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nuemanfilms · 3 days ago

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WET DREAMS || S.W

— You didn’t think Sam was the type to have a wet dream, but his heavy breaths and small whines against your neck said otherwise.

Summary; Unresolved tension that Sam and Fem!Reader are constantly teased for by the older Winchester finally gets resolved when Sam manages to have a wet dream while sharing a bed with her.

Content Warnings; Smut, piv, unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, Sweet and Dirty talk, Soft-Dom!Sam, Wet dream (obv), Mentions of Dean, mentions of sexual tension, heavy breeding kink, one bed trope, dry humping, cursing, creampie, pulling the panties to the side (yes!), Pet names (Sweetheart, Sweetgirl, Baby, Honey, etc.), praise + more!

A/N; 3 posts in a row? Woaaa. Also, please don’t spam my posts, shadowban exists. 1.4k words, proofread. 16+ advised.

xoxo, roro <3

After the hunt that you and the Winchesters were on, you were able to find some motel on the side of the road. It wasn’t fancy, but it was enough. You were all tired, so you didn’t bother arguing about separate beds.

You and Sam shared one bed, while Dean snored in the other room.

It was amazing, nothing really happened to piss you or Sam off and Dean not being in the same motel room to interrupt with his constant snores and sleep talk.

Your back pressed against Sam’s front. His arm stretched across your waist as he held you firmly against him. It wasn’t like Sam snored or anything, that wasn’t why you couldn’t sleep.

You couldn’t sleep because you could feel his arousal pressing against your ass.

His hips shifted, his 6’4 frame was enough to prevent you from moving especially with your small frame.

You and Sam weren’t exactly established, but you weren’t exactly friends either. Dean always teased you both about the clear tension whenever you were in the same room mere inches away from each other. The older one even noticed the glances you sent his younger brother. And he definitely saw how Sam’s tone and demeanor changed whenever Dean cracked a not funny joke or a flirtatious comment. Sam’s eyes trailing down your figure didn’t go unnoticed by you nor Dean either despite him thinking he was slick (but when was he ever).

Sam’s hips unconsciously grinded up against you, sending a shiver up your spine along with a rush of arousal to your core. You didn’t think Sam was the type to have a wet dream, but his heavy breaths and small whines against your neck said otherwise.

He was letting out incoherent mumbles while his hips continued to push up against yours. His hand tightened on your waist.

The man was still sound asleep.

You tried to be quiet, but who could be quiet when the man you’ve been wanting for years was dry-humping you in your shared bed?

You bit your lip, trying to contain a small noise from slipping past your lips. It didn’t last forever though when he let out a groan after he bucked his hips up particularly hard against you.

You let out a small whimper, and he stirred slightly. His lips parted as his eyes opened slowly. He didn’t realize he was pressed that closely against you until he looked down to where his crotch was pressed directly against your rear end.

“Shit, I’m so sorry-“ He was cut off with a groan when your own hips grinded against his. He was half awake, and he didn’t process the fact that his brother was in the next room. It’s not like you did either though.

“Sweetheart, what- what are you doing?” He gritted out through his teeth. You let out a soft whine in response. Sam could feel his length throb inside of his jeans that he wore to bed despite you wearing your panties and your shirt.

“Sam… please,” You pleaded, he let out a heavy breath again. On one hand, this was probably a bad idea knowing that you both had to leave for another case by morning with his brother in the car. On the other, he was fucking aching for you.

The logical part of his brain shut down when he heard your plea.

“I- uhm… okay, I got you- I’ve got you, honey…” He reassured, “Lift your hips,” He instructed, moving his hands down to unbutton his jeans. He discarded his belt earlier that night. When you did as he asked, his hand slid down from your waist to cup your heat through your soaked panties.

“Fuck, baby… you’re this worked up?” He groaned, his middle finger sliding against your clothed folds. He was collecting wetness through your panties.

You let out a hum in response. His hands tugged his jeans and boxers down just enough for him to be able to pull his cock out.

Sam knew you both wouldn’t have time to get changed in the morning, so he slid your panties to the side. Earning a whine from you as your pussy was exposed to the cold air of the motel room. He aligned himself up with your entrance, his lips covered your jawline with kisses as he carefully pushed inside of you. Your lips parted to let out a moan but Sam pressed his own against yours before you could.

When he finally sheathed himself fully inside of your cunt, he began to whisper praises against your lips. Cooing to you how well you were taking him, “Hey, hey… see? Taking it so well, you gotta loosen up f’ me, baby, hm? Can’t give you what you need if you don’t.” He reminded, his fingers snuck down to your clit. Sliding his fingers beneath your ruined fabric, rubbing at the bud to relax you further around him.

God, you were fucking tight. You were dripping as well, god, why hadn’t he done this sooner?

Y-You can move… please?” You whispered, he pressed a kiss to your lips one last time before he rolled his hips experimentally to see how you’d react. He felt your fingers tangle in his hair as you let out a gasp against his lips.

When he started up a pace, your mewls and moans filled the otherwise silent motel room. Everytime he moved, he filled you to the hilt continuously. Reaching that sweet spot so easily as if he knew where it was by memory. His index and middle finger continued to rub at your pearl, you stretched perfectly around him… even better than he imagined or could’ve dreamed of.

“God, Baby… taking me so well, huh? So small and you’re taking me like a good girl— jesus… you fuckin’ love me stretching you wide, don’t you, Sweet girl?” His tone was soft despite his vulgar words and his movements. You swore you could feel him in your guts.

Which proved to be right when his free hand pressed down on the head of his cock inside of you. You gasped even louder and he had a smirk on his lips.

“So deep- mm, Sammy…” You sounded so needy, and he clearly was getting his ego fueled. He loved how you dumbly told him how much you loved him inside of you, how your brain was turning to mush with his hands roaming your body and his cock hitting spots so deep inside of you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, you feel me, huh? Feel my dick inside this pretty little tummy? So small… filling you up in all the right ways, aren’t I, Sweetheart?” He groaned when he felt your cunt squeeze him, signaling that you clearly loved the way he spoke to you. Also that you were close. He could tell that you were anyways though, based on how your whimpers became more frequent.

The combination of his fingers, his cock, his words spilling in your ear, and how his hand pressed on the bulge in your stomach had you feeling euphoric.

“So close, so close- God…” You moaned, his hips began to stutter yet still kept a steady rhythm. He was close too, his length twitched inside of you.

“Come inside of me, Sam… need your fucking babies in me, get me all nice and full—“ You were cut off with a cry when his hips bucked hard enough to make you fall apart. The knot had already broken inside of you just from that single thrust. And by the way you tightened around Sam’s dick had him groaning against your neck.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? Me fucking my cum inside this ruined cunt of yours, huh? Don’t worry… gonna fill you up so good you’ll feel me for days. Gonna fuckin’ breed this cunt- get it all nice and full of me.” He was more vocal now just at the thought of filling you up. The thought of marking you in more ways than one. His hips stuttered before he stilled, a moan leaving his lips when he came inside of you.

He managed a few more weak thrusts before he stilled completely, overstimulation taking over you both. Your thighs were coated with arousal, your panties were completely ruined now, but that’s not what you both focused on. His lips kissed your jaw a few more times before he drew away from you, tucking himself back in his boxers before he pulled up your panties.

“Did so good for me, Angel.” He praised, pulling you into his embrace as your breathing came to be even. You were both completely spent.

His words held truth to them, you were certain you’d feel him for days.

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synthetickitsune · 1 day ago

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Full Stomach, Full Heart ✧ w.jh

Pairing: Wen Junhui x reader (gn) Genre: angst, hints of comfort Summary: What was the last thing you ate, actually? Yet better question would be when was the last time you ate a full, nutritious meal. You don’t think you can remember though. And you know Jun will hate to hear it. Word count: 2.2k Warnings: food struggles, mentions of reader not eating properly

You feel something’s wrong within the first hour after waking up. Deeply wrong, but you’re equally deep in denial, so you write it off as a side effect of getting up too early and immediately scrolling on your phone, so you go back to sleep. When you wake up again, you’re not really sure you slept at all. Somehow, though, the time has passed too quickly for you to just be spacing out in bed. You need to get up.

The feeling is still there, a weight on your chest and your mind feels like it’s clouded by a thick fog. Your bones feel heavy. Just standing feels uncomfortable and draining. You get some water and crawl back into bed. A text from your boyfriend is waiting for you, wishing you a good morning and asking if you’ve eaten yet. Your stomach churns at the idea of eating, so you ignore the text in favor of more sleep.

Only sleep just won’t come. Not for long anyway. It’s all brief flashes of unconsciousness that leave you disoriented and tired once you wake up. Switching between unsuccessful attempts of napping and mindless scrolling on your phone, with some spacing out on the side, time passes. You try to make yourself get up again and do something, try to guilt yourself into being productive, all without result. Nothing works, nothing feels right.

You can’t tell what’s wrong exactly, but somehow it feels like everything is. It makes you upset, most of all with yourself. There is nothing that needs to get done, however you can come up with a list of a hundred things that you could get done if only you dragged yourself out of bed. There’s no reason you should be like this, you tell yourself. It is what it is, you tell yourself next and close your eyes again.

Without your permission, time passes. It slips away from you, then forcefully reminds you of its existence when your phone starts to ring.

It’s Jun.

“Hey,” you whisper. You hope he heard over the commotion around him. Suddenly you realize you really hate people today. Staying in bed seems even more appealing. Nobody is going to bother you here.

“Are you alright?” Jun cuts straight to chase. His voice is kind but laced with worry. “You never responded to my text.”

Oh. Shit.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I am,” you hesitate a little, “Just don’t feel too good.”

You can see the frown on his face when you close your eyes and focus on the brief pause. The background noise, the voices, get distant and quiet. Somewhere on the other end of the line, a door clicks shut.

“‘Not good’ as in…?” he asks and you sigh. Worrying your lip between your teeth, you regret being honest in the first place. Just a little. But then again if you haven’t told him, he’d drive himself crazy with worry and that’s the last thing he needs during practice.

“I just don’t feel much of anything,” you admit, “I’m just really tired. I don’t want to do anything, don’t wanna talk to anyone.”

He hums in sympathy. It makes something warm flicker in your chest. You can imagine the hug he’d give you if he was here - enveloping, like the world doesn’t exist, his hand cradling your head, the other on the small of your back pulling you close with just the perfect amount of force. He’d hold you until something made him let go, and then still kiss you and promise to be right back.

“I’m sorry I called,” he whispers, “I just got worried.”

“No, I don’t mind you,” you reassure him even as every word drains more energy out of your already exhausted body, “You don’t count.”

“Why thank you,” you hear the smile in his voice. It’s natural for you to smile as well without thinking, if only you had the energy too. Regret wells up in your chest, even though Jun won’t know about this little turmoil. “Have you eaten?”

Your heart pauses for a beat. The answer is clear, but what was the last thing you ate, actually? Probably just instant noodles or something like that. Better question would be when was the last time you ate a full, nutritious meal. You don’t think you can remember though. And you know Jun will hate to hear it.

“...no,” you admit quietly. You curl under the blanket. He might get disappointed and worried but he won’t yell at you, you know that, yet it still feels uncomfortable. The silence drags on and leaves you suspended in anxiety. You beg him to talk inside your head, to say anything - to snap at you, anything will do. Just not the silence.

“y/n, it’s so late…” he says and you know he’s not scolding you, that he’s as gentle as he can be, but it still sounds like you’re getting scolded.

“I know,” you murmur, “I’m not hungry though.”

It’s an understatement. The idea of eating itself makes your stomach churn. And maybe it’s hunger in disguise, maybe. Most likely. You know you should eat. Food feels repulsive, though.

“You need to eat,” he insists, quietly, still gentle. You can hear the change in his voice when he adds: “I’ve been busy a lot, huh?”

“Jun…” you shake your head, “It’s not your fault. I need to take care of myself.”

“I want to be there for you when you’re not feeling well,” there’s a moment where his voice gets higher. You can imagine the lightbulb appearing above his head and it makes you slightly concerned. “I’m gonna help.”

“Wait, no-”

“Shh, no arguing,” he shushes you. You can hear his voice get more distant. “I’ll order you some food. A lot of it. So you can choose.”

You whine.

“I don’t wanna see anyone. Please. I promise I’ll eat later, just not now,” you try to change his mind. It’s pointless, you’re well aware that Jun is the most stubborn when your wellbeing is concerned. The silence on the other end of the line, occasionally broken by tapping noises as your boyfriend’s fingers dance across the screen, tells you resistance is hopeless. Still you try.

“I don’t want to go anywhere to pick up the food. I won’t even go downstairs,” you warn him,

“I won’t pick up the phone if anyone calls. I won’t talk to anyone,” you sulk.

“Jun, please forget about it-”

“Will you cook?” he interrupts you, a slight edge to his voice. You shrivel under the blanket.

“No but-”

“Are there any leftovers you can heat up?”

“No, Jun-”

“Don’t ‘no Jun’ me,” he sighs, “I’m gonna figure this out, okay? Don’t worry.”

Before you can ask for an explanation, beg him to let it go, anything, he hangs up. You groan and pull at your hair. It’s pointless to argue with Jun, however, and although you’re frustrated you know you can trust him. So you return to numbly lying on bed.

It’s some time later that you’re woken up - from sleep or daydreaming, you have no idea - by a text. You frown and pick up the phone, already annoyed. Who dares to bother you now?

Joshua: hey i’m downstairs so don’t get creeped out when i come in with the food

Joshua: if you're awake

Joshua: if not - sorry! ><

…what?

You don’t have much time to process what’s happening before you hear the code being put in and the doors opening. You’re tempted to pretend you’re not home but also what the fuck is he doing here? Taking a quick look at Jun’s messy hoodie and sweats you’re wearing, you ultimately decide that it’s not your fault Joshua’s going to see you like this. He came in uninvited. So much for not talking to anyone. You get up and groggily walk out of the room and look for the intruder.

You find him in the kitchen… putting food containers on the table?

“Hey,” he greets you softly with a friendly smile without pausing his actions.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, confusion written all over your face. Your arms are wrapped around your body protectively. Joshua doesn’t even look at you as he meticulously takes everything out of the bag.

“That’s my line. You should be in bed” he chuckles. Finally he looks up and upon seeing you don’t get the situation at all, he shakes his head with a small laugh.

“Jun said you’re not feeling well,” he explains, “So he asked if anyone could bring you food while you rest. Are you okay to eat now or should I put it in the fridge?”

You stop yourself from screaming aloud. And sighing. And hitting your head against the wall.

“Thank you,” you say instead, “It really wasn’t necessary.”

“No problem,” Joshua smiles at you again, “So?”

“I’ll eat in a bit,” you decide, relaxing slightly. You don’t feel like eating if you’re being honest but you also think the nausea starting to kick in is caused by hunger at this point. You should make yourself eat. Somehow.

“Okay. Do you need anything else? Medicine, dessert?” he jokes and you roll your eyes at him even though the target should really be Junhui.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you try to smile at him despite your irritated mood. You make a mental note to thank Joshua again and apologize later because he leaves as quickly as he came. You should also talk to your boyfriend about using his friends as couriers.

Speaking of which…

Your phone rings again the moment you sit down and angrily stab the utensil into the closest container. You really can’t be bothered to use dishes that you’d have to wash later.

You accept the call and put your boyfriend on speaker.

“Hi… Joshua texted me he dropped off the food?” Jun sounds timid, careful almost.

“Yeah, he did,” you play with the food without raising any to your lips, “I hope you paid him.”

“No, but I owe him one,” he chuckles, still tense, “You know how he is.”

You hum. You do. But that still doesn’t mean your boyfriend should take advantage of his friend’s kindness to bring you food when he’s too busy. It’s not like any of them ever have too much time on their hands to be doing this.

“I… I just thought it would be okay this way,” his voice softens, “That you could avoid social interaction but still get the food delivered. I told Shua to leave you alone.”

You hum again. Not that you mind talking to Jun, he’s always the only exception, but you’re tired. And hungry, yet the idea of picking up the food, chewing, swallowing just seems so exhausting.

“I’m sorry,” Jun’s voice drops into a whisper, “But you need to eat.”

“I know,” you murmur, “And thank you. It’s just I really don’t feel like it even though I’m so hungry right now.”

It’s quiet on the other side for a moment, and then you hear him talking away from the phone - asking Soonyoung for a short break. You can’t hear what the response is but the next thing you hear is the door closing and Jun’s fast steps.

“What happened?” you ask, smiling a little as you imagine your boyfriend speeding through the corridors.

“I’ll facetime you in a bit, yeah? We can eat together,” his voice is full of determination and confidence that you don’t share.

“You’re going to eat in the middle of practice?” your eyebrow raises on its own.

“...Yes.”

There’s another slight pause.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Sure,” you chuckle. You still haven’t found the will to take a bite. Sharing a meal with Jun sounds nice, though. It’s highly unlikely it’s actually going to help with the predicament you’re in but the idea really is nice.

“You don’t have to eat much, I won’t either,” he coaxes you softly. You hear more doors opening and closing. Then something that sounds like a fridge and him rummaging around. “Just eat something, yeah?”

“I’ll try,” you promise.

“I’ll turn on the camera now,” Jun warns while he, at least judging by the sound, puts the food in the microwave.

You just admire his pretty face while he waits for the food to warm up and try to push down the nausea. It’s hunger, it must be. But it does nothing to help you feel like eating. Your boyfriend yaps on about his day so far, about the practice, whines a little about how hard the new choreo is. It’s soothing, comforting. Ultimately, though, it doesn’t help much.

New wave of guilt washes over you when he sits down with his food and looks at you hopefully. You need to eat. You really need to. If for no other reason, then at least so that he doesn’t worry and can fully focus on the practice.

Finally you force your hands to move, your lips to open and your jaws to chew the first bite. Jun’s bright smile feels much better than the food you swallow.

“There we go,” he whispers to himself, trying to bite back the smile as he digs into his own lunch. You hear it anyway.

You smile a little too as you fight against your head to share a meal with him.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #jun x reader #svthub #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #svt angst #svt reactions #svt scenarios #jun angst #junhui angst #junhui x reader #junhui scenatios

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kingkat12 · 3 days ago

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procrastination (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: FLUFF, biting, suggestive content, mentions of sex

summary: Roman knows exactly why you're up so late-- and now it's time to get you to admit it and go to bed

word count: 1,155

a/n: enjoy this oneshot i wrote at one a.m. yesterday to talk myself into going to sleep, and i hope it might work as efficiently for u as well<3333

"You should go to bed,"

I turned away from my computer, staring back at Roman with an annoyed look in my eyes-- still, I was sure he would spot the heaviness of my lids instead, along with the way my lashes moved in slow strokes as I continued to battle sleep. "I can't. I have to finish this,"

"You don't have to do anything at all," he murmured, taking off his reading glasses as he put today's paper down in his lap-- I was glad he finally wore them after I had dragged him to the optician to get a prescription. "This is just yesterday's argument all over again."

I cocked a brow; "We're not arguing, though?"

"... You know what I mean,"

"We didn't exactly argue yesterday, either,"

Roman sighed, the yellow hues of a lamp nearby dipping into the golden brown of his hair. "Yeah, you're right," He placed the paper next to him on the couch, crossing his legs as he stared back at me. I wasn't sitting too far away as he had allowed me to use his home office today, and he was on the couch a little further away from the desk. I loved being in this room; it smelled like Roman. It looked like Roman. Everything from the minimalistic style of the interior to the whisky glasses scattered all around the room which he had forgotten to put coasters beneath. He continued; "We didn't argue, and I'm not going to argue with you now either. I'm simply saying that you don't have to get that stuff done right now."

"But--"

"It's not life or death, is it?" Roman shifted, uncrossing his legs as he moved to the edge of the couch. "How much work do you really think you can get done at one in the morning?"

I shrugged. Being put on the spot like this wasn't my favourite thing in the world. Realizing I had to get real with him to get my point across, I let my shoulders slump as I rolled the office chair an inch or two away from my previous spot near the desk. I had to do everything in my power to not start spinning around on it like I usually liked to do with chairs like these. "I don't want to sleep, though,"

Roman nodded, ready to attack the root of the problem; "Why?" he asked, voice soft and gentle.

I wanted to shut down. Go quiet again and get back to work. Still, I had a feeling this was coming from genuine concern-- and when Roman Godfrey is concerned about your sleep schedule, you know something is off. "I've procrastinated all day," I mumbled, tapping my fingers against the table as I grew uncomfortable with the truth I had suppressed. "I'm procrastinating now. And if I don't make my mind busy with something, I will think about the fact that I haven't gotten anything done today."

Humming, Roman folded his arms over his chest as he listened. Had he not been my boyfriend, I could've mistaken him for my therapist. "You staying up any longer won't change that, though,"

"Yeah," I breathed, no longer meeting his gaze. "But at least I'm not rolling around in bed right now feeling guilty about it." My sentence ended with a sigh, and it didn't take long before I drove my elbows against the hard wood of the desk and buried my face in my hands. Just talking about sleeping made me further exhausted-- was this what he wanted to get out of this conversation? My next words were muffled against my palms; "You don't have to stay up with me, if that's what you're doing. You should get some sleep."

Roman remained quiet, nodding to himself as he kicked back on the couch and ended up in a casual manspread. He grabbed the paper beside him-- "I'll make myself busy with this crossword. By the time I'm done, I hope you've come to your senses,"

I peeked at him through my fingers, and I couldn't help the confusion coursing through my veins as I spotted him reaching for a pen. Was he actually going to do this? Roman Godfrey... doing a crossword puzzle? I must've opened a portal into an alternative universe with my whining. "Come to my senses about what?"

Roman shrugged, filling in his first word on the paper as he no longer met my gaze. "How much nicer it would be to roll around in bed with me instead of doing whatever it is you're doing on your computer,"

Oh. He had a point. I hated when he did that. "Doesn't sound like we'd be getting much sleep that way either,"

Roman chuckled softly, mostly to himself, and wrote down another vertical word across the puzzle. "Perv,"

"... Me?"

"Yes, you," He tsked, pulling his pen away to think about which word to go for next. "Rolling around in bed doesn't have necessarily to mean sex."

I cocked a brow-- "Roman, are you perhaps having a stroke? Everything usually means sex when you're the one talking,"

"Well, tonight I'm a new man," He smiled as he found the answer for a word going across, finally meeting my eyes as he finished filling in the empty slots. "What do you say about making out like we're sixteen and sexually repressed?"

I nearly choked on air. "That's specific,"

"I'm not denying that,"

"How is that different from just... making out like usual?"

Roman leaned his head against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling as he thought out loud; "I think it'd just be messier. So uncoordinated that we'd constantly be knocking teeth,"

It was impossible not to laugh-- "You want to knock teeth, Roman?"

He turned his head to me, his green eyes meeting mine with the loveliest of smiles. "Fuck yeah. I'll even bite you if we get that far,"

"... Christ," With a giggle, I shut my laptop. "Fine! I'll go to bed, but only if you promise to keep your teeth far away from mine."

Roman sucked in a sharp breath as he got up to approach me. He spun the chair to make me face him, and he leaned down far enough for his hot breath to graze my cheek; "Actually, I'll bite you right now if you don't get out of my chair, young lady,"

Oh, I loved this mood of his. "Your chair?"

"Yes. My chair," His classic smirk made an appearance as his eyes darkened; "And my girl."

It didn't take long before Roman scooped me up, hoisting me over his shoulder as I yelped. Still, I knew there was no fighting him. If I did, I'd get another one of those bite marks on my thighs that would linger for days, and I couldn't go through that again. To be frank, I planned to wear more short skirts going forward-- I was visiting his actual office tomorrow, and I planned to make my visit one he'd remember for longer than I had ever had a bite mark lingering on my skin.

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey x reader #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #bill skarsgard #oneshot #bill skarsgård x reader #bill skarsgard fanfiction #hemlock grove fanfiction #holy fuck i need to fix my sleep schedule

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measuredingold · 2 days ago

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i was free in the fall

authors note: something short and sweet :) listened to homesick by dayseeker and it struck a chord within me ( as it always does lol ) and thought, hey... what if i write something based off that ? title comes from the song. feedback is always appreciated and i hope you enjoy !

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

divider: @saradika-graphics

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 789

cw/tw: established relationship, long distance relationship, fluff and angst ?, Noah Sebastian Is Sort Of Bad At Feelings But He's Trying, sweet lol, 18+ minors do not interact

It comes to him slowly, your voice filling his every sense. If he'd shut his eyes it almost feels like you're there. Almost. He sucks in a deep breath as you continue on about your day, eyes fluttering shut as he imagines you next to him.

Tonight they're in a hotel, having a few days off in between shows and wanting to sleep in a real bed for the first in weeks. He imagines you curled up next to him, whispering to him like you normally did. He can feel your fingertips tracing over the art on his chest, and he can't help but shiver at the thought of you touching him.

Something weighs on him, heavy on his chest, and he frowns into the darkness of his room. Some of the guys went out while he stayed back, wanting nothing more than to hear your voice, yet he still feels... He isn't exactly sure. It's a new feeling he's never actually felt before. Longing for something unfamiliar and it's settling so heavily onto his chest, he almost feels like he can't breathe.

He sucks in another deep breath, eyes squeezing shut as he holds his phone up to his ear. He tries to focus on your voice, the way he can imagine your lips wrapping around certain words, but it only makes the feeling deeper. His stomach twists as the realization slowly creeps upon him, almost like it had been there all along.

He misses home.

He misses you.

This is uncharted territory, an unfamiliar feeling because he doesn't even remember the last time he missed home. Whatever the fuck that was.

Home was sometimes a figment of his imagination, something he never got to truly experience. The older he gets, the more he tries to make this so-called home. It was weird, and he never caught himself missing it that much while on the road. Yeah, he missed his bed and the moments he could get to himself. The peace and quiet and familiarity of his room, but that was it.

And it was never a person.

His mind races as he tries to picture what home looks like right now, your face popping up in every scenario he can think of. You crawling into bed after him, him settling on your couch next to you as you flip through Netflix, you asking him what you two should do for dinner that night, you, you, you.

"...Noah?"

He blinks, hard. His thoughts come to an abrupt stop when he hears you call his name, and he suddenly can't remember the last thing you said. Had he been so caught up in his thoughts that he completely blocked you out?

"Hm?" He clears his throat, sucking in a shaking breath.

"You alright, bub? Got quiet on me."

Noah isn't sure what to say. This is still fairly new. He's known you for years but this new relationship between the two of you was fresh. He still caught himself holding back on how he truly felt, hung up on the what ifs and if it will work out for the long run, but tonight... he doesn't think he'll hold back.

With one last shaking breath, he says, "Just thinking about you."

"Oh." You sound taken aback by that, huffing out a laugh. "And what exactly are you thinking about?"

"How much I miss you." He feels so vulnerable saying it, almost scared you'll say something about him being emotional when he usually never is. "And how much I can't wait to come back home."

Your silence on the other end scares him even more, stomach twisting in a way he feels like he could throw up at any given moment. He shouldn't have said anything, should've said it was nothing and let you continue on. He opens his mouth to brush it off, to tell you that it's whatever, but your voice stops him.

"I miss you, too, baby."

Your voice was so soft, he almost couldn't hear you. But he did. He heard it. He felt it. From his toes all the way to the top of his head. His face warms, cheeks growing red as each second passes, and he can't stop the way his heart pounds against his chest.

"Yeah?"

"Of course." You mumble. "Been missin' you the second you left."

"Me too." He whispers it, too scared that if he said it any louder.

The silence that follows doesn't loom as much as it had before, a sort of comfortableness settling over it. He doesn't have to say it, because he knows you know. He knows you feel the exact same way he does in that very moment, and that's enough for him right now.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #mine

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multisstuff · 2 days ago

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There's just something about soft and quiet luffy, that i can't get out of my head. He is usually so loud and rough, not caring how he might bother others. He's always yelling, laughing, and eating as loud as possible. When he moves around, he doesn't care who he bumps into or whose way he's cutting off.

But when his s/o is hurt and doesn't even have the power to sit up by themselves, I imagine him being so quiet and gentle, not wanting to disturb their recovery. Holding their hand close to his face, brushing his lips softly against the bandages as he leans down to their face while they lay on their bed. He'll whisper, empowering words and sweet nothings in their ear. He'll be so so gentle with them.

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"Luffy," you call out with a pleading and trembling voice. The fight left you badly injured and traumatised. Every time you close your eyes, you relive the event, which leads you to be bedridden and unable to sit up by yourself. You can't help and feel so scared and anxious. The only comfort you find is your captain and boyfriend.

He's sitting on one of the chairs next to your bed, not risking lying next to you and hurting you by accident. As he hears you call out for him, he takes your outstretched hand and gently holds it against his chest. Letting you feel his steady heartbeat and strokes it lightly with his thumb.

His face is close to yours, and his hair tickles your forehead, but you don't mind. You need him to be close to you. The scared and anxious feeling aren't letting go even though he is so close to you and you can't help but cry softly.

"Hey hey hey... you're fine... you're okay..."

Luffys voice so unlike his, is tender and gentle against your cheek as he places small and feather light kisses.

His other hand comes up to pet your head, his warmth soothing you a bit.

"I'm here... I'm here now... focus on me yes?"

When your crying slowly stops, he's still leaning close to you while playing with your hair and slowly lulling you back to sleep again. His heart breaks seeing you like this, but he can't do anything but wait and be with you by your side until you're better.

#luffy x reader #luffy x gn reader #luffy imagine #luffy drabble #multisstuf #honestly a bit afraid of posting

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immeasurablesaladagere · 16 hours ago

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A Wildcard is Active - Team Self-Sufficient

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Series Summery: Set in a hypothetical fourth session of Wild Life in which each player has a 50/50 chance of being turned into a kid (ages 4-8) or remaining an adult for the week. How will the adults manage their tiny teammates? How will they keep them out of trouble? And how dangerous could a red or yellow toddler really be? Told from a variety of group POV’s, all with their own challenges over the course of a hypothetical session 4.

⭐️ Fun fact! Every character's child/adult role was actually determined by coin toss (head=adult, tails=child)! All of these dynamics were chosen at random and some were pretty perfect. I just had to do it when I saw this pair.

Fic Summery: By a stroke of bad luck, both Gem and Joel end up as children and are determined not to let anyone know. There are reds about, it’s not safe for them to be alone without an adult to protect them. When they run into trouble in a cave, they're forced to ask the Bamboozlers for help.

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On the first morning of the fourth session, Joel allowed himself to stay in bed just a bit longer and take in the snail-less peace and quiet. No more running about, constantly looking over his shoulder for deadly flying mollusks, just a nice easy doze in the Charger, living the life.

Gem was already up and about, cooking breakfast by the smell of it. Somehow session three had been a breeze for her and now she was going around being all productive. Showoff.

“Joel! Breakfast is ready!”

As much as he wanted to roll over and doze for another thirty minutes, the start of the session would wait for no man. They only had a short time before the next wildcard activated for the week and they needed to pound back as many calories as possible if they wanted to keep up with whatever craziness Grian had in store this time.

So out of bed and into their makeshift kitchen he went, rubbing the sleep crusties out of his eyes. “Quit your yelling, what if I’d been sleepin’ still?”

“Then you needed to get up anyway. Wildcard rolls in an hour, up and ‘attem!” Gem said with the chipperness of someone who hadn’t spent the last week fearing for her life, and slid two plates of eggs, toast, and bacon onto the table.

“Yeah, yeah. Easy for you to say, you dirty snail-lover.”

“Hey! Who made you breakfast?”

“You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry.” Joel shovelled a forkful of bacon into his mouth and groaned. “S’really good.”

Gem chuckled. “Well don’t make it weird! Maybe I shouldn’t be cooking for you.”

“No, please, I’ll be eating nothing but bread all season.” He whined. “Seriously, this is great, thanks Gem.”

“Well of course! We’re going to need the energy!” She finished her glass of milk in one go and got up to start putting her dishes away because holy moly, she ate fast. “What’s on the to-do list for today?”

There were about a million answers to that question, seeing as no one got anything done last week. Diamonds, finish the base, make traps, go to the nether; but of course what they’d like to do didn’t matter so much as what they could do once the wildcard hit. “Dunno. Some mining, maybe hit the nether if Grian hasn’t rigged it to explode or sumfing. I need redstone and gunpowder.”

“Ooo, yeah, the nether sounds good. I don’t know if they’ve found the fortress yet, so maybe there’s still some potion stuff left.”

The moment the last piece of toast was in his mouth Gem was snatching his plate out from under him and dumping it in the sink.

“Oi!”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

Well, might as well get started on the list. “If gonna try to finish the base while nofing’s going on, head’s up for falling deepslate in here!”

“If you get rock dust in my kitchen I’ll put you on yellow!” She called after him.

The base was coming along nicely, it just needed a few finishing touches. Trim here and there, polish the windows, sand off a few edges. He grabbed his tools from the starter base and climbed up onto the hood of the car. Maybe he could even finish before the session started.

“Joel! Wildcard!”

He could not. Joel sighed and set down his tools as the colourful ellipses appeared in his vision and Gem came outside. They had to be prepared for anything, and it was much safer to find out the gimmick together. They both braced for the worst. Floor is lava? Levitation? Permanent nighttime? More snails?

A Wildcard is Active.

The two of them did a hasty once-over of themselves.

“Hearts and hunger are the same,” Gem reported.

“No effects, and you’re not dying right now so no floor-is-lava. Darn, I was hoping for that one.” He didn’t feel any different, and nothing around them seemed immediately strange. It was almost more unsetting that he couldn’t pinpoint the twist right away.

“You were hoping I would die?” Gem asked incredulously.

“No, no, but you know what I mean. I was so sure that’d be one of them!” He patted himself down. “I don’t feel weird. Do I look weird?”

“More than normal? No.” She smirked.

“Wow, rude!”

He was about to accept that maybe Grian had miraculously decided to do something low-key this session. Maybe it was nether-based or mob-based and wouldn’t be nearly as big a deal as the murder snails and the hunger. Sure, it would put a mild spanner in the works but they would live. But then he felt it. His entire body suddenly felt… buzzy. Like pins and needles all over.

“Um, actually… Maybe I do feel a bit weird…”

Gem shifted from foot to foot, rubbing a hand up and down her arms. “You feel it too? What is that?” Her eyes widened. Uh oh. “Oh my— Joel, you’re smoking!”

“I know that Gem, but I’m married so—“ Oh. Sure enough, his arms were giving off a faint purple mist, and now that he noticed it, so was Gem. “Woah, you’re smoking too! What on earth is this? Gah, I hate this feeling!”

In seconds the smoke went from tiny wisps to thick fog that surrounded him completely, and he could just barely make out Gem disappearing behind her own cloud as the smoke consumed him and everything went dark.

Then a moment later he was back again, lying face down on the car and tingly all over. He groaned. Was it weakness? Why did he feel like he was just tossed around by a ravager? He went to sit up and was rocked by a wave of dizziness. “Ugh, oh dear…” He mumbled, and then slowly his words caught up to his spinny brain.

Something was wrong with his voice. It was higher, and weirder.

“Joel!?” Came a squeaky cry from the ground, one that sounded eerily familiar.

He shuffled forward to the edge of the base and oh, that was a long way down. Standing in a fun-size suit of armour and using a sword much too big for her to prop herself up was Gem. Tiny Gem. She looked no older than seven, maybe eight at the absolute most.

“Gem! What’s happened to you?” He called down, and yeah, his voice was definitely wrong.

“Me? What about you? You’re teeny!”

He took a proper look at himself and his new tiny body, squishy arms, and stubby hands. Oh, this was terrible.

“Are we all kids? Is that the twist!? That’s horrible!” How were they supposed to survive like this!?

Gem fumbled to pull out her spyglass and looked across the field to their neighbours. “No, not everyone! Tango’s still big over there, but Etho and Bdubs are little!”

“So only some of us? And we both get made into stupid toddlers? That’s not fair!” He pouted.

Their communicators were suddenly flooded with messages, mostly panicked gibberish from everyone who had been baby-fied and gushing from everyone who hadn’t. From the looks of it every group had at least one normal adult; between Scott, Cleo, Pearl, and Impulse there were three, except for them.

“This is bad, right?” Gem asked nervously, “There’s yellows and reds and if they know we don’t have someone protecting us… what if they kill us?” Joel hadn’t even thought of that. “Come down from there, we should find a place to hide!”

He went to climb down, but stopped when he saw the steep drop down the windshield to the ground. Suddenly his stomach was twisting into knots and he couldn’t bring himself to slide down. “Uh…”

“What’s wrong?” Gem asked with a look of growing worry, “Are you… scared?”

Joel’s ears burned. “N-no! Just, um…” So it was messing with their heads as well.

Gem seemed to understand, and careful to stay out of sight from their nosy neighbours, she crept around to the front of the car and built up a few blocks. When she got close enough, she held out her arms for him to slide into. “I’ll catch you.”

Absolutely not. He would rather die right then and there. “I don’t need your help!”

Gem rolled her eyes. “Sure you don’t, now come on, before someone sees us!” She hissed.

Without much of a choice, Joel took a deep breath and pushed himself down the hood of the car with a squeak and landed safely in Gem’s arms. Once he was safely back on solid ground, she immediately began to manhandle him.

“C’mon, c’mon!” She dragged him by the hand to their starter base and to his dismay, she was indeed much taller than he was, and she was able to pull him like he was a bundle of feathers. “Grab as much food and stuff as you can.” She said, and began rifling through their chests.

“Wha— okay, where’re we going?” The chests were so hugehe almost couldn’t reach into the bottom and he had to stand on his tip-toes to reach a pile of bread.

“We’re gonna hide underground. No one’s gonna wanna come look for us down there.” Gem said, like she’d thought the whole thing through already. She dropped a stack of torches and loose coal into her inventory.

“For all week? That’s a long time.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, I know, that’s why we’re getting all this stuff. We can come back up for food if we really gotta, but we can’t let anyone know that we’re both kids. That’d be super bad.”

Joel snickered. “You’re talkin’ funny.”

She scoffed, offended. “Am not! And don’t be mean to your elders!”

“You are not my elder! Look at you!”

“Uh-huh, and what does that make you? Look how small you are compared to me! You’re just a baby!” She teased, ruffling his hair.

“Oi, you—“

“—Gem? Joel? Are you here?”

They froze. Bdubs. And where there was Bdubs, there was Tango, and Tango was red. Gem hurried them to the wall and dug into it, boxing them in. They both held their breaths as multiple sets of feet walked around their base, and for some reason the whole thing felt a lot scarier than it should’ve been.

“Awe, they’re not here.” Bdubs.

“Do you think they’re kids, too?” Etho.

“Oh, I wanna see kid-Joel so bad! I bet he’d be real tiny.”

“C’mon Dubs, let’s go find the others.”

The footsteps walked away, and they both let out a sigh of relief.

“Let’s dig down.” Gem whispered. She lit a torch and the little box they were crammed in filled with light, which he liked a lot more than the dark. Joel tried his best to stay out of her way as she began to dig a tunnel down, and he was put on torch-duty, keeping it lit all the way down.

After what felt like forever, they finally hit a cave. It was really dark, which was both good and bad. Good because it meant no one had been there yet, and bad because Joel was very quickly learning his little kid brain didn’t like the dark very much.

“I don’t hear any monsters.” Gem said, peering into the hole, “Gimme the torches.” She took one more look around, then scooted down from their safe ledge into the cave. The torch in her hand lit up the walls around them just enough for him to see just how much further the cave went. It was already huge, but it seemed even huger because they were so small. The empty void made his stomach feel fluttery. He took out his sword and gripped it tight.

“Put the torches down, Gem! So the mobs don’t spawn!” He said urgently. Gem turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re really jumpy, huh?” She smiled.

“I-I’m not! We just have to be careful. What— w-what if mobs do more damage ‘cause we’re tiny? Didjya ever think of that, Ms. Not— uh, Afraid?”

It was meant to be a jab but she just started giggling. “This is adorable. You look so pouty!”

She was so busy laughing at his expense she didn’t notice the creeper emerging from the darkness and scuttling towards her.

“Gem, watch out!”

She whirled around just in time to pull up her shield before the creeper blew up in her face and sent her staggering back into the wall.

“Are you okay!?” He called, timidly crouching over the ledge.

Gem chuckled nervously, brushing off some of the stone bits that got on her clothes and hair. “Yep, all good! Maybe the torches are a good idea…”

As Gem placed down torches he cautiously climbed down into the cave, keeping a sweaty hold on the handle of his shield. He hated just how blummin’ nervous he felt. He shouldn’t have cared if it was dark or if there might be monsters lurking around the corner, but suddenly the thought of leaving the light and Gem’s side was the worst thing ever. Stupid kid brain, stupid kid body.

“Okay! We’re okay, we’re fine.” She chirped, “We’ve got torches, an’ our swords and shields, we’ll be fine.” It sounded like she was telling herself that just as much as she was telling him, which strangely did make him feel better. At least we wasn’t the only scaredy-cat, even if Gem was better at hiding it than him. “Let’s go find some iron. We might even be deep enough to find diamonds!”

Right. Diamonds, iron, focus on that. “We’re gonna be so rich, Gem. All those silly fools up there are gonna be freakin’ out about being stupid babies and we’re gonna have full diamond!”

“There, that’s the spirit. Do you— um...” She offered her hand to him with a small smile. “You can be our shield, and I’ll protect us with the sword. How’s that sound?”

Joel scowled at her hand and reluctantly, to the death of his pride, took it. This was the worst day. He was going to have a talk with Grian when this was all over. The jerk was probably an adult as well, knowing him and the stupid universe. “Fine. But only for teamwork.”

“Teamwork.” Gem agreed, and they descended into the darkness.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Gem asked, throwing a few more loose pieces of wood into their little campfire.

It wasn’t. Sure, the dark still wasn’t very nice and they hadn’t had much luck with diamonds, but their trek through the cave got them a lot of iron, nearly a stack between them. “I wasn’t worried. I knew we were gonna be fine the whole time.”

“Uh-huh. And when you screamed like a girl ‘cause you saw a spider you were totally gonna take it down, right?”

He nodded, dumping as much raw iron as he could fit into the furnace. “Yep, you just got their first. Silly Gem, stealin’ my kills.”

Even though he’d been trying not to think about it, he appreciated what Gem was doing. Both of their minds were being affected by the wildcard, but it was embarrassingly obvious that he had it worse, probably because he seemed to be the ‘younger’ of the two of them. And all the while dealing with her own nervousness and keeping them safe, she was talking to him like a normal person and keeping him steady. The good-natured ribbing they exchanged kept everything feeling light when the scary cave sounds started to get to him, and she wasn’t being overbearing or babying him. It was almost like session one again; a normal day, just ever so slightly shorter than two blocks tall.

“Here, pork chop’s ready.” Gem passed him a stick with a cut of cooked pork chop skewered on it. Even without any seasonings, it smelled delicious.

“Fanks, Gem.” He devoured the whole thing in a few large bites, much to Gem’s disgust. One of the few upsides to being so small was that they were going through much less food than usual, and one pork chop was all he needed to feel properly full again.

“So,” He burped, “We’re really gonna stay down here all week?”

Gem nodded and started making something on the crafting table. “Thas’ the plan.”

“Aw, but that’s a bit boring, isn’t it? I wanna have some fun too…” He kicked a little stone away and the clacking echoed off the walls.

“Do you wanna have fun, or do you wanna stay alive?”

How could she be so tiny and still act like such a mum? “Stay alive, I guess.” He pouted.

She turned around and laid a thin wool sleeping bag on the floor with the tiniest pillow Joel had ever seen. “That’s what I thought. I’ll take first watch. I didn’t bring enough wool, so sorry it’s not very good...”

There was no way he could be upset about the sleeping bag, not when she was making that face. If they were on the surface, Joel was sure Gem could get them whatever they wanted just by giving someone puppy eyes. “No, no, it’s fine! It looks super comfy, in fact.” He crawled over to it and nestled inside to show her. Stones dug into his back. “See? I could fall asleep right now.” He made an exaggerated yawn.

Gem chuckled. “I ‘precicate it, but you don’t hav’ta lie. Your pudgy little face doesn’t hide anything.”

“Going to sleep now!” He yelled, turning over and pressing his face into the pillow. “Honk-shoo, honk-shoo, see? Sleeping.”

“Have a good sleep, Joel.”

“Joel, get up, get up, come on!”

Joel barely had time to remember where he was before a hand grabbed him roughly by the wrist and then they were running. His half-asleep legs stumbled to catch up and Gem was half-dragging him, and between his bleary eyes and the unlit cave he could barely see where they were going.

“Gem, what on earth— what’s going on!? What are we runni—“ Two arrows whizzed past his head much too close for comfort, and that woke him up.

“There were so many, I—I couldn’t kill them all!” Gem exclaimed. They took a hard left at a fork and two more zombies joined the chase from the right. There were at least six mobs behind them, probably more. There was no time to pull out their shields, they’d surely be overwhelmed instantly, which meant they’d just have to find a place to hide.

“Gem this is bad, this is so bad!”

Gem cried out as an arrow lodged itself in her shoulder, and then another. “I-I know, I know, keep running!”

They rounded another corner and skidded to a halt. Dead end. Joel raised his shield to catch another arrow but the mobs were getting close fast. They were dead.

He yelped as Gem grabbed him by the scruff and pushed him into a corner. “Ow! Gem, what—?” She began haphazardly surrounding him in cobblestone, and Joel’s stomach dropped. “Wait, G-Gem, what are you— what are you doing?”

“I’m low, my shield’s almost gone,” She panted, and her splitting shield took another hit, this time from the zombie at the head of the pack gnawing viciously at the wood. “Stay in here, I’ll come back for you, okay?”

“Gem, no!” His heart was pounding. He could only see a sliver of Gem’s scared but resigned expression through the gap now. More zombies caught up, groaning and forcing her back. “Gem—!”

The last block slid into place and he was plunged into darkness just as the message rang out.

Geminitay was slain by a zombie

This wildcard is a nightmare.

Jimmy watched, exhausted, as Lizzie tried to coach Scar up a tree for the third time. While a good “parent” might have stopped it by now, falling out of a tree was about the safest thing they had been up to over the last twenty-four hours. If all he had to do was pass out snacks for regen every time Scar fell, that was fine by him.

He truly believed Grian’s games simply hated him personally. Why else would he be the only adult in his team? Theyellow life, the canary, the one who attracted death, keeping two children safe. What was the universe thinking? And of course in all the nonsense he hardly had any time to think about how he was going to get his next kill. Lizzie had been trying to help, but most of her ideas ended up drifting in a fantastical or hypothetical Jimmy-is-suddenly-amazing-at-pvp scenario and hadn’t come to fruition.

“Jimmy, look! I made it!”

Sure enough, Scar had finally managed to clamber up next to Lizzie on the branch, smiling proudly down at him.

“Wow, look at that! Don’t fall, please, I’m running out of bread!”

“I won’t, I’m being very careful.” Scar waved him off, then wobbled and caught himself. “See? Careful.”

“Mm-hm.”

Bzz-bzzt.

Oh? What’s gone on now? He pulled out his communicator.

Geminitay was slain by a zombie

<Smajor1995: ???>

<Grian: red/yellow kill??>

<BDoubleO100: gem’s baby I kno it>

Huh. Gem and Joel had been missing for the entire session so far, and for her to die to a zombie of all things, she must have been seriously caught off-guard. Or small, came the thought, but even then Joel probably would have been looking after her, what with his whole “family” bit. Was he seriously being a better parent than Joel right now? He smiled to himself. What an idea.

And so, continuing his streak of great parenting, he went back to supervising.

“Wo-OAH!”

And down Scar went, taking Lizzie with him and hitting the ground with a thump.

“Owwww, Scaaar! That hurt!” Lizzie whined.

“Sorry, sorry! I was tryin’a get higher!”

Jimmy just sighed and fished two more loaves of bread from his inventory. “Come on now, no arguing, just take your bread.”

Thankfully, even though Lizzie and Scar had proven themselves to be quite the tiny squabblers so far, the snacks seemed to settle them enough to just sticking their tongues out at one another and throwing crumbs. It was in the middle of their picnic when he heard someone yelling his name, and he turned to see Gem running towards him. Sure enough, she was a kid maybe the same age as Lizzie, and she looked all out of sorts.

“Gem! Where’ve you been, eh? What’s going on?”

“Y-You gotta— you—“ She gasped, out of breath and stumbling over her words, “You— we need help!”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “What? Slow down, who’s ‘we’? You and Joel?”

Gem nodded quickly. “We— we were in a cave and I was s’posed to protect him b-but I couldn’t an’ there w-were so many mobs an’—!“

“Hey, hey, woah, easy.” He knelt down in front of her and put his hands on her small shoulders. This was still so weird. “Deep breaths, ready? In…” She took a harsh breath in. “Out.” She released it. “Now, tell me what’s happened.”

Gem swallowed hard and Jimmy swore he could see the faintest hint of tears forming in her eyes. “Me and Joel are b-both kids, a-and I said we should hide ‘cause we had no adult to protect us so we went into a cave. I-It was my idea an’ I was s’posed to keep him safe, b-but there were so many mobs and—and I di-died and now Joel’s trapped down there and it’s all my fault!” She blurted, and a few stray tears fell down her cheeks.

Oh boy. “Well, that is a lot, isn’t it?” He said rather stupidly, and then rushed to correct himself when Gem’s face scrunched up like she was about to start bawling, “B-But don’t worry, we’ll get this all sorted, yeah? Where is he? I’ll help you rescue him.”

“In a cave under our base. I gotta show you, w-we dug it ourselves.” She sniffled, seemingly calming down. Thank admins.

“Alright, well…” He looked over to Lizzie and Scar, who were watching with wide eyes. “Lizzie, I put you in charge. Go inside with Scar and play some board games or something until I get back. Or go play with the neighbours, whatever, just something safe, alright?”

Lizzie got a look of genuine seriousness about her and nodded, and the two of them ran off towards the mountain.

Jimmy offered his hand to Gem. “Alright, lead the way.”

The staircase down into their cave was a tight squeeze, but once they were in the mouth of the cave opened up considerably. For an undiscovered cave it was very large and, other than a few of Gem’s stray torches, very dark.

“Jimmyyy!” Gem urged, “Hurry, this way!”

“Right, right, hurrying!”

He heard the mobs before he saw them, and there were a lot. At least two skeletons, a handful of zombies, and a spider. No wonder they’d been overwhelmed, even he was going to need to be careful about this. He motioned for Gem to stay back and brought up his shield, steeling himself with a breath for courage. Why Gem came to him with this was beyond him, but there was no turning back now. Joel needed him. Heck, Gem needed him. He peered around the corner where the pack was clustered around a cobblestone box and noticed a single creeper mixed into the bunch. Bingo.

“Hey, big stupid mobs! Come and get me!” He shouted, and the entire group turned to come towards him. The creeper scuttled faster, pushing its way to the front, exactly what he was hoping for. He hid behind his shield as they all clustered together and the creeper hissed to life.

BOOM

The only surviving skeleton was easy to cut down with his sword, and he let out a huff of relief as the bones clattered to the floor. He did it. Holy moly he did it.

“Joel!” Gem rushed past him to the cobblestone box and he followed close behind.

He helped her break away the cobblestone, and inside the box with not so much as a torch sat Joel, who was maybe even younger than Scar, curled in on himself and shaking like a cold strider. A tiny part of Jimmy, the tiniest, ugliest part, whispered in his ear how easy it would be to get a dark green kill right now. How simple. But he shut it down. No. Not like this.

“I-I don’ l-like this wildcard…” Joel whined, before bursting into tears.

“Oh Joel, buddy, it’s alright…” Jimmy tried to comfort. His hands hovered uncertainly. A quick glance at Gem told him she wasn’t doing much better and was just barely keeping it together. He needed to come up with something quickly.

Without stopping to consider the possible awkward consequences, he did the first thing he could think of. He reached down and scooped Joel into his arms.

“Hey, shhh, you’re alright, you’re okay… shhh. Uncle Tim’s gotcha now, everything’s gonna be A-OK.” He hushed, letting every soothing phrase he could think of tumble out of his mouth like alphabet soup. He threw in a little gentle rocking, pet Joel’s hair, anything he could think of until finally the shaking and crying began to settle. The shoulder of his jacket was soaked through with snot and tears by the time Joel properly came back around, but that was fine. He would just have to dunk it in the river or something later.

Joel sniffled and sat up slightly, using one hand to scrub at his face while the other stayed firmly clutched in his shirt. “Ugh… sorry about that, Jim. This whole kid ‘fing sucks…”

“…Joel? Are you okay?” Gem mumbled, face flushed and eyes puffy.

Joel thought for a second, then nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just got a bit scary there, y’know? Stupid baby brain didn’ like the dark.”

“M’so sorry…” She warbled, sounding on the edge of tears again, and Jimmy had to put a stop to that right away.

“Nope, no more crying!” He announced, maybe a bit too loudly, “Everything’s alright now. You did the best you could, Gem. See? Joel’s still on six lives because of you.”

“But I—“

“No buts! You did a good job protecting Joel, and Joel was very brave for staying safe down here by himself. Can we all agree?”

“Haha, butts.” He heard Joel mutter against his shirt. Jimmy counted that as a win.

“Perfect. Now we’re all going to get out of this cave, and you two can spend the night with the Bamboozlers, how does that sound?”

“Like a sleepover?” Gem tilted her head like a puppy, and now that they weren’t in a crisis, man, these guys were cute.

“Yeah, like a sleepover. C’mon now, I’ve got to get back to Lizzie and Scar before they destroy the server.” He went to set Joel down, only for him to cling tighter and wrap his legs around his torso like a koala. Jimmy was happy to keep carrying him; if he was being honest he expect Joel to start thrashing to be let go the moment he came back to himself, but if he still needed it then Jimmy certainly wasn’t going to judge. Plus, one day it was going to be an amazing story to hold over his head. Maybe not today, but someday.

“So,” Joel said, a cheeky smile on his face as they started up to the surface, “‘Uncle Tim’, huh?”

Jimmy wordlessly reached over and pushed Joel’s head back against his shoulder. “Hush.”

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CHAPTER SEVEN

“even when it’s bad, i love you”

pairing — trentxblack!girl

genre — angst, angst and more angst

word count — 7k

summary — y/n and trent's once strong relationship is strained by his growing distance and her unexpected pregnancy. as they clash over their future, y/n faces the painful choice of leaving behind the love and they love they worked so hard creating. will they overcome their struggles and rebuild their love, or will their fractured bond break beyond repair?

an — i hope you are all well! let me know your thoughts and preditctions.

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as the late morning light filtered through their living room, trent wrapped his arms around y/n as she lay nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder. he watched her fight to keep her eyes open, her hand absently rubbing her bump as she tried to keep up with the quiet conversation between them. he could see the exhaustion starting to weigh on her, how the pregnancy seemed to tire her out faster with each passing day.

“baby,” he whispered, his voice soft as his fingers brushed her cheek. “how about you sleep with me? just for a bit, before i head out?”

she glanced up, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips, and let out a small sigh of contentment. “only if you’re staying right here,” she murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness.

he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “right here, promise. we’ll take a nap together.”

earlier that morning, he'd watched her moving around the house in baggy sweats and a cropped tank, her bump now round and unmistakable, stretching against the fabric. she’d been organizing, moving things around, too determined to get everything in its place before the babies came. but even with her hair a little messy and her cheeks flushed from effort, she looked so beautiful to him, so strong. still, he couldn’t help noticing how every few steps, she’d pause, hands finding her back, and her shoulders slumping, exhaustion clearly tugging at her.

she’d brushed off his suggestion to rest, insisting she was fine and had things to do, but he knew her well enough to see through it. so now, as she settled in his arms, he gently pulled her onto his chest, letting her fully relax against him.

he could feel her breathing start to slow, her body softening, melting into his warmth. as her fingers traced gentle patterns over his chest, he stroked her back, feeling the curve of her body, the slight weight of her belly pressing against him. it was in moments like this that everything felt real, that the love he had for her seemed too big to contain.

with his hand resting over hers on her bump, he murmured, “you don’t have to do it all, you know. just take it easy… you’re carrying our whole world in there.”

she let out a soft hum of agreement, her eyes closed, but there was a small, content smile on her lips. “i know,” she whispered. “i just want everything to be perfect… for them, for you.”

“it already is,” he said, pressing another gentle kiss to her hair. “just being here with you… it’s all i need.”

her hand tightened slightly over his, and he could feel the rhythm of her breathing settle even more. he let his thumb brush small circles over her knuckles, feeling her pulse beneath his fingertips, as if grounding himself in this moment, in her. he closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink into the warmth of her, the quiet weight of their love, and the peaceful anticipation of everything ahead.

there, wrapped in each other’s arms, they found a pocket of calm amidst the whirlwind of their lives. time seemed to fade away, leaving only the soft rise and fall of their breathing, the gentle weight of her against him, and the quiet joy of what they were building together.

the next day their morning had started in the best way possible, wrapped up in each other in bed, the sun barely peeking through the blinds. trent had been soft and sweet, his hands tracing lazy circles along her back, his lips brushing her shoulder as they whispered sleepy good mornings. they’d stayed close like that for hours, just soaking in each other’s presence. after a breakfast in bed that had ended in laughter and syrup-sticky fingers, y/n had suggested they move to the couch for a movie.

“let’s watch a walk to remember,” she’d said with a soft smile, her eyes bright, pulling him into the living room. trent chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist as they walked.

“this again?” he teased, smirking. “you’ve watched this movie a thousand times, love. you know how it ends.”

she rolled her eyes, nudging him. “i know, but it’s a classic. besides, it’s comforting.”

he gave her a playful side-eye, clearly not convinced, but he didn’t argue. instead, he let her settle against his chest as they nestled into the couch, her head on his shoulder, his arm securely wrapped around her. it felt perfect. cozy. he ran his fingers softly along her arm, pressing gentle kisses to her temple.

but a few minutes into the movie, he noticed her body tense under his arm. the shift was subtle at first, like she was trying to ignore something, but then she shifted again, pulling her shoulder away from his kisses, her body inching just out of his hold.

“hey,” he murmured softly, tilting his head down to look at her. “everything okay?”

she crossed her arms over her chest, visibly frustrated, but not at him exactly. “i just… i don’t know. i don’t want to be touched right now.” her voice was clipped, guarded.

trent blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “oh, okay. but… you wanted to cuddle, right?” he asked gently, the hint of confusion softened by his patience.

she sighed, rolling her eyes as if he should already understand. “that was then, trent. this is now.”

he held back a chuckle, nodding slowly as he scooted away to give her space, though he kept watching her with a gentle curiosity. “right, got it. i’ll just be over here… not touching.” he said with a small, amused smile, hoping a bit of humor might ease whatever tension she was feeling.

y/n just huffed, her arms still folded tightly as she turned her gaze back to the screen. trent sat beside her in comfortable silence, giving her the room she clearly needed. he turned his attention to the movie, chuckling to himself every so often at the cheesy dialogue, sneaking glances at her, trying to gauge if her mood had shifted again.

but then, just as the opening scenes played out—before anything remotely sad had even happened—he heard the softest sniffle beside him. he looked over, and there she was, eyes already glossy with tears, lips quivering slightly as she blinked up at the screen, her chest rising and falling a bit faster.

“baby… it’s barely started,” trent said softly, keeping his voice light and teasing, but filled with genuine concern as he gently reached for her hand.

she let out a shaky breath, wiping a tear from her cheek, clearly frustrated. “i know,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “i don’t even know why i’m crying, trent. i just… i can’t stop. everything feels… all over the place.”

trent’s heart ached a little at her words, the vulnerability in her expression catching him completely. “oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around her slowly, letting her decide if she wanted the closeness. she didn’t pull away this time, instead leaning into him, her fingers clutching onto his shirt like she needed something to ground her.

“it’s the hormones, right?” he said softly, brushing a hand through her hair. “nothing wrong with you at all. it’s just… pregnancy stuff.”

she looked up at him, her brows pinched in that way they did when she was trying to hold back. “i feel so… i don’t know, trent. like i’m not myself. like i’m losing it. i wanted you here, then i didn’t, and now… i do.” her words came out broken, her voice barely above a whisper.

trent only held her closer, his hand softly rubbing her back, his patience infinite. “love, it’s okay. really. we can go back and forth all day if you need,” he said with a small, reassuring smile. “doesn’t matter what you’re feeling. whatever you need, i’m here. i’ll keep up.”

she sniffled, her fingers curling tighter in his shirt. “i just don’t know what’s wrong with me… we were fine this morning, weren’t we? i was happy, and now… i feel like i’m breaking down over… this.” she gestured vaguely to the screen, her face softening in a self-conscious way, like she was embarrassed.

trent kissed her temple, his voice warm and low. “i think you’re pretty incredible, actually,” he whispered. “carrying all of this, feeling everything so intensely. and if you need to cry during a movie you’ve seen a thousand times, i’m not going anywhere.”

her lips trembled, a soft smile breaking through her teary expression. “i don’t know what i’d do without you, trent.”

he kissed her again, his hand gently tracing her shoulder as he held her. “well, lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out.”

the day started with excitement. y/n had been practically buzzing since breakfast, and trent couldn’t help but smile at the energy she radiated. they sat together in the kitchen, y/n’s hands wrapped around a mug of tea while trent scrolled through his phone.

“so, guess who’s coming over?” she asked, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with barely contained enthusiasm.

trent looked up from his phone, intrigued. “who?”

“aura!” y/n exclaimed, almost bouncing in her seat. “tyler and his wife are going on an anniversary trip, and we get to watch her for the night!”

trent raised an eyebrow, surprised. “aura? as in… my niece, aura?”

“yes!” she laughed, her excitement only growing. “she’s coming over tonight, and she’ll be sleeping here. i thought it’d be fun for us to take care of her. you know, kind of like a… test run.” she wiggled her eyebrows at him, clearly pleased with herself for coming up with the idea.

trent chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “a test run? for what?”

“parenthood!” y/n said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “i mean, we’re about to have two babies soon, so why not practice with aura? she’s only, what, two and a half? it’ll be good for us to see how we manage with a toddler. besides,” she added with a playful glint in her eyes, “how hard can it be?”

trent smirked, setting his phone down and crossing his arms over his chest. “how hard, indeed. alright, i’m up for the challenge. let’s do it.”

y/n grinned, reaching across the table to give his hand an affectionate squeeze. “we’ve got this. she’s going to love it.”

by 6 p.m., aura was there, tiny pink backpack slung over her shoulder, her big eyes wide with excitement as she waddled into the house, holding tyler’s hand. she looked like a miniature version of her father, her wild curls bouncing as she moved, her small voice chattering non-stop.

“thank you so much for watching her,” tyler said, slightly frazzled but clearly grateful. “she’s got her snacks in her bag, and her bedtime’s at 8 p.m.—well, we try to get her to sleep by then, but good luck with that. oh, and she loves ‘the wheels on the bus.’ just a warning.”

y/n and trent both nodded enthusiastically, waving tyler off with reassuring smiles. aura, meanwhile, was already making herself at home, toddling around the living room as she inspected every corner with curiosity.

“easy peasy,” y/n whispered to trent once tyler had left. she crouched down to aura’s level, her smile wide and warm. “hey, aura! are you ready to have some fun?”

aura looked up at y/n with wide eyes before giggling and running over to the couch, climbing up with surprising agility. “wheels on the bus!” she declared.

trent raised an eyebrow at y/n, who stifled a laugh. “she doesn’t waste time, does she?”

“wheels on the bus, huh?” y/n said, picking up the remote. “alright, aura. we’ll start with a little tv, and then we’ll do some fun activities.”

the next hour passed in a whirlwind of nursery rhymes and toddler chaos. aura, true to her nature, was a bundle of energy—demanding snacks one minute, refusing them the next, asking for different toys, and then promptly getting bored with them. she sang “the wheels on the bus” on repeat, over and over, her tiny voice echoing through the house like a broken record.

trent tried to keep up, offering snacks, building blocks, and even attempting a dance-off at one point to keep aura entertained, but the toddler was relentless. nothing seemed to hold her attention for more than a few minutes. y/n had taken over for a bit, reading her a book, but even that failed after aura decided she’d rather flip the pages herself—at lightning speed.

“how is she still going?” y/n whispered, her eyes wide as aura zoomed across the living room again, running in circles around the coffee table. “she’s like a little tornado.”

trent leaned against the doorframe, watching with a mix of amusement and exhaustion. “i have no idea, but i’m starting to think we underestimated her.”

y/n sighed, glancing at the clock. “it’s only been an hour. i thought we’d be pros at this by now.”

“same,” trent muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. aura suddenly jumped onto the couch again, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pointed at the tv.

“wheels on the bus!”

y/n’s eyes widened in horror as the opening notes of the familiar song began to play again. “oh no… not again.”

trent burst out laughing. “you said it wouldn’t be that bad. look at us now.”

aura began clapping along with the song, blissfully unaware of the adults slowly losing their minds.

y/n threw her hands up in mock surrender, a laugh bubbling up despite her exhaustion. “i’m hiding,” she whispered dramatically. “i’m not even joking, trent. if i hear that song one more time…”

with that, she tiptoed away, sneaking off down the hallway and into their bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her as she leaned against it, letting out a deep sigh of relief. silence. glorious, wonderful silence.

she slid down to sit on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest as she tried to compose herself. how did parents do this every day?

a few minutes passed before the door creaked open, and trent poked his head in, his face a mixture of amusement and exhaustion. “you’re hiding too, huh?”

y/n looked up, letting out a soft laugh. “i couldn’t take it anymore. i needed a breather.”

trent walked in, closing the door behind him before collapsing onto the bed with a groan. “same. i’ve heard ‘the wheels on the bus’ more times tonight than i have in my entire life.”

y/n snorted, crawling over to join him on the bed. she laid on her side, propping her head up on her hand. “she’s so cute, but wow. i’m exhausted.”

“me too,” trent admitted, closing his eyes as he lay back against the pillows. “and she’s just one kid.”

“one kid,” y/n repeated in disbelief. “how are we going to handle two?”

“we’ve got time to figure it out,” trent said, though there was a faint note of doubt in his voice.

y/n let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “if i hear ‘the wheels on the bus’ one more time, i might lose it.”

trent grinned, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand. “well, look at it this way—if we can survive aura, we can survive anything.”

just as they began to relax, they heard a knock on the door. both of them froze, glancing at each other before they heard a tiny voice calling out.

“uncle trent? auntie y/n? where are you?”

trent groaned, dragging his hand down his face. “i guess break time’s over.”

“let’s just pretend we didn’t hear her,” y/n whispered, her voice half-joking, half-serious.

“she’s relentless,” trent muttered, reluctantly getting up and heading toward the door. but as soon as he opened it, he was met with aura’s wide, expectant eyes.

“what are you doing?” she asked innocently, her hands on her hips like a tiny adult.

trent glanced back at y/n, who was stifling her laughter behind a pillow. “uh… nothing, aura. nothing at all.”

as aura skipped back toward the living room, trent turned to y/n, his expression a mix of exhaustion and amusement. “remind me to never say ‘how hard can it be’ again.”

y/n sat up, shaking her head with a grin. “never again.”

trent shut the door behind aura and collapsed back onto the bed with an exaggerated groan. "we are never saying yes to babysitting again. when our kids are born, we should just… I don’t know… leave them on some rich family's porch and live our newlywed lives in peace."

y/n burst out laughing, leaning into him as her shoulders shook. "right? let them raise our kids while we sip cocktails on some beach in the maldives, living our best lives."

trent grinned, pulling her into his side. "exactly. we’ll visit once in a while, just enough to make sure they don’t forget us."

y/n giggled, nuzzling into his chest. "honestly, we’ll probably be too exhausted to even think about it. if aura is anything to go by… we’ll never sleep again."

“oh, we’re doomed,” trent sighed dramatically, but his smile betrayed his lightheartedness. “but at least we’ll have each other, yeah?”

y/n looked up at him, a soft, genuine smile on her face now. “yeah, we will.” she shifted closer, her voice lowering, teasing. “and when we get those rare, precious moments alone… we’ll have lots of fun."

trent's eyes sparkled mischievously as he wrapped his arms around her. "oh, I’m counting on it."

she giggled again, snuggling into him as they both relaxed, the chaos of the night fading away as they enjoyed the peace between them.

it was late, the kind of quiet that settled like a soft blanket over their home. y/n and trent were curled up together on the couch, her head resting on his chest as they mindlessly watched something on tv, neither fully paying attention. they were both so tired yet peaceful, soaking in the rare quiet before the chaos of their twins arriving. y/n shifted slightly, a small, almost unconscious wince passing over her face as her hand went to her belly.

trent noticed immediately, his eyes flickering down to her hand. “hey, you alright?” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her shoulder.

she blinked, almost confused herself, her hand resting over the curve of her stomach as she tried to figure out the sensation. it had been so quick, a little nudge that she’d almost missed it. “i… i don’t know,” she whispered, her brows knitting together in surprise.

and then, there it was again—a tiny, distinct little tap from inside, like a secret meant just for her. her eyes widened, and she looked up at trent, realization dawning as her mouth dropped open. “oh my god… trent… i think… i think they just kicked.”

trent’s eyes lit up, a slow grin spreading across his face, and he scrambled to sit up, both hands immediately coming to rest on her belly, fingers splayed wide. “no way… are you serious?” he whispered, his voice full of wonder.

as if on cue, another gentle nudge pressed against his hand. his mouth dropped open, his expression one of pure awe as he looked back at her, speechless.

that was it; they both broke into the biggest, teary-eyed smiles, their eyes locked in mutual disbelief and wonder. “that’s… that’s them, babe,” he breathed, voice cracking just slightly as the reality of it all washed over him. “they’re really in there… they’re real.”

she nodded, her own eyes brimming with tears, her emotions too tangled to express. she let out a small laugh, sniffling as she reached for his hand, pressing it firmly against her belly as if to share the moment just between the two of them. “i can’t believe it… it’s like they’re saying hi.”

trent pulled her closer, not even bothering to wipe the tears that slipped down his cheeks. his voice was choked as he whispered, “hi, little ones… it’s your dad. can’t wait to meet you both.”

y/n let out a small, shaky laugh, burying her face into his shoulder as the tears finally spilled over, full of a love so intense it left her breathless. “god, trent, they’re actually in there… kicking… our babies.”

he nodded, his own voice rough, kissing the top of her head as he tried to keep himself together, but failed miserably. “our babies,” he repeated, laughing through his tears, brushing his thumb over her cheek to wipe away her tears even as his own kept coming. “you’re doing so amazing, y/n. you’re… you’re incredible.”

they sat there, holding each other, both openly crying, laughing at how ridiculous they probably looked. but in that moment, nothing else mattered—not the chaos of their schedules, the stresses of the future, or anything else in the world. all they knew was that they were here, together, with two little lives that had just announced themselves in the most perfect way.

trent pressed one last kiss to her forehead, his fingers never leaving her stomach as he whispered softly, “can’t wait for you to meet them, love. they’re already so perfect. just like you.”

trent was moving around the house, pulling on his liverpool tech fleece, that one she usually couldn't stop herself from admiring on him. it clung to him just right, a familiar sight that, despite herself, y/n loved to see. his bag sat by the door, toiletries zipped up tight, everything packed and ready for another away match. the reality of it set a quiet weight in her chest—he’d be gone for days, missing the little things, their routines, their tiny moments that were quickly becoming the core of her days.

but she stayed silent, acting distracted, looking over some paperwork on the couch. every time trent passed her to grab something, he’d pause, drop a quick “bye, i love you” or “see you soon,” but she barely responded, nodding absently, her eyes never leaving the papers. her mind was somewhere else, far from the day’s plans or the to-do list in her hand. she just kept thinking about how long he’d be gone, how he’d miss the way the babies kept learning new little things every day, the way they needed him just as much as she did. before, she could shrug it off, let him go without so much ache, but now... she felt like a piece of her was leaving, too.

he paused, eyebrows drawn in as he waited for her to say something, anything, back. “y/n… you know i love you, right?” he tried again, voice edging with a bit of humor as if to coax a smile from her, but she barely lifted her head, just hummed something that sounded like “uh-huh.”

he walked away for a second, grabbing his bag, but returned to her side, looking down at her with a soft, exaggerated sigh. “okay… i love you, y/n.” his voice lingered, as if giving her time to respond.

another “uh-huh.” he tilted his head, crossing his arms, his pout growing. “did you hear me? I. love. you.”

finally, trent walked over to the couch, leaning down with a gentle smile, aiming a kiss toward her, but she turned her cheek just before his lips brushed her. he pulled back, brow raised, studying her in that careful way that was too knowing, too aware.

“hey,” he murmured, crouching down a bit so they were eye-level, “what’s going on, baby? you’re not gonna kiss me goodbye?” he tried to keep it light, but the hurt was obvious in his voice, like he couldn’t understand why she was pulling away.

she gave him a small shrug, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the corner of a page. “i dunno,” she said, feigning nonchalance, “just... thought you were in a rush.”

trent’s eyes softened, catching the edge of her sadness even in her attempt to hide it. he leaned in closer, not letting her off so easy. “c’mon,” he whispered, slipping a hand to her chin to lift her face gently toward him, “don’t pretend with me. what’s really going on?”

her defenses broke a bit, and she sighed, letting her gaze fall. “it’s just… every time you leave now, it feels harder. before, i could handle it,” she admitted, voice low, almost like she didn’t want to say it out loud. “but now, with the babies… what happens when they need their daddy and he’s just… gone?”

trent’s face softened even more, his expression serious as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “baby, i know it’s hard. i don’t want to be away either, but i’m doing this for us, for them too.” his thumb traced gentle circles on her cheek, grounding her, pulling her out of her worries. “and no matter how far i go, you’re the first thing i’m thinking about, all of you. every minute.”

she bit her lip, glancing up at him with a vulnerable look. “sometimes it feels like it’s just gonna keep getting harder. like one day you’ll come back, and they’ll already be doing something new without you there to see it.”

trent’s heart clenched at her words, at the weight she was carrying alone. he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close despite her hesitation, letting her rest against him. “y/n, every little moment is a part of us,” he murmured, “whether i’m here or not. and when i’m away, i’ll keep reminding them just how much i’m wrapped around their little fingers—yours too.”

she let herself sink into his arms, her hands clutching the fabric of his fleece. “it’s not just them, you know. it’s me too.” her voice was soft, almost a whisper, carrying the weight of her feelings.

trent smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “oh, trust me, i know,” he said, playful but gentle, his eyes full of warmth. “don’t think i didn’t notice you ignoring me. thought you’d get away with it, huh?” he teased, and she laughed quietly against him, her walls slipping a little more. “i love you,” he said firmly, “and i don’t want you ever doubting that, okay?”

he leaned closer, nudging her playfully. “you’re not even gonna say it back?” he asked, faking a wounded look, his lip jutting out in a dramatic pout.

she finally looked up, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “mm, i don’t know. are you sure you deserve it?” she teased, fighting a grin.

his pout deepened, eyes widening as he stared at her with a mockingly hurt expression. “wow. wow here i am, practically professing my undying love, and you… you don’t even have the decency to throw me a ‘love you’ back?”

her smile finally broke through, and she reached out, tugging on the hem of his fleece. “alright, alright… i love you too, trent alexander-arnold” she whispered, barely able to keep from laughing at his dramatic pout.

he softened instantly, leaning down to kiss her cheek with a triumphant little smile. “that’s all i wanted.”

she nodded, managing a small smile as he kissed her properly, slow and warm. as he pulled back, he looked her in the eye, his thumb brushing away the hint of a tear. “i’ll be back before you know it,” he promised, his hand resting on her cheek.

“you’d better be,” she whispered, managing a smile. “i’ll be waiting.”

he lingered just a second longer, pressing one last kiss to her forehead, before finally standing and grabbing his bag, casting her one last look before heading out.

after the match, trent found himself strolling the quiet streets of milan with dom by his side, the city's soft glow and evening crowds buzzing around them. dom was mid-sentence, pointing out a sleek italian shoe store, but trent’s eyes had caught on something else entirely: a boutique with tiny designer outfits displayed in the window. his mind went straight to the twins, and his lips curved up in that undeniable smile—the one he got whenever he thought of them. he nudged dom, nodding toward the shop.

“you really going in there, trent?” dom laughed, eyeing the window with mild amusement. “y/n’s gonna think you’ve lost it, mate.”

“ah, come on,” trent chuckled, “she’s always saying we shouldn’t spoil them yet, ‘cause they’ll grow out of things so fast.” he could practically hear her voice from a few weeks back, playful but firm: “they’re gonna be huge, trent, and outgrow those little outfits before we know it. let’s hold off a bit, yeah?”

but tonight? the temptation to ignore that and pick up a few special things for his little ones was too strong to resist. “but… we know what we are having now,” he reasoned, laughing as he pulled open the door. “besides, it’s milan. why not get them something fancy?”

dom shook his head, but he was grinning too, following trent in. trent was quick to scan the shelves, carefully picking up tiny designer onesies, delicate caps, and soft blankets, already picturing his boys in them.

“gonna go home with a suitcase just for them, aren’t you?” dom teased as trent held up a tiny sweater with such pride.

“maybe,” trent replied, shrugging but grinning all the same. “i mean, how can you not? i just… i want everything to be special for them, you know?”

as they entered the boutique, dom’s amusement turned into outright laughter watching trent’s reaction to the rows of tiny designer clothes. trent’s eyes had practically doubled in size as he spotted a pair of matching baby outfits—a soft, cream-colored onesie with the most delicate lace for a little girl and a classic, navy blue set with tiny buttons for a boy. without even thinking, he reached for both, holding them up with a wide grin, completely lost in imagining his twins wearing them.

“mate, it’s like you’re on a shopping spree for royalty,” dom teased, watching trent turn the onesies over in his hands, grinning like he’d just struck gold. “y/n’s definitely gonna scold you for this one.”

trent laughed, knowing dom wasn’t wrong. he could already hear y/n’s mock-stern voice in his head, reminding him about not going overboard. it took him back to a few weeks before, right after the gender reveal, when she’d put her hand on his arm, eyes soft but firm: “they’re gonna grow so fast, trent. we don’t need a whole closet yet.” she’d playfully poked his chest, adding, “plus, you know they’re gonna be huge, just like their dad.”

but trent couldn’t help himself now. “look at these, dom,” he said, holding up the tiny clothes like he’d discovered the world’s greatest treasure. “i mean… how can i not get them? one day they’ll look back on these, you know? little heirlooms.”

“yeah, little designer heirlooms,” dom smirked, leaning back to enjoy the scene. “i never thought i’d see trent alexander-arnold losing it over baby clothes.”

“laugh all you want, mate,” trent shot back, but he was laughing too, unfazed. “just wait until you see their nursery. y/n’s been the one to keep me in line, but she’ll love these. i just… i want our little girl and boy to have everything.” he gently ran his fingers over the fabric, his mind wandering back to y/n’s growing bump and the soft kick he’d felt under his hand just a few nights ago.

“gonna go home with a suitcase just for them, aren’t you?” dom teased as trent held up a tiny sweater with such pride.

“maybe,” trent replied, shrugging but grinning all the same. “i mean, how can you not? i just… i want everything to be special for them, you know?”

“sounds like you’re already in full dad mode,” dom laughed. “how’s it been, anyway? the whole pregnancy?”

trent’s gaze softened, shifting as he thought of y/n. “honestly, man? she’s an angel. strong as hell. i can’t imagine anyone else doing this with me.” he shook his head, a mixture of awe and love in his eyes. “she’s handling it like it’s nothing, but… i know it’s hard on her. makes me wanna be the best for her, for all of them.”

dom nodded, his expression serious for once. “sounds like she’s lucky to have you too, mate. those boys are gonna have a great dad.”

trent felt a warmth in his chest, a strange but welcome mix of pride and gratitude. “just hope i can live up to all of it.”

with his new stash of tiny clothes packed, he headed back with dom, already envisioning y/n’s face when she saw the little gifts. and as he boarded the plane back, his mind wandered again to her—her laughter, her strength, her determination to keep him grounded even when all he wanted to do was spoil her and their bbabies.

dom nodded, clearly amused but softening a bit at the sight of trent so devoted and ready for the changes ahead. “you’re really gone, aren’t you?”

trent glanced up, smiling. “absolutely. i want them to know, from day one, they’ve got us—me and y/n. she’s made everything feel… possible, you know? her strength is insane as hell, that one.”

dom gave him a nod, acknowledging the emotion in trent’s voice, and offered a small smile. “they’re lucky kids, trent. lucky to have both of you.”

with his shopping bags filled and his heart full, trent couldn’t wait to get back and show y/n. he could picture her face, the way she’d light up at the thought of their twins in the carefully chosen outfits, and even the little laugh she’d give him as she pretended to be cross with him. in the end, though, she’d know just how much he cared—and how he’d been counting down every second to be back with her and their babies.

trent steps through the front door, dropping his bags as quietly as he can. he knows it’s late, but that doesn’t stop the wide smile spreading across his face as he sees y/n coming down the stairs, her face lighting up the moment she sees him. she moves as fast as she can, waddling into his arms, and he scoops her up, pressing a long kiss to her lips as he holds her close.

“missed you,” he murmurs against her lips, grinning when she nods, a sleepy smile on her face.

“missed you more.” she nuzzles into his chest, taking in his scent, the faint smell of his cologne, the hint of travel exhaustion. they stand there for a long moment, just holding each other, both soaking up the comfort of being back together.

but then y/n’s eyes drift down to the bags he’s brought in and land on an unexpected sight—a second suitcase, one she doesn’t recognize.

“what’s… that?” she asks, her brow arching as she points at the extra bag, suspicion creeping into her voice.

trent glances down, and for a split second, his face gives him away. “oh, that? uh, it’s nothing.” he starts to push it behind him with his foot, but y/n’s eyes narrow playfully.

“nothing?” she crosses her arms, giving him a look. “you don’t usually need an extra suitcase, trent. you pack like, one hoodie and think you’re sorted for a week.”

he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck as he glances at the bag, trying to downplay it. “well… i might’ve… done a little shopping while i was there.”

“shopping?” she echoes, suspicion morphing into amusement as she moves to grab the suitcase, but he’s quicker, pulling it away. “for what?”

“for our little ones,” he says, a sheepish grin creeping onto his face.

her jaw drops slightly, and she lets out a dramatic sigh, hands on her hips as she shakes her head. “trent! we said we’d wait until they were closer to coming before we started buying clothes… they’re growing at superhuman speed, remember?”

he nods, looking more guilty than ever, but there’s a glimmer of excitement in his eyes that he can’t hide. “i know, i know… but y/n, i was in milan. and you know they’ve gotta be fresh… our babies have to look on point from the start.”

she rolls her eyes, fighting back a laugh. “fresh? trent, they’re barely the size of a pineapple right now.”

“exactly,” he retorts, raising an eyebrow, “and they need to be the freshest pineapples anyone’s ever seen.”

she lets out a little huff, tapping her finger on her chin as if seriously considering his reasoning. “right… except, remember we talked about saving a little for later? you know, in case you spend all your money?”

a smug smile crosses his face, and he steps closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “first of all it’s our money and please, y/n. look at us. do we look like we’re gonna run out anytime soon?”

she can’t help but snort at his confidence, rolling her eyes again. “maybe not right now, but what happens when we do, huh? i’ll have to find someone richer than you.”

he raises a brow, his smile turning into something darker as he steps closer, backing her up against the counter. his voice drops low, almost a purr. “oh yeah? someone richer?”

she grins, still teasing, hands pressing against his chest to keep a little distance between them. “mhm. someone who doesn’t go overboard and buy out entire stores before the babies are even here.”

his eyes narrow, a playful glint flickering in them, and before she can react, he grabs her waist, pulling her flush against him, his voice a soft challenge. “try me. i dare you.” his hand slides down, giving her a firm smack on her bum, making her jump and laugh.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” she asks, feigning innocence, though her pulse skips at the way he’s looking at her.

“it means,” he murmurs, leaning in close enough that his lips brush against her ear, “you’re not going anywhere, baby. so, you better get used to me spoiling you—and them—rotten.”

she feels her cheeks heat up as he leans back, watching her with a smug grin, and she scoffs, trying to keep her composure. “oh, so sure of yourself, are we?”

his hands slide to her hips, his thumbs grazing over her bump as he gives her a long, slow look. “absolutely.” he gives her a quick kiss, then leans back, smirking as he takes in the flustered look on her face. “besides, you’d never find someone who’d love our kids as much as i do… or someone who’d take care of you and your insatiable sex drive.” his eyes gleam with mischief as he steps back, looking far too pleased with himself.

she rolls her eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “we’ll see about that.”

he chuckles, grabbing her again and pulling her closer. “oh, we will,” he whispers, his mouth brushing over her neck before he kisses her again, slower this time, leaving no room for doubt. “and trust me, baby you’re not finding anyone better than this.”

they lay together in the dim glow of their room, the soft rustle of the sheets wrapping around them like a cocoon. trent’s arm draped lazily over y/n’s shoulders, his fingers gently playing with her hair as they basked in the afterglow of their intimacy. their skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, the heat between them a comforting reminder of the connection they had just shared. the world outside faded into a distant hum, leaving just the two of them in their own little paradise.

as they settled into the quiet, y/n felt a warmth radiate from trent, a steady heartbeat beneath her ear that calmed her racing thoughts. she shifted slightly, glancing up at him, taking in the way the light danced across his features, illuminating the love and strength she had always admired.

they lay together in the dim glow of their room, the soft rustle of the sheets wrapping around them like a cocoon. trent’s arm draped lazily over y/n’s shoulders, his fingers gently playing with her hair as they basked in the afterglow of their intimacy. the world outside faded into a distant hum, leaving just the two of them in their own little paradise.

“you know,” she began, her voice soft and thoughtful, “we’ve come a long way to come back to ourselves. an even better version of us.”

trent smiled down at her, his eyes glimmering with affection. “we really have, haven’t we? it’s been a hell of a journey, but i wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

a playful smile crossed y/n’s lips as she remembered the way they navigated the chaos of impending parenthood, supporting each other through the ups and downs. “i just feel like… with everything happening, and the twins coming… it’s like we’re at this turning point.”

“yeah?” trent prodded, raising an eyebrow, intrigued by where her thoughts were leading. “what do you mean?”

y/n took a deep breath, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. she thought about how close they had become, how much she cherished every moment they spent together. it felt like they were already more than just partners; they were a family. and yet, there was one more step she couldn’t shake from her mind.

“i’ve been thinking about how we’re starting this new chapter in our lives,” she said slowly, her eyes locking onto his. “and how we’re going to raise our kids together.”

“yeah, it’s going to be amazing,” he replied, a soft smile spreading across his face. “they’re going to have the best parents.”

y/n felt her pulse quicken as she continued, “and i know we’ve talked about the future, about how we want to be there for each other and for them. but i can’t help but think—”

“think what?” he prompted, his expression shifting to one of intense curiosity.

she bit her lip, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her. she could see the love in his eyes, the way he was so fully present, and she felt a rush of determination. this was it. this was the moment to say it out loud, to make it real.

“let’s get married.”

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rederiswrites · 2 days ago

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I feel so drained. It's been such a week. The same pain we're all feeling, of course, with a few extra things thrown in for fun. Animal death to follow, if you don't want to deal with that.

The kids all adapted readily to a classroom environment, despite my worry, and did so well so calmly that I'm very proud and much reassured. It was still four plus hours away from the house every day. They all helped keep the chores done, so the drain was mainly psychological. But I don't like driving, and sorry everyone, I don't like being in town. The seagulls I could hear from my parked car the fourth day were almost hilariously welcome. Parking lot rats, but that reminder that nature exists was a balm to my soul.

Kiki died yesterday. He'd been in rough shape, but still enjoying life. We knew it was a matter of time til something critical failed, and that there wasn't anything likely to help him short of truly major expensive things that still might well not help. Then he declined rapidly this week. I held him for the last three hours. He cried terribly if he wasn't held, and Phantom had to hold him while I got dressed, so at least we know being held was a comfort to him. It was an expected death, and timely in its way, but when at last he didn't draw another breath, I was so, so tired.

I put him where Ciri could check him out and understand, however her mind understands these things. I didn't think to do that when Hrothgar died, and Ciri went around the house meowing for him for a week. It seems to have worked, because she's quiet today. After he died, I went straight to bed and slept til it was time to leave for class, and then stayed parked next to the class and slept in the car.

When I woke up, the car wouldn't start. Left something on, I guess, though I couldn't figure out what. Jacob was on his way home, but turned around, and the car jumped and started up just fine. In fact, before @mythicalfungi0-0 's dad showed to collect her, so before we would have left anyhow. So again, nothing but a psychological drain, really.

On the way home, we listened to music--Phantom has some great tunes fit to the times that I'll have to share with you. After a period of silence, I said, "OH! We need crocus bulbs." And Phantom said, "Oh! Right!" to the bewilderment of the Borrowed Girl. Crocuses, to go on Kiki's grave, next to Hrothgar's by the pond. It lies next to a large rock projecting from the ground. Someday we'll etch their names into the stone. I've ordered them, in a different color than the ones on Hrothgar's, so that we can think of both of them when they bloom.

I got a good night's sleep last night. Spoke to my friend who fosters kittens this morning. Today, I will keep planting flowers. I think the future will have flowers.

#this is ridiculous #animal death

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onmyo-jin · 1 day ago

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ZYZ + ZYC = 20. Kiss on a scar ♥️

Amazing choice, thank you! This one went a little maudling...

I'm still taking prompts! You can find the full list here, or feel free to make up a fun addition to the list~

Zhao Yuanzhou forgets at times how easily humans scar. How they carry the visual, visceral evidence of their defeats or their victories on their bodies for the entirety of their short lifespans. He shudders at the thought: if one had to wear one's scars for life, at his age he might be covered in scars. It's probably for the best he can heal himself as well as he can.

Next to him on the bed Zhou Yichen sleeps on, unaware he is being watched so carefully. He claims he sleeps better when someone is with him, and to his credit Zhao Yuanzhou hasn't seen him have any nightmares on any of the nights they spent together. If he makes sure to thoroughly exhaust Zhou Yichen before he falls asleep, well, one does what one must to help a friend avoid nightmares.

The sweat they worked up together has since dried on Yichen's skin, but the smell of them still lingers in the room. These quiet moments feel like a luxury, and he would wake Yichen to share the moment, but waking him would break the moment too, and Yichen would not appreciate being woken for anything other than an emergency.

So Zhao Yuanzhou luxuriates in the peace alone, remembering the scars that cross Yichen's shoulders, the one round arrow scar next to his navel, the barely-visible scars on his hands. To say Zhou Yichen isn't self conscious about them would be a lie, but he forgets to hide himself between moans and sighs as they spend an evening in each other's company. It is only afterwards that he remembers, and they both pretend Zhao Yuanzhou hasn't long seen the past Yichen carries with him on his skin, like he didn't kiss the same expanse of flesh moments or hours ago.

Zhou Yichen rolls onto his side, his back now to Zhao Yuanzhou. Normally Zhao Yuanzhou would take this opportunity to lie down beside him, to pull him close, and fit them together in a way that will help him trap Yichen in bed come morning. Tonight, instead, he sits up, leaning on one hand as he reaches out and slides Yichen's shirt off his shoulder.

Lean muscles shrug in response to the cold, but Zhou Yichen doesn't wake. Instead he curls in on himself, pushing his back closer to Zhao Yuanzhou's warmth. In the moonlight the visible scars gleam like pearls, like treasures instead of imperfections.

Zhao Yuanzhou can't help himself– and why should he? He is a demon, after all. He leans in close, running a hand under Yichen's arm and to his chest to hold him in place (to hold him close), and presses a soft trail of kisses along one ridged scar, and down another. Zhou Yichen stirs, but wakes only slowly. Still languid from their earlier efforts, he only moves far enough to open one eye and stare balefully but sleepily and Zhao Yuanzhou.

"What are you doing, you ridiculous demon?"

"Hmm, I'm having my wicked way with you, can't you tell, Xiao Zhuo-daren?" Zhao Yuanzhou teases, lips barely releasing the marked skin under them to form the words.

"Why do you like them so much?" Yichen doesn't even respond to the teasing. It's no fun, except for the fact that Zhao Yuanzhou vividly remembers how he caused his current exhaustion. He finally relents his kisses, and settles down with his chest to Yichen's back, head propped up on one arm to lean over him- to be able to kiss him properly.

"I find it fascinating, the way you humans carry your past with you."

Judging by his frown, Yichen is not moved by his kiss. "And must you enact this fascination in the middle of the night?"

"Would you prefer I do it during the day instead?" He replies in mock-surprise. They both know the answer to that, and Yichen pulls him into a rough kiss just to shut him up.

"No. Now sleep, you great ape."

#fangs of fortune #story of mystics #大梦归离 #zhao yuanzhou #zhou yichen #FoF #Jin writes fic #“”“friend”“” he says- in the same breath as admitting they slept together #normal demon behaviour I'm sure

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softdreamlesssleep · 3 months ago

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God, "I missed you" sex is the best

#eep.txt #as soon as we were alone he kissed me hard and just couldn't get close enough #we went to his room and he immediately attacked my neck i don't think i've ever had so many hickeys at once #he kept grinding for so long against me on his lap 😵‍💫 i was very desperate for more but he just wanted so feel my skin against his #he was sososo cute with his messy hair and the way he kept saying i love you!#i could see myself in the mirror in front of his bed i didn't think i was this fucked out lmao #maybe the first time i moaned this loud and talked this much too #usually i have to keep quiet even though it's hard cuz there's other people but it was so nice having him aaalll to myself #when he finally put his fingers in it felt like heaven i'd been so long #and same he just kept going so deep and so fast my god he said he liked hearing me again #i had to stop him cause i was getting really overstimulated but it was so good #i'm pretty sure it's the first time i've actually like moaned his name without meaning to do it #apparently i didn't realise i was babbling and scratching his back so hard #god i love being a power bottom and calling him cute or my sweet boy and getting him desperate but...#when he goes feral like that after not seeing me for a while? it's the best. i'm so lucky to have such a service top #so happy to be with him again #after we cuddled and we showered and we cooked and then watched videos and then talked and laughed #i'm so happy right now to even see him sleeping next to me :]#sorry i meant to do a sexy post but i guess this is more positive venting i'll make a proper one later #still new to this writing thing i'm probably very bad at it but it's nice to have a place to write down my memories and experiences

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rowavolo · 1 year ago

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New icon :3c !! Wahooooo

#General barks #It's nearly 1am I should be sleeping .... sighs #I need one of my f/os here so I can pummel them with my hands and feet and elbow them in the face as I try to get comfy in bed #Neuvillette is like one of those wheat filled animal plushies to me #He's the weird elephant I have. To me.#He's also weighted blanket coded I think #He's so still and quiet when he's sleeping it's like being in bed next to a pile of seaweed #Worms my way under him and melts into the mattress. Mm. Squish.

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truckstoptigers · 11 months ago

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my brother got a bed

my sister got a bed

aaron & my sister's mom had a bed

so why was i the only one sleeping on an air mattress in a room that wasn't even truly mine

#he used to have me and my brother sleep on a literal mattress on the floor #but when we moved to the nice house. everybody got a bed/their own bedroom #but not me #and i dont know why that upsets me so much #and when we moved into the next house i was back on an air mattess on the floor... but my sister got her own bed & room #(not that i blame her or my brother. they didnt do anything wrong & i love them to pieces. it was aaron that did it)#it just... sucks that he treated me like that. that it was so different. and it wasnt bc we were struggling. he just didnt care that much #i got so used to it that now i expect it. i make myself small and quiet and take whats given to me. i dont deserve it after all right?#its been a rough few months.#milo murmurs #tw neglect #cw neglect #he also didnt really care if i ate. hed force me to eat things that would make me gag bc it was either that or nothing.#a lot of the time it ended up being nothing...#im still thinking abt what he said when he was drowning me #'i could kill you. youre just lucky i dont want to.' who says that to their kid?#who repeatedly shoves their kids head underwater repeatedly while the kid is naked and struggling not to pass out?#the cruelty of it all is almost cartoonish. i have such a hard time with feeling like ill be believed because of it #physical abuse tw #cw physical abuse #(in the tags anyway)

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ohmygraves · 4 months ago

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simon who came back really, really late at night and was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. he was out for a really tiring mission and returned to his spouse sleeping soundly on the bed, didn't even bother showering and just stripping his clothes down because it was just god awful nasty after being marinated in it for days. he was out in seconds, on his side of the bed, likely flopped his arms and legs over his spouse too without realizing.

he was awake like twelve hours later, still so tired and didn't even notice that he was alone on the bed. his old clothes were gone from the bedroom floor, he's got some water on the nightstand and his nasty, dirt-crusted phone is clean and charged next to it (you could only clean so much of it, that thing is likely beyond dirty but he refused to get a new one unless it died on him).

taking a long swig of the water, he heard faint chopping sounds from the kitchen, and a nice tasty smell wafting through the air. it smells really good, you're likely in the middle of cooking something, and he already missed work anyway.

he went to grab his old t-shirts (likely the one you were wearing sometime before he came home) and walked towards the kitchen, following the yummy scent. he didn't even check the time, but he was so hungry that time is no concern of his at this point.

there he sees you, standing over the counter chopping some vegetables, and he was instantly transported to his childhood home. watching his mom cook from the doorway to the kitchen, hearing that chopping sounds from the wooden cutting board, and something tasty boiling over the stove. some soup, maybe?

you didn't notice him, you were too busy trying to cook something, dropping some of that vegetable into the pot and letting it boil, and only noticed him when you turned around to grab something from the fridge. simon didn't even approach you, just standing there staring at you, and you're wondering if everything is okay. he was usually quiet but this was odd seeing as somehow he seems like he's got his mind somewhere else.

"simon, i didn't even hear you come in." you sighed, trying to calm your racing heart when he spooked you, "sorry, food will be ready in a bit, just wait for a moment."

simon snapped out of his daydream, shaking his head as he approached you, hugging you from behind. he didn't say anything, just hiding his face at the crook of your neck.

you're not sure what's wrong with him for being so quiet, but you could assume the gist of it as you felt his tears dropping against your skin.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty headcanon #cod headcanon #simon ghost riley #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost cod #cod ghost #ghost #call of duty ghost

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imaginedisish · 3 months ago

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Anything (Logan Howlett x fem!Reader)

A/N: Something is seriously wrong with me...I cannot stop writing for this man. Started this one last night after hearing him say "princess" in "The Wolverine" (2013). This is another nightmare fic, but I promise it's different! Heavily inspired by "anything" by Adrianne Lenker. Hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Your summer affair with Logan is, in fact, not just a summer affair.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT!! MINORS DNI!!! Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), (some?)fingering, cockwarming, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, nightmares, fem!reader/afab!reader, canon-typical violence, mutant!reader (unspecified abilities), feelings, angst, cursing, probably grammatical errors, I think that's it!

Word Count: 3,213 short for me

It started one summer night—under the stars. You had slipped out the window of your room in the mansion. You were sitting with your legs crossed, perched precariously on the old, shingled roof. You never got much sleep—you simply couldn’t—even though you knew the mansion was safe. Staying awake remained a solace, a comfort. It meant fewer nightmares; it meant you couldn’t be haunted by the hurt of your past.

Staring up at the stars beat staring up at your ceiling, and so you had made it a habit to crawl out of your window and sit on the roof.

Until that one summer night, when Logan found you out there.

He shoved open his window and stuck his head outside. “What the fuck are you doing out here?” You smiled, turning your head to face him. You shrugged your shoulders, giggling at the concern on his face. He mocked you, shrugging his own shoulders in imitation.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide your smile and the way he made you laugh. You and Logan had been growing closer, spending more time together. He was looking out for you—constantly and protectively. It made you feel good knowing that someone cared so deeply.

“Why don’t you come over here?” You called over to him, patting the spot next to you. He shook his head and ducked back inside. You quickly assumed he didn’t feel like being with you, your heart sinking down into your stomach. You wanted him to come out, to sit with you. Maybe you could’ve—

But then there he was, pushing the window as far open as it could possibly go, struggling to climb out. It wasn’t too much of a scuffle over to you, your rooms being right next to one another, but he made a big deal of the trek nonetheless. He huffed for dramatic effect as he sat down next to you.

“This is so incredibly dangerous,” he had said, sarcasm heavy in his voice.

You gasped. “Logan Howlett cares about safety?” You clasped your hand over your mouth for flare. “My safety?”

He smiled, but there was something serious in his face. “I do, actually.” You tried not to notice as he inched closer to you, your shoulders brushing together. “What are you doing out here, princess?” He asked again.

You smirked at the familiar nickname. “I don’t really like sleeping,” you muttered.

Logan nodded. He understood better than anyone else. “I know…” He trailed off, looking up at the sky. “But why sit out here?”

“It’s quiet,” you whispered. “And it’s beautiful. Better than being in there, just sitting in bed.”

He nodded again. “It is beautiful.” You turned your head back to Logan as he spoke. He wasn’t looking at the sky anymore. He was looking at you. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Did you have a dream tonight?”

You shook your head from side to side. “Didn’t give myself the chance to yet, and I don’t plan on doing so.” You sighed, looking down at your legs, still crossed like a pretzel in front of you. “Wish we didn’t have to deal with this, you know?”

Logan slowly brought his arm around your shoulder, as if he was waiting for you to shove him away. He had touched you before, but not quite like this. It was always in passing—always short and fleeting. But this? This was intentional. You leaned into his touch and let your head fall to his shoulder. “You don’t have to deal with it alone,” he offered, his lips faintly brushing at your temple.

You tilted up to look at him, his face inches away from yours. He pulled you in closer, his breath fanning across your cheek. “You’re not alone,” he repeated.

And then his lips were on yours. You kissed on the roof. You let him tug you into his window, into his bed. He tasted you that night. You spread your legs and let him inside. And then you slept. You slept without waking up in a cold sweat. You slept without reliving your past. And for the first time in a long time, so did he.

And now it's become a habit. He opens his window for you, and you climb across the roof and inside. Every night. You haven’t slept alone since the beginning of the summer, and it’s August now. There’s no label on whatever it is you two are. But you know it’s serious—the way he asks every night if you can stay, even though he knows you’ve already made up your mind and that you aren’t going anywhere.

But tonight is different. Logan was sent on a day trip with some of the students, while you were tasked with staying at the school to run through training exercises. It’s the end of the day now—10 PM. You’re exhausted as you let your back crash down on the mattress.

Thanks to Logan, your body has become accustomed to sleeping. You can feel it calling you, feel your tiredness creeping in at the corner of your eyes. You try to fight the feeling, but it’s no use. Your eyes flutter open and closed, resisting until you can’t anymore, and you fall asleep.

There’s a piercing ringing in your ears. Your chest is heaving violently. You’re strapped down to a chair, a needle inches away from your forearm. Maybe it’s Stryker. Maybe it’s some other mutant hunter or government agent ready to do their worst. You thrash around in the chair, yanking at the restraints to no avail.

You choke out a sob, throwing your head back in agony. Logan is all you can think about. What if he’s in danger? What if you never see him again? What if this is it?

Just as the needle breaks skin, the piercing ringing starts up again, and everything goes black.

You force yourself to sit up, cold sweat drenching every inch and curve of your body. You look over to the clock on your nightstand: 12:37 AM. You had only been asleep for two hours. You shut your eyes, letting your head bump into the headboard behind you. You take deep, slow breaths, trying to lower your heart rate, silently reminding yourself that it was all just a dream.

You’re not exactly sure what brought the nightmare on, but you know you aren’t going back to sleep. You crawl out of bed and into the darkness of your room, carefully walking to your window and shoving it as far open as it can possibly go. You climb out and sit on the still-hot roof to look at the stars.

The twinkling balls of heat shine above you. It hits you then that even stars must die. They have all that energy, all that beauty, and then they burn out. You swallow at the thought, tears burning behind your sinuses.

You don’t want to look over at Logan’s room—don’t want to see the window closed. The trip was to some aquarium down the shore in Jersey. You know he’s likely not home yet, and for the first time since all of this started, you’re worried about bothering him. You don’t want to force him to deal with your—

And then you finally see it. His window is open, the curtains billowing around inside. You let out a tight breath you didn’t know you were holding, your shoulders going slack at the thought of crawling into his bed.

You scale the roof carefully, bending down as you climb inside his room. You get tangled up in the curtains, and you shove them aside to reveal Logan in his bed, eyes shut. You swallow harshly at the sight—his chest bare and his hair a mess. Sometimes you’ll stay up and watch him sleep, just to see this, just to know what he looks like when it's late and no one else is around.

But then he’s twitching. He grunts, his chest heaving rapidly. You sprint across the room to his side, practically tripping over nothing in the rush of it all. He’s fisting the sheets, mumbling nonsense, violently turning left and right. You can see the pain in the tightness of his jaw, in the way his muscles flex. Your heart drops deep into the pit of your stomach.

“Logan,” you call out, bringing a hand to his shoulder. You know he’s sensitive—know he can bring the claws out at any second—so you take care with your movements. “Logan,” you call again, louder this time. You grip his shoulder harder, shaking him, trying to force him out of the nightmare.

You think you hear your name slip from his lips. “I’m right here,” you soothe, bringing your other hand to his abdomen, rubbing softly as you continue to shake his shoulder. He’s a sweating mess, his body cold and hot at the same time. You want to take his pain away, to make all of this better. “Come on,” you beg. “Wake up.”

And then he’s sitting up, his eyes open wide. You step back, giving him the space he needs as he comes to. His claws shoot out, ready to strike. He turns his head, his eyes frantically searching the room until he finds you.

He quickly retracts his claws, and you watch as his shoulders relax. His chest still rises and falls rapidly with every breath he takes.

“Logan,” you whisper, stepping closer to him again. “Are you—”

He cuts you off, pawing at you, grabbing your sides, and pulling you into his bed. He’s on top of you in an instant, caging you in, his throat bobbing as he swallows harshly.

“Can you stay?” It’s a ritual, the way he asks. He knows your answer—always does. But he asks anyway. You know he wants to hear it from your lips, wants to know that you want this, too.

Your heart clenches in your chest. “Yes,” you sigh as one of his hands comes to rest underneath your shirt, climbing slowly up your stomach. “But Logan—”

He swallows your protests with a kiss, and you moan into his mouth. It’s hurried, rushed, like he’ll die if he can't have you right away. “Don’t wanna talk about it. Need you now. Talk after,” he mumbles against your lips, kissing you again before you can say a word.

You understood—you needed him too. Needed to feel him inside you, under your skin, everywhere.

His hand slinks up to your bare chest; you had forgotten you weren’t wearing a bra, just one of Logan’s old t-shirts and your panties. His touch is rough; needy. He squeezes your tits, his fingertips brushing your nipples, drawing tight circles. You moan his name, already squirming underneath him.

Logan’s erection grinds against your core. He’s just wearing his boxers—nothing else—but it’s still too much. You need him bare before you, deep inside you. You lift your hips up to meet his, your arms wrapping around his back to pull him closer.

He takes the hint, his hand gliding back down your body to the hem of your panties. He reaches down farther, teasing your folds through the fabric. “Fuck, so fucking wet already,” he mumbles, slipping your panties to the side so that he can feel you. You shudder under his touch, his fingers spreading your slickness up to your clit. He strokes teasingly, the ache between your thighs growing with every flick and circle.

It feels like heaven, but you need him closer. “Logan,” you whimper, fisting the sheets underneath you. “Want you, please.” It’s a desperate prayer and not just a request.

Logan suddenly pulls his hand away and you whine at the loss of contact. “I know, sweetheart,” he soothes reassuringly, sitting up and pushing his boxers down. You’ll never get tired of the sight of his cock springing free against his stomach. His hands are back on your hips in an instant, squeezing lightly before hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties and yanking them down.

He's back on top of you, lowering down onto one forearm as his other hand pulls your shirt above your tits. “Wanna see you, pretty girl,” he groans, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple before his forehead meets yours.

His hand comes down to the base of his cock, guiding his tip to your entrance, to where you need him most. His chest heaves in time with yours, your nipples brushing against him. He stays there for a moment, not moving. His eyes search your face, as if to confirm you’re real—that you’re truly here with him. You can see the need in his eyes. It’s not lust anymore—not just about sex. It’s never been about that.

It has always meant more.

Logan suddenly thrusts into you, bottoming out down to the hilt, stretching you open. You can feel him throb inside you. He groans at your ear. “So goddamn tight.” He doesn’t pull back out, his hips still, his cock buried deep inside you. You need him to move, need to feel his cock rub against your walls. You try to grind down on him, but he doesn’t let you. His hand latches onto your hip, keeping you in place.

“Lo,” you whine.

“Love when you call me that, sweetheart,” he growls, his hips still stuck in place. “Just wanna feel you like this for a minute. Don’t move.”

It’s all too much. You need more, need him to fuck into you. Logan frees his hold on your hip, his hand trailing down between your bodies. He finds your clit, drawing achingly slow circles there. It’s nowhere near enough, but the temporary relief feels so good.

“Always want you this close,” he murmurs, his hips finally starting to move, slowly but surely. You arch your back at the feeling. “Feels so good, so fucking good.”

He’s taking his time, committing how you feel around his cock to his memory. He’s filling you up, taking in every inch you have to give him. You’re still adjusting to his size, his cock working you open with every thrust. His fingertips swirl around your clit, adding more pressure to the sensitive bud. You’re already close, already putty in his hands.

Your walls flutter around him, drawing him in, deeper and deeper.

“Should’ve just brought you in here when I got home,” he husks between starving kisses. “Shouldn’t have waited.”

You wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m here now,” you coo, your nails scratching at his back as he pounds into you, picking up his pace, his hips snapping into yours.

“D-don’t know what I’d do without you,” he stutters, his voice suddenly shaky. He’s still fucking into you relentlessly, pumping in and out. “F-fucking need you all the time, princess.” His words and that nickname light a spark at the base of your spine. You can feel yourself melting, ready to come undone.

“So close,” you choke out in between thrusts.

You clamp down on him. “That’s it,” Logan whispers, his cock rutting into you, his fingers still circling your clit. He’s working you through it, taking care of you, making you feel good. “Come on my cock, pretty girl. Wanna feel it.”

You can’t help but do as he says—that spark at the base of your spine spreading like wildfire. You’re moaning his name, walls squeezing around him, stars blurring your vision as your orgasm floods through you. But Logan isn’t slowing down, his cock pounding into you and his fingers stroking your clit long after you’ve finished.

“Love feeling you come,” he mutters, biting your lip in between kisses. “Wanna feel you come again, princess.”

You’re already beyond fucked out, overstimulated, and far too sensitive, but his words goad you along. “’S’so much, Lo,” you whimper, tripping over your sentence as he splits you apart, sinks into you, hitting your g-spot with every pump.

“Know you can take it,” he praises, pressing a kiss just under your ear, then to your pulse point, and back up to your lips. “Know you can come again for me, can’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you stammer. “A-anything for you.” You mean it, and he knows you do.

“Fuck,” he curses, his thrusts growing sloppier as the words fall from your lips. “F-fucking beautiful, perfect.”

You look to where you two are connected—where you become one—and watch as his cock disappears into you. It’s too much, the sight, the feeling of him fucking into you, rubbing your clit, chasing your orgasm. It’s all it takes to have you falling apart underneath him, coming on his cock again.

After a few soothing strokes to your clit, his nails trail up your body, his fingertips exploring your bare skin. Logan curses under his breath, your name on his lips. You know he’s close behind—almost there.

“Don’t pull out,” you whisper in his ear, his cock pulsing inside you. “Stay.”

That’s all the permission he needs to fill you up, his hips stuttering as he comes. “F-fuck,” he groans, his hand slipping under your back to hike you up, to bury himself as deep as possible, to hold you flush against him as he finishes inside you.

He pumps a few more times, riding out his orgasm, but he doesn’t pull out. He grabs your thigh and hoists your leg around his waist as he shifts you onto your side. You’re next to him now, your chests still pressed together.

“Lemme stay inside you,” he mumbles.

You nod against him. “Okay.” You squeeze your leg around his waist, taking him deeper.

The room is silent, your shared shallow breaths the only sound. The curtains dance in the breeze from the still-open window. Your eyes flutter shut, and Logan’s lips press a kiss to each of them.

After a few moments, he breaks the silence. “Don’t ever wanna spend a night without you.”

Your eyes flutter back open, and you’re met with Logan’s soft, sleepy face. His hair is a mess. You can’t help but smile at the intimacy—the domesticity. “You don’t have to,” you say back.

“I mean it,” his voice is steady, firm, the sleepiness replaced suddenly with something more serious. “Need you with me all the time.”

“I know,” you say. And then he’s drawing stars across your back. It makes you think of the night this all started. The night everything changed. “I’ll always stay. Always.” You blink and an unexpected tear slips down your cheek. You swallow harshly, unprepared for the vulnerability of the moment.

Logan immediately notices and brings his thumb up to your cheek, brushing the tear away. “Just want you. Give anything to make you mine.”

“I already am,” is all you can manage to say. “Don’t need anything.”

“Gonna give it to you anyway.” He kisses the spot where he wiped the tear away.

You start to drift off—his arms around you, his cock still buried inside you—the thought of a forever with Logan replaying in your mind.

You think he’s asleep, but then you hear his soft husk at your ear. “I love you. Always will.”

“I love you, too.”

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As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

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