#I however got tea all over my pajamas

[yves-and-scessernee]

story time. it was nighttime and the room was dark because my wife was asleep, and I had gone downstairs to make some tea. I had a video game up on the screen, and in it I was looking at a painting.

so picture me, mug in hand, at my computer in the dark. I sit. I bring my mug up to take a drink. at t-minus 5 to spider jumpscare, I think to myself, oh hey, neat, that's a really cool spider-shaped pattern on the painting in this game.

can you guess what happened next.

[jjkamochoso]

I Think I Like This Little Life

Nanami x gn!reader

Fluff

Nanami and reader have an adult conversation…

Warnings: a tiny bit suggestive in one part

“Kento.”

“Hm?”

“Are we boring?”

You and Nanami finally had a day off where neither of you were completely exhausted, nor were you called off in some sketchy part of the city to fight curses or held up in your offices, catching up on paperwork. When you woke up that quiet Saturday morning, you felt strangely relaxed. Nanami greeted you with his signature sleepy smile and a kiss on the forehead when he got out of bed. Since it was the weekend, you figured it was the best time to do all the fun things you’ve wanted to but never had the time for. However, you found yourself rain checking invitations for lunch with your cousin and clubbing with your friends. Of all the ideas that sounded the most pleasant to you today, those weren’t it. You slowly peeled yourself out of the bed sheets and draped a bathrobe over your pajamas to ease the chill. You padded your way to the kitchen where soft classical music filled the air and Nanami was simultaneously brewing tea and cooking eggs.

“Good morning, darling,” he called out, giving you another peck, this time on the cheek. “Did you sleep well?”

“With you next to me, my love? Always,” came your reply, earning you the chance to see a small blush on your boyfriend’s face before he turned back to the task at hand. You hummed along quietly to the song that was playing and appreciated the view you had of your domesticated partner. As he finally set a mug and plate down in front of you, everything piping hot, you smiled appreciatively and waited for him to seat himself before savoring the delicious breakfast. These types of quiet mornings were your absolute favorite. There was no need to fill the air with mindless chatter or anxious laughter. The company of each other was more than enough for both of you. The shy stolen glances between you at the dining table were routine in your relationship as you both found yourselves enamored with each other but still lost in the throes of young love. Your first meal eventually came to a close and as you stood to do the dishes, Nanami was quick to intervene.

“Don’t worry about those, y/n, I’ll do them. Please, sit down and enjoy your rest.”

You rose anyway. “No way! You cooked us a delicious meal, it’s only fair I clean it up.”

Nanami looked like he wanted to protest but gave up when he saw the determination on your face. “Fine. You wash, I’ll dry.”

As the last dish was put away and the sink rinsed clean, Nanami strolled over to you, grabbing you by the hips and staring deep into your eyes. “You know, I have a big day planned for us.”

You tried not to let your disappointment show. You had hope for a day filled with recharge and rejuvenation but you didn’t want to let your lover down. “Oh? And what’s included in that?”

He cocked his head, pretending to be deep in thought. “Well, first off we could…” He trailed off, distracted by your extremely kissable lips that were extremely close to his own. As he leaned in, painfully taking his time, his phone began to ring loudly.

“Tch,” he muttered under his breath, but you weren’t deterred. You ran your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, goosebumps immediately popping up on his skin, and closed the distance, slotting your lips against his. You both made a contented noise at the contact. The kiss was gentle but needy, passionate but tender. Nanami’s phone had stopped ringing for but just a moment before the tone began again. He groaned into the kiss but still didn’t stop, his hands now roaming freely over your body and now it was your turn to groan, albeit for a different reason. His phone stopped ringing and started again once more.

“Whoever it is better have a good reason for interrupting us,” grumbled Nanami, breaking from your touch to answer his cellphone. “Nanami Kento. Oh, it’s you. No, thank you. I have plans. Yes, plans. No, not with you. No. No. I’ll see you on Monday.” He hung up.

“Let me guess, that was Gojo?” you mused, a grin erupting on your face. You could tell it was the white haired man on the phone with your beloved because he was immediately annoyed. Nanami nodded his head, his arms enveloping you in a hug as he rested his chin on your head.

“He wanted to know if we wanted to go out with him tonight for dinner and then clubbing. I hope you don’t mind I turned him down.” The blonde was taken aback by your giggling. “What’s so funny?” he asked you, letting go of the hug but holding you by the shoulders.

“I turned down my cousin and friends for lunch and the club today as well.” Nanami breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good. I have no plans today, I want no plans today. This day is ours and we will do as we please.” You nodded in agreement and sealed that with another long winded kiss before you went to your bathroom to get ready.

Thankfully the day had gone by pretty slow. It was a beautiful spring day so you and Nanami enjoyed a nice stroll around your neighborhood, listening to the chirps of the birds and rustling of the squirrels. You pointed things out to each other like a gorgeous flower (that Nanami of course compared you to) and a garden gnome (you couldn’t help that it looked just like Nanami!). You even cloud gazed for a while, enjoying the smells of the freshly mowed grass you found yourself laying on. When it came time for lunch, you made sandwiches for the both of you and munched on them while you did word search puzzles and Nanami did Sudoku puzzles. Like before, not many words were shared during this time but the comfortable silence was everything you could wish for. The plates were cleared, the sponge rinsed out. Another meaningful kiss was shared. Now it was time for household chores. You dusted while Nanami vacuumed. Nanami put the clothes in the washer, you put them in the dryer, you both folded them when they were done. You cleaned the sink in the bathroom while Nanami cleaned the toilet and shower. When that was done, it was time for another break. You picked up the cross stitch project you had been working on while Nanami settled for reading his newspaper. You sat in the family room on the couch while he opted for the chair. The window was opened slightly which allowed for the faintest touch of fresh air to be brought in by the light breeze. It was getting late into the afternoon and the birds, though still singing their songs, were beginning to head into their nests for the night. As you got lost into your project, the rustling of the newspaper brought you back to earth and into a new thought.

“Kento.”

“Hm?”

“Are we boring?”

Nanami lowered his paper and raised his eyebrows. “I don’t usually answer a question with a question, so forgive me y/n, but what brought on that thought?”

You went back to your cross stitching, nervously weaving the needle back and forth. “Well, it’s Saturday. We were asked to go out and join our friends in doing crazy things and instead we acted like an old married couple.”

“Would you have liked to gone out?”

“No. Would you?”

“Absolutely not.” His response was lightning fast.

“And so,” you laughed, “that raises the question. Are we boring?”

Nanami neatly folded his newspaper and sat next to you, taking your project out of your fidgeting grasp and replaced it with his hands. “I would spend the rest of my days watching paint dry if I had the pleasure of you sitting next to me as I did it. If the only views I ever saw were of neighborhood animals and our kitchen stove, as long as you were by my side, I’d be the happiest man on the planet. If that makes me boring, so be it.” You could tell he meant every word of what he said. Maybe you were being too hard on yourself—being able to build a life with someone as loving and kind as Nanami isn’t a privilege everybody is able to have and so what if people don’t understand you like to live a slow life? The only thing that matters at the end of the day is that Kento Nanami is yours, and you, his. You lifted your entwined hands up to your lips and gave his knuckles little kisses to show your appreciation for his answer. Unfortunately for you, you would never know just how wildly fast Nanami’s heart beat in his chest at the action, but you could get a feeling for what was going on by the deep blush spreading on his cheeks and his slightly flustered body language. You were definitely going to cancel plans to stay in more often.

[snailsrneat]

Yandere Vil Schoenheit Headcanons

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TW: Kidnapping, Stalking, Posioning

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I think if anyone got literally any of the overblot boys as their yandere they'd be pretty fucked.

Mostly because the overblot boys hold a lot of power and have tons of magic.

Vil, specifically, however is one of the few who won't ever use his magic on you.

No instead he'll just use potions on you (:

When you two first met, it wasn't exactly love first sight, more like first word.

Cause when he saw you, he wasn't impressed.

'This is the prefect everyone's been so obsessed over? Really?'

He honestly thought that you'd be more impressive, more magnificent and elegant if you will.

His first impression of you however immediately changed when you had begun barking orders at fellow freshman in an attempt to defeat him.

Never once has he seen a freshman, one as weak you, calling the shots amongst the student body.

Something must be different with you. And he had to figure out what.

From then onward he recruits Rook to spy on you and learn what your day-to-day patterns are like.

In the process Rook also listens in and learns all your secrets. All of which he reports to Vil.

The Vil learns about you the more he falls in love with you.

He obsesses over every single detail of you, from little moles in unseen places to the formation of stress wrinkles crowding over your forehead.

Every minute detail that he can find, he wants pepper with kisses and tell you just how weak in the knees you make him.

A part if him feels silly for getting weak for someone as mediocre as you, but the other half of him wants to steal you away and lock you in his bedroom so you never have to be troubled by those horrible boys you call "Friends".

In fact...that's a fantastic idea! Why hasn't he thought of this before? That way he can watch you up close.

No longer will he need Rook to do all his stalking, not when you're already here and so close.

When he kidnaps you he does it under the guise of you try a new tea blend he was given. But, unfortunately for you, the tea just so happens to be spiked.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry dear, I didn't think one of my own fans would try to spike my tea! Here let me help you get to the infirmary~"

He's an actor so he's very good at being melodramatic.

Instead of waking up in the infirmary, you wake up his bedroom, with your arms chained to the bed posts and dressed in expensive satin pajamas.

When Vil comes into the room and notices your struggling, he chides you for bruising you beautiful skin.

He doesn't release you from the chains, but he does his best to keep you comfortable.

"Only the best for you, darling. You shouldn't worry yourself with such needless things. What you should be thinking of is me, and only me. Understand?"

If you ever try to escape, don't.

I'm warning you, if Vil catches you trying to escape it'll be worse than just staying chained to his bed all day.

It's even more terrible if you've been getting "closer" with him recently, because now he knows that he shouldn't trust you fully. Ever.

If he catches you, he'll no longer allow you to be comfortable.

Instead of that nice comfortable bed, you sleep in a dog cage in the corner of his room.

And the days have started to blur together now, he started poisoning your food to make sure you don't do anything.

Most days your too tired to anything, let alone fight back or come up with escape plans.

If he has to start treating you like a baby he doesn't mind, he likes making you depend entirely on him.

"You know you did this to yourself, right? Trying to escape was a foolish endeavor and you must face the consequences of your actions..aw, you're crying darling. Don't cry, it'll give you wrinkles. Don't worry my love, this hurts me more than it hurts you. Now drink this."

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[deesblanketfort]

Sick and regressed ☆´ˎ˗ ︶︶︶ 

Well, while I'm writting this I'm bedridden (likely with covid), and for some reason I really want to spend my sick days regressed and take something good out of it at least.

Getting comfy!

🧦: Pajamas time! Is there anything more regressor-coded than cozy printed pajamas, an animal kigurumi or onesie? I'd say no. And since I'm staying on bed, I'm surely wearing those all day long.

🛏️: Bed setup! When you're bedridden, a bed table ends up being really useful in case you want to do stuff that requires a flat surface. If you have one of those, lucky you! I, however had to improvise with a smooth wooden board standing on my lap, therefore any kind of long, resilient and flat surface can do the job just fine.

🧦: Blanket fort! Alternatively, if you're able to roam around your house or have someone to help, you can build a blanket fort over your bed or a comfy surface to stay in!

🛏️: Sick gear! Runny nose? Bring tissues. Got a fever? Make a cold damp towel for your forehead. Tummy aches or localized pain? Make a hot water compress. And make sure to keep track of the meds you're taking, of course.

🧦: Get your plushies! Since what I got is very contagious close contact with anyone is out of the table, but my stuffies are completely immune to sickness and ready to cuddle! (I'll have to wash them afterwards to disinfect them though)

Games and activities!

🎮: Viddy games! Either on computer, phone or a console (handheld preferred), videogames are perfectly stationary and don't require much movement from your part.

🖍️: Table games! Table games are also stationary and can be played right from your bed if you have a bed table, although most games need other people to play with you, your plushies can serve this purpose.

🎮: Play pretend! Playing pretend can be limited when you're bedridden, but there are some scenarios you're perfectly able to do! Such as pretending you're a shop owner and your stuffies are the clients, pretending your stuffies are your doctors/nurses taking care of you, or vice versa. Things like tea parties and pretend schools are still on the table!

🖍️: Arts and crafts! Being sick won't stop me from wanting to draw and color, since I can do it from my bed anyways! Aside from drawing and coloring, I might as well do some collage and paper craft, just might need help to clean up afterwards.

🎮: Cartoon time! No better opportunity to (re)watch your favorite cartoons than when you're sick, bedridden and bored, right? And since this brings me comfort, here are some cartoon episodes that center on being sick: Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound (Bluey), Steve Gets The Sniffles (Blues Clues), Bear Flu (We Bare Bears), Doctor Daisy M.D (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse), Arthur's Chicken Pox (Arthur)

Snack time!

🍼: Hot drinks! Specially if you're with a cold or a sore throat in general, hot drinks such as hot cocoa and tea are perfect for warming up an icky throat.

🧁: Spices for a sore throat! Like mint, honey, ginger and lemon. I'm sure there's plentiful of drinks you can make using these!

🍼: Give preference to healthy snacks and meals! Like fruits and veggies, yogurt, noodles, soup or sandwiches. Bonus points if they're arranged in a fun shape (animal, plant, star, etc)!

🧁: Keep your appetite in check! It's pretty common to lose your appetite when sick, therefore I'd say it's ideal to keep your meals smaller (and sometimes eat more often) than usual.

Taking care of yourself!

🧸: Stay hydrated! Water is always good, and if you're sick you likely need it more than usual, drinking from sippy cups, baby bottles, straw cups or any kind of fun themed cup is usually more fun and encouraging than boring adult cups.

🧶: Keep your temperature in check as well! Besides from checking if you have a fever ever so often, it's also good to keep yourself warm with blankets and heating if your body feels cold, or alternatively, turning on fans and using lighter sheets instead of blankets if you're too hot.

🧸: Beware the germs! If you got a contagious disease (like me), make sure to properly wash and disinfect anything you bring to your mouth such as pacis, teethers, bottles and cutlery before and after using them. Plus, it's important to wear a mask or ask others to wear a mask when near you as well.

🧶: Resting is key! Some of these days I'm too tired to do anything above, and I'd rather just nap the whole day, and that's okay! Sometimes being sick means not being able to do anything at all and it's important to have your extended napping time to get better.

[lalachat]

"And there you were..."

Author's note: Hi loves! I am going to apologize for this one because it is basically just filler because the next chapter is going to be a good one(in my personal opinion). I have been in a chaotic-evil kind of mood recently and I got something good cooked up! However, I am sad to announce that I will probably end this story soon, maybe 2-3 more chapters. Do not fret though! I fully plan on writing some one shots, maybe another series 👀 That meaning, I got some good ideas for my future projects ehehehe! ANYWHO, I hid a harry potter reference in here. I wonder if y'all can find it! Tbh I hide a lot of my favorite movie quotes in my chapters. So far no one has picked up on any😭 anywho, enjoy this one before shit literally hits the ceiling.

Summary: You and Lucien wake up after your eventful night to have an early morning snack before your breakfast with the rest of the night court. However, can you and Lucien hide your growing feelings for one another? And most importantly, does anyone know what you two did last night?

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: profanity, potential grammatical errors, and LOTS of filler/banter

Word Count: ≈ 4,053

Chapter 9: Pretty Pink Bows

After a much-needed bath, you and Lucien decided that it would be best to get some rest. You both changed into your pajamas and crawled into your bed. Lucien was too tired to go back to his apartment, and with Elain’s uproar, he felt it was best to stay. You did not complain. Sleeping next to Lucien was always peaceful, like your soul knows his entirely. These were always your best nights of sleep with him next to you.

You awoke to the first appearance of light on the horizon shimmering through your window. Lucien was sprawled out next to you comfortably, hair slightly tangled. His chest falling rhythmically with every breath. Poor guy was probably spent from the energy he was channeling into you last night. You smile at the sight of him.

Without waking up the slumbering male, you slipped out of your bed and out your room. You walked on the balls of your feet through the noiseless halls, trying not to wake anyone else who is still asleep. You were headed to the kitchen to grab y'all some tea and snacks. After last night, your body was craving for something to fill your aching stomach. You're sure Lucien felt the same.

You finally reached the kitchen, the beautiful colors of dawn now starting to come to light. You grabbed a pot and filled it with water, knowing a teapot would be too loud. You placed it on the stove to heat up as you set aside two teacups. While you were waiting for the water to boil, you mindlessly went to the pantry to search for your favorite tea. You grabbed two teabags and put them into the cups. The water started to bubble; you decided you still had some time to scrounge for snacks. You cut up some fruit, cheese, and meat and placed them onto a plate. You smiled as you made a little smiley face out of the arranged foods. You walked back over to the water to see that it was boiling. You carefully poured it into each cup and set it aside to cool as you cleaned. Shortly after, you grabbed everything you prepared and headed back to your room.

“Good morning sleepy head,” you sang to the sleeping figure wrapped up in your sheets. Lucien mumbled something you couldn’t comprehend as he still lay there asleep. You rolled your eyes, “Jackass.”

A smile crept up onto your face as you sat your breakfast aside, “This is your last warning, Lu.” A moment of silence passes, and you shook your head, “So be it!”

You jump onto your bed like a child on solstice, the sudden motion startling Lucien. He jolted awake as you kept jumping up and down in a fit of giggles at his reaction, “Wakey wakey Lucy!”

“You are a jackass,” he mumbled as he shook his head and threw himself back onto his pillow. You laughed at his choice of vocabulary because you threw that same word at him earlier.

“Am I still a jackass if I said that I got up early to get us some tea with a complimentary charcuterie plate?”

“What a big word for how early it is,” he smiled at you as he ran his hand through his hair, fingers getting stuck in some tangles. He groans in frustration, you laughed.

“Your hair looks like a bush on fire,” you chuckle as you grabbed your hairbrush and gestured to his hair, “May I?” All Lucien could do was nod, still not completely awake yet. He leaned up allowing you to slot yourself behind him, his muscled back pressed against your chest.

“You’re not tender headed, are you?” You slowly started to brush the ends of his hair first, Lucien hummed at the feeling.

“Obviously not when you were the one tugging at it last night.” You could feel the smirk on his face without even having to look, you pulled the brush a little harder through a knot at the comment.

“Ouch!” He turned around to look at you over his shoulder. You gave him an innocent smile.

“Oops- sorry, the brush slipped,” you halfheartedly apologized as you continued brushing his hair. “You should let me braid it!”

Lucien laughed, “And what’s next? A huge pink bow?”

“Obviously-” you said as you brushed out the last section you were working on and moved on to start braiding his hair.

“Good gods you're going to get me made fun of,” he sighed as his body relaxed at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

“Anyone who makes fun of you is just jealous of how good you’ll look,” your voice vibrating through Lucien’s back. You worked quietly as you braided his hair into Dutch braids and pinned the ends in a low bun, Lucien just sat there marveling your presence and how close you two were now. Your breath hitting his neck sent goosebumps across his entire body. His body was betraying him from the feeling of you pressed against him.

“Turn around please,” you asked him. He happily obliged as you both shuffled around to a comfortable spot facing one another. You scooted closer to him to pull out some hairs to frame his gorgeous face. Your brows furrowed in concentration as you bit your lip, scared if you pulled too much it will mess the braid up.

Lucien just watched you. His eyes roamed your face while you were distracted with his hair. Having you this close he was able to study every detail. You were astonishingly beautiful. Your captivating eyes that sparked whenever you smiled, your nose that was sprinkled in tiny sunspots, your beautiful rosy cheeks, and gods, your kissable lips that he could never get enough of. He couldn’t look away, not with the way you bit your bottom lip. All he could think about was what it would be like to kiss you again…

“All done,” you smiled as you looked at your work.

Lucien’s eyes glanced up to meet yours, “Thank you.”

You looked back at him, just now noticing how close your faces were. Your cheeks flushed as you let out a small breath, “you’re welcome.”

You did not dare move, not with the way Lucien eyes kept dipping down to your lips. There is something so intimate about the way he was looking at you, and you thought to yourself every kiss you two shared was heated and an act of lust. You and Lucien had never shared a legitimate kiss before. That thought alone sent nerves through your body. Could he actually have feelings for you? Because the way he is looking at you right now makes you feel like you're not just a hookup anymore, that you're something much more.

“Lucien-” you glanced at his lips as you sucked in a breath. Your nose was now brushing against his. One of you had leaned in. You didn’t know if it was you, him, or both but at this moment neither of you cared. You didn't care as his breath kissed your cheeks with warmth causing more of a blush. You two should not be doing this! Friends don’t kiss. This is so wrong, but gods did nothing ever feel so right. Just as your lips brushed against his, it was like Lucien snapped out of a trance at the touch. WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!

He nervously coughed, “I’m hungry, what about you?” He got off the bed and grabbed the tray you prepared; the tea was now room temperature.

“Oh yeah! I'm starving,” you shook your head trying to clear your mind of the moment he abruptly put an end to. Shit- are you disappointed? This cannot be happening, he’s just a friend! You’re mated to Azriel for gods sake!

“Tea got cold, but everything looks lovely y/n,” he politely thanked you as he grabbed each teacup to rewarm them. “The smiley face is a nice touch.”

“You’re welcome, I thought it was cute! Now, bon appétit,” you smiled. You both were hungrier than you thought. You both devoured the platter you had prepared in minutes as you sipped on tea. The once cute smiley face now nothing but crumbs.

“Such a shame we destroyed the smile though,” he laughed as he downed the rest of his tea.

“At least we made a happy plate right?” you said as you finished your own cup.

“Always the cleaver one in the mornings,” he smiled at you as he gathered his clothes off the floor to get dressed. You figured you would do the same as you pulled out a long skirt and a plain shirt from your dresser. You took a quick look in the mirror and ran your brush through your hair a couple of times before putting it up in a messy bun.

“Ready?” You glanced at him as he was looking at himself in the mirror.

“Hell yeah I am, I’m ready to show off this new dew! This looks really good y/n” he exclaimed as he kissed you atop the head.

“Can I please, please, please add a bow?” you stuck out your lip.

“Absolutely not,” he said as he opened the door for you.

“Are you sure? It would make it look even better,” you wiggled your brow at him as you walked past him through the door.

“Yes, I am sure. If Feyre caught me with that, she would never let me live it down.”

“That’s actually a fair statement,” you laughed as he shut your door.

Just as he turned around Lucien’s gaze went to your wrists, his mouth turning upwards into a wicked smile, “y/n?”

“What?” You looked at him confused as he tilted his head in emphasis to look where he was. You followed his gaze, and your eyes were met with faint red rings around both of your wrists. Tendrils of flame still remnant. “Oh. My. Mother. Above-” was all you could say as you traced your wrists gently. They were beautiful in a way you could not describe...

“Is it obvious?” You looked at him worriedly as you stuck them out for him to see. Pain struck his features like you were ashamed of what you two had done. However, you were only scared of Elain and Azriel noticing them.

“When you do that, yes,” he chuckled. “Here, I can glamour it for you,’ he grabbed your wrists, ‘Such a shame to get rid of my beautiful work.” His grip on your wrists made you blush as you slowly watched the marking go away.

“Thank you,” you breathed closely analyzing your wrists to make sure all proof of last night was officially gone. Lucien still had a pained look on his face but hiding it with wit.

“You should really get those tattooed, they look too good on you to hide it,” he mused as he started to walk to the lingering voices echoing through the halls.

“Maybe you should do that to me more often then,” you clapped back with a wink as you followed.

He shot you a playful smile as he grabbed your wrist gently, “You want more my little fireling?”

That’s a new nickname, you thought. The possessiveness of it shook your core. You tried to hide your liking for it, as you shot him a cheeky smile and walked into the room that your friends were gathered in. Everyone gathered around the room waiting for breakfast. The table set with plates, silverware, and glasses of water.

“Morningggggg,” Mor smirked, leaning against the wall with a cup of tea in her hands. Her eyes gleaming with a knowing look as she dramatically sipped her tea with a wink sent your way.

You look at her confused, “Good morning to you too Mor.”

“Ah good, y/n! We are about to eat breakfast, still waiting for a couple others to join us.” Feyre smiled at you. Her gaze met Lucien’s as he walked into the room shortly after. “Oh, good to see you’re up Lucien, come sit!”

Everyone soon began to make their way to their seats. Mor nudged her elbow in your hip as she whispered, “You are going to tell me everything!”

You hissed, “Yes, but can’t a girl eat first!”

You looked around the room to find Rhysand and Feyre seating themselves at the head of the table. Cassian pulling out the chair next to Rhysand as Nesta chose the one beside her mate. Mor sat beside Feyre, shooting a look to sit next to her so you two could gossip. You rolled your eyes as you sat down with her. Lucien felt awkward being the last one standing, not really having a specific spot at the table. It was either sit next to Nesta, his body trembled at that thought, or sit next to you. He shot you a smile as he gracefully pulled out the chair next to you.

“Where’s Amren?” you asked.

“Went home already, last night was more than enough socializing for her,” Rhysand said with an understanding.

“Gotcha,” you nodded as you sipped some water.

“So, how did everyone sleep?” Mor asked with a smile, obviously up to something, as everyone murmured “good.”

With you occupied with your water and not answering previously, Mor directly asked you this time.

“You sleep okay y/n?” She wiggled her brow slightly as you choked on your water from remembering what kept you up in the early morning hours. Everyone’s eyes looked at you with worry from your choking, but you gave them a thumbs up and a scratchy, “I'm okay!”

“Sorry, the water went down wrong. I slept okay,” you said through small coughs, your face flushed from your thoughts and from coughing. Lucien pats your back reassuringly.

“And what about you Lucien?” Mor asked. You glared at her as he kept patting your back.

“Just fine Mor,” he deadpanned. Not revealing a single thing about either of your nights. Mor hummed, unsatisfied with your answers.

“Where the hell is Az?! I am fucking hungry,” Cassian muttered in frustration. Lucien’s hand stilled at the name. You looked around and noticed the shadowsinger was not here.

“Would you just be patient for once in your life,” Nesta quipped.

“I am sure he will be here soon Cass, along with Elain.” Rhysand said, amused at that neither of them are here yet. You and Lucien shared a mutual glance of, “Oh fuck.”

You mouthed to him, “Do you think they are together?” He gave you a curt nod. His breathing becoming long inhales and exhales as he tried to calm the storm raging within him at the thought of them together again. You could sense his battle and grabbed his hand reassuringly.

“It will be okay,” you mouthed to him once again as the others were engrosed in a conversation about gods knows what. He pursed his lips into a thin line as he rubbed his temples.

“You okay Lucien?” Feyre asked. He looked up at her, and he could tell she knew what was wrong. She was the only other person besides you that knew him, truly knew him.

“Yes, sorry! My head just hurts from this new hairstyle. I'm not entirely used to it yet.” He smiled at her. She knew he lied to cover up what he was truly feeling from the others, so she went with it.

“I understand. I am sure all of us long haired people have experienced the feeling,” she grinned, “It looks good though!”

“Thank you,” you and Lucien said at the same time. You both glared at each other.

“What do you mean by ‘Thank you,’ I am the one who she complimented,” Lucien said.

“Yes, but I am the one who did it! You would not have gotten complimented if it weren’t for me,” you stuck your tongue out.

“You braided his hair?” Mor looked at you. Only then did you realize what you had just exposed. You had to divert! Lucien only looking at you playfully with what you were going to say about the situation now.

“Yes, I ran into Lucien earlier this morning when I snuck to the kitchen to make myself some tea. Neither of us could sleep with what’s going on, so we just stayed up together in the library until you all woke up,” you shrugged. Was that a good enough cover up? You prayed it was, as Lucien just nodded his head as he drank from his cup.

“Can you do that to my hair?” Cassian asked.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I like it, and it will keep it out my face while I eat,” he said.

“Why not ask me?” Nesta said.

“Because I know you will say no,” Cassian shrugged his shoulders.

“Fair,” Nesta replied as you got out your chair and rounded the table to the other side.

“I wish I had long hair,” Rhys pouted.

“No, you don't,” Feyre said as she patted his shoulder as you stood behind Cassian's chair and started braiding. Everyone began talking about their mornings, chattering back and forth. Every now and then Cassian would move too much, and you would have to push him back in the chair.

“Sit still Cass or you’ll mess it up!” You rolled your eyes at the restless male.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as you continued with his hair.

Mor began talking about having the group do something together to bond after all that’s happened. Everyone at the table agreed except for Rhysand. You looked at him as you finished braiding one side of Cassian's head. It looked like he was deep in thought. He wasn’t talking to Feyre because her and Mor were bouncing group ideas off each other. Cassian, Nesta, and Lucien listened to their conversation, so he wasn’t relaying anything to them either. What could he be thinking about, you wondered.

Suddenly, his gaze snapped to you. Those piercing violet eyes assessing you. You were just now braiding the other side of Cassian’s head.

“What? Does it look bad or something?” you asked.

Rhys shook his head, “No it looks fine, but I cannot help but sense something off about you y/n.” His eyes twinkled as they took a quick glance at your hands. You followed his gaze. He was looking at your hands! Did the glamour wear off?! You panicked, you looked at your wrists while braiding Cassian's hair and saw no swirls of flame. What the fuck is he on about then?

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you finished the braid you were working on and began to put them together into a high bun. Those always looked best on Cassian.

“Oh really? Y/n, you must forget I am a high lord. I can sense ALL magic,” he put major emphasizes on the word all. Just then it hit you. Rhysand is a high lord. Your high lord, and the most powerful one at that. He can sense all magic… even glamours.

You shot him a look as you tried to keep your hands focused on Cassian’s bun. All Rhysand did was smile at you as you felt the familiar caress of claws on your mental shield. “You have a glamour on, don’t you?” he spoke to you in your head.

“Get out my head you prying prick,” you thought outside your walls.

“What are you hiding y/n?” he purred. His claws once again cascading down your shields.

“Cassian do you have a hair tie?” you asked as he mindlessly handed you one, you were now securing his hair.

“I am serious Rhys, get out of my head,” you thought back, but he kept his presence in your head as he crossed his arms at the table. If you kept yourself occupied with Cassian’s hair and maybe he will go away.

“I am not going until you tell me why you are glamoured. What are you hiding y/n?” His voice felt foreign in your mind, but he was still respectful. The power and information he has on you right now was overwhelming. You could feel your shields slipping at it. You tried to re-ground yourself with the feeling of Cassian’s hair, but you ended up giving into Rhysand. He already knows everything. You could trust him. The people you were hiding from aren’t even here. You let your shield down to show him the image of your wrists. You could see his eyes lighten in surprise as his cheeks grew a shade darker.

“I told you not to pry,” you thought inside your mind.

“He can do that?” he thought back to you in shock.

“Yes,” you thought back.

You bit your lip slightly as you started to reminisce about it, completely forgetting your shields were still down. Rhysand seeing everything before you could stop it. You quickly finished securing Cassian’s hair before you clapped him on the shoulder with an “All done!”

“WOAH!” Rhysand shouted out loud at the images of you and Lucien flashing through your mind, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. You slammed your shields backup in an instant. Rhysand’s face now completely pink.

“What?” Cassin asked confused as Rhysand coughed.

Please come up with something good Rhys... you thought.

“Nothing! Your hair just looks really good like that brother,” Rhysand mused.

“Awe Rhysie Poo- am I so handsome with this hair that it made you blush?” Cassian got up to smother Rhys in a hug.

“Yes, it’d be even better with a bow!” Rhys laughed as he bopped Cassian’s newly braided bun.

“That’s what I think too, but Lucien said no!” You tried to remain calm and continue as normally as possible as you made your way back to your seat. Thank fuck for Rhysand coming up with a cleaver cover up story.

Lucien shrugged, “It would not go well with my outfit.” Everyone at the table laughed.

Rhysand couldn’t look at you or the male without blushing. He has seen too much, but gods it was true everyone undermined the autumn court male’s power in the bedroom.

“What’s got everyone in such a good mood?” Elain asked sweetly as she entered the room with Azriel at her side. Lucien imediently tensed at the sight of them together. You on the other hand were ready to strike at any given moment, scared she might attack you for sitting next to Lucien.

“Rhysand got all hot and bothered over my new hairstyle Y/n did for me,” Cassian boomed as Elain blushed uncomfortably at his words. Azriel laughed at his brothers, your heart skipping a beat at the sound. Damn thing always betraying you when he's around.

“Well I'll be dammed Rhys, you’re picking favorites now?” Azriel smirked as he pulled Elain’s chair out for her beside Nesta.

“Absolutely not! This-” his hands wave around Cassian’s hair, “just threw me off guard! I’m so used to his hair being all up in his face,” Rhysand said as he watched Azriel sit next to Elain.

“It is rather nice to see your face again Cass,” Feyre teased and he glared at her, “Now that everyone is here, let’s eat!”

At the snap of her fingers the entire table was filled with all sorts of breakfast foods. From fresh fruits to eggs and bacon, the table had it all.

“Thank fuck-” Cassian said as he started to pile food onto his plate, everyone following suit. Filling their plates with whatever they pleased.

“Good morning, Elain, how did you sleep?” Lucien asked her as he buttered a bagel, not really hungry after your snack earlier. Azriel smiled at the question, and your blood boiled. You knew that smirk all too well. Lucien had that same smirk when Mor asked about why you braided his hair. Something happened between them and you were dead set on finding out about it.

Elain’s sweet stature faltered for a moment before she recomposed herself and answered, “I slept good.”

“That’s good to hear,” Lucien said awkwardly not expecting the conversation to be that short.

“Good going dude,” you whispered to him.

“I’d like to see you try-” you kicked him under the table. “Ouch-”

“Shut your mouth before I do it for y-” he kicked you back, you glared at him as you rubbed your shin. “Ass-” before you could finish your name calling Mor interrupted you, Lucien only laughed.

“So, Feyre and I were discussing about having a group bonding day today. Everyone else agreed to it, what do you think Azriel?” Mor asked.

“Sounds fine,” he said blandly as he took a bite of eggs as Elain spoke beside him.

“I think that’s a great idea Mor!”

“Okay so it is settled! We will have a group bonding session today!” Mor said as she raised her glass of water and drank it.

"This outta be interesting," Rhysand said with a smile.

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[i-was-a-well-kid-once]

“When the lights go out (and the walls come down)”

Most of our mornings were slow. We’d get home from a case sometime early in the morning, so most of us would end up sleeping in, sometimes until noon. Most days we’ll wake up, and Holly will already be here, tidying up, doing paperwork, or taking calls. Out of the three of us that lived here,  Lockwood was usually up first, already in the kitchen with the kettle on, reading the morning newspaper or the latest magazine. The next to wake up was George, who joins Lockwood in the kitchen and usually starts making some breakfast. Then finally, I traipsed into the kitchen still half asleep and in great need of some tea. 

The thing is, I usually don’t remember actually going to bed most nights. I’ll usually be so tired from whatever case we just got back from, that it has become routine to tramp up to my attic and plop onto my bed, some nights, too tired to even change into actual pajamas. 

Nights when I am plagued by particularly horrifying nightmares, I normally wake up and have trouble falling back asleep, so I’ll make the trek down to the kitchen, carefully avoiding those areas of the floor that creak, so as to not wake up either of the boys, and I’ll make myself some tea, or sneak some biscuits out of rotation. 

Some nights, I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep. I would sneak down to the kitchen, bleary eyed, moments of vulnerability still flashing through my mind, and would find Lockwood with a cup of tea at the kitchen table, or his favorite armchair in the library. 

Some nights it would make me feel better just sitting with him, drinking tea, while I sketch and he reads. Some nights, we’ll find it in ourselves to fall back asleep, whether we would return to our respective rooms, or maybe we would cross over the line of friendship, putting pause on the unceasing dance that was the dance around our true feelings, wants, and wishes; because in the hazy hours of the late night or early morning, it was never the same. When the lights were low, walls would come down and secrets would be shared. Which is exactly why, some mornings, I would find myself safely tucked into Lockwood’s arms, curled together underneath a warm duvet, either mine or Lockwood’s, usually depending on who needed to be comforted the most. 

This time, however, I awoke to the orange glow of dawn coming through the curtained windows of the library, on the floral printed sofa, a duvet draped somewhat messily over us. 

As I blinked open my eyes—which struggled to adjust to the bright light—and assessed the situation, I was able to register that this was a risky place to be sleeping, as George or Holly could find us like this and we would never be able to hear the end of it. 

I lay on my side, next to Lockwood’s sleeping figure, arms wrapped around his waist, my ear against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. His arms were wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close to him. Our legs were entangled together, and I realized there would be no way to untangle myself from him with him stirring. 

I thought back to last night. I remembered waking up in a cold sweat, after watching another alternative of our trip to the Other-Side play out inside my head. These nightmares would always feel so real, it was getting hard to convince myself, in the nights and mornings that I would wake up to, that everyone is fine. We all made it out; we’re all alive. 

Eyes still red, cheeks wet with streaks of tears, I crept down to the kitchen, searching for some solace, some relief in the form of a cup of tea to warm the cold numbness I felt inside. A feeling I feel a little too often now, since my two trips to the Other-Side: a feeling of a coldness that can never be broken or thawed. 

When I found Lockwood in there, feeling relieved rather than surprised, I gratefully accepted the tea he poured for me, and when he had led me into the library and sat me down, still in a daze, I had let him pull me into his arms and hold me. I found his heartbeat and focused on the sound of it; the steady rhythm; the reassurance that he is alive. We’re alive. I let it lull me to sleep. 

Now, lying here, I felt warm and safe. I felt whole in a way I had never thought was possible. No, I’ve never been held like this before by anyone else, I’ve never felt this cared about by anyone else; I’ve never felt this safe. 

I felt Lockwood stir as I shifted my legs slightly underneath the duvet. I wondered what time it was, having a feeling it’s been a long time since Lockwood had slept in this late. He didn’t seem to get enough sleep, but I was glad he was resting well now. 

“Luce?” I felt the hum of his words against my cheek. His voice was hoarse from sleep.

“Mhm?” I hummed in response, finding my voice to be just as raspy. 

“Your feet are freezing.” He said, moving his legs around, away from my feet, as if to prove his point.

I let out a soft giggle at that, resisting the urge to press them against his skin again, just to mess with him. “M’sorry, what do you suppose I do about it, it’s not my fault.” I mumbled, teasingly. 

“Mm.” He hummed. “Could try wearing socks.”

Now I did press my feet to his skin, a sleepy grin spreading across my face after hearing him hiss in protest.

“Geez,” he hissed, pushing my feet away with his own. “What are they, made of ice cubes?” 

I scoffed at him, playfully. “You’re so dramatic.” 

“Hmm.” He mumbled into my hair, tightening his hold around my shoulders, bringing me just a little closer. 

I melted into his embrace, closing my eyes. We were silent for a few minutes, listening to each other’s breathing. I figured Lockwood had fallen back asleep until he started tracing soft circles along my arm with his thumb. 

“Do you feel any better now?”

It took me a moment to realize he was referring to my nightmare I had last night. I tried to recall what I had told him about it, if anything, but I hardly remembered anything about last night. 

“M’alright.” I really feel a lot better now. I had almost entirely forgotten about it until now. Opening my eyes, I rested my gaze on the colorful rug that lay in the center of the room.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice was gentle, still husky from sleep, but so warm. 

“There’s not much to say, really. Same as it usually is.” I said into his chest, focusing on his calloused fingers tracing light patterns on my skin. 

“You were back there again?” His hand moved into my hair and he began to slowly card his fingers through it, no doubt finding the streaks of white that had been left in there. Essentially they were scars, I suppose, a reminder that we’ve been there. Not that we needed any more reminders. 

When I didn’t answer, he only continued to finger his way through my tangles, every now and then massaging towards my scalp. “I know you don’t like them, but I think these white strands look pretty with your brown hair.” 

I gave a small grunt at that. He was right about me not liking them. I had considered dying them, hiding them away, but something had always stopped me from going through with that. 

“No, really, Luce.” He pressed his mouth to my hair. “You’re beautiful with or without them.” 

Doing my best to ignore the warmth creeping onto my cheeks and neck, I sighed and quietly added, “I like yours, too.” 

“They do make me all the more charming, don’t they?” He teased, lifting his chin off of my head. And though I couldn’t see him, I knew he was grinning.

“Maybe they do,”—a chuckle from him—“but don’t let that go to your head.” I said, lifting my head so I could see him, vainly hoping he wouldn’t notice the red tint of my cheeks. 

Grinning, he tapped my nose softly with his finger. “Too late.” 

I rolled my eyes, fighting unsuccessfully to keep a grin off my own face. How could I when he smiles at me like that? I put my head back against his chest, again, finding comfort in his heart beat. 

We fell into a comfortable silence that lasted for about two minutes. 

“Luce,” 

“Yeah?” 

“How do your feet get so cold?” 

“I don’t know, Lockwood.” 

“Maybe you can wrap them in the blanket, or put some socks on for heaven’s sake.” Lockwood shifted his legs so they would be free of my cold grasp.

“Maybe some tea would warm me up.” I said, innocently. Not that I really wanted him to get up, but—per usual—I could really go for some tea. 

He sighed, dramatically, resting his chin against my hair. “I suppose.” He began to shift around and eventually untangled himself and sat up on the edge of the couch. “I’ll put the kettle on, as long as you’re still here when I get back.” 

[kharia-adarkim]

decided to write some brief graha/venka fluff

The viera woman sighed, crumpling up another sheet of paper and tossing it at an overfull wastebin. The Alliance's soldiers needed a rousing speech to bolster morale, and the Elder Seedseer herself had vouched for Venka's speechcraft and motivational capabilities, but despite her efforts, the words wouldn't come to her. Her thoughts kept drifting to her fellow scions trapped in their unnatural slumber in the Rising Stones. Thancred's collapse had already sent ripples of unease through the troops, and while Y'shtola and Urianger's condition was still known only to a privileged few, it would only be a matter of time before the truth got out.

"A walk," Venka murmured, "to clear my head." She set her quill back in its inkpot and donned a comfortable jacket. For all it's blazing daytime heat, Ala Migho's frigid nights made her miss her mothers' cozy cabin in the Twelveswood. She'd scarcely walked a block before a faint whisper caught her attention. "Who goes there?" she called out, silently cursing at herself for leaving her bow at the inn. The whispering grew louder, and horror dawned upon Venka.

"Let expanse contract, eon become instant..."

"No, no..." Venka muttered. Who would be next? One of the twins? Tataru? Krile? Suddenly, her knees became week, and Venka's vision began to blur.

"Throw wide the gates..." the voice called out, and Venka's vision went black as she collapsed onto the cobblestones.

The smell of brewing tea roused Venka from her slumber, and she quickly jolted awake. She was shocked, however, to find whe was not in Ala Migho, nor the Rising Stones, but a wholly unfamiliar room. Furthermore, she was clothed not in her pajamas and jacket, but a simple linen smock. On the other side of the room, an elezen man stood over a set of teacups. When he noticed Venka was awale, he smiled warmly.

"It seems the Exarch was right after all," he said as he brought a cup over to the confused viera. "'Brew some bergamot tea, the smell will surely wake her up' he told me. How are you feeling?" Venka glanced between the man and the teacup before cautiously accepting it and taking a sip.

"Where are we?" she asked at last, "And who are you?"

"Name's Seigmar, miss," the man replied, "and you're in the Crystarium." Venka nodded politely, taking another sip of tea to hide her confusion. She'd never heard of a Crystarium, and Siegmar didn't resemble any elezen name she'd ever heard.

"And this Exarch," she continued, "who is that?"

"Why, he's our leader, and the founder of our fair city. I'll have Captain Lyna introduce you to him once you've got a clean bill of health. Let me get you some bread." Venka continued to sip her tea as she tried to make sense of the information. It had to have been several hours at the least, owing to the bright light that filtered through the window. But where was this Crystarium located? The air wasn't half dry enough to be Ala Mhigo, nor cold enough for Coerthas, and the architecture was unlike any she'd seen before.

A few hours and a short medical examination later, a knock on the door drew Venka's attention. "This is Captain Lyna," a voice from the other side announced, "are you ready to see the Exarch?" Venka opened the door and was shocked to see another viera standing before her, donned in polished plate. "What's the matter? Still not feeling well?"

"No. I mean, yes, er-" Venka stammered, "It's just, you're..."

"Oh come on, surely you didn't think you were the only viis to have left the greatwood?" the woman answered. "Come, the Exarch wants to see you. And when you're done, I can give you a tour." She turned and began to walk down the hall, and Venka followed the viera - viis? - out of the building. They'd taken but a few steps out the front door before Venka stopped in stunned silence as the Crystal Tower loomed high in front of her. "Impressive, isn't it?" Lyna called back. "Now come on! The Exarch might be too patient for his own good, but you still shouldn't keep him waiting." Venka shook out her confusion and followed her guide up the grandiose steps, into the tower itself. After strolling down a few unsettlingly familiar corridors, they arrived at a sturdy oak door. Lyna banged on it a few times with her fist and call out, "Exarch! Your guest has arrived!"

"She may enter," a voice replied from within, "Thank you Captain." Venka's brow furrowed. Though muffled, the voice, too, was familiar to her. Her musing was interrupted by the loud clunk and creak of the door opening. Lyna gestured for her to enter, and as she did, closed the door behind her. Venka looked around at the myriad of books and strange arcane devices literring the room, until her gaze came to rest on a robed figure with a crystalline hand gripping a staff. "Though I am likely not the first to say it, let me bid you welcome to the Crystarium. I am-"

"G'raha?" Venka whispered. Were her ears decieving her? He sounded more tired than when they'd last spoken, but his voice was unmistakable even after all this time. The Exarch coughed and cleared his throat.

"I- no, no, I- I am the Crystal Exarch," he stuttered, "I'm not sure who-" he began, and was again interrupted as Venka lept across the room, tackling him to the ground in an embrace. The Exarch tried to regain his composure, then noticed the tears rolling down Venka's cheek, and her small, stifled sniffles. After a moment's hesistation, he sighed, and laid a gentle hand upon her back. "Yes," he said softly, "it's me."

[obsessedbunnygirl]

Yandere 2024 Regina George x shy innocent fem reader headcanons part 1

Warnings : obsession, yandere content, probably kinda ooc Regina, stalking, voyeurism?, possessive Regina

Let me know if I missed anything that should be added to the warnings list please!

- Meeting Regina George was the best thing to ever happen to you. That’s what she tells you anyway, so it must be true, because why would she ever lie to you?

Flashback:

- It happened one day at lunch, as you were walking past the plastics’ table to get to your table with the other art kids.

- Let me set the scene for you; you, a shy, inexperienced little thing, happened to be Karen’s English tutor, so when Karen noticed you walking past, she clapped her hands excitedly, getting Regina and Gretchen’s attention.

- "OMG! It’s Y/N!!! Hi Y/N!!!!" Karen squealed with a big smile on her gorgeous face. You couldn’t help but smile shyly back at her, unknowingly catching the attention of the blonde next to her. "Guys, this is my tutor!!! Isn’t she just the cutest????"

- You blushed and said "Hi Karen. How are you doing today?" Karen went on to tell you about her day, and also introduce you to her friends. (As if you didn’t already know who they were)

- Regina couldn’t get over how cute your little face looked flushed pink like that. You were clearly really pretty, but there was more to it. She needed to know more about you, and she certainly needed to see that pretty blush of yours again asap, but caused by her this time.

- Regina found your Instagram quickly when she got home from school, but sadly it was private. There go her plans of insta-stalking you all night! Whatever. She has better things to do anyway.

- Better things like getting your address and phone number from Karen, who was oblivious as always to Regina’s motivations. Regina hopes that you’re less blindly submissive than Karen, because acquiring you won’t be quite so fun if you’re that easy to manipulate. This girl wants a little chase.

- Regina doesn’t go to your house to stalk- no, observe you until the next night, when your parents are out of the house. She watches through her binoculars as you read your pathetic little romance book on your couch with your cup of tea. She knows what flavour you’re having too. Peppermint tea with a ton of sugar. (As if you’re not already sweet enough as it is!) Regina longs for the day that she’ll be able to finally taste that sickly peppermint sugar water in your mouth while she’s exploring it with her tongue, kissing you until you’re both completely breathless.

- After you’ve finished your tea, you do your nighttime skincare routine, brush your teeth, and put your pajamas on. Regina stares intensely as you get changed. Such a pretty thing you are. She can’t let you go to waste.

- Regina always gets what she wants, and right now, she wants you, and she will have you, whether you like it or not.

- You don’t know it yet, but you’ll soon find out that you’re hers and hers alone.

- She smiles as you go to sleep for the night. Hers. All hers.

A/N : Thank you so much for reading this!!! I love reading yandere stuff on here, so I thought I should try to create my own. I don’t condone any of these behaviours in real life however. It’s just fiction, and it’s meant to remain fictional. If content like this triggers you, please don’t read it. I don’t mean to upset you and I’m really sorry if I do.

Lots of love,

Bunnygirl 😘

[lesless]

well anyway I had meant to write out additional thoughts the other day but I never got around to it, so here we goooo

I am very much a person who enjoys a good home remedy, so I try them a lot & have had extremely mixed results. About 6? months ago, maybe more, I was starting to have consistent skin problems for the first time in my life. I have always gotten a zit or two, but I was getting several, puss-filled, painful, or deep cystic pimples. I stopped vaping (except when I drink, which has been 1/week max) in very early October. I also added in exercise, vitamins over the last 3-ish weeks however my skin was still unhappy. Past home remedies include:

rice water spray, which left my skin really happy & glowing but seemed to kick up small whitehead acne after 4-5 weeks

tallow, which again made my skin happily hydrated at first but then seemed to encourage really deep, painful pimples

tea water, which felt nice but didn't seem to do anything at all

Ice, which may have momentarily soothed bigger bumps but ultimately did nothing for the duration or pain

I also purchased some 'nice' skin care & a facial package, neither of which seemed to budge the needle at all. My skin looked & felt & was acting up just the same regardless of what I tried.

-brief aside-

About a month ago my stomach was swollen & painful as it often is because my intestines suck. I was googling home remedies & read about castor oil, which felt like snake oil to me. When I was at the health food store I saw it on the shelf for $7 & I thought to myself, that is not much to spend on being stupid & if it helps I will be relieved. So I did the stupid thing & poured some in my belly button & slapped a wash rag over it & secured it with my pajama waistband & went to bed. It worked to my amazement, but I thought it was a fluke, so I kept doing it, & it kept working, so I have been pouring it into my bellybutton & rubbing my stomach with it before bed every night for 3 weeks & for 3 weeks I poo every day lol. It is not a miracle, when I have food flares I still wake up swollen (less so but still), it did not fix all of my issues overnight but it did seem to make things move along at a more predictable pace. My belly skin was also super soft there when I woke up. I read about an hour of testimonials against it bc I was trying to talk myself out of it working, but it works, so I'll keep doing it even if it's just placebo effect.

While reading about it I came across several people who stated that it was also great for acne. Well now nothing has seemed to work, so I though whatever, let's try it. For a 3 days I put a very minimal amount on my face & woke up moisturized with diminished pimples! I haven't gotten a new one (aside from teeny tiny white heads that wipe off when I dry my face) & the old, big, painful lumps & dark spots are nearly gone. :3 It has been a week now and I will say that while at first it was acting as a very heavy moisturizer, now it seems to be drying my skin out so I am using hyaluronic acid beforehand.

I hesitate to recommend this for the face just yet, because often a thing can appear to be good for a week or so but end up causing a huge problem. Also, everyone is different. My friend SWORE by rice water but it just didn't agree with my skin. It could also be that I am nearly 2 months into greatly reducing my nicotine use. There are a lot of factors at play, but for now at least I am relieved that I have something that seems to be soothing my skin.

[ahordeofwasps]

Find the Word Tag

I've been tagged by the spectacular @deanwax! Thanks for the tag! My words are cut, split, frown, and wipe. I'll be sharing excerpts from To Not Falling Off Cliffs!

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @winterandwords, @loopyhoopywrites, @mary-is-writing, @isherwoodj, and open tag! Your words are born, forlorn, torn, and sworn!

Now, onto To Not Falling Off Cliffs!

Cut

Tiffany had no lips and was unable to smile. However, she looked up at Steve and he winced again. She had a change of plans. The sound system put out only static for a brief moment and then started playing a new song. Maybe with a vote on the grave of a dead woman, Steve would finally learn that they were reapers. They didn’t have souls. They had to cling onto life while they still could and not fuss about those who had afterlives to get to. Tiffany marched back to where she dropped the rolls of fabric and picked up the fabric scissors. With a series of movements that would have a seamstress uttering a series of curses, she took the fabric scissors to the newspaper and cut out Erika Knight’s obituary.

Split

“There’s been a scheduling whoopsies. We’ve booked Erica for five shifts today and you for five shifts tomorrow.  You’re not working today.” Erika blinked as she held her phone to her ear. She was still in her pajamas and on the counter in front of her there was a neatly packed lunch of a spaghetti sandwich with extra garlic. “With a C, right?” she asked and there was an affirmative grunt from the other end, “I can just call her and swap a couple shifts with her. I’d rather split the 15 hours over a couple days than work it all in one.” There was a heavy sigh on the other end. “No, it’s in the system. We can’t just swap shifts willy nilly! The system will get confused and next thing we know people will be giving themselves promotions.”

Frown

When the pot of tea was about halfway finished, Mrs. Smith asked Erika how she was doing. Erika just smiled and told Mrs. Smith she was doing fine. Work sometimes had mix-ups that had her working 15 hours in a single day. She occasionally got headaches that left her staggering. She had a hard time sleeping most nights. Her apartment was cursed. Her shampoo was wrecking her hair. The mundane objects she was supposed to trust were occasionally deadly. But that was normal. Erika could handle all that. She was fine. When Erika told Mrs. Smith she was doing fine, Mrs. Smith frowned for a brief moment. Erika quickly changed the subject by pointing to a new photograph of a grey wolf on Mrs. Smith’s wall and asking about it. She was fine. She was changing the subject because the conversation had taken an awkward turn. She was fine. There was nothing to be worried about. Mrs. Smith told Erika all about her cousin Pat. They did not return to the subject.

Wipe

And when the reapers began to, as a collective, understand their own mortality, they revolted against the Sunodos the only way they could. They stopped reaping. The Sunodos were without mercy. Hundreds of reapers were wiped out of existence and new reapers were spawned to take their place. The Sunodos were unable to see the need for mercy. They were unable to see that someone would be unlikely to cooperate if their predecessor had met an unfortunate and unfair fate. They were unable to see that mortals wanted not only to live but cared for more than living. No matter what the Sunodos did, the reapers wouldn’t reap. Not until they had what they wanted. Not until they were given the chance to live. In order to get their souls, the Sunodos were forced to acquiesce to the reapers’ demands. They were forced to give the reapers the privileges. They were forced to give them a chance to live.

[feverishly-kpop]

Yeosang & Ateez (With TXT) - Sneaking Out

Yeosang messed up. That much was obvious. And he knew that things were about to get so much worse.

With the comeback quickly approaching at the end of the following week, Hongjoong asked - no - BEGGED the members to take care of themselves. That included not doing anything unnecessarily risky and getting plenty of rest. And Yeosang was doing his best, until he got a text from Yeonjun asking if he and Wooyoung wanted to come over and hang out. Wooyoung declined, citing his recent ankle injury and explaining how he was trying to stay off it as much as he could outside of work but Yeosang accepted the invitation, promising that he’d get a ride to the TXT apartment’s ASAP.

However, Hongjoong was quick to shut the idea down. It was already 10:00 PM and they had to be at the studio by 7:30 AM the next morning.

“Please, Yeosang…” Hongjoong said with a sigh. “We finish at 4:00 PM tomorrow. You can go after work and stay as long as you want.” Yeosang did little to hide his frustration, instead turning on his heel while rolling his eyes.

“It’s fine, hyung” he replied. “I forgot that we were cloistered here until after the comeback.” And with that he left Hongjoong’s apartment and headed back to his own.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yeosang opened the door to find Yunho sitting at the counter in his pajamas, drinking a cup of tea.

“Have fun with your friends” Yunho said with a yawn, assuming that Yeosang would be leaving soon once a driver came for him.

“Hyung said no” Yeosang said, sitting down heavily in the stool next to Yunho. “We can’t do anything anymore” he added with a pout.

“You don’t need his permission” Yunho responded in a very matter of fact tone. “Just go. You’re an adult and you’re responsible.”

“Yeah but I don’t have a ride. I wasn’t asking for permission, I was asking for him to get me a ride.” It was times like these that Yeosang regretted not having his license.

“You just need a ride?” Yunho set down his tea, turning to Yeosang. “I can give you a ride.”

Yeosang perked up a bit at the prospect. “With what car?”

“Manager hyung left his keys here a few days ago after his wife picked him up from the studio. He won’t be back for it until the day after tomorrow” Yunho responded with a shrug.

Yeosang instantly stood up, grabbing his and Yunho’s jackets. “If you don’t snitch on me for going out I won’t snitch on you for taking manager hyung’s car”

Yunho laughed in response, extending a hand so they could shake on it.

*~*~*~*~*~

Their plan went off without a hitch. Yunho promised to be back by 1:00 AM to pick up Yeosang and Yeosang promised to be ready to go as soon as Yunho arrived.

Yeonjun greeted Yeosang at the door, advising that Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Heuningkai had gone out for the evening since they had a few days off and that Soobin had gone to bed already.

Soobin and Yeonjun spent the evening talking and playing games until Soobin came out of his room.

“I thought that I heard your voice, Yeosang-hyung” Soobin said with a small smile. “Good to see you.”

“Nice to see you too” Yeosang responded as Yeonjun paused their game.

“Wanna come play?” Yeonjun asked Soobin, who immediately shook his head.

“No, thanks, I’m not feeling very well all of a sudden. I thought I was just tired l but my stomach is really bothering me now” Soobin replied, absently placing his hand over his midsection. “I just wanted to grab some water, then I’ll be going back to bed.”

Yeonjun’s eyes met Yeosang’s, worry clearly written out across his face.

“Be right back, I’m going to check on him” Yeonjun said, tentatively following Soobin back to his room.

Yeosang glanced down at his watch. It was only 11:45 PM. Yunho wouldn’t be back to get him for over an hour.

Yunho grabbed his phone and quickly texted Yunho:

“Hey can you come get me? I think Soobin is sick. And Hongjoong will seriously kill me if I get sick”

He waited a few minutes after sending the text but got no response.

Within a few minutes Yeonjun re-emerged from Soobin’s room. “He’s definitely coming down with something…”

Yeosang nodded sadly, mentioning that he had sent a text to Yunho to come get him early since he figured what was the case.

“I’m sorry” Yeonjun said sadly as he gathered some medication and a hot water bottle from their washroom closet. Idol life was, at times, unbearably busy. Quiet nights like this where they could get together were few and far between, so it was disappointing that they’d have to cut it short.

“It’s ok, I totally understand. Just worry about Soobin and I’ll lock the door behind me when Yunho gets here” Yeosang replied gently, doing his best to settle Yeonjun’s clearly frazzled nerves while checking his phone.

Still no response from Yunho.

Great.

*~*~*~*~*~

After a couple more texts, Yeosang received a text back from Yunho:

“Sorry. I was sleeping, set an alarm so I could come get you. On my way over. STAY AWAY FROM ANYBODY THAT IS SICK.”

Yeosang chuckled, feeling confident that Soobin hadn’t gotten anywhere near close enough to transmit any germs. He got up, grabbing his coat to leave and wait for Yunho outside when the sound of the lock clicked and the front door was thrown open by Heuningkai followed by Taehyun who was all but dragging Beomgyu into the apartment.

“Too much to drink?” Yeosang asked with a smile.

Taehyun signed and shook his head. “We weren’t drinking at all. He said that he wasn’t feeling all that well all of a sudden so we started walking home, and he got sick twice on the way.”

“Where are Yeonjun-hyung and Soobin-hyung” Heuningkai asked taking Beomgyu from Taehyun’s arms to give him a break.

“In Soobin’s room…” Yeosang said glancing over his shoulder toward the bedrooms. “Soobin’s sick too.”

Taehyun and Heuningkai visibly cringed at the thought of two hyungs being sick.

“Think you can make it to your room, Gyu?” Heuningkai asked Beomgyu. “Taehyun and I will get you some medication. I think you’ll feel better if you get some sleep.”

Beomgyu nodded, taking a few steps toward his room before he stumbled, only staying upright thanks to Yeosang quickly reaching out to steady his shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed” Yeosang said, putting an arm around Beomgyu’s waist and guiding him to his room.

“I’m so sorry, hyung” Beomgyu slurred, wiping a tear from his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, just get some sleep” Yeosang replied, sitting Beomgyu down on his bed. Taehyun and Heuningkai followed a few moments later with medication, water, and an extra blanket. Just as the three of them got Beomgyu settled in Yeosang’s phone vibrated with a text from Yunho confirming that he had arrived.

“I have to go, I hope Soobin and Beomgyu are feeling better soon” Yeosang said as he slipped out the front door.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yeosang sat down in the passenger’s seat, his heart sinking.

“Sorry I didn’t get your text earlier” Yunho said as they started the drive back home.

“It’s okay” Yeosang said, his voice distant. Hongjoong had told him to stay home. With their comeback right around the corner they couldn’t afford anything happening. He’d never be able to forgive himself if he got sick.

Yunho seemed able to read his mind.

“You probably won’t get sick, if that’s what you’re worried about” Yunho said, glancing at Yeosang as they stopped at a red light.

“Hopefully not” Yeosang responded, unsure what else to say.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yeosang woke up the next morning feeling exhausted after getting very little sleep but otherwise perfectly fine, truly believing that he dodged a bullet.

Hongjoong was at their door by 7:15 AM to let them know that the van was ready to take them to work and both Yeosang and Yunho quickly filed out for the day.

Just as they arrived at the company Yeosang got a text from Yeonjun:

“I’m sorry again about last night. I wouldn’t have invited you over if I knew Soobin wasn’t feeling well. He’s sick, and now so are Beomgyu and Taehyun. And me.”

Yeosang quickly replied with well wishes, coming to the realization that whatever bug was taking down nearly the entirety of TXT at the moment was clearly very contagious.

He took extra precaution to keep his distance from the rest of the members, not wanting to spread anything any further, just in case.

By lunch time Yeosang’s biggest fear was coming true. He was feeling uncomfortably warm, shaky, and his stomach was beginning to bother him.

San noticed Yeosang pushing his food around his plate and quickly spoke up.

“We ordered your favorite” San said quietly to keep the conversation between just the two of them. “Hongjoong felt bad that you couldn’t go hang out with your friends so he wanted to cheer you up.”

“I’m just not very hungry” Yeosang said with a shrug, his mouth salivating uncomfortably. “Excuse me” he added suddenly, pushing himself up from where he was seated and exiting the room before breaking into an all-out run to the nearest washroom down the hall, making it just in time to be sick.

Yeosang messed up. That much was obvious. And he knew that things were about to get so much worse.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho found Yeosang a few minutes later, leaning tiredly against the wall of the stall he was in.

“Well shit” Yunho said quietly, attempting to get close enough to help Yeosang before being waved off.

“We were already in close enough contact in the car yesterday” Yeosang’s voice sounded panicked. “I don’t want you getting sick too.”

Yunho agreed and took a step back.

“I’m so screwed, Yunho” Yeosang got out before the tears started.

“Nobody needs to know where you got this from.” Yunho interjected, trying to make Yeosang feel better. “You could have gotten it anywhere.”

Yunho’s words did little to comfort Yeosang in the moment, who was feeling absolutely rubbish, both physically and mentally. He didn’t like the idea of lying to Hongjoong or the rest of the team for that matter.

“Let’s go back I guess” he muttered, getting to his feed with some difficulty. “And not a word of this to anyone else.”

Yunho’s eyes widened at that. “Sang, you’re in no condition to be practicing. You should be in bed, your white as a ghost…”

Yeosang glared at Yunho with a look that quickly quieted Yunho down before grabbing his phone from his pocket and sending a quick text to Yeonjun:

“I’m sick too.”

*~*~*~*~*~

The remainder of practice dragged on for Yeosang. What was in reality only a few minutes over three hours felt like a lifetime for Yeosang, who, frankly, was just trying to remain on his feet. He was relieved once they completed the final run through, dragging himself over to his bag and sitting down heavily, taking a few sips of water before setting his bottle aside, unsure if his stomach could tolerate any more.

Yeosang glanced down at his phone, seeing several missed messages and a missed call from Yeonjun. He’d have to deal with those later, opting instead to close his eyes for a minute while everybody finished packing their things.

Everyone was quiet until Wooyoung spoke up.

“Yeonjun texted me apologizing for getting Yeosang sick…” Wooyoung said with a laugh, not knowing what Yeonjun was on about until he glanced at Yeosang, realizing how unwell he actually looked. The smile quickly fell from his face as he put his phone down, feeling awkward for having read the message out loud.

All eyes were suddenly on Yeosang except for Yunho’s, who was acutely aware that their transgressions from the prior evening were about to come to light.

“Yeosang…” Hongjoong broke the tense silence. “What’s going on?”

Yeosang’s eyes were brimming with tears at this point.

“We should head down, our ride is probably waiting” Yunho interjected, desperately trying to redirect everybody’s attention but failing miserably.

After a few more seconds of silence Yeosang let out a sob.

“I’m so sorry” he said, his breath picking up and nearing hyperventilation. “I’m so sorry” he repeated shooing Seonghwa away when he tried to sit down next to him. “Don’t get too close, it’s contagious” he said as firmly as he could before putting his hand over his mouth. Yunho immediately grabbed the waste basket from the corner of the room and placed it in front of Yeosang, who promptly doubled over, vomiting the few sips of water he had just had to drink.

“You told me not to go…” Yeosang’s voice trailed off tiredly.

Hongjoong’s face was bright red with anger, having put the pieces together.

“Let’s have this conversation later on, okay?” Seonghwa stepped in, trying to diffuse the situation. “I think it’s best to get Yeosang to the hospital so he can start recovering as quickly as possible given the short timeframe we are working with. I’ll talk to a manager and take him. The rest of you should head home.”

Nobody was quick to move, glancing between Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Hongjoong nodded and grabbed his bag before silently heading towards the door. The rest of the members slowly followed leaving Seonghwa and Yeosang to make their way to the hospital.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yeosang was released a few hours after being admitted with strict instructions that he was to rest for at least 48 hours. He had been given some medication and fluids in the hospital but he still felt miserable.

“It’s going to be fine, Sang-ah” Seonghwa said as the car arrived to their building. “Hongjoong has had plenty of time to cool down.” Seonghwa was clearly aware of that the fallout from this whole debacle was weighing heavily on Yeosang’s mind.

Seonghwa slung both of their bags over his shoulder before helping Yeosang out of the car and guiding him inside to the elevator.

“Thanks, hyung” Yeosang muttered as Seonghwa fiddled with his key ring, finally finding the key for Yeosang and Yunho’s apartment.

“Of course” he responded. “Let’s just get you to bed” he added kindly, ruffling Yeosang’s hair as they entered.

They were both surprised that Yunho wasn’t waiting for them. Seonghwa peeked his head into Yunho’s room, thinking that he may have already gone to bed but he was nowhere to be found.

That is when Seonghwa noticed the note on the counter.

“Yeosang-I took your chauffeur to return the car. He will be going straight to bed when we get back. The three of us will have a conversation about this tomorrow. -HJ (P.S. I’m sorry you got sick and I hope you’re feeling a little better. I’ve cleared your schedule for the rest of the week so you can rest up for the comeback next week)”

Once Yeosang had cleaned up for the evening and settled into bed, Seonghwa wished him a good night and handed him the note. Yeosang sighed, resigned to his fate. This, however, would certainly be the last time he didn’t listen to Hongjoong.

[ladylilithprime]

Too Magical To Touch

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural: 

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: General to Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Knitter Sam Winchester, Coming In From The Rain, Bones Is A Sneaky Co-Conspirator

Summary: Gathering a pair of waterlogged hunters in from the rain and putting them in some of his own old clothes ends up putting some thoughts into Sam Winchester's mind. Thoughts he probably should have been expecting.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 2: Soft

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SO MUCH FOR never raining in California," James Constantine Novak muttered as he stripped out of his soaking wet suit and accepted a fluffy towel from his host.

"That's southern California," Sam Winchester said, then snorted softly when his words came out echoed by Jimmy's twin brother, John Castiel Novak. "Northern California gets all types of weather, even snow sometimes," he added, handing the other towel he had brought from the linen closet to Cas, then bent down to collect the discarded suit jackets, trousers, ties, button-downs, and socks that were starting to form a puddle on the floor. "Go have a seat on the couch while I find you something dry you can wear while I deal with these things."

"You don't have to--" Jimmy started, falling silent when Sam pinned him with a look.

"Sit," Sam repeated firmly, pointing towards the living room. "Use those towels to dry yourselves, then dry off Bones with them if she'll let you."

Bones barked an agreement, giving the twins her best "sad wet puppy" look, and Sam carefully hid a smirk at the way they both visibly melted. The twins did as directed, Cas in particular already cooing to Bones, letting Sam slip out of the hall and towards the back of the house where he kept the laundry room.

Hanging up the clothes to dry safely took up quite a bit of space with twice the number of suit pieces, but not much actual time. Finding clothes that he could lend to the brothers, however, briefly stumped Sam. The disparity in their respective heights meant that any pants he could loan them would be too long and - he checked the sizing of the suit trousers - also a bit tight around the middle. Drawstring pajama pants almost felt too intimate, but it was what he had available and the flannel was at least guaranteed to be warm. The idea of quick warmth and trapping heat in mind, Sam also snatched up a couple of his older knitted sweaters from back when he was still at Stanford and a couple of pairs of thick fuzzy socks.

Jimmy and Cas were still on the floor working Bones over with their towels, which his dear familiar was shamelessly enjoying, so he left the clothes on the couch and continued into the kitchen. Saying yet another prayer of thanks for the invention of the electric kettle, Sam set to work making three mugs of tea, extra honey going into Cas's mug while Jimmy's got a small cinnamon stick. When the water boiled, he poured it over the tea leaves in the strainer basket of his tea pot and, with a glance at the clock, put together a small plate of whole grain crackers, goat cheese, and some apple slices to nibble on since dinner time was going to be a ways off yet. Mentally revising his original dinner plans to include the twins, he put the plate and mugs on a tray, poured the now-steeped tea into the mugs, and then carried the whole thing back to the living room to join his friends.

He was not expecting the sight that greeted him to land a hard punch to his chest. Clad in his clothes that were still a bit big on them both, their hair still tousled and damp from the towel, they sat on opposite ends of the couch with a pointed space left between them for Sam to sit. Pointed because Bones was stretched out right in front of it and enjoying the way both Novaks were bent over and sideways to keep petting her even though they could have much more easily reached her if they sat directly side by side. They looked so soft and warm and approachable like this, like they belonged here in his living room, on his couch, in his clothes.

Or clothes that I made for them...

Tamping down hard on the bolt of panic that went through him when that thought registered, Sam joined them on the couch as they intended and set the tray on the coffee table, relishing in the soft little hums of pleasure from Jimmy and Cas as they sipped at the tea while Sam took a turn giving Bones her due affection. The thought that sparked his panic refused to go away, however, poking at him all during tea, the process of making dinner which ended up including both Novaks who insisted on being allowed to help prepare the ingredients even if neither of them was safe to let around a stove, and even once he had sent them off to the guest room to sleep and lay awake in his own bed with Bones curled up against his leg. Making clothes for Jimmy and Cas? Making sweaters with Jimmy and Cas specifically in mind? He hadn't made sweaters for anyone besides him and Dean ever, barely making something as intimate as socks for friends he'd known for years, and he was thinking about making sweaters for a pair of hunter brothers he had originally met because they'd heard he was a witch?

Apparently he was.

He would have to go about it carefully, though, he realized, his face heating up in the darkness as the full weight of his decision hit him. He couldn't tell them he was making the sweaters for them, not directly, because that would put a level of expectation on him that he wasn't sure he could handle. They were used to seeing him knitting randomly around the house and in the shop between customers, so it wouldn't be too difficult to slot a couple of new projects into the rotation, and even though they were bound to head out on another hunt or three long before the sweaters were finished Sam was starting to feel secure in the idea that they would be back. He might not always know when or for how long, but he could pencil their presence into his plans. They had even started letting him do their laundry when they showed up to stay for a few days so they saved money that would have gone to the laundromat, even if Jimmy was still offering token protests that Sam didn't have to "put himself out" doing things like laundry or cooking for them whenever they showed up without warning. It would be simple enough to have them see him wearing the finished sweaters a couple of times, then slot them in with their clean clothes the next laundry day.

With a solidish plan in mind and Bones snoring softly next to his knee, Sam turned over onto his side and let himself chase his own sleep. His last stray thought before drifting off was which colors of yarn would suit each twin best.

[souryoong]

good girl | myg (18+)

authors note: okay okay okay I swear not all the things that I write will be about min yoongi. he is just my man’s and this scenario popped in my head and ya know…it just happened. plus orange haired yoongi has been lingering in my head for too long. also not sure about the ending but hey.

pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x reader

genre: smut!! (18+ readers), established relationship.

word count: 2,345

summary: yoongi discovers your vibrator and uses it on you while he fucks you.

warnings: smut (written sex, porn with a plot), established relationship, tongue kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex (do not do this), slight overstimulation, thumb/finger sucking kink, handjob, orange haired yoongi lol, yoongi has a dirty mouth, lots of swearing ig, use of vibrator, aftercare mentioned in end. i think that is all.

Your boyfriend Yoongi was spending a lot of time at his studio, working on his mix tape that he wanted to release soon. You understood why he was always there, he kind of had a deadline but jeez, he worked too hard. Sometimes you’d bring him food just to make sure he ate for the day he was so dedicated.

However, with him sometimes being gone for the whole day, and sometimes night, things got lonely sometimes. You were never really a girl that used vibrators and toys, you preferred the real thing, and Yoongi always delivered, but sometimes you had to do what you had to do. Today was probably going to be one of those nights.

You were in your living room watching your favorite k drama, having just finished dinner. You looked at the time on your phone, it was around 7pm. There was a chance that Yoongi would finish at a decent time and still be able to come over to your apartment. Just as you were thinking of that, a message popped up on the screen from Yoongi, and you were overly excited to open it.

Secretly hoping that it was a message saying he was leaving and coming over: it wasn’t.

It was two photos: one of himself with a pair of headphones around his neck, his orange colored hair in disarray. And the other was a bunch of buttons with his hand in view; showing off his veins and ring clad fingers.

One of the things you loved about Yoongi was that he was always sending you pictures of how his day was going and what he was up to, not because you asked, but because he wanted to share it.

You stated at those pictures longer than you cared to admit, Yoongi always looked so good without even trying. He then texted you again, your phone buzzing, pulling you out of your trance.

Yoongi: I’ll try to finish soon and be over as soon as I can, okay baby?

You got really excited and responded back.

You: Alright I’ll be waiting, baby. See you soon.

About an hour passed, and you were in your bedroom, changed into your pajamas — one of Yoongi’s big t shirts and a pair of sweat-shorts.

For some reason your eyes wandered to your nightstand drawer, the place where you keep all of your toys at.

You thought to yourself what if Yoongi can’t make it? He wouldn’t mind if you took matters into your own hands… Yoongi was aware that you had a vibrator, but was never mad that you used it when you were alone sometimes. He knew he could get you off better than any of your toys could, and he prided himself in that.

You opened your drawer and grabbed one of your favorites — one that was shaped more like a wand and had about 12 different settings on it. However, as soon as you opened the pouch that you stored it in, you heard keys jingling at the door. You gasped, and quickly shoved it under a blanket that was on your bed.

You walked out to the kitchen to see Yoongi opening the door and coming inside. He made eye contact and smiled at you, laughing. “Sorry if I startled you, we’re you getting ready for bed?” He looked at what you were wearing.

You shook your head. “No, just wanted to be comfortable.”

“Do you want some tea?” Yoongi asked, opening his birkin bag that he was carrying, and pulling out a full bottle of jasmine iced tea. “I didn’t like it.”

You laughed and took the bottle from him. “Sure. How was it at the studio?” You propped yourself up to sit on your kitchen counter.

He stepped closer to you, setting his bag on the counter. “Good, I think it’s safe to say I’m almost done. It’s been hard work.”

You ran your fingers through his ginger hair, then draped your arms over his shoulders onto his soft hoodie that he was wearing.

He let out a sigh. “Sorry that I’ve been so busy these past few weeks. You know how I get, if I start something I won’t stop until I finish.”

Yoongi’s hands were on your bare thighs now, making you ache for him.

He leaned in to kiss you softly. “I’ll be honest, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” You asked, kissing him back, his face was still close to yours, you could smell his minty chapstick he had on.

Yoongi licked his lips, smirking. “Fuck. I never stop thinking about you.” He leaned down and kissed your neck a few times, moving one of his hands up your thigh, and giving it a squeeze.

You instinctively let out an audible whine, and you felt Yoongi smirk against your skin. “Already so worked up for me, huh?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer him, even though he knew, before he lifted his head up and started kissing your lips. Your hands were in his hair as the kiss got more intense, and you were pulling him closer to you like you couldn’t get enough of him.

He groaned against your mouth before he began to tongue kiss you, which you felt right in your core as you shifted on the counter for some friction between your legs.

Yoongi noticed you doing that and stopped kissing you for a second. “You didn’t answer me.” He spoke, his hand going into your shorts.

“God, yes Yoongi. I need you.” You breathed out, mentally preparing yourself for his touch.

He smirked at you, and licked his lips. “Tell me about it, baby.” His voice was low and full of lust, making you just about dripping, and at this point you were screaming in your head for him to touch you.

He finally snaked his hand through the waistband of your shorts, and pressed his middle and ring finger against your sensitive clit, and your body was startled at the sudden contact. He gave you a few seconds before he started to rub your clit in slow motions.

“Yoongi.” You whined, frustrated at him teasing you. You buried your face in his neck as you could see a smirk on his face as you were already losing it.

“Mhm that’s my name.” He teased you, rubbing your clit faster, making an audible wet sound. “You’re so wet, gonna cum from just me rubbing you?”

“Agh….” was all that you could muster up to say as your thighs started to shake embarrassingly. You so badly wanted to prove him wrong, but your words said one thing and your body said another. You were clutching onto him and practically falling apart already.

“Hmm that’s interesting.” Yoongi spoke, in a tone like he was pretending to think. “Not when I do this?”

The same two fingers that were teasing you were now inside of you, giving you some relief from all of the teasing that Yoongi has put you through, and you let out a moan when you felt his fingers curling up to your g-spot.

You felt like you were gushing at this point, and Yoongi went one step further and started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. You felt like your legs were going numb and you cried out his name, tears forming in your eyes as you were about to cum.

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” Yoongi breathed into your ear, his words instantly making you lose it.

“Fuck.” You whined as your walls clenched around his fingers, and your legs shook. one of Yoongi’s hands made its way around your waist to hold you up.

“Fuck.” Yoongi spoke, his fingers still slowly fucking in and out of you. “Love it when you clench my fingers like that.”

You moaned when his fingers finally left you, even after the slight overstimulation after he kept going after your orgasm. You leaned back, holding yourself up with your palms, watching as he licked your cum off of his fingers, locking eye contact with you the entire time.

He suddenly leaned close and tongue kissed you, taking control and forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself. Then he pulled away, his face still close to yours. “Fuck. I’m dying to be inside of you.” He spoke lowly. “Can we go to your bedroom?”

You nodded almost casually, but on the inside you thought you were going to fall to your knees. Yoongi assisted you off of the counter and watched you walk in front of him the short walk to your bedroom.

When you walked into your bedroom, Yoongi shut the door, and you got started in getting undressed. Yoongi followed suit and pulled his hoodie over his head and taking off of his jeans to leave him in his underwear.

He stood in front of you and you sat on your bed. Reaching out to grab his bulge, rubbing it through his underwear, you noticed a tiny bit of precum leaking and wet through his underwear.

Yoongi let out a moan from your touch. “God I’m so fucking hard.”

You bit your lip and lowered the front of his underwear, revealing his thick length. Yoongi was watching you as you spit on your hand and used that as makeshift lubricant to jack him off.

“Fuck.” Yoongi moaned, leaning his head back. “You are so hot.” He rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb as you looked up at him, then took his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it.

“Fuck. Come here.” Yoongi groaned, grabbing your face and leaning down to tongue kiss you. He used so much force that you let go of his cock and almost fell back on the bed.

His hands were roaming your body as you leaned back onto your bed, opening your legs for him.

“God I’m going to fucking—“ His eyes were on your soaking cunt until something else caught his eye—your neon pink colored vibrator on your bed that was now exposed.

He let out a low chuckle. “Was I uh…interrupting something when I came in?” You shook your head, not quite sure how to react to this situation.

Yoongi’s hands were behind your knees now, holding your legs in place where they were. “Going to fuck yourself with that little toy of yours pretending it’s my cock?” He was rambling, but you could tell the thought of you playing with yourself like that turned him on.

Before you could say anything, he grabbed it. You were confused as to what was going on until you heard him turn it on and felt it against your clit, making you gasp. Yoongi smirked at your reaction, then started moving it, dipping between your folds.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” You whined. “Please don’t tease me.”

Yoongi didn’t say anything, instead looked at you and changed the vibrator to a different setting. One of your hands gripped your bed sheets as you silently told yourself not to cum again until he fucked you.

You felt Yoongi start rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance, and you moaned, moving your hips to try to get more friction.

“God you are so fucking wet.” Yoongi swore before pushing his length into you, moaning when he was inside of you.

“So good.” You moaned, practically grabbing onto him.

“Yeah?” Yoongi breathed out, starting to thrust into you harder, still holding the vibrator against your clit.

“Mhm.” You moaned, one of your hands grabbing your sheets again. You were already embarrassingly close to an orgasm from all of the stimulation.

You watched as Yoongi’s ginger colored hair was in his face as he watched his cock disappear inside of you. Catching you off guard, he changed the vibrator to a different setting, making your core clench around his cock.

“Fuck. Clenching around my cock.” Yoongi swore. “That’s hot.”

You moaned something that wasn’t even words as he was still pounding into you. Sometimes his stamina amazed even you. He looked like he could do rounds right now and you on the other hand looked like you were falling apart.

“Fuck. Yoongi.” You suddenly moaned, finding the words. “I’m so close.” You tried to prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Yeah?” Yoongi changed his pace so he wasn’t fucking you as hard, but he was going deeper. “Me too.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and your jaw dropped open. “Fuck you’re so deep.” He was hitting a spot inside of you that made you come undone underneath him.

Your legs were shaking and your core tightened around him as he didn’t stop fucking you through your orgasm. You grabbed onto his hand that was still holding the vibrator against you.

He finally turned it off and threw it somewhere within the blankets on your bed. His thrusts were getting sloppy and you could tell he was going to cum soon.

Yoongi’s thumb was suddenly on your sensitive clit, making you wince at the overstimulation.

One of his hands was gripping your thigh as he moaned “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” With every thrust he made into you, then you felt his cum spilling inside of you without warning.

“Fuck. Yoongi.” You moaned at the feeling.

You sat up a little bit after he pulled out of you, feeling some cum drip out of you.

You made a disappointing noise and you felt Yoongi wipe it away from you with his shirt of yours that you had on.

“Sorry about the sheets and…shirt.” He laughed slightly. “I’ll do a wash for you.”

He put his underwear back on and stood in front of you, kind of wondering why you weren’t getting dressed.

“Do you want to have a bath with me?” You sweetly asked him.

He nodded, brushing your hair away from your face. “Of course. Is there anything i can do?”

“Can you get some wine?” You asked.

“Of course.” He gave you a quick kiss.

[mari-writes]

Bokuto is exhausted by the time he arrives at Akaashi’s house. 

He bends over, bracing his upper body on his thighs, and tries catching his breath. Puffs of vapor escape from his mouth, and he already feels the sweat on his skin turning icy in the late February chill.

But he’s smiling—so much so that his face is hurting from more than just the cold air. He clutches the piece of paper he’s holding tighter as he finally straightens and treks the rest of the way up the front stoop.

He rings the doorbell. Waits. Anticipation builds as he hears soft footsteps approach. The front lock clicks and the door swings open.

“Bokuto-san?” Akaashi's looks surprised. “What are you doing h—?”

“I have something to show you!” Bokuto grins. “And no, I can’t wait until Monday morning! Please, ‘kaashi, can I come in?”

Akaashi’s browse raise. But his shoulders immediately lose their tension and he sighs, stepping back to let Bokuto in.

“Pardon the intrusion!”

“It’s okay, Bokuto-san, my parents are across town visiting family. So, um … it’s just us.” Bokuto doesn’t miss the furtive glance his boyfriend gives him, and for a moment, Bokuto forgets why he’s there.

Akaashi looks extra pretty today. He’s wearing a knit sweater and rumpled pajama bottoms, and his hair is tousled in the cutest way. Sleep still lingers in his eyes. Everything about him looks so soft…

Bokuto shakes himself out of it. Now is not the time to be distracted. He has important news to break!

“Did you run here?” Akaashi frowns as his eyes rove over Bokuto’s form. “You’re shivering. You don’t even have a jacket on! Do you really want to be sick for your last month at Fukurodani?”

Bokuto’s grin turns sheepish. “Oh, um, sorry. I forgot! I was just so excited! Akaashi, please, just look at this letter!” He shoves the sheet of paper into his boyfriend’s face.

Akaashi leans down to read the page. He’s squinting badly at the words, and Bokuto reminds himself to ask Akaashi later if he’d finally called the optometrist. 

“Is this a…” Akaashi grabs the paper, bringing it closer. His eyes scan it from top to bottom for a second time. “Bokuto, oh my god! Y-you got in!”

“Yeah!” Bokuto is practicing vibrating in place. “And it’s my first choice school, too! I did it ‘kaashi!”

Akaashi’s expression warms as he meet Bokuto’s gaze once again. “Of course you did. I always knew you could.”

Bokuto shrugs. “I mean, I was never that sure of my chances. Not like you were.” Akaashi’s cheeks redden a bit as Bokuto continues: “You always had so much faith in me! All those times you helped me study, being my vice captain, hanging out with me when no one else would. I, um, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

For a moment it’s silent. And then, a delighted laugh tumbles out of Akaashi as he launches forward, throwing his arms around Bokuto’s neck.

Bokuto nearly pitches backward from the force before finding his footing and wrapping his own arms around Akaashi’s waist.

“I am so proud of you,” Akaashi breaths, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “You’re amazing.”

Bokuto puffs out his chest slightly. “Yeah! I am, aren’t I?” He grins, and leans down to capture his boyfriend’s lips.

However, it’s not long before Akaashi is pushing back with a frown on his face. “Wait, have you not even told your mom, or sisters yet?”

Bokuto chuckles, blushing slightly. “Um, no. I was just too excited, so I had to run here immediately.”

Sighing, Akaashi shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

They make their way to the living room, cuddling up on the couch with cups of tea. The weather outside has worsened, dark clouds now streaking over the city, and Akaashi suggests that Bokuto stay until it clears up. Of course Bokuto agrees. They’ve only been dating for a month, and Bokuto doesn’t have long until graduation, so any time they can spend together is precious.

They’re halfway through an episode of an anime when Bokuto remembers something else.

“Oh!” He gasps, turning to his boyfriend in a thrill. “Did I tell you that Kuroo got into the school too?”

Akaashi’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “Yes. Kenma told me last week. Hang on, so that means…”

“The pact is in effect!” Bokuto exclaims, punching his fist towards the ceiling. “We promised we’d room together if we ended up at the same school! The prophecy has been fulfilled!” 

“Oh my god,” Akaashi says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You guys are going to get into so many shenanigans.”

“Yeah! Wait, what’s ‘shenanigans’ again, ‘kaashi?”

“Mischief. Misbehavior. General mayhem.”

“Aww, c’mon! We won’t be that bad. I promise we won’t set a fire or anything like that, okay?”

“That is NOT encouraging.”

//

And then bokuaka make out for three hours until Akaashi’s parents come home and they have to scramble apart awkwardly 😆 THE END

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed. And thanks Furudate for telling us about college graduate Bokuto Koutarou 🥰

[mostlybarnes]

It’s My Party, You’re Not Invited (Part Two)

Summary: The morning after Bucky threw a party, you confront him but it doesn’t go according to plan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: more angst, arguing, Bucky is an asshole, language, not proof read, mistakes are my own!

Words: 1,567

Author’s Notes: Wow. I absolutely can not believe the support on part one! I’m so happy you guys liked it, and of course I’m always happy to give people what they want and since so many of you asked for part two, here it is! Really hope you won’t be disappointed, please let me know what you think. And don’t worry, there WILL be a part three. This isn’t the end!!

As you had predicted, you got no sleep. Your night consisted of you tossing and turning and occasionally groaning loudly into your pillow.

Your pillow was your closest friend, it captured your falling tears, and provided you with comfort when you couldn’t rest. The morning sun was pouring through your parted drapes, a new day was beginning and you knew you definitely wouldn’t be getting any sleep now.

Lazily, you threw the blankets off of you and sat on the edge of your bed, your palms on either side of you, digging into the mattress. Bucky not inviting you to his party shouldn’t have bothered you, but for some reason, it did. It was the reason you got no sleep, and you were annoyed by how Nat and your friends treated you last night. They were laughing and you couldn’t help but feel like they were laughing at you, even if they weren’t. Today would be the day you would confront Bucky, no matter what. But first, you needed a hot shower to try and wash away the tension that was rolling off your shoulders.

The shower itself would have taken a good ten minutes on a good day, but you spent almost an hour on the shower floor with your knees tucked under your chin and fresh tears disappearing under the shower head. Pathetic, you told yourself. Crying over something that wasn’t even your fault. How dare he treat you this way and make you feel broken. Speak of the devil, through the sounds of your cries and the water cascading down around you, your thoughts snapped back to reality when you heard his laugh from the hallway again.

Enough was enough with his games, you needed to know why you didn’t get an invite, it was just a simple little question.

Standing up off the shower floor with shaky legs, you turned off the shower and stepped out to grab the towel off the rail and pat yourself dry. In your haste to get dressed, your clothes were mismatched and your sweater was turned inside out. You didn’t care about that though, you needed to speak with Bucky. You needed answers.

You left your room and followed the sounds of the chatter coming from the common room. Your feet quickly carried you there, stopping in the doorway and noticing the room was completely trashed from last night’s shenanigans.

Broken glass was scattered over the marble floors, there were literally hundreds of solo cups all over the tables, there was even a broken window.

What the hell happened here? You wondered, stepping into the room, being careful not to tread on glass.

“Watch your feet!” Bucky warned, holding his hands up to halt your footsteps. “There’s glass everywhere.”

“No shit.” You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest and rolling your eyes. You heard him click his tongue as he worked on sweeping up the glass. “I heard you had a party?”

“Uh yeah, just some close friends and stuff.” He shrugged, and ouch if that didn’t fucking hurt.

“Really? I didn’t know you were– were close friends with people from…. statistics?” Anger was rushing through your veins, his nonchalant attitude wasn’t making this any easier and neither was the lack of sleep. You wondered what had happened to the sweet guy you knew. The shy Bucky who couldn’t even make himself a sandwich because he was afraid of being mocked by the other avengers. Or the Bucky that loved to sip herbal tea at 3 in the morning. Where did that Bucky go? Who is this Bucky? It was like a switch flipped and he changed overnight.

“What is this about, Y/N? You walk in here with some kind of an attitude problem and I’m tired, it’s early and I’m not in the mood.” He snapped and that was it for you. If he was tired, you were something else.

You stepped into the room regardless of the broken glass still all over the floor, not caring if any shards cut your feet as you stand toe to toe with Bucky. You shove him, but not surprised when he doesn’t budge.

“Where was my invite? What did I do to you to make you forget about me? It shouldn’t even be a big deal but–”

“Then stop making it a big deal! Is that what this is really about huh? It was my party and I invited the people I wanted to be there!”

“Wha– but you invited everyone but me!” You cried, your voice breaking at the end.

“Then maybe that tells you something.” He offers no sympathy to your state of distress. At least not to your face, it’s when you turn your back and he hears you cry harder does his own heart break. He didn’t mean for this to happen and the Black Widow’s footsteps behind him is about to remind him of his mistakes.

“You’ve really messed this up Barnes. I’m not sure Y/N will ever forgive you.” Bucky turns to look at Nat. Guilt and anger written all over his face.

“You don’t think I know that?! I did it to protect Y/N!”

“Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

“I don’t know.”

////

The day away from the compound was exactly what you needed. The air was refreshing and cold, biting against your skin. It helped to clear your thoughts that were running in circles since you talked to Bucky. You still didn’t have a clear answer as to why he chose not to invite you, and that bothered you more than anything, but what he did say replayed in your mind. You suppose he had a point, it was his party and up to him who he chose to invite but it confused you because you thought you were on good terms with Bucky. Did you get it wrong? Where did it all go wrong?

Your fingers wrapped around the mug as you sat in the corner of the quiet coffee shop with a friend as they watched you watch the world go by.

“Okay, what’s going on?” They asked, blowing into the hot liquid before taking a quick sip.

A deep sigh fell from between your lips. Your body and mind felt exhausted, it was hard to concentrate.

“I don’t even know. I feel like I’m overreacting.” You shrugged, licking your lips and looking into your coffee as if seeking the answers to your unanswered questions.

“Overreacting? Did something happen on the mission you just got back from?”

“No, no. Something that happened after that. You know Bucky, right?”

“Bucky Barnes?” They asked with a raised eyebrow. You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. “What about him?”

“I just– I– would you be honest with me and tell me if I’m overreacting?” You bit your lip nervously and your friend nodded.

“Of course! Tell me everything.”

True to their word, your friend sat and listened to every single word without interruptions or sassy remarks. They didn’t stop to ask you questions, and they didn’t make you feel pathetic like you felt. Talking about it out loud made you feel stupid, maybe it was stupid to get angry over something so small. That maybe deep down Bucky had a good reason not to invite you. Maybe you just weren’t close to him after all.

“I’m so stupid, aren’t I?” You shrugged, the wooden table becoming more of an interest.

“You’re not stupid. He’s stupid but I think he likes you.” Your head snapped up and so did your eyebrows.

“You’re insane! Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“Of course I did!” They defended with a smirk, “and here’s what we’re gonna try.”

///

Your friend’s idea was so stupid and this dress was far too tight for your liking. You felt like your your body was spilling out at the seams, a complete opposite to what you were used to wearing: comfortable clothing or pajamas.

Walking in heels was another problem for you. Any second now, you were sure you were gonna have to call Dr Cho because you had somehow broken your neck. However, after a few laps around your room, you felt confident enough to walk a few blocks in them. Grabbing a purse and a jacket from your closet, you staggered out of your room and into Bucky’s chest.

“Whoa there, you alright?” He asked, pushing you away from him. He eyed you up and down, making you feel naked under his gaze.

“Why wouldn’t I be? And what are you doing here? Outside my door?” You folded your arms across your chest, big mistake as it pushed your cleavage together and with the height difference, Bucky had a pretty good view. He was a gentleman though and kept (or tried) to keep his eyes glued to your face.

“I came to apologize. Where are you going dressed like that?”

“It’s a bit late for an apology. I got your message loud and clear from this morning.” You scoffed. “And I’m going out with my real friends, not that it’s any of your damn business.”

“A party?” He wondered, his jaw clenching at the thought of you dancing with other people that weren’t him.

“Yes, and you’re not invited.” You smirked, turning on your heels and walking towards the waiting elevator, ignoring his calls of your name.

Bucky watched as the metal doors closed, his hands tugged his hair so hard he was afraid he would rip it out. He’s fucked up, Natasha was right. There was no way of fixing this.

“Fuck!” He yelled, kicking a hole in the wall next to your door.

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[iambilliejeanok]

♥️Feel better♥️

Itachi Uchiha takes care of his sick s/o who unfortunately caught a really bad cold during their mission together. Fortunately for her though, Itachi is there to take care of his baby until they get back home and Kisame is more than happy to attend to his close partners need too. (*proceeds to cry in loneliness *)

Warnings: 18+ shit man I had to come back up here and change the entire fluff message because I got horny and now it’s no longer just fluff. I tried my best sorry. There is still a toooon of fluffy lovey dovey content, Kissing, nsfw and dirty smut and slight ddlg That’s all🙂

@sleeepy-zeepy here’s one for us and our undying love for Kisame and @mangekyoitachi there’s enough Itachi for all of us to bus a nut for☺️☺️

Rain poured outside of the hotel you slept in. The hard pitter pattering on the window made you feel very uncomfortable, which was unusual because the rain usually eases your nerves, helping you fall asleep faster. Tonight however, you wouldn’t stop squirming in bed, your body feeling a little cold as you snuggled further into your lover. “Go to sleep baby”, Itachi sleepily mumbled, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him. Itachi already turned the heat up in your little hotel room and he made sure to get extra blankets for you tonight, but you still shivered beside him. He lazily pulled your shirt off, your pants coming off too as you tossed under the covers, making the job a little more trickier for him. Smiling, he placed a little peck on your cheek, whispering in your ear to ease you,

“Hey y/n, just lay still, I’ll take care of the rest”, he said, attempting to pull your pant off of your clammy skin.

“Noooo!”, you whined, kicking and shoving him away with your eyes closed, the intense tingly sensation flowing through your body making you feel very agitated.

“We have to get these off of you”, he said, almost forcefully holding you still so he could get this over and done with. Itachi just knew you were coming down with a fever the moment you stepped into the hotel. The pouring rain outside having drenched you, himself as well as Kisame, but they felt fine and you were a little uncomfortable.

After washing you down in a nice hot shower he finally managed to get you in bed, and now he had to take your pajama’s off so you didn’t heat up in the night. He also thought that having your skin pressed against his would help with your shivering and constant tossing.

When he held you tight, that seemed to do the trick, the heat of his body on yours feeling amazing and the skin on skin contact fired up your blood so it traveled through your body in waves of heat. Breathing out into his chest, you had first felt the warmth spreading across both of your feet, the pleasurable heat traveling upwards until you body lay still and you began to drift in and out of a much needed sleep. Eventually you’d fallen asleep, staying tucked right under Itachi’s hold until the bright morning sun shone through the misted window, the heat from the room plus the cold outside having steamed up the window well enough that the sun didn’t feel so harsh penetrating the room you two were cuddled up in.

“Is sleepy head finally awake?”, you heard the soothing deep voice above you ask. With a quick whine you buried your face into his neck, finding a better position while trying to get the covers on top of you, whining a little louder when you failed. Chuckling, Itachi helped cover you up, the vibrations of his chest soothing you back into a deep sleep while his arms wrapped around you under the covers. “There you go”, he whispered, deeply inhaling the natural scent of your skin before slightly dozing off again. You were just so exhausted, the extra sleep you snuck in confirming Itachi’s thoughts that you were definitely getting sick. He didn’t mind sleeping in with you this morning, knowing that some cozy cuddles would help get you through this much quicker and easier. He had already told Kisame that they probably wouldn’t be leaving their room today, seeing that you were a little grumpy when they walked in the hotel last night.

Kisame had woken up in the early hours of the morning, when you and Itachi were still fast asleep, getting a good workout in before he took a shower and sat in his bed to read a book, assuming that there would be a knock on his door if ever you two were ready to go back out.

Itachi couldn’t bring himself to sleep anymore, straining his neck to look over at the time. It read 12:45pm. When was the last time he slept in until noon? Carefully, he unwrapped your warm and sticky self off of him, gently brining the covers back over you before he sat up on the bed, the feel of soft cotton on his bare feet very refreshing as he stretched and yawned. A shower and probably ordering some breakfast would wake you up. Maybe you’d have to skip a shower this morning and just have breakfast.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, the bright sun almost blinding you before you quickly covered yourself with the blanket. A big yawn followed by a stretch helped you wake up a little, the bed very warm and so was the room, your foot sticking out the side of the covers to test the temperature. Your throat hurt so much that even yawning was uncomfortable and you just knew that you were sick. The thought of the ongoing mission you’d have to take on today made you whine, the aches in your body bringing tears to your eyes. You could not possibly continue with your mission in this wet and cold weather. The yucky feeling washing over you enough to make you feel nauseas.

Your body automatically jumped out of the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom just in time for you to heave all the contents of your stomach out, which was mostly green tea and rice from the night before.

You couldn’t hear the door open and then shut as you still heaved over the toilet, fighting for a breath of air as your body continued to heave air over the toilet. A slightly cold hand ran down your back, another one flat against your forehead as your body finally allowed you to breathe again. “Not feeling too good today love?”, Itachi stated, wiping the wetness on your mouth with some tissues before flushing everything away. “Come here”, he said, easily scooping you in his arms to carry you to bed. “You’re very warm baby”, he said, your half naked body heating his clothed one up as he held you against him. Snuggling into his shirt, you appreciated the coolness his clothes brought against your skin from being outside the warm room.

A knock sounded at the door, Itachi quickly placing you under the covers to go and answer it. It was probably Kisame. His very close and trusted partner. “Kisame”, Itachi greeted, leaving the door open for him to enter while Itachi walked away to turn down the heat. “It’s way too hot in here Itachi”, the shark man groaned, closing the door behind him. “So she’s sick?” he asked, seeing you tossing a little under the heavy blankets. “Very”, Itachi replied, “I don’t think we should head out until she’s better. It’s just not going to work out until she’s in her right mind again”.

“I figured”, shark man replied, walking over to stand beside your bed. “Hey”, he awkwardly greeted. Noticing the bare skin of your shoulders be thought it be best he left now. At least until you were dressed. As he turned around to leave your warm hand caught his colder one, the coolness never fading away as your clammy hand remained in his large cold one. “Kisame, hey”, you whispered, your breasts now fully exposed from reaching out for his hand. Kisame felt his cheeks warm up at the lovely sight, quickly turning his head away in respect of yours and Itachi’s privacy.

“Uhm…y/n”, Kisame cleared his throat, looking over at Itachi for help, but his friend was too busy working on breakfast in the kitchen. “What’s wrong Kisa?”, came your raspy voice. “Well, your…uhm, your breasts”, Kisame answered, trying to look at everything but the voluptuous mounds on your chest, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand while the index and middle finger of his other hand were held by your loose and warm grip. “Oh sorry”, you said, letting go of his hand to snuggle further under the blankets. With a friendly huff he took a step back, turning around to walk toward the kitchen and talk to his friend, breathing in deep to ease the nerves you just spiked up.

“Kisame!”, your voice cracking at the end, a little cough escaping at your attempt to raise your voice. Shark man immediately turned on his heels, looking over at you in surprise. He was well aware of how needy and clingy you were, that was your natural personality and he kind of liked that about you. Sometimes your hugs and cheek kisses made him feel a little bit better, having you around was wholesome. He was glad you were with Itachi. The two of you were friends he never thought he’d be able to have. People that he was worried he could actually trust.

“Yes y/n…you okay?”, he asked, fully turning to face you, drowning in the comfort of your bed. Sharp white teeth peaked through his mouth when he saw your hand come out the blankets in search for his. Taking a few steps closer, he finally held your warm hand, his large one completely engulfing your own. The coolness you felt radiate from him was kind of nice and he could say the same about the warmth from your hand.

“You’re very warm y/n”, he said, running his thumb over your wrist, you wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing, smiling up at him when you responded, “Its freezing out there”. A light chuckle left his lips, “Y/n it’s ninety degrees in here , you can’t possibly still be co-”, he began to say, but his words were cut off when you casually sat up in the bed, stretching with your arm out wide before dropping it to the covers. He stood frozen in place, your hand still holding on to his. “Itachi!”, Kisame called, very loud, unable to handle the sight of your bare chest before him, your nipples a little perky from the slight change in temperature between the covers and the air around you.

“Kisame?”, Itachi responded, leaning against the door frame, “What?”, he asked, completely unphased by his half naked girlfriend holding onto his most trusted friend’s hand. Kisame looked a little confused, cocking his head in your direction while maintaining eye contact with him. A bead of sweat fell down the side of his forehead and it was not because the room was warm. “Can you get her a fucking shirt?” , Kisame finally spat out, unable to control the growing erection in his pants. “Sure”, was all Itachi said, grabbing one of his shirts from a bag pack and tossing it over at Kisame. “I have to make sure the soup doesn’t burn”, he said, hurrying to the kitchen, Kisames eyes widening in disbelief as he watched his friend disappear into the other room.

Swallowing he looked over at you and you looked right back at him, letting go of his hand to put both your arms up, your actions further exposing the shape and swell of your breasts. “What?”, Kisame asked, having long given up on not staring at your breasts, your dark and pretty brown areolae sweetly surrounding your brown nipples. Maybe they taste just as good as they loo- “Kisa?”, you called, distracting him from his heated thoughts as his eyes shot right back to yours. “Oh sorry uh, what’s up?”, he stuttered, fighting for his life trying not to stare again. “I’m ready for the shirt”, you said, lifting your arms up again. “Oh…o-okay”, he said a little confused. “Here”, he handed the shirt to you. “Please put it on for me?”, you sweetly asked, looking right into his eyes. How could he possibly say no to you. There was something so gentle about you that made him feel like he was crazy for not thinking of putting it on for you himself and for just a young second he almost understood the relationship between you and Itachi. Why you were so affectionate towards one another. It felt nice to be needed, even if it was in the smallest ways, like putting your shirt on for you.

“There”, he said, standing back so you could pull it down and fix it to your liking. “Thank you”, you yawned, lifting your arms up and making grabby hands. His eyebrows furrowed again, what’s this supposed to mean? “Pick her up”, Itachi said, bringing the breakfast into the room and placing it on the little wooden table not too far from the window. Kisame spun on his feet to look over at Itachi. This was weird. How was Itachi okay with any of this? This was his significant other. His lover. Partner. Literally his world and he was just letting him join it? “Uh, Itachi?”, he asked, now very confused. “I just saw your woman naked and now you want me to pick her up?”, he bluntly stated, unable to hold back the confusion any longer. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that”. Itachi sighed out loud enough, walking towards his friend. “Kisame, I thought we were partners?” Itachi asked.

“Yes we are”, shark man responded.

“And so is Y/N?”, Itachi asked again.

“Yes of course”.

“Then I want you to love and take care of her like you do for me. We’re all partners here and we should all take care of each other and trust one another. It also makes me quite happy that Y/N trusts you enough to ask for your care. That’s not something she takes lightly with just anyone….she’s sick and she needs both of us for a speedy recovery”,Itachi said, turning on his heels and walking away to go get another tray of food.

“Like she’s my girlfriend too?”, Kisame asked, a short huff leaving his mouth, finding the situation so ridiculous that he couldn’t help but be amused, but Itachi’s next words completely threw him off guard.

“Yes. You’re more than welcome to have her as your lover. She has more than enough love to give the both of us”.

“Wha-”

“Kisaaa, pick me up”, you whined, running out of patience as you waited for the two men to finish conversing.

“Go ahead, and come eat breakfast. She’s also really soft…unless you do-”, Itachi said but was cut off by the loud squeal that came of your mouth.

Kisame quickly placed both his large hands under your armpits and lifted you off the bed, your legs immediately wrapping around his bulky waist and your arms wrapping around his neck, a small satisfied smile on your lips as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

Itachi was totally right. You were extremely soft. Your breasts squishing against the muscular expanse of his chest, the warmth radiating from your body covering him like a blanket. The thighs that wrapped tightly around him and the way you snuggled into him made him feel tingly inside. Warm. You actually wanted him?

Obviously this wasn’t the first time Kisame had been with another woman, but it was surely the first time he’d experience affection on this level. The way you hugged him and clung to him like you’d normally do to Itachi made him feel needed, automatically making him wrap his arms around you and hold you closer to him, inhaling the natural scent of your skin.

“She needs to eat”, Itachi said from across the room, sitting down on the cushion closest to the wall. Kisame felt so relaxed as you held onto him, finally understanding why you and Itachi babied one another so much. He felt like he was melting, enjoying this so much that Itachi’s voice nearly startled him.

“Here eat”, Itachi said, bringing up the renge with hot soup to his mouth to blow before bringing it to your mouth. “Baby”, Itachi nudged you, smiling because you were falling asleep as you snuggled into his arm. “Huh?”, you said, your eyes barely open, trying to get yourself together and failing because of how awful you felt. “Come here”, Itachi mused, pulling you to sit in the little space between his legs so he could feed you better.

Kisame smiled at the two of you, his heart warming at the love Itachi was showing you, wondering if he could ever give that or receive that with you while he ate his food too.

After breakfast Itachi cleaned up, giving Kisame a chance to take care of you too. This was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bond better…on a more emotional sense.

Kisame scooped you up from Itachi’s arms and placed you back in bed, your throat feeling much better from the soup you ate. You probably wouldn’t stay sick for more than two days with how well Itachi took care of you.

As Kisame was about to turn away after tucking you in, he felt your fingers close on his index and middle finger again, making him turn around to look at you. “Stay”, you sleepily said, weakly pulling him closer to you. As much as Kisame like the idea of cuddling with you, it was definitely going to take some time for him to get used to this.

Pulling the covers down, he crawled in to lay beside you, surprised at how quickly you managed to wrap yourself around him, almost laying on him like he was the damn bed. The minute you got comfortable you passed out, your steady breaths on his neck telling him that. With a sigh he pulled the blankets over you, relaxing into the soft mattress as his hands gently ran over your back.

This was nice he thought, his hand accidentally grazing your ass while he caressed you. He didn’t mean to, it’s just that because he was such a giant, you were quite small to him and your waist sat a little further above his waist, making it quite easy for him accidentally bump into your ass when he forgot that you weren’t covering his entire abdomen. Great. There goes the erection again.

He tried to calm himself down, opting to simply wrap one hand around you and place the other under his head, slowly dozing off, lulled by your slumber.

Kisame woke up with a light jolt, totally having let his guard down and succumbed to a slumber he didn’t even remember he enjoyed as much as this. How long was he asleep for? He could smell your scent all over him, realizing that his head was wrapped by your arm , your hand running through his hair while the other lightly scratched his back. If you were trying to kill him he would’ve of considered himself dead a very long time ago because your touch just made him so weak. That’s probably why he slept for so long. “I think he’s awake”, he heard you say, lifting his head up to look at you, his cheeks heating up at the realization that his face was buried right between your breasts. “Oh I’m sorry”, he said, quickly jerking back. “It’s okay”, you chuckled, “Someone was a little more tired than I was”, you chuckled again, your usual character coming back a little. That soup and some rest must of done the trick he thought to himself. “Kisame, glad you could catch up on rest”, Itachi said, right behind you, his hand reaching under the shirt he let you wear and slowly traveling up. He did that so casually, shuffling closer to you and pushing his knee between your thigh, the long and sweet kisses he placed on your neck making Kisame feel rather uncomfortable. Why was Itachi doing this right in front of him.

A feint sigh left your lips at the small roll of Itachi hips against your ass, his hand obviously cupping your breast under the shirt you wore, a tug of your nipple making you softly moan. Itachi continued to kiss your neck, softly sucking as he went along, getting closer and closer to your lips.

Kisame wanted to leave. He would’ve left long time ago if it hadn’t been for the way you held eye contact with him while Itachi fondled you, your hand lightly running along his beefy arm, while the other now intertwined with Itachi’s, gently gripping his arm when Itachi pinched your nipple harder.

Kisame was already rock hard, his erection forming an obvious tent in his pants. What the hell were you doing to him? Fuck y/n.

As Kisame contemplated his next move, Itachi’s hand slipped out from your shirt and reached out for Kisame’s. The shark man swallowed, a little nervous of where this was going. He had to admit to himself that the two of you made him feel very shy. You were just so beautiful, so soft and you smelled so good. He’d never been with a woman this intimately and the fact that his friend was inviting him into the world he was living in made him blush.

“You’re more than welcome to back out at any point”, Itachi said, breaking his mouth away from your skin to speak, leading his hand to your lower tummy. “Do you want to see her breasts?”, Itachi asked, Kisame almost choking on his spit, upset with himself for being so awkward. He’s made a mess of plenty of woman in his lifetime, quite easily, bringing them to a whiny ball of tears each time. He was natural at pleasing women, he actually craved for it sometimes. He craved to feel nails clawing his back and the clear liquid coating his face. He craved the way it smelled and the way it tasted, the sounds they made. He desired all of it but here and now he was worried that he wouldn’t be enough for you. What if he couldn’t please you how you wanted? Even if he asked…you were so gentle in everything you did and he was worried he would be too rough for you. Maybe a little aggressive. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off.

“Kisame it’s okay. Princess, be a good girl and get on your knees so our friend can help you out of your shirt”, Itachi spoke, noticing the hesitance in his friends eyes.

“Yes daddy”, you replied, already in sub space, getting to your knees with both men helping you, also now on their knees. Itachi behind you and Kisame in front of you.

Daddy? Kisame wondered, his dick twitching at how you easily obeyed your lover, the word coming out of your mouth in such a seductive manner, never breaking eye contact with Kisame.

Lifting up your hands, Kisame lifted up your shirt too, gulping at the wonderful sight of your breasts once again, before looking back up at your beautiful face. Itachi’s hands traced down your sides, gently cupping each mound and squeezing them, making Kisame swallow some more.

“My Princess is quite sensitive”, Itachi spoke, lightly pinching your nipple, Kisame witnessing the way your lips parted and your back arched a little, Itachi pulling you a little closer to him, he’s knees on either side of you as he dove in to kiss your neck, pulling out more soft whines and whimpers, Kisame nearly panting at how your body reacted, squirming in Itachi’s hold as he sucked and bit at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks behind. The sounds you made would even bring a man like him to his knees, your back arching and your hands clawing at Itachi’s hands as he got rougher, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to whine out in frustration, your hips grinding the air for relief, your eyes barely managing to stay opened as you kept contact with Kisame.

“Would you like to try?”, Itachi asked, looking at Kisame with a hopeful look, watching him desperately nod.

Itachi smiled, “ Princess”, he called, “Yes daddy?”, you answered,

“Do you want Kisame to touch you too?”.

“Yes daddy”, you moaned, enjoying the way he still pinch and pulled at your sensitive nips.

A loud smack sounded, followed by a sharp gasp, Itachi having slapped your breast quite hard. “Whatever happened to your manners sweetie?”, he asked, lightly smacking the same breast again, Kisame deeply appreciating the way it bounced at the impact. Your hips jerked forward in hot want.

“I’m sorry daddy”, you apologized, your voice a little whiny. Such a good girl, Kisame thought, his heart beating like drum at how easily Itachi handled you, excited with how well you reacted. Was he allowed to spank you too? Was he allowed to punish you? To deny you? Make you beg and cry? No. It was all too soon he thought. He would definitely scare you away. Little does he know…

“Try that again”, Itachi spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

“Kisaaa”, you called, the way you said his name convincing enough, that it already sounded like you were begging. “Please will you touch me too”, you asked, and that was enough for him.

A soft sigh left your lips when his cool hands made contact with your hot skin, gently kneading them before squeezing, his eyes only breaking away from yours to watch how your breasts filled his palms, loving the weight of them in his hands.

“Don’t be afraid to play with her. She’s a very good girl”, Itachi spoke, taking your mouth into his in a searing hot kiss, tracing his tongue along your lips, pulling it back into his mouth when you tried to latch onto it, making you whine out in frustration. Kisame decided to test the waters, pinching your nipples between his thick fingers. Lightly jolting at the sudden pain you moaned, the smell of your arousal now clouding Kisames head, bringing out the inner shark in him. He didn’t want to be rough with you, but he didn’t know how else to be. He figured he’d just embrace who he really was like you always told him to, hungrily latching onto your nipple, immediately sucking and nipping, his sharp teeth introducing a sensation totally different from Itachi’s. It was way more intense and stung much more too, the pain drenching your black, cotton undies with your want. Itachi swallowed all your moans, holding your hips down toward him so you’d stop squirming and Kisame could enjoy himself in peace.

“Baby, does that feel good?”, Itachi asked, only centimeters away from your lips, your eyes lazily looking into his red ones.

“Yes, so good”, you breathed, your seductive voice forcing a low growl from Kisame, causing your hips to jerk forward too, Itachi immediately slamming them back to him.

He found your lips again, finally allowing you to suck on his tongue, your teeth accidentally grazing it as you tried to take the delicious pain Kisame inflicted on your breasts.

When Itachi noticed you were parting from him his hand came up to bury itself in your hair, now tongue fucking your pretty mouth, enjoying the way you sucked on it.

Kisame was far gone in the taste of your skin, your back perfectly arching for him and your nipples now extremely sensitive from having undergone his constant attention to each one. You yearned for more, the fire inside of you only burning Kisame, your squirming slightly nerving him. But you weren’t able to voice your need for more since your tongue was now Itachi’s treat and Kisame didn’t halt from his attack on your nipples, your soft moaning only music to their ears.

Tracing a straight line down to your heat, pressing his long index finger against your clothes folds, adding light pressure spot you needed it the most.

Itachi broke the kiss, oh how you loved kissing him. Sometimes all you wanted to do was kiss him. And the two of you would kiss for hours, tasting each other’s mouths and feeling each other’s bodies.

“Please!”, you whined, trying to grind you hips against Kisame’s finger but Itachi stopped you, making you whine louder.

He needed you to come hard. At least three times so you could sleep the night away. And he wouldn’t be mean tonight because you weren’t feeling well and with an additional man pleasuring you, he really didn’t not want to overwhelm you.

“Here baby, let me help you”, came Kisame’s voice, your nipples finally getting a break from his delicious torture. Something about Kisame calling you baby made your heart sour. “Okay Kisa”, you moaned, letting him slide your panties off of you, adjusting yourself so you could help him get rid of them.

Once they were off, your legs lay on either side of him, draped over his thighs, Itachi having placed a pillow under your lower back to get you to cum faster. The easier you came the more often you came and the more often you came the better rest you got. Well that was just one of his plans for tonight.

Kisame immediately understood the assignment, waiting for Itachi to help you into a more relaxed position before they could start lovingly breaking you.

You lay on your back, on top of Itachi, who fondled your breasts and enjoyed your mouth, your thighs on either of Kisame’s, your soaking heat bare and ready for Kisame to enjoy.

Kisame smiled at your squirming, placing a hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Don’t worry sweet thing” Kisame said, his free hand rubbing your thigh. “I’m going to take good care of you, but I need you to be patient okay”, he added, placing both his hands under each of your thighs, lifting them up onto his broad shoulders. “I want to take my time, so I can savor you”, his warm breath now on your inner thighs. “So just relax and let me taste you. I promise you’ll come as soon as I’m satisfied”, he finished, his mouth now centimeters from your core, the smell so heavenly. It was your smell and he was obsessed.

Whimpering you couldn’t help but buck forward, desperate for the ache in your core to be relieved. “Ahhhhhh”, you moaned out in surprise and pleasure at the feel of something very warm and roughly textured drag between your folds. Kisame slowly dragged his tongue up and down your folds, the rough texture adding a new sensation that made your back arch. You felt him spread your lips wide open, already whimpering in delight at how he would pull your little clit in his mouth and suck on it until you came all over his face, but to your disappointment he continued to slowly drag his tongue up and down, only passing over your clitoris with slightly added pressure before dragging it back down and sinking it in your heat. “Ahhhhhh! Fuck!”, you cried out. You certainly did not want to cum like this. You did not want to cum like this.

Itachi kisses you once again, exploring your mouth, biting your lip and caressing you, while Kisame’s wonderful tongue worked you terribly closer to your orgasm, his rough tongue dragging up to your clitoris and back down to fuck your tight hole. Clearly he wasn’t joking about savoring you and you did not like that one bit.

Itachi could sense that you were about to cum, your moans turning into desperate whimpers as you struggled to kiss him back. You wanted to push him away from you so you could concentrate on not cumming, but he kept on pushing your hands back down. Out of frustration you ran hands through Kisame’s hair, gripping it so you could angle your hips so he’d finally focus on your clit, but he was very strong and you were sick and on the verge of an orgasm so it didn’t really work out.

Itachi finally broke the kiss, his eyebrows furrowing, analyzing your current frustration. You were going to cum so there was no reason for you to be this whiny.

“Princess, just relax and let Kisame take of care of you. Stop fighting him” , he softly spoke into your ear, but his words only flew out the other as you grip the sheets as hard as you can, shitting your eyes tight to try and not cum.

Kisame could sense your resistance. “What’s the matter y/n? I told you to be patient” he said, stopping all his motions to look up at you. Tears filled your eyes, your body still squirming as both men simply watched you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

“Well?”, Itachi said, placing soft kisses all over your face. “Answer him”.

You absolutely did not know what to say because nothing that you could’ve possibly said right now would make sense as to why you were fussing so much.

Kisame’s stare was so cold, and you just knew he wouldn’t give in to any begging, so you redirected your attention towards Itachi, who looked at you a little more lovingly.

“I want him to suck on my clit”, you said, embarrassed to be asking for such. Kisame heard you, interested in what Itachi’s response would be.

“Ask him to do that”, he simply said, running his thumb along your swollen lip.

Sighing in defeat you looked down at the man between your legs.

“Kisame…”, you said, feeling a little nervous with having someone you weren’t emotionally connected with pleasuring you.

“Yes, talk to me”, he said, his hand lightly rubbing the thigh that sat on his shoulder.

“Please…uhm, can you suck on my clit a little more?”, you finally asked, biting your lip at the devilish look he gave you.

“I’m still savoring you. You taste very sweet and I’d like to enjoy you for as long as I can before you start kicking and screaming at me”, he said, pushing your other thigh off of his shoulder and closer to your chest.

He smiled at your whining. “If you keep on whining I won’t let you cum…you’d like to cum won’t you?”, he asked.

“Yes pleaaasee”, you whined, a tear falling down your cheek.

“Okay then will you sit still and let me eat you out?”

“Yes Kisa”, you said, taking in a deep breath.

Itachi cupped your cheek, his dick painfully hard at the sight of Kisame between your legs, making you squirm like this.

“Good girl”, he said, coming down to softly kiss you, Kisame spreading your lips apart once again.

This time he started lazily circling your throbbing clit with his tongue, enjoying the way you arched your back, unable to buck your hips up with the new position.

When he felt you getting too excited he stopped, opting to tongue fuck you, the strong muscle stretching you out enough to make you cum, the minute he sensed you getting closer he stopped again.

Itachi swallowed your loud whine, running this thumb along your cheek.

Kisame remembered that you weren’t feeling well and if you were any other woman he wouldn’t care, he’d still break you like this, edging you to tears, but because it was you, he felt a little sympathetic, finally latching onto your clit and roughly sucking.

Your back arched off the bed, Itachi still holding you down and forcing his tongue into your mouth, hushing the harsh screams you let out as you suddenly came, the liquid that built up inside of you squirting out, Kisame happily lapping it all up, overstimulating you while at it.

The restrictions the two men had on your body drove you to tears, the pleasure exploding inside of you from having no where to go but through you. You were forced to take the pleasure, shaking like a leaf by the time your squirting subsided.

Itachi broke the kiss, admiring your beautiful orgasmic face trying to breath through the overstimulation. “Okay okay, I’ve got you, just breathe”, he whispered into your ear before looking down at Kisame who was still softly sucking on your nub, careful not to bring his rough tendencies out.

“Go ahead, she can handle another one”, he said, Kisame nodding in approval, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his middle finger before slowly sinking it into you, the thickness of his single finger stretching you out so well.

“Oh f-fuck!”, you cried out, your words barely forming at the pressure Kisame placed on your gspot, revealing his sharp teeth in a satisfied smile, before roughly fingering you, your poor cunt immediately gushing more, spraying all over Kisame’s beefy arm.

“Ahhh there you go. Yes good girl”, he growled, latching on to your clit again to roughly suck on it, while Itachi held you still, almost smiling at how you struggled, enjoying the pleasure your teammate gave you.

After you’d cum for the fourth time Kisame decided you needed a little break, spreading both your thighs apart and licking the juice that spilled onto your thighs, his sharp teeth leaving little bruises behind as he nipped and sucked, your body shivering and your soft moans filling the room as you slowly calmed.

Itachi cradled your up half in his arms, hushing you with kisses, cuddles and praises, gently wiping your tears away.

“You’re such a good girl, you look so beautiful with Kisame between your legs”, he whispered, wiping the sweat on your forehead off with his hands before planting a kiss there.

“Would you like another one princess?”, Itachi genuinely asked, his heart melting at the shaky “no thanks” you let out. Even through your orgasm you still remembered your manners.

As much as their dicks painfully throbbed in their pants there would be no pleasure for them tonight, yours being the priority.

“I’ll go get a towel”.

Kisame stood up and walked towards the bathroom, returning with a warm damp towel, slowly cleaning you up but his touch was not as gentle as Itachi’s, dragging the towel over your sensitive clit like you had no feelings, your hands coming up to block him but he simply held them, quickly wiping you squeaky clean before heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“I need you please”, you whispered to Itachi, “inside me”.

“Baby, you need to rest”

“No…please, please I really want you on top of me”, you begged, bring up your hand to cup his cheek, his eyes still slowly spinning, having recorded the entire session, capturing your vulnerable expressions.

How could he possibly say no to you, his good little princess.

“Here baby”, he said, placing you flat on the bed before coming up to stand, stripping right in front of you.

You reached your arms out for him, your hands rubbing his back he hovered above you, brining his fingers to slowly rub your clit, instantly regretting your decision to let these men get off too. You just hated for them to not have a good time too, even though they both were happy with just rubbing it out in the bathroom.

“Please slowly”, you said, wrapping your legs around his torso as he lined himself with your wet entrance.

“Anything for you love”, he said, pushing himself all the way into you with one, unexpected thrust, causing you to scream, the stretch and fullness steadily overwhelming you, making you whimper, your back arching in pleasure.

“Not too hard please daddy”, you begged, Itachi bringing your hands up above your head, pinning them down with one hand while the other held onto your hip for grip. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, your tight pussy squeezing him so deliciously.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take it care of you, just relax”, he responded, tugging you a little closer so he could get a better angle. “Ahhh! f-fuuuuck”, you screamed, the first thrust hard enough to crumble you. Now why tf did you suggest this. Now you had to hold out until the end.( gotta see it through my boi)

“Ah babyyy, you feel so good”, he said, thrusting into you again, getting into a steady slow rhythm, making you bury your head into his shoulder and biting.

He filled you so much and you wondered how you always forgot how he felt inside of you the moment he left you, his slow thrusts deep enough to stimulate your A spot (the part at the back of your vjj that people think is the cervix) and you just knew you wouldn’t last long.

His black hair dangled above you, his warm breath all over face as he spoke to you, telling you all the things he admired about you, that he would take care of you until he died, expressing how much he loves you with his heavy deep thrusts that drove you to insanity and with the sweet words from his heart. Words that you could still clearly hear even though your thighs shook and you began whimpering, you could still hear every word he spoke to you, your heart exploding with all the love you have for him, tears running down the sides of your face as you came, the feeling so intense with Itachi still making love to you.

“OoooOh m-my gosh b-b-baby, I c-can’t”, you cried, stuttering “I love you’s” to him as he chased his own orgasm, your orgasm milking him so well that he knew he would cum soon and he wondered if you could cum again.

Picking up the pace he let go of your hands, bringing one to your face while the other started rubbing your nub.

Throwing your head forward you shut your eyes tight, mouth wide open and your hands death gripping the sheets as the pleasure grew overwhelming, another orgasm threatening to crash into you so hard.

“Fuck yes! You’re so close baby, I’m so close. Ah shit! I’m going to cum baby, will you cum with me? God come with me my good little princess! I love you so much”, he moaned, chocking on his words as his thrusts grew sloppier, moaning your name as he unloaded deep inside of you. The feeling of his seed being released inside of you sending you over the edge, your eyes rolling back as your vision clouded.

Opening your eyes the entire room was dark, only the dim light of the moon coming through the window.

Your hand was resting under your chin, your body huddled very close to someone, another man pressing against your back, the feint breathing of the two men reminding you of the night you shared. With a smile on your face you turned over, trying to not wake up the two handsome men pressing on either side of you, bringing Kisame’s hand to wrap his arm around you as you softly called at Itachi.

“Itachi…Itachi, wake up”, you whispered, his head instantly jolting off of the pillow to feel for you in the dark. “Yes love, what’s wrong?”, he sleepily said, wrapping his arm around your back to pull you closer to him, the warmth you shared with the two men absolutely delicious. If you could choose you’d lay here forever, with the two men who made you feel safe and sound, happy, loved and taken care of. You mostly felt overwhelmed with love for the two of them, because even though you weren’t romantically involved with Kisame before this night, he still stood beside you like a true partner in everything.

Your felt a hand silent rub your ass, squeezing it hard enough that you let out a small gasp, wondering what Kisame was up to. “You’re all awake?”, came his deep voice, his hand pushing between your thighs to cut your naked pussy. “Uh! Kisame”, you moaned, “I just got up”.

“And You’re surprisingly wet?”, Kisame teased, placing softer kiss on your shoulder. “Why”, he asked, now running his fingers between your folds, l your juices lubricating each one so he could gently rub your clitoris.

“Oohhhhhh!”, you moaned, His fingers pushing into your tight walls, sinking in deep until he felt that spot that made you cry out in pleasure. He started slowly rubbing it, nothing compared to how rough he was early on, quickly bringing you so close to orgasm, your hand intertwined with Itachi’s , while he softly breathed, aware of what was going on but still tired.

Before you were able to cum Kisame stopped, and before you complained about it you felt his incredible size enter you, the sudden intrusion making you scream. You were so tight but he slowly kept pushing into you, spreading your ass nice a wide for him to go a little deeper.

As soon as you felt him touch your cervix your body couldn’t handle it anymore and Kisame could sense that. He was very cold a sensing these things. His fingers started circling your clit, giving you time to adjust to his size, but you already broke down, a wonderful orgasm crashing into you in intense bursts, your soft screaming having long woken Itachi up, his mouth latching into the nipple that Kisame’ was not tugging on, softly sucking on it, enjoying the softness in his mouth.

Kisame started moving, his slow thrusts very intense, leaving you screaming and whimpering with every thrust until he came hard, deep inside of you, biting your neck during his release.

You were so exhausted, your orgasms so intense having to manage his size but he didn’t pull out of you, lifting your leg up so he could get a better angle.

The new angle was absolutely sinister, making you cry, Itachi whispering sweet nothing’s in your ears to help you through it. He was going so deep, and so hard, his fingers on your clit keeping you on orgasm mode.

Having to take it easy on you and also trying to pleasure himself was a bit of a challenge for him, he need more, he needed to fuck you faster, his hips brutally picking up the pace, intensifying your orgasm and making you squirt, making a mess on everyone and the sheets.

Even after he came for the second time your cries couldn’t subside, your body still squirming as this orgasm lasted much longer.

The only thing Itachi could do was hold you tight, rubbing your back as you quivered on top of him, Kisame gently wiping the two of you clean, placing towels on the wet spots of the bed for you all to lay down on.

In the morning you felt rather refreshed, your congestion having cleared up and your throat completely healed.

Itachi and Kisame were lay on either side of you, lazily stroking you as they woke from their sleep, the sunlight filling the room once again.

You were sound asleep, too cozy to try and wake up. All you wanted to do today was lay in bed with your two partners, their arms wrapped around you like heaven.