash in bed, overwhelmed by pleasure, and Sungho only watches. The sight of you struggling to do anything while he holds you down, through satin or his hands, causes more precum to leak.
âS-Sungho, I donâtââ
âNo, baby, you will. Youâll hold out until you get on my cock.â Itâs a demand, and you donât know if youâll be able to fulfill it, but you try.
That is until his finger curls hits one spot; all resolve is broken. As he notices your expression shift, he smirks and continues his ministrations. A series of moans escapes you as he continues to hit your g-spot.
You swear you feel the band about to snap, and you consider telling Sungho that youâre about to come. But for selfish reasons, you donât want to; all you want is to finally come.
Youâre close, short rapid breaths escape you as you clench tighter around his digits, until his fingers leave you.
âFuck!â You complain only to be met with Sunghoâs chuckle. âI was so close! Are you kidding me?â
He clicks his tongue. âDidnât I tell you to hold out?â He moves close to you, his cock lining up to your pussy. âYou were going to disobey me if I kept going.â
You roll your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek. Youâre irritated from being left high and dry.
âFuck youââ
His cock enters you without warning, cutting you off and causing a moan to rip out of you. He goes at a steady speed, building the pleasure up.
âYouâre still tight even after that?â Itâs a rhetorical question, but you only answer in a series of moans. He chuckles. âMy baby canât even answer me properly this early on and weâve only started.â
Before you know it, his cock leaves you, causing you to whine. You were going to complain, but he flips you so that you rest on your knees and elbows.Â
Without a warning, he enters once more which has a moan rip out of you. He goes at the same pace but he feels deeper, hitting crevices that your fingers could never reach.
As Sungho continues to fuck you, you try to look back at him, and you watch how his eyebrows scrunch as he watches his cock enter you. Your eyes catch sight of the pink satin that clings to his skin and you cannot help but clench around his cock, making him moan along with you.
He finally notices your eyes on him, and he tongues the inside of his cheek. Then, he leans forward, face-to-face with you as his chest is pressed against your back.
âBaby.â he smiles at youânot a smug one but one filled with adoration. And yetâŠ
âShould we try for another?â The air is knocked out of your lungs. His smile turns sinister as he feels you grow wetter at the thought. âWouldnât you love that? Another baby? Another opportunity to be filled to the brim?â
As he starts to pick up the pace, you canât hold back your moans. âGod, you just want to be filled with my cum, donât you? Wouldnât you love that? Just us trying again, again, again, for another baby, me filling you with cum.â
He watches your breathing get heavy over the idea; to be filled with Sunghoâs cum for days, weeks, months, years as if it were your only job or purpose in life.
You feel it coming; the rubber band is about to snap at any moment.
âFuck, Iâm closeââ
âCome for me. Do it, baby,â he chants such words. âIâm going to come. Going to fill you up, going to impregnate you,â he growls as he keeps going at such a fast pace. âAnd weâll keep going baby, going to make sure youâre filled with so much cum that Iâll have to plug my fingers to keep it in.â
Your pants get heavier as you try to meet his thrusts. Youâre so close but you donât know what you need. Youâre too light headed to think of what to do until you feel fingertips draw circles on your clit. Your moans get louder. Uncontainable.
You rip your gaze away from him, overwhelmed by the pleasure, and it lands on your satin-tied wrists. âCome for me, baby. Let me impregnate you,â he whispers into your ear.
The rubber band snaps. You clench around his cock as you come as a long moan leaves you, and Sungho canât help but fill you with his cum.
It doesnât stop. He keeps thrusting, riding out his high to ensure that youâre filled with enough.
Once he stills, you find yourself collapsing down to the bed. You attempt to control your breathing, eyes shut from what just occurred.
âBaby, let me flip you. I need to remove the ribbons,â Sungho says with care.
You only hum. His cock leaves you, causing you to hiss as youâre still sensitive. His hands find themselves on your waist, flipping you so that you face him, and he undoes the ribbon wrapped around your wrists. He then takes the opportunity to examine your wrists.
âDoes it hurt?â
You shake your head, smiling at your husband. âIâm okay.â You still see the pink satin wrapped around his neck. âThat was good.â
He chuckles before pecking your lips. He takes in the sight of you in your fucked-out state dressed in pink ribbons that were once wrapped around him and his heart grows warm.
As his eyes trail down to your slit, he gasps. âOh no, itâs leaking.â His fingers scoop his cum that leaks out of your pussy and shoves it back in, another hiss leaving you. âWe donât want to waste any cum.â
A giggle leaves you. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in for another kiss. âI love you.â Your fingers graze against the ribbon that still rests around his neck. âIâm glad you kept this on.â
He hums. âI mean, I knew it turned you on, so I played into it. I understand though. After seeing you tied up, maybe I need to learn shibari.â
You gulp at his words and he notices. A smirk lies on his lips. âOf course, I shouldâve known. How come I never knew about this?â
You shrug. âI donât knowâwell, I do know. I think I was just too shy to bring it up.â
âBaby,â he starts off, giving you another kiss, âthereâs no need to be shy around me. I would love to know everything about you, even what gives you the most pleasure. What else do you like?â
You chew on your cheek. âWell, I really want to do shibari on you.â
âDeal.â
âI know you might notâwait, really?â
His lips press against your cheek. âIâm willing to try it out.â You cannot help yourself but smile. âSo, now?â
Your eyebrows shoot up. âSungho, you just gave me the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life, and your fingers are still in me. I donât know if I can go another round.â
âYou sure?â he smirks before letting his lips trail to your neck. âJust a little foreplay can change that.â He starts to suck on your skin, and you cannot help but let a moan slip. And when his fingers start to move, your eyes roll back.
God, you need to buy more ribbons for your daughter.
(And for you and Sungho, of course.)
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going the extra mile
pairing: patrick zweig x reader
summary: patrick takes care of you after a rough day at work.Â
word count: 2k
warnings: domesticity, established relationship tooth rotting fluff, so much fluff you might have to visit your dentist, brief mention of alcohol, eating, baths, mentions of sex but no explicit scenes, so sappy, very lightly edited
authorâs note: this fic is part of my succession au (previous part here) but you donât need to read it to read this! all you need to know is that patrick and reader are engaged.Â
âHoney, Iâm home!â you called out as you stepped through the door of your shared apartment, voice a little flat from an exhausting day.Â
What began as a joke after you first moved in with Patrick quickly began a critical part of your evening routine, where whoever got home from work later called the cheesy phrase out to the other person, then was excitedly greeted at the door. It was a cute routine and something for you to look forward to after a long day at workâmuch like the one you just experienced.
Just as you predicted, Patrick appeared at your door shortly after you announced your arrival, beating your equally excited cat by just a few seconds.
âHey, baby,â he greeted you warmly before entering your space to give you a quick forehead kiss. âHow was your day?â
âStressful,â you huffed, allowing Patrick to take your work bag and hang it up for you. You squatted down to pet your cat, who was now enthusiastically rubbing her chin on your shin.
âI figured it would be. I know big presentations arenât your favorite,â he acknowledged, ruffling your hair from where you were petting your cat. âSo I picked up a bunch of food from that Italian place you like. Want to change into something comfortable then eat?â
âOh Patrick,â you sighed in relief, looking up at him with love in your eyes. A huge feast was exactly what you needed after such a rough day. âYou might be the best fiancĂ© ever.â
As promised, when you returned to the kitchen after putting on a satin pajama setâone that Patrick randomly gifted you early on in your relationshipâa variety of takeout boxes sat on the counter from one of your favorite restaurants. You didnât even think that they did take out, but Patrick mustâve convinced them somehow. Knowing that he would go out of his way to do something like that for you made you want to grab and kiss him.Â
You grabbed what you wanted then sat down on your couch, not even bothering to care about marinara stains that might end up on the very expensive piece of furniture. At that point, your comfort mattered more than any material itemsâa sentiment that you were sure that Patrick would agree with.Â
Your fiancĂ© joined you not too long after you sat down, bringing you an offer of focaccia and a glass of wine.Â
âYou know me so well,â you practically purred, a soft smile on your lips as you gladly took the glass of wine from him.Â
Patrick smiled back at you in response, not outwardly acknowledging your praise, but the light dusting of pink on his cheeks letting you know that he appreciated it anyway. You always loved seeing the effects your compliments had on him, even if he didnât immediately speak his mind.Â
âDo you want to watch a movie? Want a foot massage?â he offered, remote to the television already in one hand. It was sweet how he seemed to be going down a checklist of all of the things he knew you liked after a long, stressful day.Â
âI think I just want to enjoy your company for now. Maybe an early debrief? Tell me about your day?â you suggested, setting down your glass of wine to take a bite of the food on your plate.Â
âMy day was pretty boring, to be honest,â he sighed. âWe did some run-throughs of Glennâs speech, then went back to the office and got some boring work done that you donât want to hear about.â
âMaybe I do wanna hear about it,â you challenged, sitting up slightly straighter to indicate your interest. âOr maybe I just want to hear you talk a little more?â you added, figuring that it would be better to be honest.Â
Information about the campaign Patrick was working on would probably go in one ear and out the other, but his voice was always a comforting, grounding thing for you. After having such a busy, stressful day, you couldnât think of a single better way to unwind than to hear Patrick talk endlessly to you.Â
Being the supportive fiancĂ© that he was, Patrick did exactly that, telling you about all of the ins and outs of his day until you finished eating and drinking and were halfway into a food coma.Â
Sensing your sleepiness, Patrick paused in his storytelling. âI was gonna run a bath for you, but I wanted to wait so it didnât get too cold while we ate. What do you think?â
âI think I want to marry you right now,â you gushed, thrilled at the prospect of a warm bath to help you fully unwind from the day.Â
As promised, Patrick set up a bath for you, complete with a candle-lit room and the soothing aroma of a bath bomb. You sat in a fuzzy robe and watched from your bedroom as Patrick set up the bath for you, flattered by his commitment to giving you a relaxing evening.Â
After he was satisfied with the bath he put together for you, Patrick retrieved you from your bedroom and led you to the tub, as if you didnât already know where it was.Â
âJust yell for me if you need anything,â Patrick told you, letting go of the hand that he was holding.
âWhat if I need something now?â you questioned as you shed your robe and stepped into the warm, soothing water of the bath.
âWhat do you need?â he asked curiously, already preparing to get whatever it was that you wanted.Â
âWell, I donât need it, but it would be nice if you joined me. If you want to,â you added shyly, still worried about accommodating your partner years into your relationship. Patrick wasnât always in the mood to do super romantic things, but after giving you such a nice night, it seemed far more likely that he would accept your offer.Â
Your request was received even better than you expected, with Patrick making quick work of stripping and getting into the tub behind you, before letting you recline against his chest comfortably.Â
The two of you sat in the tub for a long time, occasionally talking about whatever came to mind, but mostly unwinding in silence and sharing the intimacy of having skin-on-skin contact.Â
Once again, you were sure that you could fall asleep right then and there, relaxed by a tiring trifecta of your dinner, the warm bath, and your fiancĂ©âs comforting presence.Â
âI never wanna get out,â you sighed contently, turning your head to dreamily look at your partner.Â
âI donât either, but Iâm starting to worry that if I stay any longer, my skinâs gonna start falling off,â he showed you his pruning fingers to prove his point.Â
âEw,â you said simply, that being all you needed to hear to get you out. Besides, the water had gone cold a long time ago, and you were itching to lay in bed.Â
âI want to get out, but I donât think any of my muscles work anymore,â you explained as you watched Patrick wrap a towel around his waist after stepping out of the tub.Â
âIs this your way of asking me to carry you to bed?â he asked with a hint of laughter in his voice.Â
âDepends. Are you offering?â you fluttered your eyelashes at Patrick as if that would somehow sweeten the deal.Â
Patrick gave you a wordless grin, one that told you that you were about to get exactly what you wanted. He helped you out of the tub and carried you to bed as he promised, before setting you down and tossing some pajamas at you.
After he cleaned up the bathroom, Patrick joined you in bed, where you were chewing on your bottom lip as you answered a few work emails.Â
âPut that away,â Patrick gently chided you, shutting your laptop for you. âThey can have you tomorrow. Let me have you for now?âÂ
You couldnât argue with that logic, not protesting when Patrick took your computer and set it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Though you really would like to get more work done, your partner was accurate in his assessment that nothing would change if you answered that night rather than in the morning, other than your peace of mind.Â
Once your laptop was out of the way, Patrick wasted no time pulling you in for a passionate kiss, which felt like the perfect way for you to end your night. As his hands eagerly roamed your body, you thought about how this was something that you both earned, with Patrick treating you to such a lovely evening, and you needing this one final action to complete your night of relaxation.Â
Just as Patrick found his way between your thighs, your heated moment was interrupted by the dejected sounding meows of your cat at the door, wanting to be let into the room. Both of you groaned, knowing that if you didnât address the angry furball waiting for you, you really wouldnât be able to enjoy your night.Â
âWeâll pick this back up in the morning,â he promised you as he got out of bed.Â
âIâm gonna hold you to that,â you laughed, sitting up and pulling your discarded nightgown back on while you watched Patrick open the door for your pet. Predictable as ever, she jumped into your bed and sat down where she always liked to sit between you and your fiancĂ©.
âThis has to be the most spoiled cat in all of human history,â Patrick commented as he sat back down next to the two of you in bed.Â
âWhose fault is that?â you teased as you pet the purring feline. Though he would never admit it, Patrick somehow loved your pet even more than you did. You often found him holding and cooing at the cat, or doing research on new toys and puzzles to enrich her.
âWe share responsibility for it,â he dismissed, causing you to giggle.Â
âSure,â you replied, not even bothering to hide the incredulity in your voice. Â
As the two of you sat in bed, you settled into your typical evening routine, with Patrick reading a book beside you and you catching up with your friends over text.Â
Out of the blue, your partner spoke up, grabbing your attention. âYou still havenât told me about how the presentation went.â
You groaned aloud and turned to look at your fiancĂ©, reading glasses perched on his nose and an open book laid on his chest. His beauty, even in a moment of not being all put-together, felt like it should be a crime.Â
âIt wasnât my best work,â you confessed. âIt was kinda my fault. Iâve been so preoccupied with all the wedding stuff, that I basically just let Art throw together the presentation. I just felt so unprepared, but itâs fine, I guess.â
âIâm sure you did better than you think you did,â he assured you. âAnd if you didnât, thatâs also fine. Itâs over, and I donât think anyoneâs gonna remember that you were a little unprepared.â
Though youâd reassured yourself with similar words, it was nice to hear it coming from your partner.Â
âYouâre right. Presentation aside, thank you for making me forget about the real world and all of my problems for a little while,â you leaned over and kissed his cheek, and felt your cheeks warm as Patrick followed up your kiss on the cheek with a real kiss. It amazed you how even after years of being together, he was still able to give you butterflies.Â
âThat was the goal,â he was obviously happy to see that this evening of sweet actions had the intended outcome, based on the wide smile on his face.Â
You bit your tongue to hold back a sappy love confession, knowing that Patrick surely wasnât in the mood to return you one, but you couldnât think of anything else more obvious than the mutual love you felt sitting in that bed, thoroughly pampered after a rough day.Â
As you laid there next to your grinning fiancĂ©, you couldnât help but wish that your wedding would come even sooner, so you could look forward to endless nights of domestic bliss.Â
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Fool me twice
Summary: You meet the man of your dreams.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, betrayal?, lies, implied smut, plot twist (kinda), secrets, the reader doesn't know Bucky is with the mafia
A/N: Inspired by a post I saw on social media about a spicy legend.
Maybe there will be more. I don't know yet.
Five months earlier, âŠ
Who would have thought that youâd meet the man of your dreams at McDonaldâs after a drunken escapade with your best friend.
You yelled at one of the employees, demanding food. âI need a spicy legend!âÂ
âIâm right here, doll!â Someone yelled back, making you squeal. âTry me!â
âI want the same,â your friend slurred and jumped at the employee, peppering kisses all over the poor guyâs face. âAre you spicy too?â She purred and shamelessly wrapped her arms around his neck.
The poor employee tried to handle your friend while the guy strolled toward you. He flashed you an irresistible smile and captured your heart with his soft blue eyes.
âHow about I invite you for coffee before you get a taste of my spiciness?â He offered and held out his hand. âYou look like you need it.â
âI canât leave my friend here,â you replied and pointed at your friend. âOh, shit. WaitâŠâ You gasped as your friend started to strip her shirt off. âFuck, babe! You canât do this here!â
Suddenly, sober you stopped your friend from stripping and apologized to the employee.Â
âI wanna ride him! He looks ready to get eaten,â she whined and tried to get her hands on the guy, but you dragged her away. âPlease.â
âNo, [BFFs name], we gotta get you out of here!â
âCan I lend you a hand,â the stranger offered. His smile was charming, and you felt your cheeks heat up. But he was still a stranger. âI wonât bite, promised.â
âShe likes it when a guy bites her!â Your best friend exclaimed loudly. âBite her neck and sheâll come like a ⊠uh⊠waterfall!âÂ
âThat is enough [BFFs name]. We donât know him.â You guided your friend out, ignoring that the cocky guy followed you outside.
âHey, donât just run off. Give me your number,â he softly said. âI know you just met me, but Iâd like to invite you for coffee.â
You sighed deeply. He was a very handsome guy and seemed to be nice. The problem was you fell for nice guys in the past. In the end, they never were nice guys.
âNo.â
âGive him your number, babe,â your friend slurred. âHere!â She threw her purse at him. âMy code is 6666!â Your friend grinned. âHer name is Y/N Y/L/N. You can call her doll, though. Save her number and call her tomorrow.â
âI like your friend,â he chuckled as you slapped the back of your friendâs head. âDonât hurt her. She means well.â
âI want her to get laid!â Your friend grinned at the stranger. âI hope you can dick a girl down like there is no tomorrow.â
âOh, sweets. I will destroy her,â he replied, smirking darkly. âIn a good way, of courseâŠâ
Five months later you and the stranger you met are going steady.
Heâs charming, irresistible, and yes, he loves to destroy you. Only in the best way possible - of course.
âBucky, why not,â you whine and tug at his wrist. âI promised my mom we would meet up with her for lunch. You canât cancel now.â
âBabe, I got an important meeting. Iâm sorry, but I canât cancel the appointment. I wanted to go with you, I swear.â
You sniff, and let Bucky wrap you in his arms. âNext time.â
âNext time.â
He kisses your hair and sighs deeply. Itâs one of these days. On these days heâs still a caring boyfriend, but a little more distant.Â
âI love you,â you whisper, and he kisses your temple. But he doesnât say it back. Not today. Maybe tomorrow heâll return it.
âDoll, you gotta see this,â Bucky shows you a picture he took of you while you were sleeping. He smirks at you, making your heart flutter. âYou looked so pretty, I had to take a picture.â
âIâm drooling.â You punch his arm. âItâs creepy taking pictures of me while sleeping.âÂ
âI love you and want to memorize every moment with you.â
Today is a better day. He smiles more and tells you he loves you. âI love you too. Maybe next time you can come with me and finally meet my mom. Sheâs nice, you know. I want her to see how happy you make me too.â
âWaitâŠyou wanted me to meet your mom?â He furrows his brows. âShit, did I forget a date? Iâm sorry.â
âWhat? Bucky, did you forget that you told me last week you wouldnât make it? You said something about an important meeting.â
âOh, yeah!â He scratches the back of his head. âThe meeting. Sorry, this week was hell. I forgot about it. Next time, Iâll be there. Promised, doll.â
âOkay,â you snuggle into his chest. âI hope you donât take more pictures.â
âI canât promise anything,â he chirps and pats your back. âIâm really sorry that I forgot about the date with your mom.â
Bucky searches for his phone, and curses under his breath. âBabe, did you see my phone.â
âOn the nightstand. I recharged it for you, baby,â you poke your head out from inside the bathroom. âWhy donât you join me in here?â You crook your finger and try to lure him in.
âSorry, Iâm late,â he dips his head to look at you. âI wish I had more time.â Bucky bites his lower lip. âIf only I couldâŠâ
âYou can always take a day off, baby,â you purr, and drop the towel covering your modesty. âIf you want me to, Iâll call your boss and tell him you need more time for your girlfriend.â
He runs his hands over his thighs, considering you. âYou donât know what youâre doing to me,â he drops the keys in his hands and cups your face. Bucky kisses you fiercely. He moans into your mouth. âI canât resist youâŠâ
âBucky? Baby? Oh my god,â you gasp watching your boyfriend limp inside the living room. Heâs got a black eye, and his nose is bleeding. Blood soaked his white shirt, and his knuckles are split and bloody.
âItâs nothing,â he shakes his head. âYou shouldnât have seen me like this. I got into a fight and âŠâ Bucky runs one hand down his face. âYou should see the other guy.â
âHow did you get into a fight at the office?â You carefully touch his face. âBucky, tell me what happened. I donât think you got into a fight over a stapler or paperwork. This looks like you tried to kill someone.â
You grab his hand and lift it. âIâm so sorryâŠâ He sniffs. âI thoughtâŠback then it wasâŠshitâŠyouâll hate me.â Bucky cups your face with both hands, wincing at the sting of his wounds.
âI donât understand, Bucky. What is going on?â Your heart thunders in your chest. Something is off with Bucky tonight, and you fear itâs worse than split knuckles and a black eye. âPlease. Youâre scaring me.â
âHe shouldâve stayed with you. And protect you while Iâm away,â he drops his gaze and sniffs again. âI didnât want him to fall in love with you too.â
âBUCKY, I donât understand a single thing. Did you lose your mind?â You look at Bucky with teary eyes. âThis morning you were so happy, and we made love. Now you look like you got thrown under the bus. Please tell me what happened.â
âHe wanted me to keep an eye on you for him.â You scream as Buckyâs spit image steps inside the room. Heâs wearing the same suit he wore this morning.Â
âNoâŠnoâŠâ you chant and step away from Bucky. âThis canât be. NoâŠIâŠnoâŠâ you shake your head.Â
âHe shouldnât have fallen for you, or touched you,â Bucky reaches out for you but, you slap his hand away. âIt was for your protection. Every time I couldnât be here, with you, Nick kept you safe.â
âKept me safe?â You angrily wipe a stray tear away. âDid keeping me safe include fucking me?â
âIt was only this once,â Nick hastily says. âI found an excuse to not touch youâŠâ He licks his lips. âThis morning you broke my resolve, and we ended upâŠâ Nick shakes his head. âIâm sorryâŠso sorry, babe. I never wanted you to find out this way.â
âI hate both of you,â you choke out. âAnd I never want to see any of you againâŠâ
Double the trouble
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heyyyyy sliding back in here lol
what about soft!jason who just knows when reader needs a hug? like not specific mental health issues but jason just notices a drained reader and decides to clear his aft to take care of his girl??
(this may or may not be completely self-indulgent...)
sending love <333
Heeeeelp not me relating too much to this for the rest of the weeeeekk đâš
A lot of scenarios came to mind but this was the most easiest to me
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Whatâs an obvious talent with nearly every member of the so called âBatfamily,â was the detective skills. The ability to observe and take in details, noticing the slightest shift in demeanor. Just harnessing the unique gift until itâs second nature was a gift in itself.
Jason wasnât one to flaunt those abilities of his, but right now, he feels his mind working overdrive trying to figure you out.
As in, figure out your slumped body taking up most of the couch after you collapse on it. Your face hidden away behind the comforter, hiding from the harsh society of the daily grind that always found a way to bug the hell out of you after you believe youâre finally starting to get the hang of it.
âCan I have some couch time, too?â Came Jasonâs soft question, gently prodding what he assumed was your shoulder. Your shuffling body grants him permission to settle along the slim space beside you, leaving you undisturbed in your sensory deprivation cocoon.
âBad day at work, Huh?â
âMhm.â Came a bland little muffle.
âWant me to make some calls?â Jason offers in an ever so snarky tone. âTake care of some business?â
âPlease.â You murmur, taking him by surprise.
By that, he always references using violence just to get a rise outta you, knowing youâd usually click your tongue, roll your eyes, or smack him on the shoulder for his idiocy. This time, you agreed to it, maybe even consider mentally encouraging it.
This wasnât the first time you agreed, but whenever you did was usually on ânot so goodâ days. Today looked like a ânot so goodâ day.
âAww, babygirl.â Jasonâs arms reinforce around your body, cradling you to himself like a treasured doll.
âShow me whatâs underneath this blanket city you got goinâ on.â Jason pinched the fabric with two fingers, giving gentle tugs. âShow me that gorgeous face, pretty girl.â
Your reluctance was to be expected, but you give in. Your flushed face is greeted with crisp air before Jason comes to view, smiling softly with all his handsome beauty.
âThereâs my girl,â he whispers, brushing some stray hair tussled by the blanket off to the side.
âGot some soda earlier. Want an ice cream float to feel better?â He asks, watching your head shift as you gesture a no. So distressed, youâd turn away a childhood tradition? Ouch.
âHmm,â Jason tilts his head back in thought, clicking his tongue. âNeed me to kill your boss?â
You nod yes, per his amusement.
âAgh, damn. You shouldâve asked me that about a year ago, babe. Fresh outta the âsoul refund poolâ me wouldaâ done so in a heartbeat.â
You groan, hiding your face further in the valley of his neck while his hands rub circles along different points of your back. âSâokay sweetheart. I know what itâs like to wanna kill your boss, but youâre not at work right now.â
He easily shuffles you around as he spoke, hoisting you into his lap in a seated position.
âYouâre home with me, safe anâ sound,â he continues as he pulls off your shoes, running his hands along your lower legs to soothe the muscles. âAnâ Iâm here. Real world isnât gonna getcha in here.â
Jasonâs lips on your forehead settles the sting of bitterness youâve carried in your chest for hours. He knew just what to say, how to act, and held enough patience for the both of you combined.
You adored him. Your giant red teddy bear.
âWanna do something fun, babe? Wanna watch an old horror movie?â
The silliest of habits you had with Jason was judging the movies you used to find scary back in the day. While some lived up to their name on the gore filled horror scare, the SFX and editing left something to nearly choke on popcorn over.
After that, it was good habit to end movie night on a comedy. The early Y2K movie parodies seemed to always hit the spot. ïżŒ
You nod yes to this, craving that relief now more than ever.
âBet that ice cream is starting to sound good now, huh?â Jason muses, his smirk growing as your head shuffles a yes again.
Thought so.
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