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shawtuzi · 3 months ago

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STRETCH YOU OUT

pairing: ex boyfriend! toji x reader/// cw include: porn with plot, toji is pathetic but in a hot way, a little angst, oral f receiving, good ole make up sex, really really soft sex that eventually gets rough, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie obvi, a smidge of aftercare, rushed but happy ending!! edit: i finally proofread this i didn’t realize there were so many mistakes so sorry bout that!!

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“y/nnnn! baby please talk to me! i see you looking at through the curtain!” you jumped back, closing the curtain with quickness. you rubbed your temples, letting out a deep sigh.

toji was back trying to win your forgiveness. again. for the third time that week.

after a very heated argument that involved him calling you a bitch you sent that man packing, not even looking back as you slammed the door in his face.

toji could be a good boyfriend when he felt like it, which was a problem for you. you wanted stability, someone you could depend on, have children with—but you just weren’t sure toji wanted the same thing. his promises felt empty, like he was only saying it to make you happy and that’s what pissed you off more than anything. him calling you a bitch was just the icing on top of the worlds shittiest cake

you could still remember the look of shock on his face as you told him to get the fuck on and never come back.

yet here he was for the third night in a row—sitting outside your apartment blasting ‘fallin’ by alicia keys from his car with the most beat up looking bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen in his arms.

you suddenly heard a loud knock at your door, making you jump. you looked through the peephole, sighing when you saw your neighbor suguru, a very agitated look on his face.

“can i help you?” you asked cracking the door open, already knowing he was about to give you an earful about toji.

“this is the third time that guy has shown up here blasting that loud ass music, and he keeps yelling your name. you gonna do something about?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. you kissed your teeth, opening the door wider, “i don’t know what the hell you expect me to do? he’s a grown ass man—”

“a grown ass man that has ties to you! fix it y/n or i won’t be so nice asking next time—” geto was cut off by you slamming the door in his face, letting out a sound of surprise. “bitch…” he muttered, walking back to his apartment.

you sighed once more, letting your forehead fall against the door. “fucking toji,” you growled, pushing off the door, walking over the window where you were watching toji. you yanked open the curtains, met once again with sight of toji belting out whatever r&b song was playing in his car.

you opened the window, sticking your head out the slightest bit. “y/n, baby! you came back!” he let out a sound of relief. you shook your head in annoyance, “turn that shit off and go home toji,” you hissed, making him frown and shake his head. you narrowed your eyes at the man, giving him the best death glare you could manage.

although you did put a little fear in his body, toji stood his ground, taking it a step further by turning up the stereo in his car. “i’m not leaving till we talk and baby you know i got time,” he glared right back at you, smirking because he knew that you knew he was indeed right. your nostrils flared in anger, your fist closing up ready to straight up punch this man in his jaw.

“ugh fine just turn that shit off before anyone complains,” you slammed your window shut, irritation radiating off every inch of your body. wow did this man had a lot of fucking nerve, but it’s okay you were ready to let him have it the second he stepped into your apartment.

it didn’t take long for toji to make it to your apartment, breathless and jittery but nonetheless excited to finally be in your presence again. you slowly opened the door, a frown etched onto your pretty, plump lips.

“hi baby….can i come in?” you didn’t say anything, instead you just stepped aside allowing him into the warmth of your apartment. the smell of caramel and honey hit his nose, relaxing him the tiniest bit.

it was silent for a few moments, no one saying anything until toji finally broke the silence. “before you go off on me just hear me out okay? sit. please,” toji ushered you over to the couch, his heart tightening when you shook his touch off.

“you know i don’t think you’re no bitch right? i’m sorry i even said it i hope we can move past it…” you looked at him, your brows furrowing, waiting for him to continue with his “apology”. when nothing else was said you couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh.

“toji…you think i kicked you out all because you called me a bitch….nothing else?” you were laughing but nothing was funny and that’s what was freaking toji the fuck out. he didn’t say anything which was just pissing you off even more.

“i kicked your ass out because i don’t even know what we’re doing anymore toji! you come and go as you please, you don’t talk to me and i mean really talk to me about shit like our future or if you even see a future with me. this relationship feels one sided whether you believe it and i’m sick of it—i don’t even believe you anymore whenever you say you love me. you haven’t touched me in god knows how long— *hiccup*

you hadn’t even realized you started crying till you felt little salty droplets fall on your thighs. you squeezed your eyes shut, bowing your head down as you tried to control your breathing.

“an—and now you got me fucking c-crying and shit—i hate you, i hate you so much,” you wiped your tears with the back of your hand but they just kept falling. toji’s eyes were wide as he watched you cry—over him of all fucking people. his chest felt impossibly tight, his throat feeling as if it would close up any minute.

you suddenly jumped up, “are you even gonna say anything?!” the volume of your voice took him by surprise, making him flinch. toji quickly stood up, resting his hands on your shoulders but you only pushed him away. toji took a deep breath, muttering out a small ‘sorry’ before pulling you into his arms.

“let go of me toji, jus’ leave,” but toji only shushed your cries, hugging you to his chest tighter—not tight enough to hurt you of course. he pressed multiple kisses to the crown of your head, rocking the two of you side to side while you silently cried into his shirt.

he cracked the tiniest smile when he finally felt you clutch onto his shirt, your nose nuzzling more into his chest. “just breathe and listen to me okay?” toji waited for you to verbally answer before speaking once more.

“i do love you y/n, there is no one else for me but you. it’s just—whenever you talk about that stuff i get scared shitless. i never pictured myself as the husband type or the dad type until just recently and even then i feel like id be shit at it. then you’d eventually realize you could do better n’ leave me,” he said the last part so quietly you almost didn’t hear it. panic washed over toji’s face when you began to cry harder.

“that’s why you need to talk to me, if i would’ve known it spooked you i wouldn’t have kept pushing the idea,” you were so annoyed at him, but you definitely couldn’t ignore the way your heart swelled at his words. toji rested his cheek on the crown of your head, shutting his eyes, “i’m a fucking idiot. the biggest fucking idiot there ever were.”

“yeah you are,” you let out a tiny laugh, lifting your head up to get a good look at toji. his eyes were sad and cloudy, something you’ve never seen before, it made you wanna start bawling your eyes out all over again.

“i’m sorry baby, forgive me. please.” he pressed his forehead against yours, frowning when you wouldn’t meet his gaze. “why won’t you look at me? look at me please y/n.” still nothing.

you let out a noise of surprise when toji suddenly fell on his knees, his big hands clutching onto the soft fabric of your his pajama pants. you finally made eye contact with him, your eyes already brimming with hot tears once more.

“forgive me. i’ll do anything—anything you ask of me. just let me come back and love you the right way—the way i should’ve been doing all this time,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in softness of your tummy. you ran your fingers through his hair, little hums of content leaving toji’s lips.

“fine. i forgive you toji.”

toji tilted his head up, his lips curling into a sad smile. you smiled back at him, giving his forehead three kisses before pushing him back. “now get your ass up you have a lot of making up to do,” you made your way to your bedroom, shedding your clothes on the way.

toji’s mouth was dropped in awe, his dick already twitching at the thought of finally being inside you again. he stood up on shaky legs, his eyes immediately locking on your discarded panties. he snatched them up and shamelessly took a look sniff, his eyes closing in utter bliss.

“what a fucking woman.”

“toji! bring your ass.”

“coming!”

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“a-ah! tojiii,” you mewled, yanking on toji’s jet black locks as he tongue fucked your pussy with everything he had in him. he had your knees pushed to your chest, securing them both with his large hands.

toji moaned into your pussy, swaying his head back and forth as he slurped up every drop you had to offer him. “s’fuckin’ good,” he slurred into your pussy, his dick jumping in his pants when he felt a gush of your wetness his his tongue.

he pushed his tongue into your clenching hole once more, his nose bumping into your clit each time his head moved. your toes curled in ecstasy as your second orgasm washed over you. “goddamn baby you tryna baptize me?” toji chuckled, giving your pussy three quick slaps.

“fuck you,” you mewled in overstimulation when you felt toji shove two fingers in your pussy, curling them just right. toji kissed his way up your body, stopping to give you a sloppy kiss.

“i intend to but i gotta stretch you out first if i wanna fit all the way in,” toji hummed, adding a third finger, his thumb quickly finding your clit to ease the stretch. you wrapped your arms around his neck, your whines and whimpers sounding like a symphony in his ears.

“feels so good toji,” you sighed dreamily, pressing your manicured toes against his hard on. toji hissed, his teeth catching onto his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “s’about to feel even better honey, open your legs,” toji swiftly removed his fingers from your cunt, a deep groan rumbling in his chest watching the way you clenched around nothing.

he pulled his sweats low enough for his dick to spring out but that wasn’t enough for you. “everything. take it all off, w’nna feel you against me,” your voice was so sweet and gentle compared to how it was earlier. it brought his heart so much peace knowing your words towards him were no longer full of anger and annoyance.

toji obeyed your wishes and removed everything. he pulled your body to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees to your chest once more. he tapped his dick against your pussy, fighting the urge to bust already just from how fucking wet your pussy sounded.

“ready for me baby?” his tone was soft as he slowly pushed the tip in. you nodded, your breath hitching when he pushed more in. it stayed like that for a moment—toji softly praising you as he slowly pushed all eight and a half inches of him inside you.

there we go—hah!” you both gasped in unison when he pushed himself in to the hilt. you feet knocked against his back, your body squirming at the feeling of being completely stuffed. “too big toji! it’s too much!” you tried to control you breathing you really did, but the way you could feel the thick veins on him throbbing against your walls had your mind already scrambled.

toji took in a long breath, attempting to get his thoughts together. this was about you not him. he was determined to make you see stars.

“you can take it baby—i know you can take it. gonna take me like a good girl like all those other times yeah? you wanna make me proud don’t you?” his thumbs caressed at your cheeks as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. he finally felt your pussy ease up, allowing him to draw his hips back, then forward.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head, mouth dropping open as toji fucked you with every ounce of love he had to offer. “fell s’good around me baby, kept this pussy nice and tight for me. you knew i’d be back didn’t you?” both his strong arms caged your head, blocking you from seeing anything in the room but him. toji drew his hips back all the way before slamming back in, hissing when he felt your manicured fingers dig into his biceps.

“a-answer me y/n, answer me right now or m’gonna fucking pull out,” it was an empty threat, you both knew that, but that didn’t stop you from scrambling to find the words to answer him. “yessss yes i knew you’d be back! i— ah my god! i w-was waiting for an excuse to let you come in and i’m so hap—happy it happened!” even though your brain told itself multiple times to not let this man back into your life you heart was saying a whole nother thing. of course love always triumphs which is why toji’s got you folded like a damn pretzel, fucking into you so hard your body was sliding up the bed.

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“thas’ right baby take that fucking dick, take my cum so i can make you a pretty mommy,” toji growled pushing your face further into your pillows, drool and tears falling freely onto the soft cotton.

you’d lost track of how many rounds you’ve gone, your brain sounding like nothing but static. your hands that were once pushing against toji’s pelvis to slow his movements were now pinned to your back. you were filled with so much cum you almost felt bloated, but you didn’t care—not when toji was making the sweetest promises about making you a mother.

each time he came inside you he pushed any excess back into your spent pussy, and each time his dick got hard causing him to beg you for yet another round that you simply couldn’t refuse. this time around though you could tell he was tired, the way his thrusts went from sloppy to straight up grinding, the way he wasn’t even trying to contain his moans anymore—my mans was tired okay.

“i’m—i’m gonna cum again daddy, feels like a lot,” you clutched onto your pillow for dear life, your knees feeling like they were about to give out any second. one particular roll of his hips finally triggered your orgasm, making your eyes cross and your legs finally give out from beneath you.

that didn’t stop toji in fact it even encouraged him to be rougher, his thighs clapping against the backs of yours they were turning a light shade of pink. “f-fuck are you still fucking cumming? you’re soaking me doll,” he grunted, mesmerized by the way waves of cum leaked from your pussy each time he pulled out.

with one last thrust toji finished inside you with a deep groan, his chest rumbling against your back. toji sat back on his knees, whistling at the way his cum flooded out of your swollen pussy, staining your sheets even more. he kissed his way up your back, stopping at your neck to litter it with wet kisses.

“you okay mama?” he laid next you, pulling your limp body into his arms. you couldn’t respond—like actually you were entirely too fucking tired, so you settled on a loving pat on his chest along with a kiss to his jaw. toji chuckled, tilting his head to give your forehead three kisses.

as you dozed off to sleep in his arms toji took this time to admire you in your relaxed state. that furrow between your brows was no longer there, along with that oh so cute pout you were sporting when he first came inside your apartment.

“i’m gonna do right by you i promise y/n, i promise.”

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2neaky · 4 months ago

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𓇼°₊.𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 ❀ 𝙵𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝 🥭

—Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty. I'm 'bout to call your phone, so come get with me.

Know you don't drink, can you sip me?

‘Dunk Contest,’ Cash Cobain

Last Installation of this ‘mini-series’ … P.1 here -> P.2 here

not the best editing, i know. this fic has been in the drafts for abt a month & ... it's time for their story to be closed out.

10.06k!Warnings: oral (masc. receiving), handj*bs (fem. & masc. recieving), mutual m*sturbation, filthy talk, *verstimulation, low refr*ctory periods, technically w*tersports (minor), edging, excessive amounts of ej*culation, squ*rting, descriptions of character’s body parts (curvaceous/thick/girthy), use of the n-word (all characters & the writer are Black), original characters

The next time the group gets together it’s well into the fall.

Months of distance and busy schedules kept the friends separate. Yet, on a random weekend in October, the stars aligned to grant the friends a day of freedom to meet and catch up.

He won’t admit it aloud—that’s a bit too corny for him—but Ajani missed his people. The life of a working adult only gives but so much time for social gatherings. Especially with a whole friend-group.

Even then, it’s not like he hasn’t seen any of them since the party.

“I’on understand why you couldn’t just ride with me.”

“All my stuff is at my mom’s, ‘Jani.”

If he just closes his eyes, he can see the pout on her face. He glances at the screen, eyeing the contact name: Princxss Dia.

“Really? ‘Cause I almost tripped over your flat iron when I was getting in the shower.”

She groans out loud into the mic. “I knew I left it!”

He smiles, eyes now on the road as he makes a swift turn onto a busy street.

“Fuck,” he mumbles upon seeing the traffic.

“But if I came with you … then they’d know.”

He kisses his teeth, face screwing up. “Man, I care less and less ‘bout that shit every day. I’m pretty sure they know—“

“‘Pretty sure’ is not a confirmation. And I wanna make sure the time is right when we tell them.”

He spots a parking space in front of the restaurant Boku had chosen for the night. No doubt, he’s going to snatch that shit up.

“Why shit gotta be ‘perfect?’” he asks, looking at his rear view camera as he backs into the space.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles. He can hear her moving around on the other side of the line. “I’m trying to … figure out a way to introduce it without … making everything weird,” she sighs out.

“How ‘bout, ‘hey guys, me and Ajani have been dating for a few months now,’” he mocks her voice.

“No.”

He sucks his teeth. “Why not?”

“That’s too blunt!”

“Exactly. What more is there to say? You wanna tell them the whole backstory? ‘Cause I’on really think they need to know that.”

“I’m not saying they do. I just think we need to … soften the approach.”

He puts his car in park before shutting it off, the engine dying down. “I’on know … what approach you talking ‘bout, but when you ready to stop hiding, you lemme know so I could book my appointment.”

“Appointment?”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you? I wanted to get your name tatted on my forehead.”

“ … Shut up.”

He laughs quietly to himself as he pulls down his sun visor. “You almost ready,” he asks, checking his appearance in the mirror.

It’s quiet for a couple of seconds. “No.”

His smile drops and he kisses his teeth. A second passes as he glares at the phone. Then, he picks it up. “Yo, answer my FaceTime.”

The mode of the call switches, bringing both of them into view on either’s screen. He licks his lips, getting a clear view of her pretty face as her phone is propped up against her vanity.

“Why you only got your makeup done?”

She frowns, setting powder decorating her face. “Because I did my hair first. It’s hair, makeup, then clothes.”

He only releases a sigh, unable to even be really upset.

“Aight, then hurry up. I told you we gonna have to work on that late shit.”

She smiles, reaching for a brush to dust off the powder. “Sorry, baby.”

He hums, eyeing her as he holds his phone closely. “You look good.”

She exchanges her brush for a lip pencil. “Thank you.” She tries not to smile too hard, careful not to mess up as she applies her liner.

“What you wearing?”

She blends out the harsh line of her dark brown liner with a finger. “A dress.”

He waits for her to explain further, but the explanation doesn’t come. “That’s it?”

“Mhm.” She quickly glances at the screen, looking away before she cracks a smile.

“Can I see it?”

“Nope.”

Now she’s smiling, a devious little one, too.

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffs. “You just make sure it’s no crazy ass shit. You know how Big Daddy gets.”

Her head jerks back as she looks at the screen, flabbergasted. “Don’t ever in your life … call yourself that again.”

“You just make sure you know,” he pushes before breaking into a smile, almost laughing. “But nah, forreal. That ass ain’t been getting smaller so … keep it cute.”

She rolls her eyes with pursed lips. “Shut up.”

He scoffs, looking out the window of his car. “Yeah … you think I’m joking.” He scoffs.

“Are you?”

He looks back at her, noting her nonchalance as she applies gloss over her lip combo.

“Play with me if you want to.” He licks his lips. His gaze falls to the exposed middle of her chest as her robe has slipped open. “I’on need niggas eyeing my shit.”

“Okay, Ajani.”

“Nah, it’s not Ajani,” he mocks her voice, earning a glare. “That’s Big Daddy to you—“

“I’m hanging up!”

She reaches forward, snatching up her phone.

“Don’t you wear nothing crazy!”

“Bye!”

The call ends abruptly, leaving him to shake his head. Not too long after pocketing his phone, he leaves the car.

The only thing that’s on his mind being her.

Just before he enters the restaurant, he shoots her one last text.

Jani: lmk when u ready Ima call a uber

His face almost splits in half with how hard he smiles as he daps up his boys.

“Finally, nigga! We expected your ass to be here sooner,” Boku tells him.

“Chill, it was mad traffic,” he laughs.

“Nah, facts. It’s mad people out tonight,” Mykel says.

The three are huddled close in the waiting area of the restaurant. All of the constant shifting to make way for entering and leaving patrons has pushed them to the corner.

“Forreal. Yo, why you pick this place?” Ajani looks to Boku. “I seen this shit blow up on TikTok.”

“Nigga, that’s where I got it from.”

All three dissolve into boisterous laughter, because Boku would be the one to make such a mistake.

Mykel shakes his head. “I’m already knowing the food and service ‘bout to be ass.”

“Nah, facts,” Ajani agrees.

“Aight, now. Not too much,” Boku chimes in. “‘Long as the drinks good, I could give less of a fuck about what they onion rings taste like.”

He and Mykel break off into a mini side conversation of their own, a usual occurrence between all three of them.

As they do so, Ajani pulls out his phone to check his notifications. Even though he doesn’t see one, he constantly refreshes the screen for a possible hidden text message that he just happened to miss.

None.

“‘Jani, you know where the girls at?”

Hesitantly, he looks up at the guys. “Nah,” he shakes his head, face blank. “Why would I know?” He makes a face.

“I’on know,” Mykel looks off to the side. “I thought Diamanté would’a told you something.”

“Why it gotta be Dia?”

“Nigga, don’t act dumb,” Boku butts in. “‘Cause y’all be talking.”

“I talk to Aleya and Sevyn, too.” When he laughs—the loud music masking its awkward tone—his eyes shift between his friends.

“Not like you talk to Dia,” he scoffs. “That’s for damn sure.”

Sucking his teeth, Ajani wear a mask of confusion. “Nigga, shut up. You still on that shit—“

“‘Cause I know your ass still likes her!”

“Yo, I’m not even gonna lie,” Mykel starts. “I’ma have to side with Bo’ on this one. You might as well tell her at this point.”

His face contorts with annoyance.

Nigga, shut up.

“That’s if he not already fucking her,” Boku laughs.

His brows pull together at Boku’s brash statement. “Yo, what?”

Mykel rolls his lips inward, watching the two with caution. He questions, should he step in between this?

“Nah, I’m just saying! You’on gotta be embarrassed—”

“I ain’t embarrassed, nigga. There’s not shit to say, fuck I’ma be embarrassed for?”

Boku laughs, glancing at Mykel for backup. The other man remains quiet.

“Aight, then stand on it! Just say you fuckin’ her—“

Ajani doesn’t even realize that he takes a step forward. “Yo, shut the fuck up talking ‘bout her like that—“

“Alright, chill out now.” Mykel steps between them, placing a hand in front of Ajani to keep him back.

Boku pulls his brows together. “Yo, wassup with you?”

“Ain’t shit up with nothing, you just make sure you keep shit respectful.” The scowl on his lips only deepens.

Boku raises his hands in defense. “My fault, bro. I wasn’t tryna offend—”

“Yeah, that’s ’cause you just open your mouth to say bullshit.” Ajani backs up the more Mykel pushes against him. “Like she not your fuckin’ friend, too, my nigga. What?”

“You good, bro. You good,” Mykel tells him. “Relax.”

“Just fuckin’ talkin’,” he rambles.

Before he can acknowledge the apology, his phone buzzes in his hand. Fully stepping away from them, Ajani checks his messages.

Princxss Dia: I’m ready

He wastes no time to order Diamanté’s Uber ride.

With the distance between them and the Lou music playing overhead, it’s hard for him to hear. He knows Mykel and Boku are talking about him.

He refrains from even thinking much about it, though. Because just talking to Diamanté is putting him in a better mood.

Jani: its coming in 5 min

*screenshot of the Uber order*

Princxss Dia: tyy daddy🤗

Jani: 🙄

Princxss Dia: 💀

Jani: send me a picture

I wanna c u

Princxss Dia: it’s gonna ruin the surprise

Jani: surprise

🤨

Princxss Dia: 💀

Jani: stop playing Dia

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Thankfully, Aleya and Sevyn arrive not too long after. Their presences lighten the atmosphere considerably.

Especially when Sevyn and Boku fall into conversation—a playful argument as usual about some dumb shit.

“Oh my God, I miss Dia’,” Aleya pouts. “Where is she?” She does a full-body turn, looking to Ajani.

Boku keeps quiet this time.

The question garners attention from the others within the group, who are now curious of his answer.

He kisses his teeth. “Why yall not asking her? Damn, what the fuck?”

Sevyn’s face screws up as her neck jerks back. “Nigga, calm the fuck down.”

“Right,” Aleya eyes him as her lips twist into an ugly scowl. “I just thought you’d know since y’all seem to be close.”

Sevyn hums in agreement. “Real close.”

Now, he’s making a face. “What that mea—“

“Hi guys!”

The much softer voice breaks the conversation, catching everyone’s attention.

Walking towards them, Diamanté’s bright smile lights up the dimly lit space.

Her straightened, black hair flows down her back. Being pulled back, it leaves her entire outfit exposed: a simple black Skims dress, flowing to her ankles.

The classy, white Hermes slides on her feet show off her white French toes. A small white crossbody purse ties the dress with the shoes.

Yeah, she’s cute and all—Ajani would never deny her that. But even underneath the restaurant’s dim, multicolored lighting, he can see every detail of her body “hiding” beneath the thin, ribbed fabric.

Down to her fucking belly piercing.

His eyes flick up to look into hers. He’s staring hard.

“Finally!” Aleya screams.

She runs to meet the short woman halfway, throwing her arms around her. Sevyn is right behind her, doing the same.

The women hug each other and their bodies sway like palm trees in the wind. Ajani’s happy for them—Diamanté, at least. It’s been so long since she’s seen them.

However, the happiness is short lived.

Others seem to be enjoying the women’s show happiness, too. Ajani looks over them, catching a small group of guys watching them.

What hint of a smile that was on his face shrinks immediately.

“I missed you guys,” Dia tells them as she pulls back, covering her mouth.

“We need to go out more,” Sevyn says. “‘Cause not seeing each other for this long is fucking ridiculous.”

“I know,” she pouts.

“Girl, you look so fucking good—” A sharp gasp slices through Aleya’s sentence. She reaches out to grab Dia’s arm, pulling her forward to peer down her back. “Girl, your ass!”

Looking too, Sevyn’s mouth drops in shock. “Damn, bitch!”

Diamanté only laughs as she looks between her friends.

“It looks so fucking big,” Aleya says in awe. She looks over at Sevyn. “No, like deadass. Like it looks bigger.”

“How she get more ass and mine getting flatter?” Sevyn jokes.

“Drop the routine!” Aleya reaches behind Diamanté, grabbing a good handful of her ass. She sticks out her tongue.

Diamanté only laughs harder.

“Fuck a routine,” Sevyn declares. “Who you been fucking?” The interrogative expression on her face is intense.

“Oh my God,” she says, hand over her mouth as her smile only grows.

“It’s so heavy,” Aleya says in amazement, using both hands to lift her ass. Squeezing tightly, the dimpled skin can be seen through the fabric. “I can’t even hold it all, what the fuck!”

As the girls continue to laugh, Ajani only continues to watch the leering men.

It takes everything in him not to go towards the women and tell them to stop.

Playfully, Diamanté rolls her eyes. “You guys are chatting.”

“No, girl. Your shit is mad fat, like what the fuck?”

“Okay, okay,” Diamanté says. “Can we sit now?”

Sevyn purses her lips, eyeing her friend. “Mhm. Look at you, you just so tea. Like you come up in here glowing, ass fatter, face card on 10, inches—you just showing out tonight!”

“Facts,” Aleya agrees.

Finally, they return to the other half of the group. Diamanté breaks away from her girls to greet the guys.

“Wassup, Dia,” Mykel gives her a side hug.

“Hey,” she sings.

She pulls away to give Boku the same embrace.

“Hey, Dia.”

“Hi, Boku,” she smiles.

Boku and Ajani make eye contact for a split second. Quickly, Boku looks away just before pulling back.

Ajani doesn’t get the chance to really mug that nigga how he wants to as Diamanté makes her way over to him.

“Hiii,” her voice is much softer.

She’s trying to fight back a smile, he can tell. But, it’s too cute as her teeth slowly come into full display.

The corners of his mouth lift uncontrollably. “Hey.”

Wordlessly, she steps into his embrace, resting her head on his chest. His arms circle around her waist, pulling her body closer.

“Why you ain’t text me when you got here?”

His chest vibrates with each word. She can even hear the smile in his voice.

“I forgot.”

“Would’a came out and got you.”

She pulls away with a laugh, careful to keep their interaction brief enough so that they don’t get their friends started.

“Damn, Ajani. She wasn’t going nowhere.”

Clearly, that didn’t work.

His smile drops as his eyes flit over to Aleya, who wears a smug grin on her lips.

“Aight, now that all y’all niggas is here, I’ma see if we could check in for the table,” Boku announces.

He parts from the group to make his way to the hostess’ booth.

Conversation between the remaining five is quite mellow. Ajani finds himself standing back, only admiring Diamanté as she speaks.

Even when she’s quiet, he’s paying close attention to her body language and the way she reacts to things said.

“Let’s go,” Boku says as he rejoins the group.

“Thank you, God,” Aleya praises.

“Facts, these heels are killing my feet,” Sevyn complains as she starts after Boku.

As everyone else follows, heading towards the table, Ajani stays behind. Before Diamanté can catch up, he grabs ahold of her hand, stopping her in her tracks.

“Hol’on, ‘cause I didn’t get a proper ‘hello.’”

He pulls her body back in close, missing the feel of her against him. He almost sighs when her soft body presses against his.

Diamanté allows herself to smile as big as she wants to. She angles her head up for a kiss. The gentleman he is, Ajani meets her halfway and presses his lips against hers.

A small peck isn’t enough, as he finds himself going back in for a couple more. And as he does so, he doesn’t resist the urge to reach behind her and cop a feel of her ass himself.

His lips plant mini smooches from her cheek all the way down to her neck. She turns her head to the side, giving him more access.

“You look mad good,” he says into her skin.

His muffled voice tickles her skin, pulling a bubbly giggle out of her. “You told me that already.”

“Aight, and I’m telling you again.” Ajani pulls back just far enough to look her in the eyes.

Damn, he really meant that shit. It’s almost unbelievable how bad she is. Sometimes he wonders how the fuck he was able to bag her.

“But I also told you not to come outside wearing no shit like this—“

She squeals as he lays a harsh smack to her ass, gripping the fat immediately after.

“Ajani!” She whisper-shouts, eyes wide with shock.

He only bites down on his bottom lip, eyes flitting past her to see the group of men from earlier still in the same spots.

Except this time, they’re glaring.

“Told you I ain’t want you showing off my shit like this.”

His other hand cradles her neck, squeezing just enough as he plants another smooch on her lips.

When he pulls back, he sees the inkling of a dazed look in her low eyes. Even from behind those big ass glasses.

“Okay,” she whines softly.

“Mmh.”

She begins to laugh, because she can definitely feel herself slipping into a mood.

“C’mon, before I fuck ya lil’ ass up out here.” His hands fall from her. “Got niggas looking at you all crazy.”

He holds his hand out for her to take. When she does, they make their way over to the table.

However, before they get close enough, they place some distance between themselves.

Conversation at the table is all smiles and laughter over their platters and drinks.

Speaking of drinks, no one at the table is too good to pass up a bit of alcohol. Not even those who drove here.

“See this? This right here?” Sevyn taps an acrylic nail to the glass of her fruity drink. “I’ma need me some more’a that!”

“Mhm,” Aleya hums, sipping on hers through the straw.

Liquor seems to bring the conversation out of the friends. But, Ajani refrains from specifically addressing Boku. And Diamanté finds herself becoming more and more quiet.

Even with her besties around her, she can’t seem to make herself speak. What can she say, when all of her thoughts are filled with Ajani? Definitely not anything that should be said out-loud.

At the very least, on a FaceTime call with just the girls.

Hiding behind her lemon drop, she watches him from across the table with low eyes. Every time he smiles, he does so just enough to give a peek at his grillz.

Fuck, he looks so good. He smells even better. And the way he was choking her up out there, smacking her ass—

No lie, it made her wet. Her clit was thumping for sure. The liquor isn’t helping as it’s bringing up memories.

Like how just a couple of nights ago, she was staying over at his apartment. It was a time.

Two shots of Don was all it took for her to end up on her tummy, getting dicked down.

He fucked her stupid that night. She almost wished she wasn’t on birth control. But that was just the liquor talking.

Her eyes flutter close as her thighs squeeze together. She has to take a deep breath.

“And Dia’s ass is already off the shits!”

A chorus of laughter sounds throughout the table, knocking her from her thoughts. As she looks around her, she offers a shy smile.

“Y’all some damn lightweights,” Sevyn continues to joke.

“I ain’t—look—I ain’t no fuckin’ lightweight,” Boku shouts, holding his glass up.

“Maaan,” Mykel gives him a look. “You better slow down, nigga.”

More laughter sounds. With the spotlight off of her, Diamanté’s thoughts circle back to Ajani.

And speaking of, he takes a sip of his alcohol to hide his smirk. He’s not oblivious, he could feel her staring this whole time.

Of course, it flatters him. If it’s one thing about Diamanté, it’s that she gets freaky off the liquor. And he can tell what’s running through her mind.

Because he’s thinking about the same thing. He’s just got to hold out for the rest of the night.

Leave it up to Boku to plan some weird ass shit. Who the fuck goes bowling after dinner and drinks?

Shit, at least the place serves drinks. And if Ajani was fucking with him right now, he’d commend him for at least picking a good spot.

The alley is surprisingly busy around this time, for it being almost eleven pm. It’s mostly dark in here, just like the damn restaurant.

Why doesn’t Boku ever pick places with good lighting?

“On my soul, I’m washing y’all niggas,” Aleya swears. She shoves a foot into the rented pair of shoes.

Mykel shakes his head, strapping up his pair. “Here she go.”

“Oh shit … I don’t got not socks, y’all.” The usual rasp in Sevyn’s voice is worse due to the drinks.

“Me neither,” Diamanté says, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she fans herself.

Not only is she just a bit horny, but she’s fucking hot. The only downside to drinking. She only hopes she doesn’t sweat her silk press out.

“There’s a booth that sells them,” Boku says.

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ma play. I’ll just watch y’all,” she smiles.

“Ugh! Boringgg,” Aleya groans, throwing her head back.

Sevyn looks to Diamanté. “Okay, well, you could come with me while I buy my socks?”

She nods, prompting her to stand up.

“Can’t wait to wear them shoes. Fuck these heels, bro.” Sevyn holds on to her shoulder for support.

“Aye, if y’all get lost, call one’a us,” Ajani says. “It’s too many people in here tonight.”

“Sure thing, officer!” Sevyn scoffs.

Ajani gives her a scowl, and Dia gives him a short wave before the two of them are off.

“Damn, that’s a long ass line!” Sevyn scowls seeing the bodies fill the area.

“Oh my gosh,” Diamanté frowns.

“I do not wanna be standing on these fucking heels any longer!”

Kissing her teeth, she reluctantly joins the line, Dia in tow. As they wait, both women are scrolling through their phones trying to pass the time.

But it doesn’t take long for them to get to talking.

“If I ask you this question, you gonna be honest?”

Diamanté peers up from her screen to look at Sevyn. Her brows pull together in question. “Yeah?”

Sevyn eyes her for a moment. “You and Ajani fucking? Like—and be honest. Don’t lie to me girl, I hate that shit.”

A sigh leaves Diamanté. Clicking her phone off, she fully looks her friend in the eyes. “Yeah—“

“I knew it! I fucking knew iiit!” Sevyn jumps up and down on her supposedly aching feet. “Fuck! Since when?”

Trying to keep herself from smiling, she stays quiet.

A gasp. “It was after the party, wasn’t it?”

She nods, her smile growing.

They move up in the line.

“Bitch! I fucking—nah, ‘cause I checked your fucking lo’ and your ass was still there after we all left. Uh-uh, y’all so damn nasty.”

“Okay,” she rolls her eyes. “Don’t say anything about it. I’m still trying to … figure out a way to tell the others.” She frowns to herself.

Sevyn makes a face. “Girl, what you mean? Just drop the tea,” she laughs. “Shit, you could do it in the fucking chat. Matter fact, I don’t even think niggas really give a fuck. We all grown, Dia’. And it’s not like we all didn’t see it coming…”

“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes. “But, I just wanna tell ‘Leya at least, before I really … break the news.”

“Aight, I feel you.” Sevyn looks her over before breaking out into a dirty smile. “So he the reason your ass been getting fatter.”

“Oh my gosh.” She looks away from her, shaking her head.

“That’s fucking crazy. Who the fuck knew he was putting it down like that?”

Just before she can respond, her phone lights up with a message.

Jani: wya

U got lost ?

“Speak’a the fucking devil,” Sevyn says over her shoulder, spotting the message.

“Hush,” Dia laughs, typingout her response.

“I like how he ain’t even ask about me. So it’s just fuck me, then.”

“What if the ‘y’ means y’all?”

Sevyn rolls her eyes before her face settles. “But, at least he’s crazy about you. That’s all I want for you.”

Diamanté looks up at her friend with a soft smile. “Thank you.”

“Mhm. I seen y’all at the restaurant.”

Her smile drops and her eyes widen just a bit. “Sevyn.”

“What?”

“If you saw why did you ask?”

She smirks. “I just wanted to see if you would lie.”

The shorter woman groans out.

“Yeah, ya lil’ ass is mad freaky, eewww.” She laughs obnoxiously. “Never thought I’d see you get choked up like that. Or him smacking ya shit—”

“Stop, please!” She hides her face in her hands.

“Oh, I just know he told you not to wear that shit,” she cackles. “You in trouble,” she sings. “That nigga had that crazy look in his eyes. Especially when he seen them niggas staring in the restaurant.”

“Are you serious?”

“Mhm,” she nods with crossed arms. “You just make sure you stay on his good side. Before I become an aunty too soon.”

Diamanté shoves her shoulder. “Don’t wish that on me.”

“Oh, bitch, I’m actually wishing that shit and more. You know I always wanted a little niece or nephew—even if ‘Jani’s annoying ass is the father.” She rolls her eyes.

“I rebuke kids,” she laughs. “Hell no.”

“Yeah, okay. If you say that, you better not tell me that y’all be fucking raw.”

Diamanté doesn’t say anything to that.

When the game commences, Diamanté is the only one to sit it out. And she’s having just as good a time as any.

Mykel had ordered wings for the group—lemon pepper and garlic Parmesan. Drinks, too, of course.

She nibbles on a couple of wings, courtesy of Ajani feeding them to her.

He’s had his fair share of extra drinks. And with each sip, he’s caring less and less about hiding shit from their friends.

Speaking of drinks, Dia’s been washing her food down with sips of water and gulps of fruity, alcoholic drinks. And she really should’ve stopped herself.

Because now she’s got to go to the bathroom.

“Nah, I dead gotta go, too,” Sevyn says.

“I’ma come with y’all.” Aleya gets on her feet.

“Damn, y’all just gonna pause the game like that?” Mykel says, biting into a wing.

“We’ll be back!” Aleya declares.

The women make their way over to the bathrooms, which—unsurprisingly—has a line.

“Fuuuck! All these fucking lines!” Sevyn groans, stomping her foot.

“I know,” Dia says, shifting in her spot as she holds her lower stomach. “I gotta go … so bad,” she huffs.

“I bet you the men’s bathroom not even full like that.”

Sevyn scoffs. “I’m not going to no niggas’ bathroom at a bowling alley. ‘Bouta smell like funky dick and straight piss in there.”

Dia laughs.

“But, shit, since we here…” Sevyn turns to her. “Tell her.”

Aleya looks to Diamanté.

“Oh, um … Ajani and I—“

“I fucking knew it!”

Sevyn throws her head back in laughter.

“Y’all could not hide that shit!” Her eyes are wide as she points back at their lane. “When I seen that nigga feeding you them wings, it was certified!”

“Bitch, you don’t even wanna know what I saw,” Sevyn says, clinging to her.

As she and Diamanté catch her up on everything, they inch closer to the bathroom door.

Diamanté tells them about the most recent date they’d been on together. And while it’s an interesting story, Sevyn can’t help but to feel eyes on them.

She turns her head, to see a group of men looking their way. They make eye contact, as it appears that they’re pushing their friend to make a move.

“Oh fuck no.”

Aleya and Diamanté look at her.

“Y’all, is that them niggas from the restaurant?”

They look over at the men, one of them immediately making eye contact with Dia.

“Please don’t tell me they about to come over here,” Aleya scowls. “Ugh, I hate niggas!”

She says it loud enough for them to hear. And yet, one of them is still making their way over.

Sevyn kisses her teeth. “Bruh.”

The guy making his way over has his eyes dead set on Diamanté. His long locs are pulled back into barrel twists and a mature beard sits on the lower half of his face.

His dangling cross earring makes Sevyn scoff. “This corny ass nigga,” she mumbles.

“Wassup,” he greets, only looking at Diamanté.

Rude, she thinks. Her nose wrinkles as the smell of weed fills the space.

“Hello to you, too,” Aleya sasses.

“My bad,” he laughs. “I just wanted to come talk to you,” he nods over at Dia.

“Okay,” she says quietly.

“You fine as shit, I’m not even gonna cap,” he smiles, showing a gold canine tooth. “Not on no creep-shit, but I seen you at The Palacades and,” he shrugs. “Don’t hurt to try, right?”

“Proceeds to be on some creep-shit,” Sevyn says.

“Right,” Aleya agrees.

The two share a laugh, causing the man to glance at them. He doesn’t let that deter him, though.

“You … saw me there?” Diamanté asks, her face creasing with confusion.

“Yeah you and that guy.”

Now it’s Aleya’s turn to make a face.

“Hol’up,” Sevyn laughs, shaking her head.

“Y’know, I just wanted to shoot my shot. Like, you never know. Y’all might not even be serious—“

“Well, they are. And you’re mad weird for asking.” She twists her face up. “What the fuck? Nigga is you cool?”

“Hold on,” he says, turning to Sevyn. “I don’t remember asking about you. So, I don’t know why you tryna get involved.” He’s getting visibly irritated.

“She don’t have to,” Aleya steps in. “If you seen my friend with her nigga, why are you harassing her?”

Worry makes itself evident on Dia’s face. She’s not sure where this conversation is going to go. And she definitely forgot her pepper gel at home.

“‘Cause that corny ass move that nigga tried to do wasn’t shit,” he laughs. “He think smacking ya ass was gonna scare somebody off? I don’t give a fuck about that shit,” he laughs.

“Okay, no—“ Diamanté starts, but Sevyn is too quick to come to her defense.

“Get the fuck outta here, you weirdo ass nigga. She don’t want you!”

“She said that, though?”

“She ain’t say she wanted you neither,” Aleya says.

“Man, y’all bitches kill me.”

“Bitches?” They all say in unison.

“Yeah. It’s always the ugly ones talking the most shit—“

“Nigga you look like a fucking dog in the face yourself!” Aleya gets to pointing.

And as their voices climb, both sides growing more aggressive, Diamanté finds herself paralyzed with fear.

She is not sober enough for this.

Back at the lane, the guys keep themselves busy. Mykel cheats, taking the girl’s turns for them—and throwing horrendous gutter balls.

Meanwhile, Boku and Ajani are seated, munching on the leftover wings. Well, Ajani doesn’t eat as much as Boku, but he’s got a couple of bites in.

Neither of them address the other. And it’s … annoying.

Although Ajani is still upset about what was said, it sucks that this is how their first time hanging out in a minute has to be like this.

But he’s not a pussy. And he’s damn sure not speaking first.

A nudge to his shoulder brings him out of his phone. He looks up, seeing Boku stare at him.

“Yo, I’m sorry ‘bout earlier, bro. I should’ve never said that shit. I just be talking sometimes, you know that. And I be saying the wrong shit.”

“Mmh.”

“And Dia’s my friend. It’s not right’a me to be disrespecting her like that. If you want, shit, I’ll even apologize to her, too.”

Ajani watches him for a moment.

Their silence is broken by a shout from Mykel in the distance, cheering as he scores a strike.

“Nah … you ain’t gotta do that,” he finally says. “I respect the apology. But watch your mouth ‘bout her.”

Boku nods in understanding.

Silence falls over them again as the sounds of the alley machines, the music, people talking, and the arcade games fill the space.

Ajani almost feels himself dissociating again as his tipsy brain thinks. And one thing about him, is that his mouth runs.

Swallowing, he looks away from his friend. “Nah … you was right, though.”

Boku wears a questioning look on his face. “What you mean?”

It takes a second before Ajani finally looks at him. “We fucking with each other.”

He tries to conceal his excitement. But, he just can’t stop himself from dapping him up.

“My nigga—uh, no disrespect, though.”

Ajani shakes his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Y’all better come play before I do your turns!”

“Nigga, fuck the game! Come over here, Jay got something to say!”

Reluctantly placing the ball back onto the rack, Mykel heads over to them.

“What you got to say?” He takes the last garlic Parmesan wing, earning a glare from Boku.

“Guess,” Boku says.

Mykel turns to Ajani, eyeing him. “You and Dia?”

He nods, earning another smile from their standing friend. “That’s what I’m talking ‘bout,” he laughs. “You asked her?”

“Yeah,” Ajani says, keeping it short. But his smile says everything, as he reminisces on that night.

“When y’all got together?” Boku asks.

He kisses his teeth, feeling the liquor in his system. “Uh … at the party.”

Both men stare at him with wide eyes.

“Nigga—that’s almost six months!” Boku shouts.

“It’s no way y’all hid that shit for that long,” Mykel laughs.

“Wasn’t my idea,” Ajani says. “She over here, scared to say shit. But me—I’on give a fuck.” He scoffs. “I’a get her shit tatted, she keep fuckin’ with me,” he shakes his head, toying with the ends of a braid.

Boku and Mykel share a look, and a thought—this nigga is drunk.

Before either of them could voice it, however, Sevyn’s raspy ass voice enters their ears.

“Y’all hear that shit?” Mykel asks, twisting and turning to find the source of the voice.

“Why the fuck she yelling?” Boku asks, looking for her, too.

“How they still not back from the bathroom?”

It’s Ajani that spots her first—in a nigga’s face.

“Yo,” he says, sitting up, more alert than ever.

The guys notice, too. And it doesn’t take long for Ajani to get out of his seat. He’s the first to make it over there. And immediately he’s hit with the smell of weed.

“What’s going on?”

He immediately looks to Diamanté, who has discomfort written all over her face.

“Hell no, come get this nigga,” Aleya shout, pointing at the man.

Ajani watches him back up an inch as he raises his hands in defense. As he stares at the guy, he finds him just a tad bit familiar.

“What’s the issue?”

“It’s no issue, bro—“

“Clearly, it is!” Sevyn cuts in. “‘Cause you was throwing that ‘bitch’ word around a lot—“

“Look, I was just tryna get at your friend,” he says, pointing to Diamanté.

Ajani’s brows furrow as he looks between her and the guy.

“She don’t want you,” Aleya screams.

Then it clicks; This guy was apart of that group that caught themselves staring Diamanté down.

“Go back to your fuckin’ group,” Ajani says. “You a fuckin’ cornball,” he spits.

“Bum ass nigga—and he stink!” Aleya points at him.

“Man, get the fuck outta here, she don’t need no other nigga.”

Ajani steps forward as he speaks, the other man stepping back.

“Aight, my fault—“

“It was. The fuck?” Sevyn says.

Finally, the man walks off, leaving the friends alone once more. The women seem to let out a sigh of release, and Diamanté seems to cling to Ajani’s side.

“That fucking weirdo. Shit just pissed me off I don’t even wanna pee no more.” Sevyn crosses her arms, her anger slow to dissipate.

“No, I’m still gonna use the bathroom,” Aleya scoffs.

“Me too.”

Diamanté’s quiet voice grabs their attentions, especially Ajani’s.

His brows furrow. “Nah, you could use the bathroom home.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“Yeah, fuck all this shit. We going.”

“Ajani—“

He shakes his head. “Nah, I’on give a fuck. That nigga got me fucked up.”

Aleya and Sevyn share a knowing look.

“Tell ‘em niggas we gone,” he says, taking up Diamanté’s hand.

Too tipsy to really object, she tells her friends ‘goodnight,’ promising to text them tomorrow.

Sevyn and Aleya’s farewells are drowned out by their quickly increasing distance and the overall loudness of the alley.

When they finally make it outside, the cool breeze of tonight hits her clammy skin. She squeezes his hand tighter.

“Fuckin’ bum ass nigga—I knew I seen him.”

She peers up at him, his eyes staring off into the distance as he speaks his thoughts.

“Should’a fucked him up, if I’m being honest.”

When they reach his car, Ajani opens the passenger door for her. She climbs inside, relieved to be off her feet.

But before he closes the door, he bends down to look her in the eyes.

“You good?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

“He didn’t touch you or nothing?”

“No, Ajani. I’m good.”

With a nod, he shuts the car door and walks over to his side before sliding behind the wheel.

The drive to his apartment is quiet for the first few minutes. Even his music plays low over the speakers.

She watches his side profile, noting the lowness of his eyes and the way his shoulders sag.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes don’t leave the road, but his brows furrow. “For what?”

She only shrugs, the small action enough to garner his attention for just a second.

“You ain’t do shit. That nigga was just a creep.”

“Yeah,” she exhales.

“Shit, but I definitely shouldn’t be driving right now.” He drags a hand down his face. “Just tryna get in my fuckin’ bed.”

Licking her lips, Diamanté busies her hands by toying with her phone. “Are you really tired?”

He gives her a quick side eye as a lazy smile presents on his face.

“Depends … what you tryna do?”

She looks forward at the nearly empty road ahead of them. Then she shrugs.

“Yeah, I seen the way you was looking at me back at the restaurant... Lil’ freaky ass.”

She laughs just a bit. “It’s been a couple days … what do you expect?”

He scoffs, leaning back in his seat as he leaves one hand on the wheel. “You really sumn else,” he says low, rubbing his chin.

Chewing on her lower lip, she stares at him as a thought brews in her head. Her silence cause him to look her way.

“What you thinkin’ ‘bout over there?”

She releases her bottom lip. Her eyes drop to his lap.

“Can I touch it?”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Could do whatever you want … it’s yours.”

With caution, she slowly reaches over the console and spreads her hand over his lap. She traces the barely-hard length through his jeans.

He retains his composure even as he struggles to focus on driving properly.

“You smelled so good today,” she whispers.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out. “So fucking good. She laughs softly, pulling a smile out of him.

The more she rubs up on him, the harder he gets. She licks her lips and reaches over with the other hand to unbutton his jeans and zip them down.

She slips a hand between the layer of his jeans and his boxers, feeling him up through the thin fabric.

“When we was at the restaurant, I was thinking of last weekend, when I stayed over.”

Cradling the underside of his dick, her thumb swipes over his fat tip. Excitement races through her as she feels every curve of the mushroom-shaped head.

A faint twitch makes her smile bigger.

“How you was fucking me.”

Her voice slightly lifts at the end of her sentence, as if the thought alone was enough to get her going.

He found that shit so sexy.

Her thumb continues to rub circles into him. However, she also begins to squeeze him in her palm.

Ajani shifts in his seat, his legs widening on their own.

“Fuck, you were so deep, baby.”

She’s squeezing him harder, her little hand working his tip.

“So fucking deep—“

He barely hears the tiny moan that slips out. It takes his attention off of the road for a couple of seconds.

Just long enough for him to catch her with her other hand now between her own legs, dress hiked up around her waist.

He quickly looks away. The sight sends another rush of blood to his dick, and she can feel it as he pulses in her hand.

As one of her hands feels along his length, the other presses against the seat of her damp panties. The pressure pulls a shiver out of her.

“Oh, shit,” she gasps, quietly. “Fuck, I still have to pee.” Her thighs clamp around her wrist as she remembers her plight.

He glances at her again, trying to fight the melting of his brain as she continues to get him off.

“Keep going.”

His raspy voice catches her off guard.

“W-what?”

He licks his lips and swallows, taking a turn onto a major roadway. “Keep touching yourself.”

“I still have to pe—“

“Hold it.”

Her silence earns another look her way.

“I mean it, too. Just got this shit detailed … so don’t fuck up my seats.”

The gentleness of his voice makes her clench.

His head almost falls back when a tight pressure surrounds his balls. It’s hard to keep his eyes open.

Kicking off her sandal, Diamanté pulls a leg up onto the seat. Her French-tipped toes dig into the shiny, smooth leather as she opens herself up wider.

She rubs herself through her thin panties with a full hand. As she falls into a rhythm, both of her hands sync together as she pleasures both herself and Ajani.

Her legs open up even wider as she changes from using her full hand to just her middle and ring fingers.

Pushed together, she rubs slow, sloppy circles over her clit. The swollen bud pulses, pushing through her thick folds and even creating a small bump through the thin material.

Her wrist aches, but she doesn’t stop. Her pussy clenched repeatedly and her breathing grows unsteady.

Slow, lazy blinks come before her eyes roll back closed. She whimpers to herself.

Ajani tries not to swerve as his brain tries to focus on two things at once. But, he can’t stop his hips from fucking into her hand—even if just a little bit.

Diamanté sends three, solid smacks to her pussy. Upon the third one, her thigh snap shut and her eyes squeeze closed. Her mouth hangs open as her body freezes.

Before she can stop it, her body lets loose for a split second. Just a tiny stream lets out, creating a small soak-spot into her underwear. Immediately, she regains control, stopping her release.

The pace she’d been able to keep up falters as she grows weak from her own hand.

“Keep going,” he tells her.

She shakes her head first. “I … I can’t.”

“Dia—“

“I can’t, I can’t—“

“Move ya hand.”

He pries her thighs open with his free hand, and snatches hers from between them.

He replaces her with his touch, cupping the fat mound before sliding his fingers against her. He feels the small wet spot, and it makes his dick harder.

“Told you to hold it.” He lays a smack down on her clit, and her legs try to close around his arm.

A louder moan leaves her this time. But, she holds it as best as she can.

“And keep squeezing my shit,” he says, his voice deep and heavy with lust.

Mewling, she gives her focus to his dick. Rubbing and squeezing it. And when that’s no longer enough, she pulls him out of his boxers.

“Shit…” he exhales in relief.

The hot, length stands stiff in both of her hands. Dribbles of precum run down his length. She’s quick to swipe it up as she twists both hands over him, pulling at the veiny skin.

“Mmh … fuck, baby. J-just like that.”

Ajani doesn’t let that distract him, however. Hand between her legs, he rubs his middle finger over her protruding clit.

She almost cries out as he neglects to touch her, keeping her underwear between them.

His pointer finger drops down to join the middle. And he pinches her bud. She yelps out.

“Hold it,” he says, pinching harder. “Hold it.”

Her head falls back as she cries out. The dam is about the break, she can feel it.

Her body goes numb for half a second, and then she feel the wet spot spread just a tiny bit bigger.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming—“

He cups her once more, feeling her clench down on nothing in his hand. The pink G-string clings to her lips, conforming to their shape.

Her hands freeze around his dick, unable to focus on him as she tries to keep herself from finishing completely over his seats.

“We almost there … almost there,” he soothes, turning into his building’s parking lot.

After regaining her composure, Dia tucks him back in his pants and zips him back up.

Ajani removes his hand as he parks in his designated spot, giving her the chance to fix herself.

When they get out the car, it’s a bit of relief. However, Ajani still has to make it to his apartment without being caught with this boner.

Watching Dia walk ahead of him to get into the main building, he gets an idea.

It’s hard to concentrate as they stand there waiting for the elevator. There’s no one in the lobby, but that doesn’t make her any less nervous.

Standing, her backside pressed to his front, she feels his dick poking at her.

Ajani’s so hard, it almost aches. He kisses his teeth, and his hand on her hip squeezes harder.

“Where this fuckin’ elevator at? Not tryna be waiting here all night.”

As he talks, his hips move just a bit, pushing his dick harder into the fat of her ass. It’s not helping, honestly.

But, much to her relief, the elevator finally arrives with a sharp ding. They walk in and Ajani is quick to press the button to the eleventh floor.

It seems like time slows as the shaft achingly climbs the floors. Dia doesn’t get to watch the numbers change as a hand comes around her neck and squeezes—her eyes flutter shut.

“Can’t wait to ruin yo shit,” he whispers in her ear. “Have you bouncing on my dick.”

She moans softly as his hand tightens.

He sucks his teeth. “Matter fact—“

It must be the liquor that has him doing this, and what’s got her letting it happen.

In one second, she’s bent over, her hands bracing the wall before her as he stands behind.

“Should just fuck ya lil’ ass in here.”

He smacks her left cheek before rutting into her. He spreads her ass with both hands, rubbing his clothed dick into her core.

“O-oh fuck,” she whimpers. The friction has her legs trembling.

“Keep fuckin’ moaning,” he pants, fucking against her. His eyes almost roll back and his balls tighten in his pants.

“Baby—“

Slapping a hand over her mouth, she tries to keep quiet … and from cumming.

Backing up just an inch, he instead holds her by her waist and bounces her hard against him. She almost wails, her pussy craving to be filled.

But her torture ends soon as the elevator dings again, announcing their arrival to the eleventh floor. They waste no time getting out and making their way to his front door.

When they come to it, he hands her his keys as he remains behind her. She almost fumbles them, her hands shaking.

He grabs onto her hips again, gripping tightly.

“Hurry up … you’on feel that?”

The gravel of his voice makes her shiver, and the way his dick is pressed into her ass almost makes her eyes roll back.

His face drops into the crook of her neck and shoulder to press a kiss into her warm skin.

“He missed you, baby.”

The slight slur in his voice drives her crazy. But, not more than the way he presses his hips harder against her.

Click, the door goes as she finally unlocks it. The rush of air that hits them as she pushes it open is refreshing. It clears her senses for just half-a-second before her brain is plunged back into a hot pool of lust.

Ajani’s got his hands on her, spinning her around to press a wet kiss onto her lips. A heavy moan slips out of her as he squeezes her throat.

He sucks on her tongue like it’s his only lifeline, enjoying the taste of her spit too much.

His free hand encircles her waist and heads down to grip as much fat as it could.

The burn of his grip has her clenching in her panties. He pulls out of the kiss just to look her in the eyes.

“Take this stupid ass dress off before I rip it.”

His grip on her throat tightens and she feels herself go dumb a little bit. She nods.

He lets go of her completely, just to watch her pull the black dress over her head.

All she’s got on is that tiny ass, pink G-string, no bra. The fabric is drenched with a wet stain as it clings to her. And her lips are damn near spilling out of it.

“Not even gonna be able to walk when I done with you,” he mumbles, staring at her as he squeezes his dick through his pants.

“Wait, I wanna do something else first.”

Diamanté’s gaze drops to the hard outline of his dick—so thick and long.

“Yeah?” He looks at her with low eyes, paying keen attention to the outline of her fat pussy. “What you tryna do?”

She starts towards him, walking slow.

“I wanna suck it.”

His brows lift as an inkling of a smile is on his lips. “Oh, word?”

“Yeah.”

She stops right before him. A gentle push to his chest sends a big enough of message—he falls back onto his couch. And his eyes follow her as she gets down on her knees before him.

She crawls to him, sitting between his legs. Even pushes them apart wider. He almost shivers at her delicate touch on his knees.

“Would you let me?”

She blinks up at him as her hands snake their way up his thighs and into his lap. He slips further down into the couch, biting his lip as he watches her undo his pants for the second time tonight.

She gets a peek of those grills again, and she just finds them so sexy.

“Awe shit, baby, you could do whatever you want…”

His aid comes as he lifts his hips as she drags the heavy denim down his legs. Drunken giggles pour out from her lips as she eyes his print through his boxers.

Even through the thin fabric, the familiar heat of her palm makes his dick twitch. He has to stop himself from humping into her hand as she grips along his length.

Her laughter melts away as she watches his face with a luring smile.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

He almost doesn’t even hear her soft voice. But when he does, he looks down and notices the dark spot on his boxers.

“Shit … that’s all you,” he mumbles. His eyes bore into her as she pulls him out of his underwear.

He’s stiff and heavy in her hand. Her smaller fingers squeeze him just a bit tighter, a weak attempt at trying to get a better grip on him.

It amuses him, seeing how the tips of her fingers don’t even meet when they’re around him.

The warmth blossoming under his skin goads her to run a fist over his length.

“You know how to do it?” he asks her.

She nods before looking back up at him. Looking into his eyes, she can tell that he’s fighting to stay present.

But with the liquor in both their systems, and lust running through their bodies, she can understand how difficult that must be for him.

“You don’t gotta … take it all,” he swallows.

His thigh twitches; Her tongue laves against the underside of the warm, soft tip. She holds him as she circles her tongue around the head, shining it with her spit.

“Fuck,” he hisses softly, body melting into the couch cushions.

She brushes her tongue against him, picking up a perfect bead of precum just as it dribbles out.

He inhales, shifting in the seat. “Spit on my shit.”

Puckering her lips, she spits it back out on his tip and spreads it across his skin.

“Yeah,” he breathes out.

Holding him at the base, she takes his head back into her mouth. His stomach swoops and his breath stutters.

Diamanté almost giggles, feeling his tip pulse in her mouth. She pulls off of him with a pop.

She repeats the action a couple of more times, going pop … pop … pop! She enjoys too much how he groans above her.

“Stop playing, baby, c’mon.”

The sound of him begging makes her clit pulse.

“Okay, okay,” she says softly, batting her lashes up at him.

Taking a deep inhale, she places her mouth back over the head. Slackening her jaw, she slowly descends his length.

“Awe … shiii,” he stares down at her in shock.

Already, her jaw aches, having to accommodate his size. She gets about halfway.

“Mmmh.”

The vibration of her hums make his toes curl. He jumps with a hiss. The movement gags her, and the sound only arouses him.

“T-take your time, baby—“ he grunts. “You don’t gotta—“

He chokes on his own words as he watches her continue to swallow him with a bit of effort. The sight has him clutching the couch cushions.

Her throat constricts around his dick as she bottoms out. She nuzzles her nose against the small bush of dark curls at his base.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, shifting his hips a bit.

Her eyes flutter close as she relishes the heavy weight her throat holds. His dick twitches, pulling a soft gag out of her.

He loves the sound.

Spit seeps from her mouth, dripping down his length. Trying to swallow around him is difficult.

Carefully, she lays her head against his open lap. She exhales through her nose, trying to relax as she suckles on him.

It’s almost addicting, having his dick stuff her mouth to the brim. She’s content … until she remembers her own arousal.

Her knees burn, but nevermind that. She brings a hand between her thick thighs, whimpering as she caresses herself.

The pads of her fingers slide back and forth over the soaked scrap of fabric covering her pussy.

Her thighs clench around her wrist. But still, she continues, sliding the tips of her acrylic nails against her aching pearl.

He watches her eyes open for just a second, only to showcase how they roll back. Her shoulders twitch.

“You touchin’ yourself?”

She barely nods as another twitch rakes throughout her body.

The already wet patch of her panties grows warmer as she leaks more arousal. Her fingers rub harder and her pussy spasms.

“Mmh—“

She whines around his dick, and his hips stutter.

“So fuckin’ nasty,” he groans. “Like my dick in your mouth.”

Another whimper.

Peeling a hand from the armrest of the couch, Ajani reaches for her straightened hair and gathers it in a tight ponytail.

“Relax your throat,” is his only warning.

Long, slow strokes have her gagging on him. The back or her throat makes wet clicks as his dick fucks the back of her throat.

Tears bubble in Diamanté’s eyes as her head bobs. Shaky fingers push her soaked panties to the side as she rubs through her sticky, creamy folds.

“Look so fuckin’ good like this,” he says through gritted teeth.

She plays in her mess, webs of cream sticking to the pads of her fingers and her pink clit.

His hold around her hair tightens and his pace quickens. Her gags become harsher and louder as he face-fucks her.

A squeal sounds at the back of her throat as she DJs herself quickly. Her chest stutters as it gets harder to breathe with her choking on him.

Her body tightens then releases; She sprays against her fingers and the hardwood floor. The hard stream catches his ears, making him sit up to watch.

The whites of her eyes are the only things that show as she cups herself between her legs.

A gooey mess of her spit and his precum drip down his balls and even her face, droplets falling on her bare chest.

“Shit, baby … awe shit,” he groans, head thrown back and mouth dropped open.

His stomach clenches as his brows pull together.

“I’m bout’a … c-cum—fuck.”

He pushes her head all the way down, holding her there as he fucks up into her. She tightens her throat around him, sending him over the edge.

Ropes of cum shoot down her throat, sending her pulling off of him in a coughing fit.

When she calms, she pulls her hand from between her shaking thighs. It’s messy with the remnants of her cream and squirt.

She wraps it around him and spits his cum back on his dick.

It’s a bubbly, frothy mess. She jerks him off, milking him for the rest of his release as she mixes their cum and her spit together.

“So fuckin’ dirty,” he rasps, his body sagging against the chair.

The squelches of her fist over his dick is music to their ears. Her hand glides with ease as she squeezes him tighter.

“Beatin’ my shit so good.”

Breathy laughter pours out of her as she sticks out her tongue and flattens it. Staring into his low eyes, she taps his dick against the bed of her tongue.

She slides the pink muscle against him before flicking it twice against his leaky slit. He shivers beneath her, and she feeds off the reaction.

Taking his head back into her mouth, she sucks on it with her lips as she digs out his slit with her tongue.

He’s a whining mess as she overstimulates him.

“Fuck baby … fuuuck baby—fuck babyy—“

Ajani’s head falls back against the cushions and his eyes roll back. He opens his mouth to cry out:

“F-fuuuuuck—“

Lifting from him quickly, she taps him against her tongue as he erupts. His cum paints the pink muscle in white ropes.

“So good,” she hums, still tugging at him.

His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath and calm his beating heart. His ears ring and his vision’s got dots.

It takes him too long to return back to earth, as if she had hard reset him.

But, that’s not where their night ends—far from it, actually.

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wonton4rang · 7 months ago

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Kiss and make up ¡!

pairing: bnd legal line x gn!reader

warnings: smut +18, some toxic behaviour (ig idek atp), cursing, unprotected sex (be safe y'all 😔) and I think that's about it, lmk if I missed anything.

genre: smut. ♡

summary: how would be make up sex with boynextdoor members (legal line - everyone but woonhak)

note: I was going to post an ask I got ready for today but tumblr kinda glitched and it delete half of it so I need to re-write and edit it again :'( please enjoy this as an apology <3

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sungho; make up sex with him can be overwhelming, and it most likely will, there could be two reasons for it: he is sooooo sorry for everything that he keeps whispering little "sorry, baby" into your ear or he's still kinda mad and just fucks you out of despair. either one you will feel so good and full that you will forgive him for anything you got mad for in the first place. it was sungho and his strong body and gifted cock against you, tbh who would go against that? his pretty foxy eyes looking down on you with so much appreciation, his lips glossy due to your own saliva and his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. he was so hot and it was just a small disagreement anyways, nothing you guys couldn't talk about after you were stuffed full like a pillow.

riwoo; i see him into some dynamic type of sex, nothing crazy but something that would consume lots of energy, like fucking you in some odd yet pleasant position with no rest, your knees numb and your arms trembling, but when it's make up sex he would be the sweetest and most cliche person, laying you on your back and caressing your cheeks while he left a trail of kisses all over your face, neck and your collarbone, mumbling how pretty you were and how much he hated to fight with you. he's just so sweet and good for you :(( you guys definitely talk about things and get to a solution together, it might be even faster than with other members since i feel like riwoo will understand and make his point clear so that it can be solved accordingly and fast.

jaehyun; he's crying. but not like a few tears shed, he's crying his eyes out whenever you guys have an argument about anything and everything and he really doesn't wanna see you afterwards because he feels so wronged. but when you knock on the door of your shared bedroom after giving him some space, he would make a light pout, looking away so you can know that he's still mad. it only took you two minutes of "baby, I'm sorry, it was not my intention to yell at you. It's not your fault that I'm stressed and I'm sorry I let it out on you, can you please forgive me?" and he will, cause jaehyun is like a little puppy to you, he would never say no, better yet, his answer was "i forgive you, y/n, how 'bout I help you getting rid of that stress, hm?" and then he made you come around his cock twice, giving you a third orgasm while eating you out and softly giggling at your wasted look, kissing you before helping you get a relaxing bath and then tuck you in bed.

taesan; I think I've said this before but I don't see him as a highly sex-drived person, not really understanding all the hype about it, yes, it was good and he loved to fuck you and make love to you, but it was not his top priority. yet I do believe he has his triggers. so when you guys got into this heated argument he realized something: he found your angry self very appealing, the way you yelled at him and pushed his chest making him grin a little bit at the fact that he could tower you and stop you in any moment but you felt that you controlled him. the whole discussion was about some girl that held his arm earlier and he did not move her, you were furious cause you knew how much he hated physical contact with most people and letting that random girl do it like that? you raged. "is this funny to you?" you said, getting him back from his thoughts. "she's no one, love, but I can show you why you are mine right now" you were confused, not following his words are they were so out of place. "you're so hot when you get cold" was the last thing he said before taking you into a deep kiss that ended up with you crying out his name while he made love slowly to you, pounding your cunt full while his soft and wet lips kissed your face. taesan was yours, all yours, no else mattered to him, he did not have any interest in other girls. it was you, you were his one and only.

leehan; where do I even start? he would listen to everything you have to say, quietly nodding to the points you're making and chewing his cheek to avoid saying anything stupid that would interrupt your failed version of an apology, because right now all he can think about is the away your boobs wiggle under your loose large tshirt with every move that your hands do, your tights looking so pretty that he couldn't avoid staring and you noticed, snapping your fingers in his face and rolling your eyes when he just smirked at you, throwing his hair back and sitting comfortably in the couch before spreading his legs a little bit. "if you're so sorry you could show me with actions, y/n" he was so cocky that you couldn't even be mad at him, straddling in his lap and moving your panties aside when he took his dick out and aligned it with your soaked entrance. "you're going to fuck me so good, aren't you, baby?" a soft kiss was pressed in your lips and he leaned back to let you ride the shit out of him. the so called argument long gone.

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Hope you guys enjoyed!! <33

#boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor scenarios #boynextdoor smut #boynextdoor x reader #leehan smut #leehan x reader #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #riwoo smut #riwoo x reader #taesan x reader #taesan smut #sungho x reader #sungho smut

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aizawasbrazybaby · 10 months ago

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❥𓂃𓏧 Feel My Touch

𖦹Warnings: Gyno!Nanami x Fem!Reader, p in v sex, Oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, mention of spit, pet names (reader is called beautiful), Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Choking

𖦹Word Count: 1.7K

🫧: So because of my job and random ass hours my upload days are Saturday. I’m working on my SDV fics too ʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ.Btw this is barely edited so sorry for any mistakes

ᐕSummary: You’ve never experienced an orgasm but a new doctor has you feeling new things…

Beads of sweat threatened to slide down your temples as you waited. Anticipating that new nerve riling sensation that’s been eating at your lower abdomen for the past week. When you first felt it you assumed it was one of those normal infections women usually get. But the symptoms weren’t the same in the slightest. There was no itching, burning while urinating or thick white substance. This feeling was foreign and indescribable.

Your ears perked as you heard your name being called. The lady flashed a smile, her short brown hair pulled back, “right this way.” She led you to one of the rooms further to the back and passed you a gown that was commonly used in hospitals, “change into this and the doctor will be in shortly to assist you.”

You sent her a curt nod and a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, “thank you.”

Once the door clicked shut an eerie silence you were used to fell over the room. You stripped down to your skin, stuck your arms through the sleeves and tied a bow with the loose strings. Music blasted through the speaker of your phone from the tiktok videos. Minutes passed, longer than you expected, before three knocks echoed in the room and your posture straightened.

“Good evening,” Nanami smiled.

One glance at him and that feeling. That fucking feeling hammered throughout your body. Stronger than you’ve ever felt. Traveling from your quick beating heart all the way to your cunt. Your hand absentmindedly touched your belly attempting to pinpoint this emotion, “hi.”

“______ ______ right?” He closed the door behind him and sat in the round rolling seat, “Dr. Nanami, nice to meet you.”

“Where is Dr. Shoko? I made an appointment with her.”

His eyebrows twitched as he refrained from saying what really came to mind first, “she asked me last minute to stand in for her for more hands-on experience as I am no longer training under her. Shoko claimed to have sent an email to all of her patients last night.”

You grimaced internally knowing it was mixed in with the other hundreds of unopened emails, “oh..”

“For obvious reasons if you don’t wish to continue with this appointment that’s completely understandable and you’ll be refunded in full.”

“That’s okay I don’t mind,” you said, unable to look away from his breathtaking features. You attempted to partially explain how you felt without tripping over your words and stuttering. Yet there was no luck in that department.

He stood to lean your seat back, “are you pregnant or think you might be?”

“No.”

“Have a husband or partner?” His eyes shot to your ringless finger.

“Single.”

“Now ____ when was the last time you’ve had sex?” He guided your legs apart, securing each calf in the raised holders. He couldn’t stop his eyes from wondering low enough to see the slick on your thighs.

Your hands rubbed you eyes, which he was thankful for, as you answered the question, “bout eight years ago..I think…I’m not quite sure it was one time with one guy and I didn’t really enjoy it.” Which was true. The guy who’s name you didn’t care to remember snuck you to one of the rooms during a house party full of drunks. The only reason you agreed to lose it was because you wanted to see what the hype was about. Why all your friends enjoyed fucking people.

Nanami passed you a square hand sized mirror, “according to Shoko all of your tests from last month came back clear and it says you scheduled due to odd sensations, tell me what’s going on with that.”

Your eyes hit the ceiling and you took a deep breath, “it’s complicated. There’s this clear liquid that keeps coming out and a strange feeling down there. It aches but not in a painful way. It's gonna sound weird but it kind of feels good.” The doctor sat quietly.

assessing maybe?

“I can explain but I need you to hold the mirror so you can see what I’m doing..I like for new patients to watch so they have a better understanding.” Gloved hands snaked to your hips pulling you lower. His thumbs rubbed up and down your spread lips smearing the essence around and stopping before your clit. A low hum of pleasure escaped, causing you to cover your mouth. “It’s fine to make noise, it's normal..no one will hear you except me.”

“What is that?” a thin glistening line connected to your body and his finger.

“Arousal,” his middle finger rubbed circles on your clit, “that sensation you keep feeling. Sometimes it’s for no reason, other times it’s because you come across something or someone you find sexually desirable. Miss._____ ,” your pussy clenched around nothing and you sucked in a hard breath, “do I happen to suit your taste?” You nodded knowing a moan was at the tip of your tongue. “That’s very good, because you suit mine.”

“That feels really n-nice.”

The wheels on the chair inched him close enough that you felt his breath on your messy cunt. Removing his gloves he worked two fingers into you, watching them disappear slowly. His other hand pawed at the growing tent of his pants, “do you ever pleasure yourself?”

“N-no,” you hummed, “I d-don’t know h-how never tried.”

The corner of his lips rose ever so slightly. One blink and you would miss it, “There’s different ways to go about it. A lot of women like to finger themselves like this,” he pulled his hand back and drilled them in deep. Curling the tips in the process. Your moans drowned out the white noise from the old office light above head. Nanami’s thumb met your clit again, finding the pace that made your eyes roll to the back of your sockets. A white cream gathered in the nook of his digits.

“What,” you tried to catch your breath, “what the fuck was that what just happened?”

“That was an orgasm,” he pushed the ugly gown higher, “do you need some water we still have a few more things to go over?” His mouth wrapped around his fingers licking them clean.

“No,” you spat wanting nothing more than his hands all over you. Wanting him all over you.

He chuckled, “another way you could do it is oral sex. Even if you don’t have a partner to perform it on you there are toys designed for this purpose.” Nanami released his erection smearing his precum round his tip. From the mirror you watched him touch himself. God did you have the perfect angle. Spit fell from his mouth straight to his pretty cock head and his pale hand pumped agonizingly slow.

“Doctor,” you whispered not expecting him to hear you. His blond locs were the last thing you saw before his lips were latched on your pussy. Devouring every last drop. He moaned as your cold fingers ruined his neat hair. “Just like t-that Nanami,” your hips were uncontrollably grinding into his tongue. The last guy didn’t try this but merely pounded your pussy sloppily only caring to get himself off.

Sweat gathered at your hairline and your heart quickened. A coil formed and only grew tighter as Nanami sucked your clit. He gripped the base of dick stopping his pace altogether. He picked up all the indicators that you were so so close to cuming for him. And he wanted to time it perfectly. “Fuckkk Nanamiii,” your body tensed and accidentally scrunched up his hair a grip too tight. He let out a deep long moan that pushed you over the edge. Your cum coated the inside of the doctor's mouth making his eyes widen. Globs of his release splattered on the floor. More than he has seen in a while.

Nanami rose to his feet, planting a foot on a protruding part of the chair. To his advantage the medical seat was low enough to align his dick to you. His cock slid between your saturated folds milking the last couple droplets of his pleasure.

“The last way,” he grunted, “dildo’s but nothing beats the real thing. May I?”

“Put it in,” you stopped short of begging for him to fuck you. It slipped in with more ease than you expected despite his size. His hands felt up every inch of your body making sure not to miss a spot. He hunched over and slipped his tongue in your mouth relishing in the remnants of yourself.

Nanami’s teeth grazed down your chest, “did he feel this good fucking you? Did he touch you the way I did?”

“Uh uh,” you writhed under him, holding on to his white jacket as his hips bucked into yours. He pushed deeper, holding himself in place. He was getting close to cuming again. Too close. And by the way you were wrapping around him he wanted to last as long as possible with you. A caressing hand stroked your cheek then slid down to your neck. Your eyes filled with white for the third time. Though you pushed him weakly he pulled out completely. Watching in absolute bliss as you squirted all over him and leaving visible wet marks on his light colored clothing.

His mouth hung open in amusement. He’s never hooked up with a woman who squirts only dreamed of it. And how he felt so foolish to think you’d last long after never experiencing an orgasm. To hell with making himself last.

“So fuckin beautiful,” he said before choking you, sliding his cock into your gushing cunt. He fucked himself so deep in your pussy the only way to move was back. Retracting his hips he pounded quick but it was enough to send you into overdrive. Squealing from the overstimulation. “Squeeze it beautiful,” he panted through the strokes. You did so and in an instant you felt his dick emptying itself. Neither of you moved for a minute or two until he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. He sat up fixing the both of you before pulling a clipboard off the small desk.

“Miss._____ I’m going to schedule you for another visit in exactly two weeks from today for…some test.”

#nanami x poc!reader #nanami x black!reader #poc reader #black women #black reader #dark skin #brown skin #light skin #black female reader #black writers #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #poc writers

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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Hungman - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake's camboy endeavors are not unbeknownst to you, and one day you take him up on a teasing offer to join

Requested: ohhh how about thoughts on camboy Jake (screen name Hungman) whose best friend walks in on him after a show and he jokingly invites her to join him next time. she accepts (shocking Jake bc she’s lil miss sweet, shy, good girl) and when it comes show time he finds out just how nasty his bestie can be (I’m talking her begging him to be mean and nasty and “spank me daddy please!!!” which blows his mind). he makes bank that night and invites her back to his bed anytime. show or not.

Contents/Warnings: best friend/roommate!jake, smut (minors dni), rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), AFAB/fem!reader, ever-so-slight degradation, p in v but from the back, penetration, no mention of protection, teasing/joking daddy kink (she says it once to piss him off so it's not really a kink i don't think), camboy!jake

WC: 2.8K / navigation

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

"Jake, I found the rub you were looking for last week, it was only- woah!"

You come to a screeching halt in the doorway, watching as your roommate doesn't seem rushed at all to cover up his bare lower half. He's got a lazy smirk on his face, standing with his sweat-slicked chest on display as his hands hover almost uselessly over his dick.

"Oh, good," He nods, holding eye contact with you as your gaze threatens to slip lower, "Meat for dinner tonight. then. Sorry," He apologizes a moment too late, glancing down at his bare form, "Stream ended late."

"No worries," You give him a small smile, bag clutched tighter in your hands, "Sometimes I forget you do those things, m'never here to see 'em."

"Oh, yeah? You wanna be?" Jake chuckles, reaching for a towel while keeping one hand still over his cock. As big as his hand is, it's no use there.

"Wouldn't mind joining," You shrug, "It would be nice to have some extra pocket cash."

"Joining?" Jake's laugh is even more incredulous now, and he rubs the towel through his sweaty hair rather than wrapping it around his midsection, "Darlin', the day you join me is the day I'll keel over in shock."

You march towards Jake's room clad in tight lingerie, black lace snug to your skin.

"Get ready to keel over," You command, stepping over a stray sock in his doorway, "Ready to do this thing?"

"Woah!" Jake's eyes widen as he turns, clad in only tight briefs. It gives you a very intimate view of his clothed cock, and all of a sudden the fabric seems a lot tighter.

"What's the plan?" You ask, readjusting the strap of your bra, "Just, drop down on the floor and fuck like rabbits?"

"Y/N," Jake breathes, chest heaving with shock, "What- what are you doing?"

"You said I could be here," You huff, cocking a hip out and crossing your arms, making your tits pop, "What, you changed your mind? I wasn't kidding, I need money."

"You're really joining?" Jake asks, face the picture of a disgruntled Ken doll.

"No, Jake," You sneer, narrowing your eyes, "I was actually planning on going for a walk in the park. Just wanted to see if you'd join me."

"Alright, alright," Jake's shoulder slump from where they're tensed at his ears, "No need to get snippy, missy."

You see his dick twitch. He likes snippy.

After a bout of awkward silence, Jake gestures to a camera set up on his desk.

"Camera's there," He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, "Not on yet, though. We're gonna go live, so I can't edit out your face. You got a mask, or something?"

"Nah," You shake your head, "Not unless you want me wearing your helmet."

"That's-" Another dick twitch, briefs straining to contain him, "-not a bad idea. But I probably shouldn't use government-issued equipment for porn."

"No fun," You lament, striding over to the bed and crawling onto the mattress on your hands and knees. You're fully presented to him, ass up and head down, wriggling your hips as you wait for the beep of the camera.

"So," You shimmy, "Anytime soon, big guy?"

"You're really ready for this?" Jake asks, hovering by the camera with an uncertain gaze.

"Just-" You huff, straining to meet his eye with a desperate look in your own, "Fuck me, Jake!"

His eyes darken, his jaw clenches, and you swear his briefs nearly rip.

"Okay," He murmurs, low and dangerous, and you hear the click of the camera's recording button.

"You," Jake drawls, sidling up behind you and gripping your hips in his strong hands, "Have been a very naughty girl."

You scoff at his stereotypical porno-style dialogue, playing along anyways, "Oh, yeah? What did I do, daddy?"

You hear his breathing hitch, and his fingers dig harder into your flesh.

"You've been watching my streams," He murmurs, dangerous and accusatory. Your stomach bottoms out, you have. You aren't sure how he's figured you out, but you have, and until now, you'd thought you were getting away with it. He wasn’t hard to find, and you have to give him credit for his creative screen name: Hungman.

"All this time," He hums, slowly smoothing his hand over the fleshy globes of your ass, "You've been buried under the covers in your room, those pretty little hands of yours sinking in your cunt, huh?"

Then, after a moment of silence, he hums, "Yeah?"

You nod, almost shamefully, and you're given a sharp smack to the ass in response.

It makes you cry out, and your voice blends with Jake as he roars, "Answer me!"

"Yes!" You yelp, breathing heavy as you push your ass further towards him, in search of another surge of pleasure, "Yes, I- I've been watching your videos."

"And last week," He drawls, rubbing your sore ass with his massive, rough hand, "Caught me damn near naked. You think I didn't see how flustered you were? Think I didn't notice how tense those shoulders were, huh?" Jake's large hand moves up your back, squeezing at your tight shoulder. You gasp at the feeling, his fingers prodding at sensitive muscles.

"This whole time," He stalks around to the front of the bed, cock out and hard near your face. It makes your mouth water; you nearly choke on your drool.

"This whole time you've been thinkin' about me, haven't you?" Jake asks, running a soft hand through your hair, "Fingers buried in that wet cunt of yours, stuffin' a shirt- my shirt in your mouth to stop from moanin'."

"How do you-" You stammer, but Jake cuts you off, hand tightening in your hair.

"I saw you." He reveals, "'Came in to give you your laundry. You left the door open, baby. Did you want me to see?"

"No," You shake your head, but it doesn't go far with his hand in your hair, "No, I- I didn't know you were home."

"Didn't know," Jake scoffs, dick stiff, "I walk like a damn elephant, Y/N. You knew."

"I didn't mean for you to see me," You insist, but oh, you did, "Honest, Jake, I swear!"

"Don't swear," He sneers, letting go of your hair to lean over and swat at your ass again, "This is what you wanted, baby. This is it," He slips a hand under his hard cock, pushing it towards your face, "Take it, darlin'. Take it, this is what you wanted."

You lean to the side, tongue already out in anticipation of taking Jake's dick into your mouth. But the second before you can get a taste, though, he backs away a step, leaving you open-mouthed and whining.

"Look at that," He chuckles, reaching with his free hand to grip your jaw, thumbs hollowing out your cheeks, "So desperate. You opened right up for me, baby."

"Mhm," You struggle to speak through the grip Jake has on your cheeks, "Yeah. Want your- your cock, Jake."

"Filthy," He scoffs, releasing your face to land yet another smack against your ass. You let out a broken whine through pursed lips, but you feel the head of Jake's cock bump them, and you're opening your mouth eagerly once more.

"Take it," He scoffs, "You want it so damn bad. There," He jerks his hips forward, jamming his dick so far into your mouth that it's nearly down your throat, "That good enough for you, baby? That what'cha wanted?"

"Mhm," You nod vigorously, mouth subsequently sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. "Thank you," You pant around his length, words mumbled and drooly, "Thank you, Jake."

"Good manners," He praises you with a cocky glance towards the camera, "Showing off for the audience?"

You give your hips a wiggle for the camera, and your ass jiggles with the movement. Jake groans, fisting a hand in your hair once more, "Come on baby, don't tease."

He tugs you further onto his cock with the hand he's tangled in your hair, and your throat constricts without warning, an involuntary gag. You choke, spluttering and coughing as he barely lets up, hand not only pulling your head forwards but pushing it down, too, fully taking your mouth with his hard length.

You run your tongue against the underside of his cock and curl it up around the tip. It's difficult to do with how deep he's buried inside your mouth, but you rear back against his hold and take a gulp of fresh air with the motion of your tongue. When your wet muscle flicks through his slit he hisses, hand nearly ripping your hair out.

"God," He gasps, this time using his grip on your hair to pull you off of his cock, grunting and groaning as you chase after him with your mouth, "Ease up, darlin'. Easy, I- I've gotta get inside you."

The only way you'll let him take his cock out of your mouth if is he puts it inside of you. You go limp, knees already tired and arms even worse. But nothing deters you from the excitement of being fucked from behind by Jake.

When you feel his large, rough fingers tug at the strap of your panties, you expect them to ghost over your ass. But they plunge for your cunt instead, prodding at the end of your slit.

"Ah!' You seize up, stiff as you try getting a glimpse of him, "Jake, I-"

"I don't have the patience to work you open," Jake apologizes, thumbing gently over your tight asshole, "Your cunt's already wet, darlin', just- god," His fingers hit a gush of slick and slip easily into your pussy, "I need to be inside you now."

"Okay," You nod, panting as Jake's fingers nudge roughly at your clit, "Oh, god, Jake, just- fuck me!"

"Don't make me spank you again," He grumbles, one hand guiding his dick towards the end of your slick slit, "I am, brat."

"Yeah?" You wriggle your hips, egging him on, "Can't feel you yet. Maybe you don't have as big of a dick as I thought, cowboy."

Jake chooses to show, not tell. In a quick second, his cock is rammed so far into your cunt, you see stars. Your only warning had been the soft stretch of his thick fingers, but this, this is rough, aggressive, demanding.

"Feel it now?" Jake spits, leaning over your back to sneer against your ear, "'S rippin' your pretty little cunt open, darlin'. Still think it ain't that big?"

"Use it," You grunt, gritting your teeth so that you don't moan. You don't want him to have the satisfaction of getting to you, "Move. Fuck. Me."

You're not the only one good at following orders. Maybe it's the navy training in him, but he's obedient, but he rears his hips back, his thick cock dragging deliciously along the walls of your wet, hot cunt.

He sets a merciless pace, jackhammering his hips into your own hard enough to split right through your cunt and jam his dick up through your throat. His balls slap against your thighs, and the speed at which he rams into you shakes the bed, his headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall.

"There," He grits, breath hot against your shoulder "You happy? You're pretty demanding for a bitch on her hands and knees."

"Harder," You beg, finally letting a strangled moan slip through your lips, "Harder, Jake, I need more!"

"Gonna fuck you through the wall if I go harder," Jake scoffs, nipping at your earlobe. He reaches up to pinch your clit between two rough fingers, twisting and teasing the oversensitive bud, "What about that, baby? That better?"

"Ah! Yes," You gush, drilling your hips backwards as Jake's pinch turns to circles over your clit, "More, Jake, I need- I need more!"

"More," He mimics you, bumping his lips into the side of your temple so that you turn and raise your head to try and meet him. It's killer on your neck, but it's the only way you can mouth desperately at his lips.

"So damn greedy. Is that what you were moanin' into that shirt of mine, darlin'? Beggin' for more, for the real thing?"

"Yes," You pant, lips pressing desperately to his own, over and over again from that awkward sideways angle you're barely able to reach, "Yes, Jake, I- I need you!"

"Tell them," Jake urges, parting from the sloppy side kiss he'd attempted and grabbing your face in his free hand. One is still circling your clit, but that means that his weight is on you, and you're barely able to hold yourself up with him on top. He yanks your head to the side, putting your drool-covered chin and fucked-out face on display. He's wearing a cocky smirk. but you can't see it, and only when your face is in position does he plant his hand back on the mattress and take his weight back.

"I need you, Jake," You moan, pathetic and desperate to the camera. You feel Jake's dick twitch inside of you, and his fingers circle faster at your clit. It sends a surge of arousal so powerful rolling under your belly that you nearly cum right then and there, but it fizzles out to wait for another wave.

"Ah! I need you," You repeat, babbling with a half-open mouth now, "I need you, I need you, I need you so bad, Jake!"

"Agh," He grunts, teeth biting and nipping at your bare shoulder as his hips jerk forwards even faster, a near-impossible pace, "Yeah? Yeah, oh fuck, scream for me, baby, come on."

His cock is rock hard, leaking, twitching, and slamming into your most sensitive spot. You let a steady flow of whimpers and moans fall from your lips, but as Jake's dick pistons harder in and out of you, they turn to screams.

Jake's cum floods your cunt. There's no other word for it than flood, it gushes from his tip and gets slammed into your cunt, having nowhere to go but out. You feel it ooze around his shaft, and it's sticky and hot against the walls of your cunt as he chases his high. He does fuck like a rabbit, hard and fast, and the feeling of him milking his dick in your pussy sends you over the edge with another rolling surge of pleasure.

"Ah!" Your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut and thighs trembling with both the force of your orgasm and the effort of holding yourself up. Your climax makes your cunt spasm, and Jake feels the way your cunt squeezes his cock, clenching relentlessly and sporadically as you get fucked through your own high.

"Oh," He pants against your back, lips pressing to your dewy skin, "Oh- Oh my god,"

"Fuck," You hiss, finally slumping forwards where you'd been arching your hips backwards to get more of Jake's length in your cunt, "Oh, fuck! Jake," You breathe, "I- God, that was good."

"Mhm," He hums, dick still nestled snugly inside your cum-filled cunt as he takes a moment to breathe. His hand falls from your clit, and his forehead presses to your back before he breathes, straightening up and alleviating the pressure of his weight against you.

You have no problem collapsing your elbows and letting yourself slump to Jake's mattress. You're drained, and you can barely remember to keep your face turned towards the camera as Jake pulls out of your cunt. Once he's out, you let your knees straighten, your hips falling to the sheets below.

"Jesus," Jake huffs, thumbing at the puffy lips of your cunt and smearing some of his cum against your ass, "I made a real mess of you, darlin'."

"S'okay," You grunt, too spent to care about any clean-up, "Just- turn off the camera and come lay with me."

You do hear the click of the camera, and a few stray keyboard strokes. But your eyes drift shut, and they only reopen when you feel something warm and wet against your cunt.

You almost wish it was Jake's tongue, but it's not. You're too tired for that now, you think, but it's a suggestion for a later date.

It's a washcloth, and you must have been too hazy to hear the sink water running from the bathroom. Jake cleans up your puffy, stiff entrance, placating you with a warm hand on your thigh when you squirm and hiss at the sensitivity.

"I know," He croons, wiping away the last smear of his cum against your ass, "I know, darlin'. It's over now, you can sleep."

"No," You whine, reaching blindly for him, "You too, cowboy."

"Alright," He chuckles, soft and tired, "C'mere."

He tugs you to one side of his bed, and crawls over you to the other. He gathers you in his arms and you let him, limbs going limp as he tucks you against his chest.

"We made a ton of money," He informs you, lips dotting against the tip of your nose. He rubs his large hands over your back, a soothing gesture that helps you slip further towards sleep, "Come back any time, baby. Camera or no camera."

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aesthetic-bbyg · 1 year ago

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might I request 🫣

an Usopp x ditsy y/n where the reader is.. 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑚, busty, to say the least, and always clings to him (sort of like how Nami does), albeit unaware that the behavior seems to always fluster him

And maybe they end up paired together when everyone splits up to fight someone or whatever, and Uso pulls them aside to hide, obviously, but in a bit of tight spot?

you can edit this however you like, thank you for reading!!

A DAMSAL IN DISTRESS - USOPP

usopp x ditzy,fem!reader

IN WHICH you can’t help but cling onto Usopp, he’s just so cute.

nattie speaks!: AHHHHH I’m so sorry for the wait, I felt so bad that this took way longer then expected so some parts were a bit rushed and a bit shitty🫣🫣. Also, I gave the reader this power, basically like a banshee, she screams and it’s a weapon. It’s only included in a small portion bc I wanted to stay close to what the anon requested!!

USOPP WASNT SURE IF HIS BAD habit of lying constantly was currently a blessing or a curse. You took interest in him after he’d rambled on about escaping the large beast of the sea, the Kraken. Since then you’ve been—he didn’t want to be rude and say obsessive, so..clingy. He’d somehow managed to capture you’re attention with his false stories. You nodded dumbly with big eyes as he dramatized yet another tale, waving his hands around like a maniac while you just giggled.

“Uh-huh, what after?” You leaned closer across the table curiously, your cheek falling to rest on the palm of your hand.

“Then, I took my sword and I sliced his ass from head to toe.” Usopp smirked triumphantly, sucking in a deep breath and releasing as he fell back against the chair. “And that’s the story of how I defeated the monster of the Blue Lagoon.”

“No way!” You gasped, eyes wide with such content, completely unaware of how close your tits were to spilling out of your top. Truth be told, Usopp had dragged out the story as long as possible to see the moment a nipple peaked out. He swallowed before he chuckled, eyes flickering between your bright smile and bouncing breast. “You’re so brave, Uso.” You stood from your seat, walking over to give him a peck on the cheek. “How ‘bout I go get food for my brave Captain, hmm?”

Usopp never nodded his head so quick, both out of being very hungry and because he needed a breather. You had made him so ridiculously flustered, he nearly forgotten to take in air with how close you were. The moment you footsteps faded to enter the kitchen he let out a large sigh. His senses struggling to regulate, all he could think about was you. The sticky gloss that clung to his skin, the sweet scent you left behind, the echo of your giggles in his mind.

He needed to get a grip before he literally exploded. The next few days to Arlong Park would be hell if he couldn’t learn to control himself when around you. But he just couldn’t figure out how it was possible to do that when you pranced around in such low cut shirts and tight bottoms. He didn’t have much time to think about it before you were back, holding two servings of food. You placed it on the large crate that laid between the two of you.

“What did Sanji make?” Usopp questioned, mustering up to the most normal smile he could give.

“Some sort of pasta, dunno, wasn’t really attention.” You shrugged casually, handing him a shimmering silver fork. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, you went unaware of the stolen glances Usopp took of you. He paid far too much attention to your features, especially your most prominent one..but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

You were close to opening your mouth and breaking the silence before Zoro came up, plopping a whiny Buggy between your plates.

“Usopps turn, I’m done.” The swordsman muttered annoyingly, walking away without another word.

“Hey—what!” Usopp shouted back to Zoro, his calls being ignored as the the blue-haired clown chuckled.

“Hiya, pal, nice to see you!” The clown exclaimed with an overly happy tone. “Tell me, have, have you boned pretty babe over here or wh—“

Usopp clamped his hand over the clown mouth, embarrassingly looking over at you, your eyes held an innocent confusion as you stood. “I’ll go ahead and take these to the kitchen, be back!”

Usopp nodded with a smile, waiting for you to be out of ear shot before uncovering Buggy’s mouth. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Shut up.” Usopp mumbled with a flushed face, hiding it by fiddling with his slingshot.

“Oh, c’mon, she’s totally into you and it super fuckin’ obvious in case you couldn’t already see.” The clown commented, “And, hey, I’m not one to give relationship in advice here but you should bone her—“

“Can you stop saying that.” The man snapped quietly as he noticed you approaching. You didn’t sit down, instead placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

“It’s getting dark, Uso, ya wanna head in?” You asked softly, eyes glowing curiously in the moonlight. You shared a space with Nami, but ever since she left you’d didn’t liked sleeping in that empty bed. Instead, you slept next to Usopp every night.

It came as a surprise at first. The midnight sky had caused a dark hue to blanket over the ship. The moon hidden behind indigo clouds, only a few strings of light guided you down to the boy’s chambers. You’d pushed Usopps door open, thankful that it didn’t creak loudly, and slowly entered. You footsteps patting against the hardwood floor, hands out in front of you to navigate the darkness until you felt a soft cushion. You peeled back the blanket and climbed in, without a care in the world except for finding some warmth.

Usopp had felt the bed shift, covers shuffling without him moving which is what caused him to fully awake. He panicked at first, not moving an inch as the person beside him got comfortable. It was until he felt you soft hands caress up his bicep, bare legs entangling with his own, then a sweet sigh that tickled his neck. After a few moments he heard nothing, just your deep breaths as he laid there, completely clueless on what to do. Should he hold you? But that would wake you again wouldn’t it? He chose to go to sleep and see what the next morning held.

And if Usopp wasn’t flustered enough already the next day he was practically dead. Your position had switched in the middle of the night, and so did his. Ass against his hips, his arm draped over your waist, and you back against his firm chest. He wasn’t sure how you two needed in this position but every morning now was like this.

Usopp determined that the best way to continue this routine was if Buggy’s head was shoved into a empty barrel and left there for the night.

“You better bone her if your leaving here—“ The clown angrily shouted before his voice was muffled by the lid sliding over the open top. Usopp let out a sigh, walking over to the sleeping quarters below deck where you’d already gone to get changed for bed.

Your head quirked up at the sound of his approaching footsteps, smiling softly at the sight of him. “We’re nearly there, Uso. It’s best that you get some sleep for the rest of the journey.”

Usopp nodded in agreement, removing his shirt like he always did before bed and climbing into the covers. You shouldn’t be so excited as you are each time you cuddle close to him. It shouldn’t be so rewarded to feel him so close to you as you drift to sleep. Usopp was suppose to be your fellow crew member and nothing more. Yet there was an undeniable feeling that made you cling to him. It made you giddy.

Unbeknownst to you, these feelings struck Usopp tenfold.

“LAND HO!” USOPP EXCLAIMED, ARM raising to point to a spec of land from afar. You lifted your head, squinting to see the bundled up islands from you spot. As you got closer it looked like nothing almost, and when the boat docked it was even worse. The small village looked abandoned, old homes falling apart and grey in color. Most of the plants around were dead, drained of their natural color. One home was even raised above the grown, ripped from the floor and left to rot mid air.

This is when things started to blur together. One moment, you watch in fear, clinging onto Usopps arms. He’s a brave warrior, you thought, surely he’d protect you against the strange atmosphere that this place brought. But the next you were sprinting into the woods, just behind Usopp as a fish man with strangely large lips chased after you.

It was a fight you had no idea on how to win. They were fishman, some of the strongest beings of the world, and here you were running away from one. Even worse, the fish with the huge lips was able to spit out fire with just a sip of his hard drink. There was more than enough evidence to prove that you were screwed.

The boy in front of you turned around, quickly tugging your arm and pulling close, ducked down, rolling to hide behind a fallen tree. You fell atop of Usopp, panting heavily as fishman’s spits barley flew over your head. All went quiet, weirdly quiet but you didn’t dare even blink loudly.

“Hey.” Usopp whispered as you lifted your head from his chest. “Ya think you can scream for me, pretty girl?” You swallowed thickly, nodding, the pure terror of the approaching footsteps muting your voice. “Then wait for my signal, ‘kay.”

Usopp shuffled from under, making it more comfortable for the both, well, mostly you. Being within such a close proximity of your soft skin made him nervous, no amount of comfort was able to calm his nerves. But he ignored the squeezable skin that pressed against his chest, ignored that your core that was hovering just above his dick, ignored the grip on his bicep. He looked at you, waiting for the right moment to give you the sign so the fishman went down once and for all.

You were terrified, that was for sure, but you mustered up some courage to pull the plan off. You felt a tap on your hand, causing to rise up and stare directly at the fishman. But before he could open fire you let out a ear piercing shriek. A wail so loud it launched the fish man backwards. Far enough so he was too distracted in getting up and gaining back his senses to realize that Usopp was sneaking in.

You watched, wide eyed as the fishman sat up, bottle still tightly in his clutch. Usopp loaded in his new invention into his slingshot and directly hit the alcohol. A loud explosion followed, smoke clearing to reveal a motionless fishman.

You laughed in a relief, standing up and slowly approaching the scene.

Usopp shouts in excitement, proudly chuckling at the sight of the smoking body laid motionless on the ground. “Yeah! Take that! The Great Captain Usopp fells yet another notorious villain!” He swallows back his heavy breaths, glancing around. “And..no one’s around to see it.”

“I saw it, Uso!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around him with a giggle. The sheer force of your excitement gave you enough strength to drag him down into your chest. His whole face making contact with your tits while you rambled in content. “Just as brave as you tell in your stories! Gosh, I can’t wait tell everyone how you saved me.” You pull his head up, planting kisses along his cheeks.

The boy puffed his chest out pridefully, smirking despite the blush that littered his cheeks. “What can I say, a great Captain like me never fails to save a damsel in distress.” He hooked an arm around your waist, gazing down at you.

“A reward is much needed after this.” You Pat his chest, smiling softly with such a innocent yet antagonizing look. Without another word, you’d pulled away, waking back in the direction Arlong park.

Usopp stared at your fading figure with furrowed brows. “A reward?”

OMG THIS TOOK WAY TO LONG BUT I WAS LITERALLY GOING BACK ND FORTH W THIS FIC BC I FELT LIKE IT WAS SOO BAD. But I need to release smth so this is it!! I really hoped this lived up to the request, ik i added some of my own elements but ignore that🫣

(sucks dick coquettely)

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece show #straw hats #usopp x reader #usopp #jacob romero gibson #Jacob Romero #agent 00 lookin ahh #but he’s so fiiiine #i’m actually losing it #I need him #he needs me #HIS BICEPS BRO #LIKE I WANT TO LICK THEM #UGHHH #send help #one piece imagine #captain usopp

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cantwritethetword · 10 months ago

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Biceps? Really?

Fic Descript: Superman finds out Batman has a very odd ticklish spot, and of course has to tease Bruce half to death over it.

~A/N - HELLO ONCE AGAIN

Look at me being somewhat consistent with uploads SDJFHKALSDFJHKH amazing what meds can do

I've had these requests in my inbox for aaaaaages (im so sorry) and I feel like I can finally write something for them.

Prompts were:

Please excuse the typos and the "it's ok that this will be s(H)ort" cause that was back when I was like super burnt out AND unmedicated lmao so I was like OH JUST A LIL FIC YOU CAN DO IT but this will be a proper one lmao

Also lmao forgive me for the super boring title I couldn't think of another one.

EDIT: ALSO AGSKAGSKAGD ILL HAVE IT BE KNOWN I USE DARK MODE ON MOBILE THIS WAS ON MY LAPTOP AND IDK HOW TO GET TUMBLR TO BE DARK MODE ON LAPTOP HENCE THE WHITE SCREENSHOTS THANK YOU THAT IS ALL

- Enoy! ~

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"I still..." Bruce huffed as he lay on the floor, glaring at his partner. "Don't get... why you're still so surprised... every time we do this."

Clark, the absolute puppy dog, was still beaming after launching yet another random tickle attack on Bruce. Since first discovering the Batman's hilarious (and quite frankly adorable) little weakness, it was like crack for Clark. Any time he had the opportunity, he launched himself at Bruce and just started squeezing. And, because Bruce was just that damn ticklish, the poor superhero couldn't last ten seconds before crumbling into a flood of chuckles.

"I don't know." Clark grinned. "You don't seem like the ticklish type, is all. Never have."

Bruce rolled his eyes, before starting to stand up. "I am not the ticklish type."

"Uh, oh yes you are!" Clark laughed, reaching to grab Bruce's arm. "And where do you think you're going?"

Normally, Bruce's response to this would be a swift bat (hehe) at Clark's hand to push it away from him as he stood, and an even swifter escape before Clark decided to go for round 2 (it had happened before, and Bruce swore he would've passed out if Clark hadn't taken pity on him).

But this time, whatever way Clark grabbed Bruce's arm, sent electric shivers coursing down Bruce's side. Bruce let out a yelp, and half-collapsed onto one knee.

Clark gasped, his face like a kid on Christmas morning. "No way."

"Clark." Bruce's eye's widened as he pieced together what had just happened. "That wasn't-"

"Wasn't what?" Clark interjected, pulling Bruce closer to him using the aforementioned grabbed bicep.

The tugging motion pressed Clark's fingers right into Bruce's muscle again, forcing a symphony of strange noises, squeaks, and choked laughs out of the absolutely screwed superhero. As Bruce fell, Clark expertly manoeuvered him onto his back (for the second time that day) so that Clark could kneel on his forearms.

"What the hell Kent?" Bruce grunted, pulling his tough-guy facade over his currently anxious and flustered self. "Let me go."

Clark chuckled. "Oh no, we're investigating this."

Bruce cursed under his breath. He remembered Clark's methodical tickle monster days all too well. When Superman himself had him pinned to the floor with no hope of escape, and took his sweet ass time tracing and prodding with various numbers of fingers on any tickle spot that came to mind.

This time would be no different. Clark began with his thumbs, massaging small circles into the very center of Bruce's muscle.

And holy fuck did it tickle.

Bruce's entire torso tried to lift itself off the floor for a moment, his eyes wide in shock at just how bad it was, before his body slammed back onto the floor and flailed. His legs kicked a ticklish drum beat as the highest pitched giggle either man had ever heard escaped his lips.

"Wow you're ticklish here!" Clark laughed over the noise. "I can't believe this is even possible!"

"SHUTUP!" Bruce shouted between bouts of hysterics, twisting his hips from side to side to alleviate the torturous sensations.

"Seriously though," Clark continued as if nothing was even happening. "Ticklish biceps? You've got to be kidding me."

"CLARK!"

Superman nodded to himself, resting his hands on his thighs. "You're right, you're right, it's time to move on to something else."

Bruce gulped in mouthfuls of air before registering what Clark was implying. "No-... wait-..."

Ten feather-light fingernails touched down right above Bruce's armpit and paused for a moment, soaking in the anticipation. Clark didn't have a chance to start moving before Bruce broke into deep streams of laughter.

"Really, Batman?" Clark taunted. "Breaking that easily?"

"Fuhuhuck ohoff."

Superman rolled his eyes, before trailing down Bruce's biceps from elbow to underarm. That singular smooth movement upped Bruce's laughter by a few pitches, a good sign for what was to come.

Clark lifted his hands and reset them back to their starting position on Bruce's arm, before letting his fingers begin their descent once more.

Except this time, each finger took its turn to softly trace up a few inches before lifting and straightening again while his wrist moved further to Bruce's elbow. Like two gliding spiders, Clark's hands pulled downright squeals from Bruce.

"NOHO!" The Batman pleaded. "I CAHAN'T- CAHAN'T TAKE IHIT!"

Smirking, Clark tutted. "Oh come on, you're usually so tough!"

But, now that he thought about it, Bruce was rather red by this point (and not just from sheer embarrassment). And while it certainly was fun tormenting the usually far too stoic superhero, the fun could wait for another day.

Clark wasn't forgetting about this any time soon.

#crow's tickle fic #superbat tickle fic

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hutahuta · 1 year ago

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Desparate to get away from a creep that been harassing you, you rush to pavia despite not knowing each other yet saying he is your boyfriend what will he do? Plsss?

P.AGE OO.4 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

GN ! Reader — <3

this is probably gonna be long, who knows. i'm writing before i even started LMAO <3

edit; i dont like the way i wrote this idk,, maybe i'm getting a little self conscious of my writing and jdskkdkdkd i'm so sorry.. ;;

thank you sweetie, ilysm for requesting (๑´ ˘ `๑)

Running to safety hasn't always been your only option. Mostly because your friends encouraged you to carry weapons for your own safety, especially in these streets where you can competently get snatched, stabbed, mugged or any of the sort. In this era? Please. You think people could afford low quality security cameras, with a high price?

Weak hands trembled as you kept insisting that your time was not worth being spent on someone who was firm on the decision that you must simply travel with them to see the city's night scenery.

It's been at least 15 minutes at most with you trying to brush aside him or trying to speed walk out of the way, hoping he wouldn't go bother someone else but at least spare you the chance to get away.

Infuriating.

Fortunately, you were not the gullible sort. Whether you've encountered this for the first time, or you've experienced such shuddersome and nightmarish situations for god knows how long, it doesn't matter. None of this is fucking okay.

And you knew that.

Loathsome hands traced the outer space around your bare back, and much to your disgust, it was unbearable to not break their hand as of this second. You had to wait, just so you could still walk with said person and hopefully get the chance to outrun them when you see a nearby crowd flocking up to the nearest street.

' Come, I insist. '

' You've ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout. '

' Aren't you being stubborn? This is what I get for being a nice guy.. What's so bad 'bout someone tryna' treat you out? '

The same shit you'd hear time n' time again. It isn't always the easiest, especially when you'd think he'd carry a weapon on him just in case.

Think, be smart.

Ah, up just ahead, a crossroad catered towards the corner of your eye. Your head didn't turn around too quick, but you'd have seen the elderly couple steadily cross the walk just then. Following suit, a flock of crowds parked themselves up just ahead to watch the physical activities boarded up for their enjoyment.

Fuck.. Okay. Pace yourself.. Three, two, -

Before you knew it, you dashed immediately.

Wind blew and slashed against your face as you carried your burning legs as fast as you could. You didn't know what the hell this freak carried on him and you weren't planning on finding out either.

The crowd proved no use, as he could manoeuvre his way around, shouldering past people aggressively with the occasional loud grunt you can surely figure out that it etched from him.

Dammit, alright. It's fine. It's totally fucking fine, right? You couldn't tell where you were going. You crossed and turned at every corner, and just beyond your reach —..

Stood a man near the corner shop that sold the usual cigarettes and loaded beverages. Stuff that you'd only resort to having when your shift at work really sucked.

White to black hair, black sunglasses with a lavender shirt that had intricate patterns, but not interesting enough to pay too much attention to as of this time.

Please, for whatever God is out there. Offer you some strength. Fortunately, he was quick to stop you in your tracks by halting his hand in front of you, like how one would halt a nearby bus to indicate you're about to get on. However, he essentially demanded your entire body be impacted against his hand. Regardless, it made you panic in a hurry but your uneven breathing made it impossible to speak coherent sentences.

Pretty sure if you saw someone crying and running away like your life depended on it, wouldn't you stop by to help? Pavia was a mercenary, and a merciless one at that, but he wasn't entirely soulless.

' Now, where are you running off to in such a hurry? ' He had an accent. A lollipop stuck between his lips. What is it? Cherry? Strawberry?

Words. Just use words.

' Help, please.. Creep. Following. Behind me. ' Behind your uneven breaths, and horrid panting that caused a crack in the tone of your voice, he seemed to understand.

Or, somewhat get it. If it's anything staining this world, it's filth like this random person trying to inflict damage on innocent people like you who are just trying to get by their day. You look innocent to him. Exhausted, but innocent. Like a little lamb fleeing the slaughterhouse.

If it's one thing he hates, it's seeing the poor souls who resemble the innocence he once had. The chance that they could have to flee themselves from trauma, is the chance I believe Pavia would be willing to give. He must despise seeing the fear inside eyes that used to resemble his own when he was tucked away from the rest of society, forced to grumble under nothing but the deafening silence within the basement of his aunt's home after wailing out apologies and horrid voice cracks just to plead for his own freedom.

So. Seeing yours is no different.

Regardless, you do know the impact of you being outside.. especially during the evenings where it's dark and the sky turned into a murky ocean blue haze, gradients shifting darker by the hour and minute..

Gripping onto his shirt, your pleas to beg him to act as someone you might be familiar with, or perhaps even wear the stalker off with claiming that he is your temporary boyfriend, might strike something within Pavia..

Standing still, you rested yourself against his steady arm, holding you in place. Swiftly, he moved you against the wall, whispering a soft 'Then forgive me.' And yet, here were the thudding footsteps of your attacker. With a quiet look on your face, he stepped out of the shadow, amidst his hounds that surrounded his feet by seconds.

You couldn't believe it??

' Problem, amico? ' Resonated that voice of his, something to admire. Glistening under such beautiful moonlight, you could tell how the silver lining had outlined the steel plate of the metal cutting into the familiar shape of a pistol embedded within his pocket.. Huh- Shit— was he dangerous too? You only needed protection, not some bloodied out battle to settle for your freedom?? You're not looking to go to jail this early, anyways.

' I sincerely hope that you aren't getting aquatinted with my.. beloved? Huh? Lest I take that pretty little tie of yours to add into my collection. Divertente~ '

You didn't ask for his name, but your slender hands placed itself on his shoulder, still unable to catch your breath beneath these minutes that were unbearably silent to surpass.

Behind him, your body rested upon his, one hand eagerly coiled warmly against his waist like vines on a old pillar.

The stranger didn't wish to be aquatinted with you in any sort at first, but he was a playful hound of a man. With eyes that looked at you, then back at your stalker. Maybe talking with you a little more after this wouldn't hurt, right?

' You know, amico. ' He approached.

' There is something quite thrilling to have the echoes of thuds of dead bodies fall flat against the surface when you hear that deadly gunshot linger in the back of your head, huh.. You know, my boss tried the same thing. '

And yet, it feared him in some way. Your eyes replicated that of a lost puppy. Those puffy cheeks, reddened and exhausted from running ever so much, oh my.. Something sparked inside of him.

Compared to his gaze, that had his pupils dilated so small, it reflected insanity upon them. He whispered a quiet ; ' I suggest you surrender before it gets ugly? aha.. '

All it took—; was the slow movement of his slender, yet ringed hands to reach into his lower pocket-

And by the second.

They left. You heard grumbled apologies.. and shuffling. But that was mostly it.

The stranger dressed in purple didn't bother to turn to look back around at you to see if you're alright or not, but there was a smirk on his face. A smile on it that he could only turn his head to the side which he could witness your breathing slowly starting to become tolerable; that lollipop twirled itself around his fingers.

Maybe a factor of it played into it because he just saved you, but some part of you could tell a fraction of him enjoyed teasing you with his playful gaze. As if you knew what he were to already say.

The public here avoid trouble but when they see terrible news on the media, they flock together like birds to ready themselves into war. It's nearly impossible to fight against society's norms, but you suspect that's why nobody but him offered such help.

And you were lucky.

Seems like it won't be the only time you'd meet this stranger by the looks of it. He said nothing more than patting your shoulder softly, then moving back inside the building.

Pavia wouldn't be the best at trying to offer comfort but he knows better than anybody else on how events like these tend to fuck you over. The shit people put up with on a daily basis makes him want to spit on lowly people for even thinking they have the right to breathe the same air as you.

Pavia merely reached his hand towards your trembling figure. He seemed to contemplate whether it was a good choice to get to know you, but under these circumstances, that stalker could still be lingering about. What better to do than to have him offered to sit beside you until you feel safe to go on your own again.

After all, maybe it's the safest option..

And who knows? You'll become acquainted with this stranger soon enough with time.

#reverse 1999 #pavia #pavia reverse 1999 #reverse #pavia x reader #paviarev1999 #r99 pavia #reverse 1999 pavia #imsorryifthissucksass #i love you all wwwjwjwj 😞💔💔

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cuppalevi · 8 months ago

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𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐚 #𝟒 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢

Today's Cuppa is cuppalevi's feature fanfic recommendations. See Cuppa Collections for list of fanfic recommendations.

april 27 2024

this is a levi x reader x erwin fanfic that shook every part of me, body and soul. one of my favorites (i feel like im bout to say that to every fic i feature in today's cuppa hehe) that i steadily anticipated every update and cried when the last chapter was released.

shinzuoing, u absolute incredible writer. the antics between the three of them, between levi and reader, between levi and erwin, and between erwin and reader— brought this story so much life. a relationship that's so messy yet fulfilling, enough yet not, indenial but evident. god. with every chapter i always look forward to what these three will do next and how their story will play out during canon events of the show.

the intimacy between learning each other's boundaries and limits, all the while playing this back and forth juggle of feelings that they so desperately try to hide as they face imminent dangers of their world. its a steady build to developing trust and reconciling with prior conflicts.

you get constantly plagued with thoughts of "huh?!" "oh my god!?" "YES?!" "FINALLY?!" "NOOO?!?!?" the next thing u know ur pressing next chapter after chapter because u cant get enough of this incredible intense connection on these characters.

shinzuoing has also published a spin off to which ive linked below too, one that im currently subscribed to because i cannot get enough of these three. they also have a oneshot series set in the same universe but can be read as itself. both of which are definitely worth checking out if u loved this is a story of the sea.

edit may 21 2024: I JSUT FOUND @shinzouing on tumblr FJAFNKAF im sorry for this sudden tag i just need you to know that you are such a talented writer and this universe you made is one of my roman empires <3

Content: canonverse, threesomes, angst, grief, sexual content, pining, yearning, more tags on ao3

Status: completed

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖 by shinzouing

You and Levi have a truce: when sharing Erwin’s bed, (almost) anything goes. You both want him too much to let your years-long feud stop you. But after reclaiming Shiganshina, you have to decide: how do you two keep going without your fulcrum? Is there anything left between you—and were you the only one keeping your true feelings secret? Caught up in memories and grief, it becomes clear that the only way to move forward is to do it together. (from the serum to the sea, and everything that came before.)

Status: incompleted

𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖 by shinzouing

Despite a years-long feud, you and Levi have a truce: when sharing Erwin’s bed, (almost) anything goes. You both want him, and this arrangement is easier than sharing your real feelings when Levi so clearly doesn’t want you. But after reclaiming Shiganshina and the three of you closer than ever, can you really keep pretending you don’t want Levi? And the way he’s acting, are you the only one keeping your true feelings secret? Between the survivor’s guilt and the challenges ahead, it becomes clear that the only way to reach the sea (and beyond) is for all three of you to do it together. (or, this is a story of the sea, if erwin had survived at shiganshina)

Status: completed

𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 by shinzouing

©cuppalevi on tumblr / icon by yomu do not steal / header by me

#todayscuppa #levi ackerman #erwin smith #levi ackerman fanfic #erwin smith fanfic #aot #snk #attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #eruri x reader

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liveyun · 2 years ago

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𝐀 𝐏 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 — 𝟎.𝟏

banner by @itaeewon 🌹

pairing. min yoongi x female reader (oc)

genre. arranged marriage au, angst,fluff,eventual smut

contains : overthinking , toxic parenting , angst but nothing too serious. not edited, maybe is full of grammatical mistakes

wc : 5.8k

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Yoongi never really cared for seasons.

Or, the weather, in particular.

For his part, he was often told that he's an observant person, and often wonders if he's really observant; when now he hears a couple, or maybe, a couple to be, for he assumes, bickering about the how chilly it is. He's seated beside them in a considerable distance, and in his peripheral vision, he could see how loving they seem to be.

Their small bickering doesn't really bothers him or irritates him at this point, surprisingly, even after the day he had. And now he feels, or rather observes, unknowingly, that the couple bickering is really a married couple.

He normally would've not payed two straws, but he really wonders about the weather now within their small, yet in hushed tones,

"Its really not normally this cold in autumn, agh!"

" pah, dont be so dramatic. You're just making excuses to lay your cold ass feet on my warm tummy to warm yourself up!"

" Its not my fault that i'm naturally freezing and youre a furnace, hubby."

" Blame your anaemic ass for that,wife. Not the weather…" the guy rolles his eyes and he sees the lady purse her lips and snort angrily, much to the guy's amusement. However, his pleasure seems to be only small, as now Yoongi now amusedly himself watches the lady stick her tongue out and quip back,

" Ah, then how 'bout you lend me your trench coat then, love. Since its not so cold for you, so it maybe is not much use for you, no?" , and Yoongi is aware of the ghost of a smile that hangs on his own face as he watches the guy visibly become pale and shake his head, suddenly squirming away from her hands which are on the coat's lapels.

And the bickering goes on for a few more minutes, Yoongi watches them with a silent air,laughing and snuggle onto eachother, and the lady speaks up,

" I wish if I could unmarry you."

" Ah, sorry, love. You're struck with me, and I love you."

The confession seems to melt her, resonding back with an eager I love you more, idiot, as he watches them both with wide smiles, cuddle closer for warmth.

Suddenly Yoongi feels the autumn wind flush against his cheeks to be cold.

Yet again, the strange feeling, or rather the sudden pang in his chest returns; and there's a faint thought inside him. He tries burying it inside him but however fails, as he himself desires that warmth, that protection from the cold. Not only the cold of the weather; but maybe also the cold Within which sometimes is scarier than the freezing cold.

And there's again the irrational thought bubbling inside him…Would that ever be you, that woman to him he's now made to make a match with; the woman whom he's yet to see or talk to; but hthe strange feeling in his heart won't fade from his system as he tries to shake any thoughts, yet its surprising how the faintest of the irrational of thoughts can turn into full time, disturbing thoughts which refuse to leave your head.

He cannot stop thinking about you. The person whose name he heard some few hours ago, the name which hasn't left his thoughts since then. Is that weird?

"_____." is his thought at present, and he still hasn't spoken out your name out loud. Is that weird?

He'll meet his fiance, for the first time.

He releases a breath; glances at his wrist watch. 5:30 PM, it reads. Alright, so he and gets up from the seat, because the time has come; and his troat slighty feels dry.

He prays that nothing weird or out of way goes by in the later hours today, for his heart feels that it's in a greater rush than he was ( he wasn't. nope. ) and fly out of his ribs.

As weird as that was, he prays that he didn't look like a creep of some sort; and walks out of the park.

Okay, now saying that out loud makes it weirder. Stop that, Yoongi. You can do it, he encourages himself and to his own surprise, turns back to glance the couple, maybe out of genuine curiosity, with whose curious eyes he met instantly, and Yoongi feels the hot rush of blood to his whole face. He doesn't know why did he do that, and turns back instantly.

Autumn this year indeed feels cold, Yoongi thinks.

Not only because its cold: so cold that it feels like a december when he's supposed to be wearing a crappy and itchy Christmas sweatshirt, dealing with the little rascals, his nephew and niece, and the viusal in his head makes his release a short breath; those two little kids, they don't..they maybe don't really know how much do they mean to him, and he hopes the little affection he shows to them can be enough for them, he can only hope.

And he hopes, almost with a desparate wish, that Christmas this year goes the same without any idifference in any part.

Yes,he was maybe exicted in this before as he had started but instaneously, a text on his phone washed off everything from his mind.

5:45 PM : received

min : "Don't try to squeeze your mind into something when its something not of your buisness, remember that "

He didn't open the text thread, and the notification was enough to make his lips press to thin line of annoyance.

Was this his marriage or his?

However, he cannot expect anything else from his father,so..

Here goes nothing, he thinks and enters his car, exiting the supermarket with some packets of gifts, a " token of love and promies ", something he couldn't get a grasp on, but however, he was told to do so, or maybe rather instructed to do so.

" Take some gifts with you. Eatables, mostly. Don't go on using that head of yours and buying somethimg that shall highly disppoint rather than pleasing, son. You have to impress, and so with a small token of love and to promise there's more in the future coming by".

His voice was full of what ' all that glitters isn't gold ' , and the word 'son' leaving his lips made Yoongi lose his mind totally, for he wished not many things, but to just not hear that word coming out of his lips and remind him that he was inherited of that awful man's blood within him.

It all began when his secretary, Jungkook entered his office, but not with his usual jouvial exprssion nor with his air of humor around him. Its once agin one of Yoongi's observations, that even if the young man tries his best ro remain professional within the office hours, he's never faking anything; doesn't need to.

Apart from being his secretary, he's his good friend, someone who shares his hot hotteok with Yoongi during lunch time and occasionally reminding him of him being a human and not a machine who just stays and works; accompanying him to his tours and making him smile the widest with his own. Interaction with someone younger often reminds Yoongi he isn't really that old as he thinks himself to be. In general, work with his friend isn't as terrible as without him, and even if he doesn't and won't admit that out loud, he looks forward to the young face of Jungkook.

Today, his face was nothing sort of what Yoongi is often used to, for the edges of his pierced eyebrows seem tense; showing that he's tense, though he tries his best to hide that behind that professional facade. Yoongi knows that its just the pretence and a sign of something not right.

And he was just right.

" Mr. Min, your schedule is, uh, disturbed. " I saw that coming, Jeon. But he bites that back, and motions him to speak further by a suggestive nod.

" Your, uh, er, father Mr. Min is coming to visit you.."

" Today? "

" Yeah, er… within twenty minutes."

Yoongi can tell how hard he's trying to not to stammer himself, knowing that maybe Yoongi and his father don't really share the best relationship, or even a relationship if to be called so.

" How did that happen? "

" A phone call. He approached me in that dry tone, asking about your schedule. I really didn't wanted to give it to him at the brink. Guess he read my hesistance and flipped me saying that he could get the access to it from his server himself , and this call was just a formality so its not suspected that he hacked into your systems or..er,.. I had to bite back a scoff, and.." At this he trails off and sighs, and Yoongi nods, knowing the young man's dislike towards his father and he was glad he didn't have to feign eitherwise.

" Its alright. Jeon. don't even expect anything better than that from him, and thanks for not pressing on it." Jungkook barely nods, almost as if still guilty.

" But what the fuck is he coming here for?"

" Dunno that. Laughed like a wolf when I sent him your schedule, almost as if it really was a formality and told me that he'll be here within 30, and the meeting would take " 10, or maximum 15, and would then vanish into thin air, not needing to see the " sickening" face of yours. As if his own face can make a dead man alive. The opposite, I beleive." At the sickening part Jeongguk makes inverted commas in the air with his pointers, with a scowl on his face. Yoongi didn't know if he should laugh at this, not only because the young man's usual patience seemed to be running low and was equally irritated, but because the situation was tight, and he bit back his thoughts of amusement. But the manifest of the terrible presence of his father made his head throb already.

maximum 15 minutes, ha? Let's see.

The " meeting " took way more longer than 10 or 15 minutes. So here now, he was, three days after the " meeting " with his father took place.

The traffic was surprisingly less as of today, or maybe he wonders why, is because of the different path he's taking. His phone gps shows that he's going the right path, and it would take him nearly more 20 mins to the red arrow on his screen.

And he doesn't miss the way his pulse has a visible change, again.

Alright, now as he tapped on the steering wheel as he waits for the traffic to be cleared. He thought, hah.

So to distract his mind, his sight trails off to his side seat, and Hershey's kisses, three boxes of them lies top on eachother and some chocolate bars packed neatly with a bow.

Shit, was he supposed to have the boxes packed too? He didn't know.

How could he? He never really.. had any sort of alliances with females except employees and his once used to be assistant before jeongguk.

For his male friends, a nice treat to drinks till they had passed out on the bar counter was enough for what he perceived as " gifts " , and yeah. His nephew and neice, were happy enough with treats of pizza's and chocolates. Well, maybe even some occasional toy sets, too.But he had never gifted them packed chocolates.. And for a part he thinks he's alright with chocolates as gifts…

But what if you didn't like choclates?

WHAT IF?

Ah…ha..ha.. maybe you did, because there had to be reason why Jeongguk had suggested him to..seeing he had quite experience with women, comparatively much more than Yoongi's himself. No wonder he had caught ladies staring or rather ogling at the younger man who drank carelessly and was so confident with them at all occasions, unlike Yoongi who had to pretend he didn't care, or rather was like..he didn't know how to be confident with them.

But one thing he didn't know is, that he was the centre of attention for ladies too, but nevermind that.

Nevermind the way that woman in the cash counter at the supermarket had such wide eyes, when she realised who indeed was infront of the counter, the same man who stood in the cover page of Vogue magazine this week. Nevermind the lady's whole crimson face when Yoongi shot her the faintest of smiles when the transaction was over, nevermind her trembling hands as she handed him the confectionaries. Nevermind her thoughts as she faintly wished that the chocolates were rather for her as she watched him leave. Nevermind.. all the times when Yoongi had not only women, but also men staring at him, he never really thought of it.

" Food is a way to one's heart, a thing I'd hate to agree with your father. " Jeongguk had said that with a confident nod, and continued,"..Ladies really like chocolates, you know? I know, I know.."

" But what if she doesn't like it? " Yoongi was typing an email, but his mind was on the coversation with jeongguk: He wouldn't be in peace till he gets to the roots of it. And he doesn't miss the way the younger cocks a brow with him with his lips turned up of what he can call as a smirk, and insolently had passed a laugh.

" There's no harm in trying, hyung. You're strangers, for now, and maybe that would be a way, a chance to know eachother better? "

So now he has reached the destination he was supposed to, cause the mentioned address seems this one and the same is shown in his screen of GPS. His heart feels like its on his throat now, and even in the faintest of the coughs may have the organ out in his hands. Almost. Its basically throbbing now, and Yoongi winces at the feeling: he's not used to this, because never in his life has he felt so nervous like this. Not even at the tightest of situations he has ever been, and now he can't tell if its one of them; it shouldn't be, because it apparently was just a meeting. He filled in deep inhales, and reminded himself of all what he was told to. He didn't want to; but maybe that was the human nature, to find solace in the matters which makes them feel even shittier. Or maybe that was Yoongi's nature, because all the siuations he had been nervous in, had all turned shit in the end.

No matter how hard he tried to keep everything at bay and work hard to be confident and tell himself that it shall be okay.

Not always hardwork brings success, he thinks.

He didn't want to overthink; he really didn't want to. He wanted this meeting to go totally plain as his father wanted it to be, without any "show-offs"..and the faintest part of him, throbbing with his impatient heart wants it to be eitherwise.

Only if his heart hadn't had reminded how irrational that smaller part iis, and how wrong, how painful, how utterly shit it had been the last time when he chose to choose that path, the path who wannted to feel, the part who wanted to be loved.

So he shuts down every thought inside him, and taking the boxes in his hands, gets down the car.

Alright Yoongi, alright. What worse can happen? Fighting.

He really hopes the worst doesn't really happen.

Outfit? check.

Hair? Double check.

Shoes? Check.

Breath? Deca-check ( not that he really had to do anything with it, nor his breath stank like garlic , but it matters anyway and was important. Very important. Thanks to the mint he was chewing. Thanks, bud.)

Chocolates in his hands? Check.

Despite his check list, a quick peek at the rear mirror and a shake to this long, flowy hair which parted so beautifully at his forehead and curled slightly about his nape makes him a bit more presentable. But he wasn't really thinking about his pretty hair or his way of presenting himself. He didn't absolutely know why was he so nervous, its just a goddamned meeting.

Yes, with the girl with whom he was getting married to.

Well..

Everything in order? All check.

Whew… here goes nothing again.

His surroundings for what he felt from his senses, was just fine art.

Artworks hung on photoframes of different cultures,and if possible he could even tell for some of them- all of them vulnerable enough to be held in a gallery or a museum. All of them finished with varnish, oil paintings, canvases, pieces of crafts which he knew, was a fine representation of the Korean culture; and such artworks which held significance to cultures around the world. Thick, beige curtains, fine Indian tapestry with bright colours, vermillion and corn yellow. Flower vases, beautifullyy blue with strokes of fine Chinese strokes. A statue of the Tree of Tenere, a Turkish rug on which his feet was placed on, he felt quite inferior to be placing his feet on the artwork: if he could, he would sit on it and observe the symbols and the colours woven so tactfully with geometrical patterns.

He felt quite, or maybe..really stupid, that even rotating his head to a full 360, it felt that it was not enough, and he ought to pay to watch such fine artworks as one does in a museum. Holy moly, he wasn't a much of an artistic person, but his enthusiasm was raised above the radar. And he could name the cultures of only a few, and couldn't name most of them; but he feels utterly, or somewhat in a bigger part, comfortable.

He was told that you were an artist, but fuck… were these all of your tastes? Were you really such an artistic person?

A happy thought had struck him the moment he thought about this, because he could have some help from his cousin Taehyung,who was just the right person to be seeked out, and with his help, he could engage in conversations all day long about artworks and maybe can even befriend you. That won't be weird or awkward.

He was currently seated on a soft tan sofa and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

The smile would've been a bit more natural, only if the presence beside him wouldn't have been there with his arms around Yoongi's shoulders, making Yoongi feel much stuffy and all more nervous. He didn't expect his father to be already seated in the humble house of Park's ( Though he has been here for only ten minutes, he felt that humble was the correct word to describe the house. ) with a saccharine smile plastered on his face, the smile which Yoongi knew oh, so well. The smile which at anyone's first glance would seem like a sweet, elderly smile, but Yoongi knew better. If not sweet, or elderely, a hellish bound intention was always behind that smile, and he at this moment prayed that let it be once, once, that his smile, if not genuine, be it not the one with its real meaning.

He wasn't afraid of it; he has never been; but he's scared for someone he is bound to.

The one sitting opposite to him, between Mr. and Mrs. Park, and within the sweet caresses of a comparatively little girl seated nearby, a soft smile adorning her cheeks; the apples of her cheeks slightly rising at every comment her little cousin makes, an occasional laugh leaving her lips.

You.

He was scared for you.

He has seen plrentiful of faces round his years of youth, and can read them like open book pages. The creases or the intensity of their eyes told him enouugh he needed to, and he knew enough. You, you held a bold, but a humble air around you,which he knew was necessary; which came with an innoncence. Not the innocence one would perceive at the first lance, because, the struggles of life evident within couln't affect the sweetness, the tenderness of your face; the innocence, which he feared, at the first glance, was unaware of everything and anything the man seated beside him was capable of. You were beautiful, unlike all the other women he had ben set up to or had seen: proudly buzzing about their wealth and indignance at the liberty. Who don't take a no as an answer.Those women, who didn't have simplicity as their cup of tea; All the bashful, prideful women.

You, were just the opposite. He has seen for only for some quick minutes, but he already knew that you are so, so different from all those people. You don't hesistate to laugh out loud; which he just loved, because you were aware how beautiful your laugh sounded. You didn't pretend for anything, you were just as you were. Your eyes told him a lot about you which even you yourself might not know; Even he was sure with the secretive, warning nudges of your mother at your side to behave, and Yoongi knows just as he was, you were told to be decent, too.

But you didn't pretend, and just were as you were.

" The more humble the heart is, the softer the head stands at the neck, " he remebers seeing that quote in the instagram story of Taehyung, but he's unsure if he remebers the exact one and has forgotten who had quoted that.

Within the soft ringing sounds of laughter he felt his father's hand twitch on Yoongi's shoulders, and he didn't give a fuck if it was a signal or some sort, and he couldn't care less. Just as he had expected, Mr Park and Mrs.Park were such kind people, their elderly love adding more to the humbleness of the house that Yoongi himself felt so much at ease and their behaviour towards them was so, so genuine and sweet that Yoongi had already developed a liking towards them ( and their fondness to the chocolates too, waah ) But however, there was something fishy indeed going on with his father.

When was it not?

And his suspicions were roused even more when his father groaned lightly, and removed his hand on his shoulders trying to be not much showy of his discomfiture. He guessed he's not used to meetings like these, with such hospitality, such kindness within and no facades on and meetings which actually aren't meetings and are something warm, something which a brute like him couldn't understand. Serves him right,Yoongi thought.

Presently, or apparantly, Mrs. Park was evidently aware of his father's actions and asked him if he was alright and if he needed him to whhich he answered so sweetly which made Yoongi shudder in cringe, " Ah, no, Mrs. Park. Old age has begun to tell on me, haha. If these children are growing up, we're all growing bckwards, ah. " Yoongi never particularly understood this statement, but it presently made the elderly couple smile and his father shift a bit. All the while, he could see whenever he peeked down to grab his cup of steaming tea, in his vision, that your eyes secretly were on him.. Almost as if you had something to tell, but your expressions devoid of such each time he actually looked at you; but eyes speak enough. The longing in your eyes were evident that you wanted to speak, but so far, he had only heard you intoducing yourself with a small smile and tall to your little cousin now dozing off to sleep in your lap.

And he doesn't miss the way your smaller hands stroke the child's hair as she sleeps profoundly.

And now his father with a small hum, began " Ah. Enough of us oldies speaking. If we don't let the youth speak together, that won't be fair at all!! " And with an equally cringing laugh which Yoongi hated, so much. " The new generation says, ' communication is the sole way out. Oh dear me, if you were only fifty years older!" Which was again returned with soft laughters and here now Mr. Park speaks up, his attention diverted to you, and with a small pat on your head md nods. nods, " Go, my honeybun. Young Mr. Min is a nice man, and talk to him as long as you want. " He didn't really liked to be called so by someone older than him and his sooon to be relative, but he hoped he could read your eyes which were on your father. But for your father, there was a certain hint of gratitude filled within.

" Ah, uncle….Yoongi, please call me Yoongi. "

And as he got up, he felt the demanding eyes of his own father burn through the back of the skull, seemingly wanted to him to look back, or make a signal, but he did nothing and got up to walk towards the far end balcony, as he saw you advance towards it with a slow pace so that he could catch up with her. Surprisingly, his pulse wasn't nearly so quick as it had been before, and he can only blame that despite not talking to eachother directly in any ways, he kinda felt at ease with you, and could even tell about you being on his head for the rest of the week. Well, not that he would actually say you that.

But however,he didn't miss the immense sense of satisfaction which filled his insides with his small rebellious act.

But he thought none of them when he felt, or rather he thought he hallucinated for a sure minute when he felt the touch, a brush of warm fingers. It was so slight, anyone could say it was barely there,or wasn't there, or was accidental. And he didn't want to think what he actually wanted to think. Because a flushed face wouldnt really be something for a great impression, and besides, he swears he felt within his periperhal vision, your innocent eyes, gazing directly at him. Oh, now, he really wanted to think that it wasn't just an accidental touch…

Goddamit Yoongi, focus!

" Its an anonymous quote. Or so, the sources have been too old to know who actually quoted that. " You answer softly to Yoongi's curious query when he asked if you knew about that certain quote, and he was slightly { read : v e r y } happy with himself that he didn't had to open the conversation with the awkward hii"s and hello's; moreover the mention of the quote had somewhat brightened your face, your eyes, and you seemed to be at ease more than what he saw in the living room.

" This is why I couldn't remember it properly, I suppose.." was his timid reply, just expectant of you knowing about the quote, he turned to lok at you directly, though you were still facing the sky, your side profile only being visible to him. Your expressions were oeaceful, but Yoongi desparately wanted to know what your thoughts were. He hoped his behaviour didn't make you feel uncanny or some sort..

Yoongi currently stood beside you in the balcony, silently basking in the cold fall winds ,watching the birds depart to their homes after the day's work as the sun finally lowered more and more down the horizon, the sky being a mix of light vermillion-pink with white clouds floating by. some occasional leaves glided swiftly through the soft breeze,it was a soft twilght.

Conversations with you were so easy, and hopefully not as awkward. You were smart, he found out, and just an art enthusiast as well. A confident, voice with tones of softness was how you sounded, and he really felt more and more at ease with you.

However, Yoongi's stomach churned, churned with such a plight of exictement,nervousness(?) and slight anticipation through the small conversation. The queation which bubbled, boiled inside his head since so long, he wanted to ask you, but definetely not in a weird way. You both were surprisingly still not at the topic of your marriage; it was a normal conversation, and as the minutes passed by, the urge increased, more and more, almsot getting irresistable.

And so again, here goes something.

" Do you want this marriage? "

Your eyebrows shoot upwards, and your eyes widen, and he sees,if anything, he can tell his question completely caught you off guard.

With some quick blinks, he sees you prepare yourself and finally turn to im. Your expression is still slightly of surprise, but however, he sees you release a breath.

" Before I answer you, Mr. Min…do you? "

He should've expected that. However, he didn't find it weird , because he isn't going to reply that he was curious to meet you, and didn't really ponder whether he actually wanted it or not, because he didn't really have an option eitherwise; to think and say yes or no. He was just told, as how examination dates are announced…you have no other option but to accept your fate.

Thats the hell of a comparision.

But now as he was asked….

He knows that you might be aware, too.

And so he decides to opt for a slow headnod, rather than any verbal response, because he's unsure of what to say, and he hopes,, through his nod, you can understand, I do.

His nod seems to have roused something in you.

He sees you look down, and waits for your answer. You're avoiding eye contact, not because you're shy, but something eitherwise.

" I don't. "

Oh.

Yoongi doesn't want to linger on it, he doesn't want to ponder on it. You don't want this marriage, and if so, he ought to leave immediately without your wishes. He doesn't wants you to be uncomfortable, and with a tiny nod which he's sure you noticed, turns his back to leave. But just as he moves forward, he feels the warm warm palm catch his wrist and give a tug.

He doesn't cares now about the way his heart struggled to get out of his throat again.

He catches your big, doe eyes staring intensely at him, with a flash of sadness, longing (??) within?

" Oh, Mr. Min…don't leave me alone.."

He now definetely feels the way his breath gets caught in his lungs. What do you mean?

" I don't mean it in such a way that I'm rejecting your proposal, Mr. Min. I wasn't really given an option whether to accept or reject..; I had to accept it, and I suppose it was the same way around you too? "

" It..it was. " he finaly had regained his power of speech, and now he didn't quite understand, but the small tug of his heart had stopped, and he rather felt releived, when he had ought not to, to know that you both were in the same boat.

You release your grip from his wrist, and sees you take a breath again.

“ I just said it because despite having no other options, I don't want to get married……" You muttered something in the end, which he quite couldn't understand, and suddenly a thought strikes him.

" Is it because you despise guys like me? "

And now he really wants to smile the way your eyes widen as big as saucers, and with your smaller palms spread out, you wave immediately,

"No ! no, no, Mr. Min, its not so! its really no so! "

He really didn't like you calling him Mr. Min, but he could drag on for now.

" It was a small jest, ___. I was kidding. "

You look releived, and suddenly the confidence is back in you as you set your eyes firmly to his own.

" Its not because of who you are or your position, Mr. Min. I do not care much about what the internet says, and I respect you as a person. " You smile lightly as you bite your lips, and Yoongi nods for you to continue further.

" Its because, after years of applying and getting rejected, it was the last chance for me to be finally a visual designer for Valentino,which despite having many limitations,is the star of my dreams; only if I could attend the event at Singapore past this month, which on my presence, would approve me for so in the last streak. But past this month…." you trail off once again, and past this moth was supposed to be the month of your wedding, as what he heard in the discussion back in the living room. He doesn't miss the way your features falter visibly, including your eyes, and there's such dejection in them which hurts Yoongi himself. If anything, he knows your fondness for art,as an artist yourself,your goals were high and this might be really a huge chance for you, and you ought to succeed in it, follow your dreams, and be who you are. Not instead get tied in the marriage alliances at this young age…

" You really want to be in that event, dont you? "

No reply comes back; but the way your lips are tightly pursed, he can tell your answer.

Within the flash of your eyes, he sees a reflection of his own youth age, when he too had dreams like yours; when he too had aspirations full of bright colours, but they all were crushed, one after another, so slowly hard, that it prepared Yoongi to never not set aspirations for himself ever again.

And he definetely did not want the same to happen to you, too.

Setting his jaw firmly that it must not happen, he sets to leave, because he doesn't wants to be the barrier to your hopes, your dreams. He shall talk to his father. And it doesn't matter if he isn't willinng to understand. He shall go immediately and talk about it, and maybe even…

" Mr. Min! " Your brows are now furrowed with a worried look; alsmost a scared look on your face.

" If you're thinking about it, don't, Mr. Min. "

He halted his actions. There was something pulling you back, and he doesn't know what is it. He wants to hear all of it, as he always wanted to.

" You're kind to have considered my situation so quick and I cannot be more thankful to you, Mr. Min. However,if not me, my parents…they..they've never asked me for anything since ever I grew up. Even though they're not really willing towards art, not once did they ever protest or complain about me pursuing a major in arts and not in buisness or biology as I was expected to," he was listening carefully to you, all the while observing your features of your face. From the curve of your jaw, to the apples of your cheeks, the colour of your skin, the bump of your nose, the little moles and your pouty lips, and your eyes, the fluttering eyelashes as you spoke. You're beautiful, he thinks.

Your face had a certain flash of pain within the charms of beauty, as you continue,

" and this is the only thing they've ever asked me. I don't want to run away from it, or deny it. The debt I owe them, is beyond words, and my dream holds little signifcance in light against them; and cannot be ever paid off, but I just sincerely hope it can somehow lift some of it atleast, off my heart. I will try my best to be a good wife, Mr. Min." You look up at him again, the soft breeze making some of your strands flow so gracefully, and a very soft feeling crept up his heart. He silently absorbed your words, happy to know that you're sharing a piece of your heart to him. As your eyes lock, theres's a determintion in your eyes, which he feels is a good omen, perhaps. ' I will, so please I beg you, please don't think about calling off our wedding. "

Our.

And who is he go against your wishes, when you yourself want this? A part of him hopes that your dream won't be totally crushed, and you to fight for it, but if this wedding helps you in something, he would be more than glad but makes no mentions of it. Inappropriately there was no place for words when you had so hopefully asked him to.

He sees a dried maple leaf drift in the wind, and in the darkening shadows of the sky, watched it take homage in your hair, which you're oblivious to. The urge to take it off itches in his palms, and he again ignores the flutter of his heart at your small smile while all looking at his own eyes so deeply, almost as if you're trying to read him, too.

Raising his hands to gently untangle the dried leaf from your hair, he beams off with a small smile seeing your flushed cheeks and surprised face.

" I'll try to be a good husband, too. "

He should've bought a beanie along with him, because damn. Its cold out now.

But he doesn't dare to lift off the shutters of the car, as he thinks he's going to suffocate off the energy which the old man is radiating off at this point. He knows not what pissed him off, and doesn't takes the slihtest of interests to know so. All what he wants to is to get rid of this man for now, lie in bed and think of what hapened today. He's driving silently, but can very well sense the anger of his father, but decides to keep quiet about it. The Parks at their departure were kind as ever, and you had a small smile on your face, even if small, it was genuine.

And your eyes spoke, as if speaking to his own, thank you.

And he had smiled back, or tried to convey it through his smile, always.

" What did you two talk about?" Ah, here he goes. Inevitable! He should've known better that Mr. Old Min likes to hear each details till the speaker's jaws froze, but his ears never bled. Despite that, he keeps awfully quiet, enjoying more and more as he observes the old man getting more and more pissed at his silence and finally bursts out with his rage, amplified with tremble of his old age, " You son of a devil, I fucking asked you something!"

" Glad to know you're aware of what you are. "

" You motherfucker, answer me decently. "

" To what?"

"What.did.you.two.fucking.talk.about?!"

" Oh, I forgot. Besides, you're not the one getting married, so chill, father. "

Oh-oh. He didn't really manifest the grabbing of his sweather's collars by his faher, but wasn't in the slightest surprised about that. He can feel the red hot man's anger, but the shield Yoongi has developed over the years is immune to anything.

" Despite telling you all what you were supposed to, you were with her for almost an hour. " The wrath of his anger snorts on his own, but he shoves it off.

" It wasn't an oral exam, I suppose,father?"

His grip on his collar falters, and he hears the man snort loudly. He didn't care about him, and there was no fucking way he would tell his father whatever you told him today. You both were still if more or less, strangers; still, but acquainteces, and you had trusted him enough to tell him much, and he won't by any means would share it to anyone else.

"Before I answer you, Mr. Min…do you?"

He had never thought so; or maybe he did. Since the moment he was told he was getting married, he was unsure. He had dated only like twice,and the experience wasn't really great. This is marriage, a tie of promise forever, which is undoubtedly a very huge thing. People aren't really often so faithful to keep promises, though they promise them like a piece of cake. Some promises, he knew, are hard to keep forever, and he was uncertain of the ties of marriage alliances.

After talking to you, the uncertainity in him has reduced? he feels at peace, but however there is an intruisive feeling in the back of his heart which made him feel obnoxious. Things today went especillly well,, and he was scared that it went too well.

He just hopes that it goes well-

" Its indeed sad that the chick's dreams for her becoming a designer for Valentino would be shattered by you, son. "

Yoongi felt his blood freeze.

He didn't look at him directly;but by his tone could tell that he had that smug look on his face. Indeed, the obnoxious feeling was just right.

" Not me, father. It's you,because you haven't given either of us any options. "

" Whether that chick marries you or not,it'll be easy to lure her. Innocent chick, she is. " He continues almost as if he didn't hear Yoongi. Yoongi already feels his blood boil to hear this old man call you names, and he takes some deep breaths to calm himself down. This old man is doing everything on purpose to rile you up, Yoongi. Don't let him succeed.

" Even if she had this marriage called off or not, she's going to be a boon for the Min Textiles Inc. already, " he leans back, and Yoongi has to grip the steering wheel harder till his knuckles turn white and the cold wind feels like a slap on his face as he tries his best to stay calm. He hates how right he was about this old bitch being fishy, and he can arely tip that off.

" You didn't listen to me, son. So whether you like it or not, that chick would be lured in here to design for us, without any further queries. Yeseul would definetely be upgraded more for the designs the chick would be making. At the firtst glance at her little gallery, I knew this chick had her potential-"

" You'll be using the designs of ____ without crediting her,but Yeseul? Don't you have an ounce of shame in you, old man? "

Yoongi's voice was filled with hatred,but this just was like a hide-and-seek game for the old man.

" And what about it, son? "

You were in your vulnerable state when you spilled your heart out to him, and whatever the hell this man was trying to do, would just be so unfair, that even thinking of it makes Yoongi recoil with anger. He would not let you be used by anyone.

" Even if I had told her what exactly I was supposed to, I just know your intention was the same.." Yoongi breathed out in a fury, wanting to kick this man out of his car.

" Ah, my son has grown up smart. " And the audacity the man had to grin, he nearly wanted to punch those pearly whites out of that disgusting mouth. But Yoongi contained himself in the calm box, as far as he could. If this had to be the plan of this old bitch, and if he's challeging him,

all fucking right.

He will marry you. He will protect you, with all what he has.

But surely at the moment he did not think beyond his words and what meaning do they possibly hold. All what he wanted was to keep you away from the parasitic man, because he knows how is it to be affected by a parasite.

He will not let your innocence, your sparkle snatched away from you by this terrible shit with his terrible ways, he won't get him get away with it.

He would not let him.

Turning on the ignition again, he filled in deep breaths of oxygen again, as the words of the old man filled his ears.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly your smile was almost infront of him. Almost as if you're standing infront of him again.

I'll protect you. _____ and will keep you safe. I will take care of you.

It's a promise.

And he couldn't wait to marry you.

#yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #yoongi fic #min yoongi #bts angst #bts au #bts fanfic #bts fics #bts smut #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x you #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fanfic #fic : apricity

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nozomi-kaizoku · 3 months ago

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One thing that genuinely pisses me off is how my dad will constantly point out me, my sister, and my mom's shortcomings and be so quick to blame us for it, yet when we point out his shortcomings that are genuinely harmful, all of a sudden he's "being invalidated", and that we "hurt his feelings" and shit, AND HE DOESN'T EVEN CONSIDER HOW WE FEEL EITHER WHICH FUCKING SUCKS!

Literally just today my parents were arguing about how my mental health was affecting my ability to attend school, and he's over there saying "oh, we should put [him] in a boarding school", "[he]'s doing this on purpose" yap yap yap, basically blaming me for all of this shit. (I put m pronouns in the brackets cause he was misgendering me the whole time btw)

And then I go an step out to get something, he calls me over, and basically just starts shaming me (in front of my mom an sister btw) for getting suspended and sharing how I feel about mr. Gonzales n shit, and when my mom tried to explain and elaborate on something to him, he completely blew her off.

And my mom (bless her heart btw) was literally trying to defend this asshole because she loves him, like a lot, and I feel bad that she has to put up with this tbh.

"he didn't know, he's trying his best" Not only does he know, HE'S SAYING THESE THINGS IN THE MOST DEGRADING MATTER POSSIBLE JUST TO MAKE ME FEEL BAD FOR GETTING SUSPENDED, AND I JUST SJFJKFHERUFERFHR /NEG

Also, I accidentally bought $20 worth of shit on Thursday because he gave me his credit card to buy a soda, and he got in trouble for letting me go out and spend that much, and instead of holding himself accountable, he decides to drag it to today (TWO DAYS LATER) and complain about him "being thrown under the bus", like I'M SORRY BUT YOU'RE THE 50 SOMETHING YEAR OLD MAN BEING PUT IN CHARGE OF MYFINACIALLY IRRESPONSIBLE MENTALLY ILL ASS, YOU WERE THE ONE THAT GAVE ME THE FUCKING CREDIT CARD AND DIDN'T BOTHER TO STOP ME.

and oh man am I getting genuinely tired of his fucking trauma dumping.

He talks about how his mental health and how angry he is at something, yet when we have the AUDACITY to try and talk about how WE feel, instead of taking the time to listen and understand, he basically dismisses us and does this thing I personally call "fake praising" (which is basically when he gives someone praise but it's in such a condescending and almost sarcastic tone to where it doesn't feel like genuine praise at all), and even straight up invalidates us n shit, it's fucking infuriating man.

And the fucked up part? whenever my mom does these things, all of a sudden it's this horrible abusive thing and that he's a selfish bitch, which upsets me because unlike him, she doesn't have as much control over it (though she's working on it), and both she and I have BPD, which makes this even more fucked up because he's so quick to judge us for the same shit he does just because we have a mental illness we can't control.

It infuriates me so much how he's quick to dismiss other people's struggles and sometimes tell them it's their fault, and then the minute he receives ANY amount of criticism against genuinely shitty actions, all of a sudden he's a victim?? FUCK THAT!

I'd say he has a big ego and it's becoming an issue, but i don't want to give the NPD community any shit (since they already got so much stigma on their hands), and I'm not gonna say he's faking any of this either, cause that's not okay, but he REALLY heeds to get a therapist to talk to instead of dumping his issues on the rest of his family.

OH! did I forget to mention he makes weird comments bout my body without my consent anytime I dress alternatively, and he's told me in the past that I have an "athlete's body"? Yeah, kind of weird..

He does ALL of this, and yet still wonders why I hate him.

man is it infuriating...

EDIT: forgot to mention that he doesn't even go to my appointments, nor has he even MET my therapist, or any of that shit, so he has no right to even talk about my mental health like that.

Also, he's extremely invasive about how my medications are working and if I took them n shit, and he says it's "so I can know if my coworker Brian can be prescribed them".

like first off the medications working bit is something for my doctor to ask, not you, second off, I get if you're reminding me, but for you to basically come at me and yell at me for not taking them and then acting like I got angry because I didn't take those medications because "I can tell that you're off them", and third off, if Brian really wanted to talk about my medications so that he can speak with his doctor about it, he should talk with me directly so that he can know first hand how it works and what the side effects are, he doesn't need to have my dad (who has no knowledge about mental health medications whatsoever) come and ask invasive questions about my medications and risk spreading harmful misinformation that's gonna get him killed.

Let's just say I'm probably gonna have him talk to my therapist on my behalf so that he actually, yknow, LEARNS NOT TO BE A FUCKING DICK TO THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM??

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thatgirl4815 · 1 year ago

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Gloomy ramble ahead, sorry! The only thing giving me hope right now is that in literally the first millisecond of the extended ep 8 preview, when Ray asks if they can still be friends, he really doesn't look happy. It's not being played as a 'come on now, let's all get along' moment, he doesn't look flippant or sulky or whiny - he looks desperate. I think strangely enough what's got me most down about the Ray/Mew development is that it makes Boston appear to be right about Ray's motivations in ep 6, and yet I genuinely don't think that's why Ray told Mew about the cheating, and I still believe Ray was being honest when he said he didn't expect to get anything out of it, and that in that moment he really was removing himself from the whole equation. So in that respect it feels like a massive step backwards (though I do understand the view that for Ray/Sand to ultimately pan out, this is something that needs to happen, otherwise the spectre of Mew and what ifs would always loom over them). And as much as everyone talks about Ray not sparing Sand a moment's thought as soon as Mew opens up, it's equally true that when Ray is spending time with Sand, he doesn't appear to be giving Mew a moment's thought either, until he's forcibly reminded of him (ending of eps 3 and 5). So is he just super good at compartmentalising? Does he just grab onto any affection offered to him at any given moment? I think the cutting/editing of scenes is making me feel more wary about the outcome than I otherwise would be because I'm feeling acutely conscious of how many eps are left and how much (or little) screentime Sand/Ray (and Sand on his own) have had of late, and I very much DO want them to have a happy (or at least open but pointing that way) ending, and a LOT needs to happen (Ray getting over Mew, Sand's ex, Ray realising how he feels bout Sand and making up for his behaviour, Ray accepting he has a substance abuse problem and wanting (and hopefully getting) help for it) before that can be a possibility, and with the screentime ratio the way it has been, at this rate I don't see how they could fit it all in in a satisfactory manner. But I still want to believe! I'm still holding out for a finale timeskip wherein Sand picks Ray up from rehab and whisks him off to Chiang Mai so the series can end with them sipping non-alcoholic beverages beneath the stars!

I am clinging desperately to the hope that Sand and Ray will be together happily in the end. I do remember one interview/livestream (?) where Khaotung mentioned that everyone will come to terms with their true feelings. So that alone is giving me hope, and I'm going to choose to believe that's in relation to Ray's feelings for Sand.

About Boston seemingly being proven right...I agree with you that I don't think Ray was telling Mew the truth because he thought it would increase his chances of being with Mew (I'm sure that occurred to him, but I don't think it was his primary motivator). Tbh, I think Ray would have survived in the friendzone with Mew, and I think he'd even started to resign himself to it, until Mew opened up that possibility. That's the most important thing in my mind: Mew is the one who brought up the state of their relationship, not Ray. Ray wasn't going to push it until Mew gave him the opportunity to ask if they could be something more.

Another thing giving me hope is as you mentioned; we've seen this dynamic play out pretty often. It's certainly not ideal, but if Ray wasn't in a relationship with Mew at any point, I truly don't think he would ever be able to move on from him. He might come close, but there would always be a part of him harboring that unrequited crush, wondering what could've been. It's interesting to me also that Ray's crush seems to go back to Mew 'saving his life,' when in fact Sand has also saved his life on multiple occasions (different situations, but the effect is similar). I do understand that the situation with Mew 2 years ago lingers with Ray so much because in it, Ray seemed to be making the conscious deciding to end his own life.

And yeah, Ray doesn't look pleased in the Ep8 preview. Not at all. Which begs the question: If Ray really was so head-over-heels for Mew, why would he care who Sand is involved with? I think his possessiveness is about more than just egotism.

I do think Ray is so desperate for affection that it made it easy for him to develop feelings for Sand. But I also don't think that is the only reason why he appears to be all-in on Sand whenever they're alone together. It's a catalyst for those feelings to develop, but I don't think it tells the full story (or at least, I'd like to hope it doesn't).

Finally, this ep seemed most focused on Mew's revenge plot, which might mean that the next ep will be devoted to the other characters. Again, I'm just clinging onto what Khao said about the characters working through their feelings. (But if they do not go to Chiang Mai together in the end, that will be a giant missed opportunity imo haha.)

#Five more eps I have faith they will be able to hash things out #Prayer circle activated #only friends #only friends ask #only friends the series #ofts #sandray #raysand #sanray #raysan #raymew #ask #firstkhaotung #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #only friends meta #only friends episode 7 #only friends theories #only friends predictions

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buckyismybicycle · 2 years ago

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I don't know how terrible this quality will be on Tumblr, but the higher resolution/original can be found on AO3!

Title: swim for the music that saves you Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Tags: ShrinkyClinks, Social Media AU, WIP/teaser Summary: It all started when he sent a video singing Happy Birthday to his sister, not knowing that she would post it on her social media.

Now, JBuckyBarnes has millions of followers all hearing his story, following his recovery, listening to him sing. Little does he know, he's going to change the life of one follower in particular.

Steve Rogers, chronically ill and spending most of his days inside, has to live vicariously through others. He longs for adventure, trying new things, feeling the sun on his face. A/N: This fic has been sitting in my drafts for some time now... Thanks to @buckybarnesevents: Alternate June-iverse giving me a little kick, I've decided to post an excerpt/the beginning and the rest of it will come in due course.

“Hiya folks… Well, it was, uh.” The brunette on screen pauses and then smiles sadly. “Alright, you know I can’t lie to you. I wanna say it was fine and dandy, but it was honestly rough. That’s why this video’s a bit late, sorry ‘bout that, by the way. It took longer than I thought it would to edit so I honestly kind of gave up.”

He lays his head in a propped up hand, resting against his piano.

“So, I got home Sunday afternoon and crashed. I don’t even remember getting into bed. Didn’t sleep through the night, of course. I never do. But! That’s just me, my body’s not a fan of the meds. I was feeling crummy — you know when you’re so hungry you’re nauseous but you can’t eat ‘cause you’re nauseous? Anyway, so that for like, six hours. Finally got to sleep when the sun was risin’ but only managed about an hour or so. You lot haven’t heard Brooklyn traffic.”

Steve can’t help but smirk at that because he has, and he is in fact listening to the god-awful Brooklyn traffic outside his window. He could always move his desk away from the window, but he needs some sort of sunlight from time to time.

The YouTube video plays on his phone while he takes a break from work, stretching and wincing as his joints crack.

“So, it’s like, ten in the mornin’ and I decide I’m gonna get something to eat. Nausea won that round, unfortunately, so by three o'clock I am starving. I was cranky for the whole day, and I don’t wanna make cranky videos for you guys. So, that’s enough rambling from me. My brain’s been a little all over the place so I haven’t written anything in ages, but how about a cover of the best of the best? Thanks for sticking around! Hope you like this one.”

Steve watches as Bucky lifts the cover of his piano and stretches the fingers on his prosthetic. Today, it’s the metal titanium one, with its beautiful plate work and a small Hydra Industries logo on the forearm.

You gotta swim… Swim for your life

Swim for the music that saves you

When you're not so sure you'll survive

You gotta swim… Swim when it hurts

The whole world is watching

You haven't come this far to fall off the earth

The currents will pull you, away from your love

Just keep your head above

I found a tidal wave begging to tear down the dawn

Memories like bullets, they fired at me from a gun

Cracking the armor, yeah

I swim for brighter days, despite of the absence of sun

Choking on salt water, I'm not giving in, I swim

You gotta swim… through nights that won't end

Swim for your families, your lovers, your sisters, and brothers and friends

Steve listens to the beautiful voice fill the empty space of his studio apartment, caught up in the soft yet powerful melody. What really hits him are the words, though.

Bucky’s life is no secret — except maybe his real first name because there’s no parent on this planet that hates their kid that much. Steve doesn’t know exactly how Bucky had started off, but the channel was a newer discovery for Steve.

Well, there it is. As always, thanks so much for tuning in! Hope you liked the song, and maybe I’ll see you guys next time with something original, huh? Bye!”

#connect4AU #alternate juneiverse #stucky fic #stucky fanfic #and moodboard I suppose #bucky barnes fanfiction

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thespianinthebackcorner · 11 months ago

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bringing this old thing over from Hoyolab

its a theory of mine about Rhinedottir from a while back that I think still stands. I'm just copypasting the entire thing so here we go

Ok so I've had this theory simmering for a while now but after that new trailer and some research it's really coming together. Compared to some other theories out there it doesn't have that much evidence but I am fully prepared for any new Rhinedottir lore so if you have info I've missed please tell me (and tell me where you found the info so I can factcheck.)

My theory summarised is: Rhinedottir, like her son, is a synthetic human. This actually started out way back when we first heard her name. Rhinedottir. sounds like Rhinestone, yeah? And what's a rhinestone? A man-made stone. I did some research into the word Rhine on its own though, and it's (a) the name of a river in France and (b) literally means "that which flows" in like Czech or something. (Edit, it's not Czech, it was like Celtic or something, sorry) So I thought it was a dead end at the time.

But then I did more research. Basically, the "dotter" part of the name is a Swedish last name suffix. Joined onto a name, it literally means [name]'s daughter. (If you're wondering, the male version is "son". Like Johnson or Andersson.) Which is where things get interesting. Since this is Rhinedottir's first name, it seems like her own master's name was simply "Rhine." Which, for a synthetic human, would make sense, as their master is usually the most important person to them. If Rhinedottir chose her own name, it wouldn't be surprising that she picked that. Or, that's the name her master gave her, and she chose "Gold" for herself. (Of course, abiding by the Swedish name logic, Albedo's name should technically be "Rhinedottirsson" or "Goldsson" but... Well, it's pretty clear why Rhinedottir didn't follow the pattern.)

We could also take the "Rhine" part literally, making her name mean "Daughter of That Which Flows." Considering that the alchemical substance that seems to bring these kinds of things to life is a liquid, it makes sense. (Albedo had a line in 2.3's Shadows Amidst Snowstorms that implies this- "The alchemical substance drips and spreads out in all directions, resulting in this rather ingenious diamond shape." He's talking 'bout the star on his neck.)

My second piece of evidence is the story teaser- that is, the Windblume cutscene. The Hexenzirkel that she belonged to was formed a long time ago, and in the conversation in the trailer, Andersdotter (the woman who wrote the Boar Princess, who was human) mentions that her lifespan is nothing compared to the other members of the Hexenzirkel. This conversation appears to have happened before the Cataclysm, so it implies that Rhinedottir already had an extended lifespan. She could also simply be a human cursed with immortality after the Cataclysm, but since she literally went underground for 500 years afterwards, I don't think she could have spared the time to have a tea party. She was blamed for the whole disaster, remember, and it was her creations that went out of control across Teyvat, so she was probably running and staying away from society while working on her ongoing project. In the same cutscene, the hands that hold the small child when she's speaking look a little like puppet hands- they look a bit like they're made of multiple overlapping plates. Coincidence? I think not.

And as a last piece of not-really-evidence that I just want to mention- she's been portrayed a lot as a very cold, calculating woman. And yet in the cutscene, she's shown to have her own humanity and affection for her creations- a direct contrast to how the rest of Teyvat sees her, and how her actions have influenced the world and the people in it. From her creations going wild and causing the deaths of many people and other characters (Xiao's siblings included) to her ruthless abandonment and attempted murder of Subject Two, it's interesting to see her own feelings for a change. However, that stroke of humanity we see is also an explanation as to why Albedo and Durin are so attached to her regardless. (Well, were in Durin's case, but... Not the point.) It's implied in the descriptions of the claws we get from defeating Rifthounds that she considers "Cretaceus"- aka Albedo- as her greatest creations, and that Durin of "Humus" is far greater than the Rifthounds, and likely most of her other creations. So perhaps, despite being an awful perfectionist and a sorry excuse for a mother, she loved her "children" in her own way. It's possible that this morally grey switch between "cold and calculating" and "warm motherly type" is a direct result of the way synthetic or artificial humans- not just in Genshin but in lots of other media too- struggle with how they perceive and express their own emotions, often resorting simply to their natural cold, blunt, logical way of taking things when it gets too much for them or they get confused. Which often results in them suffering even more emotional pain and/or guilt, but what's life without needing therapy at some point? And since that conversation we hear Rhinedottir talk so fondly in likely happened before the Cataclysm, she might've been damaged by all that as well, and used raising Albedo as a method of escapism- leading to her perfectionist attitude getting the better of her. Perhaps she disappeared on him so readily because she needed time to heal, and she had nothing left to teach him in her eyes.

So yeah, that's the theory. If you've got this far thank you, cause I know the formattings gonna look awful on PC. Sorry.

#genshin impact #genshin #rhinedottir #albedo #genshin theory

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angstyaches · 2 years ago

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please please please soft n domestic sharlie where they’re both feeling really icky. they’re doing their best to work together and deal with it, but it really sucks and charlie calls his mum for advice?

Part One | Part Two

CW: stomach bug, fever, nausea, vomiting, anxiety, headache, light sensitivity, near-fainting, brief mentions of demonic possession and visions, food, disordered eating, sickies both worried about each other.

Word Count: 4,892

Sorry for any typos/editing fuck-ups, and also for the possibly abrupt endling? I've been agonising over this for so long and right now it's 1am and I'm soooo sleepy.

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A gurgling sound broke the stillness, and even though Charlie was asleep and – hopefully – unaware of any bodily distress, Shayne swept his hand forward, through the fabric of his boyfriend’s pyjamas, and stroked his stomach.

He was half-asleep himself, exhaustion weighing on his head and his chest while he struggled to stay conscious. Charlie was sleeping now, yes, but sleep could be disrupted by so many things, with vomiting bouts and horrific nightmares being the two main causes for concern right now.

He was barely aware that he’d let out a groan – out loud, loudly – until he felt Charlie tense, and then stir.

“Sorry," Shayne murmured. "Are you okay?”

Charlie suddenly rolled over to face him. His breath was minty from when he’d brushed his teeth a few hours ago, after his most recent appointment with the toilet bowl. His eyelids were barely open, but he was doing his best to peer at Shayne’s face in the dark.

“Are you okay?” Shayne whispered again. “I-I didn’t know you were awake. Did you have a bad dream, or –”

“No,” Charlie breathed. “Can I just check...?”

Before Shayne could ask what he wanted to check, Charlie brushed Shayne’s curls back from his forehead and held his head in place – and then tipped their foreheads together.

Charlie’s skin felt clammy, but not as noticeably so as earlier, which had to be a good thing. Charlie held them both in that position for a long moment. Too long.

Long enough that Shayne started feeling squirmy.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you sick?” Charlie asked.

“What? No?”

“You’re as hot as I am.��

Shayne scoffed. “I’m... Charlie, I’m not sure that’s scientific –”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Fuck. Shayne had never managed to build up an immunity to that question. Especially not when Charlie asked it. Especially not when he asked in that painfully gentle voice. It made Shayne’s breath catch in his throat. It made his heart stop. It made him do something that he almost hated more than asking anyone for help; think about himself.

So, for Charlie and for no other reason, he checked on himself. And the conclusion was that he felt like shit. But when didn’t he feel like shit?

It was stress! He knew that. He was worried about Charlie – about his bug, and about his dreams, and about his general mental state. Worry made him stiff, and nauseous, and tired. There was nothing unusual about that. He was just stressed.

Just tired.

“Tired,” he whispered, forgetting to add the just.

Charlie was still holding his hand against Shayne’s head, only now he was gently fondling his hair. When he shifted his head back, his blue, fever-glazed eyes had said, I don’t believe you, but okay. “Roll over. My turn to spoon you.”

“I can’t rub your stomach then,” Shayne said, noticing how it sounded more like a threat than a fact.

“I know, but you’re warm. You’ll be my hot water bottle.” Charlie pressed his hands into Shayne’s side, barely pushing him, but making his point. “Roll.”

Shayne grumbled slightly at having to move, but if Charlie wanted him to turn over, then he’d do as he was asked.

He might as well have not bothered.

Throughout the rest of the night, Charlie tossed from his back to his side and back to his other side, until Shayne almost lost track of where in the bed his boyfriend actually was. His nerves started to grate in the early morning, as Charlie hoisted himself into yet another new position, and Shayne was about to snap and tell him to settle the fuck down, but luckily, Charlie spoke first and beat him to it.

“You awake?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna go chill on the couch instead?” Charlie groaned. “I’m getting restless.”

Oh, you think? Shayne didn’t particularly want to move, but he wanted to do what Charlie wanted. He grunted and nodded.

Charlie seemed to remember that he’d been in the same pyjamas ever since he’d first thrown up, so he changed into a set of cream-coloured loungewear that Ingrid had gifted him at Christmas. It’d shrunk a little during its first wash-and-dry, so the ankle- and wrist-cuffs were a little high, but Charlie seemed content enough. He let out a constant stream of groans and whimpers of discomfort as he went about changing.

Shayne moved slowly, his joints growing more rigid as he left the warmth of the bed. As soon as he was up, Charlie scooped the duvet up and carried it like he was a pale, sickly fireman. Shayne grabbed an extra hoodie and half-heartedly pulled it on as he followed Charlie downstairs.

“I’m actually kind of hungry,” Charlie admitted in the hallway.

It took Shayne a second to register that. Food just hadn’t crossed his mind since Charlie had started puking his life away. “Do... you want me to get you something?”

“No, I’ll get it myself.”

Before Shayne could protest, Charlie handed over the bulky duvet to him. “You go get the place comfy. I’ll follow you in a minute. And get warm, okay?”

It was only then that Shayne noticed that he was shaking, hard enough for Charlie to have noticed, too. His jaw ached from the force of keeping his teeth from rattling, and some of that same tension was creeping down into his shoulders.

As Charlie took his detour through the kitchen, Shayne tossed the blanket across the couch and fired up the radiators in the front sitting room. He stayed crouched next to one of them, holding his hand against it until he thought he could feel it start to warm up. He realised he was spacing out when the top of his head touched the radiator and snapped him back to life.

He got up and shut the curtains on all sides of the room; the sun wasn’t quite up yet, but it would be soon, and the light might hurt Charlie’s head. The last thing he needed, on top of a stomach bug, was a migraine.

The very idea of him having to deal with both made Shayne’s knees feel weak. Or maybe they’d already felt kind of weak to begin with...

He glanced towards the sitting room door as Charlie appeared, bleary-eyed and messy-haired. He was carrying a plate that held two slices of toast that were so pale that he’d probably gotten impatient and popped them up before the toaster had finished. He also had a cup of water, which he was taking a sip from while he walked.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

Shayne swallowed the fluttering sensation in his throat. “Mmhmm. You?”

Charlie put his glass on the coffee table and took a bite out of his toast.

Since they had access to the TV now, Shayne expected Charlie to put on an episode of Friends, or something similar, but in the end, he ate his toast in silence. By the time he’d finished, Shayne had crawled in between the sofa and the duvet, and hummed – or was it a whimper? – when Charlie joined him.

“Are you awake?”

Shayne flinched.

He wasn’t sure he’d been asleep at all, really, but rather drifting somewhere between a confusing dream and the reality in which he was feeling more and more like shit by the minute. His head throbbed, his stomach hurt like a bitch, and he just wished he could sleep. But he was also so cold that it felt like an ice demon had crawled over him, and that sensation alone was enough to keep him awake.

Yes, unfortunately, he thought in his head. Then he remembered that Charlie wasn’t in his head.

“Mm.” He hugged Charlie a little harder, hands closing over opposite sides of his waist, and turned his head to get a face full of soft, blonde hair that smelled like spring time. He felt Charlie lean into the embrace, too.

His chest suddenly fluttered with anxiety. “Are you okay, love?”

“Yep. No dreams. Not going to throw up,” Charlie whispered. Then, he pressed a quick kiss against Shayne’s cheek. The kiss felt like punctuation – a full-stop at the end of the soft, hazy quiet that had enveloped them both for so long.

“I’m really sorry, lovely.”

“Hmm?”

Charlie began to shimmy across the couch, shaking out his part of the blanket to get his feet loose. “I am... way too hot. Holy shit.”

The arms Shayne had been using to hold onto Charlie locked themselves around his own torso. He blinked his eyes open and almost outwardly whimpered at the cold that pressed in on him. It felt like the sun had just been shot down out of the sky in the middle of the afternoon, and his body was being consumed by freezing shadows.

“Wh-what...?”

“I can’t cuddle anymore.”

Well, fuck. There was a sentence Shayne would never, in his life, have banked on hearing from Charlie’s lips.

“But I’m so fucking cold.” Shayne hated to whine, but his brain wasn’t working properly, and these were desperate times. He hugged himself a bit harder.

“Aw. Sweetheart,” Charlie lamented quietly.

It was only about one metre of space that separated them now, but they might as well have been on opposite sides of the globe.

“I’m just... too hot. I’m sorry.” Charlie sighed and stood up, raking his fingers through his hair. His cheeks did, admittedly, look flushed, which was better than sickly pale, at least.

He took a step forward, moving with more conviction than he had in days, through the way he kept his shoulders slightly hunched and his knees too rigid gave away how stiff and achy he still was.

“Is it okay if I just turn the radiators down?”

For a second, Shayne genuinely thought he might cry. “Charlie, no. I’m begging you.”

“I’m gonna pass out from the heat. Seriously.”

“Charlie, I’m going to kill you.”

“Just by one notch, okay?”

Shayne pulled the blanket up as far as his eyes and stared miserably at Charlie as he moved across the room. He didn’t want Charlie to be uncomfortable. Obviously. It just sucked that it came at the price of worsening his own experience.

“Fine.”

Charlie crouched by the radiator, moving at a snail’s pace and groaning under his breath. He shoved his already-slightly-too-short sleeves up even further, so that the cream fabric was bunched up around his elbows.

“How you feeling?” Shayne lowered the blanket slightly to ask. That horrible worry fluttered in his chest again, setting off a burning discomfort in the pit of his stomach. Charlie had been so, so sick, not to mention wracked with every emotion under the sun. And talking about some... worrying things –

Charlie huffed in displeasure. “Boiling alive,” he declared, as though he hadn’t just mentioned that at least three times already.

Shayne would have rolled his eyes if he didn’t think it would make him dizzy. “Besides that.”

“Oh. Um,” Charlie sighed as he fidgeted with the knob. “I’m still feeling kind of bleugh. I'm so fed up of it, to be honest.”

I’m sorry. I wish I could fix it faster.

“How are you, lovely?” Charlie turned his head to look back at Shayne. “Are you doing okay?”

Shayne swallowed. He didn’t need to assess himself this time – he knew what was going on, and the sickly feeling in his stomach was only confirming it – but he did stop to weigh up the pros and cons of telling Charlie the truth.

“You hesitated.” Charlie sighed again. This time, his eyes were pinned on Shayne’s face, which, evidently, was giving away a lot more than his words were. “It’s happening, isn’t it?”

Charlie – fuck, Shayne loved him so much – had never actually said the words out loud, that Shayne was sick now, too. The most he’d done was suggest that they had the same body temperature, and encourage him to take some sips of water from the same glass; no use worrying about sharing germs when the germs had already been shared.

Shayne was sick. They both knew that. They just didn’t know how sick.

Charlie was grimacing as he stood up from adjusting the radiator. He didn’t ask, out loud, if Shayne was finally feeling sick to his stomach, but his hand hovered near his own belly, as though in sympathy.

Shayne shook his head in an attempt at defiance – ironically, too busy fighting a wave of nausea to actually say anything.

Charlie nodded, not in understanding, but in acknowledgment of Shayne’s bullshit. “I’ll make you some tea. That usually helps you.”

“D-don’t... don’t be stupid,” Shayne choked out. Tea. He hadn’t made Charlie any tea. He’d brought him water, and crackers, and ibuprofen for his head and fever when he’d asked for them, but... not tea. Guilt fogged up his eyes. “Charlie, sit back down. You’re sick.”

“You’re sick. And you said you’re freezing, so I’m going to make you tea.” Charlie’s eyes, tired and sunken as they were, crinkled up at the corners with an easy smile as he started to move towards the hallway door. “I’m going through the kitchen anyway. I wanna go to the patio for some fresh air.”

Shayne’s whole body shuddered at the idea. Even the air directly outside his blanket was too much. “You’re crazy.”

“Well, then,” Charlie shrugged slowly, “you love a crazy person, so what does that say about you?”

God fucking damn it, Shayne thought, drawing the blanket a little closer to himself. He’s fucking right.

___

Charlie filled the kettle to halfway – maybe he’d have a cup of tea as well, if he managed to cool down – and put it on to boil. He flicked the button down with a bit of flair, tilting his hips as though there was music playing. Out of nowhere, he’d started feeling so much more active. Maybe all that resting had paid off, and now he could be productive. He started thinking about bringing his laptop into the sitting room to catch up on the slides from the lectures he’d missed while he was sick. That would save him a lot of stress next week.

It was already much cooler than the sitting room, but he still craved that fresh air he’d promised himself.

He sucked in a breath as he pushed open the patio door and let a gentle morning breeze drift over his face and neck. He took a couple of steps across the paved slabs. The cold creeping in through his socks barely registered. Birds were letting off calls through the forest, and the sound carried back and reverberated against the gable end of the house. The wind through the trees made the same sound as his breath made in his nose.

He breathed in again.

And then shuddered as he breathed out.

The morning was overcast, but the sun was up there somewhere, attempting to burn through the clouds. The resulting white light was like a million tiny daggers forcing their way into Charlie’s eye sockets.

His vision started to dissolve into dark spots. His knees didn’t just feel like they’d gone weak, they felt like they just... didn’t exist anymore. There had always been a low thrum of ickiness in his tummy, just a weakened echo of the pain and nausea from the previous few days, but now it sank its claws into his insides, dragging the weight of his organs towards his toes.

His flash of confidence was whisked away like a rug from under his feet – and the ground itself felt like it was being ripped away, too.

No, no, no. He absolutely did not want to faint out here. He couldn’t.

And yet –

Dark, dark, his vision was so dark, speckled with leaves and twigs and then with swirling shadows –

Charlie stumbled forward on unsteady feet, unseeing, praying there was nothing sharp or hard for him to step on. His hands flailed in search of the wooden banister that looped around the edge of the patio.

“Ah,” Charlie whispered out loud, triumphant. He sagged forward as his hands closed around the rain-dampened wood. He wondered if he’d have sagged even if he hadn’t found the banister with his hands. Would his head have found it, instead? He tried not to think too hard about that, because it made him feel woozy again.

He dropped his weight against the banister, leaning into his torso so his legs could recover from their jelly-like state. Breathing deeply seemed to steady him a bit, but it also dried him out, from the tip of his tongue all way down into his lungs and belly.

With each blink, thought, the ground came a little more into focus, and his head felt less like it was filled with bubble wrap being melted by a heat gun. He tried to pinpoint as many little details as he could, tethering himself to the scene as though he was returning to his body after a dissociative panic attack.

“Oh, fuck, are you okay?”

Charlie started. His neck was too stiff to lift his head as quickly as he wanted to, so Shayne was standing right next to him before he managed to look up.

“Um, yeah...” Charlie was still wondering whether or not he should say something about the dizzy spell and almost passing out, when he realised:

Shayne was now clutching the railing, too. He opened his mouth, like he was going to say something, but instead he leaned over the edge of the patio and retched over the side.

Charlie heaved a shaky sigh. “There it is.”

He had been deluding himself with the hope that the sickness wouldn’t hit Shayne’s stomach the way it had hit his. He looped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. He was shaking even harder than Charlie was.

Shayne coughed deeply, his chest banging into the wooden railing, before he choked out a hoarse, and very displeased, “Fuck’s sake.”

It tickled Charlie just a bit, that Shayne still had the capacity to be pissed off, even in the middle of vomiting. He wondered if he was pissed off at the bug for getting to him, or at his body for allowing the bug to get to him. Probably both. Or just existence in general.

“Sorry.” Shayne gulped audibly, his shoulders shuddering as he tried to straighten himself up. He absently wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “I – I came out to – to ch-check on you.”

“Thank you,” Charlie said sincerely, though his voice was trembling. He rubbed a weak circle across Shayne’s lower back. His mind was racing, trying to land on some kind of plan for taking care of Shayne while he was still very much recovering himself. “Come on. Wanna get back in, out of the cold?”

Shayne shook his head, despite shivering miserably. “Not done.”

“Oh.”

“Mmhmm. You can go, though.”

Charlie took his hand off the railing and took a step back – just checking that he actually could go back inside without his knees buckling and his head hitting the paved slabs. He still felt like he hadn’t caught his breath, and his head still hurt, but he felt steadier.

He eyed the patio door to the kitchen. It was so tempting to retreat inside, away from the morning glare. He also needed a lot of water, he was realising. He’d been drinking a lot during his sickness, but he’d been sweating and puking most of it away. And as he’d just learned, he was no good to Shayne if he passed out, whether it was from light sensitivity, or dehydration, or any other reason.

Charlie’s legs and arms trembled as he let go of the banister. He felt like he was standing on ice skates, fighting just to stay balanced. “I’m just... going to the kitchen, lovely.”

“Mmm.” Shayne folded his arms on top of the railing and leaned forward again.

Charlie moved delicately through the kitchen, finding his hands grow steadier. He willed himself not to get carried away like last time. No flair, no silly little hip wiggles. He was still sick and he still needed to act like it.

He decided against making himself a cup of tea, and sipped on another glass of water instead.

He heard the patio door shut, and turned to see that Shayne had come back inside and headed straight for the kitchen table. He slumped down into a chair and buried his head in his arms, like he used to do as his school desk.

Worry and nostalgia wriggled in Charlie’s gut.

“Shayne?” he said gently, walking towards the table with a steaming mug.

He responded with a muffled groan.

“I made you some tea, cutie.” Charlie felt a genuine smile flicker across his face. “To settle your tummy.”

Shayne lifted his head up and blinked. He was horribly pale, the shadows under his eyes deepened. “What?”

Charlie left the mug down next to him and gestured to it. “It’s ginger.”

Shayne gave a flustered little groan.

“What?” Charlie asked.

“I t-told you not to.”

“You’re welcome.”

Shayne flinched again. “Sorry. Thank you...”

“It’s okay,” Charlie half-laughed, though he found no part of this funny. His nerves were all alight, his veins tingling with adrenaline like he was in the middle of a slow-creeping anxiety attack. It was just sinking in that he’d almost fainted out there on the patio. He could have hurt himself, badly, if he had.

And Shayne was struggling to keep still in the chair without shuddering. His hands were trembling so much that Charlie actually dreaded him trying to pick the mug up, so he picked it back up himself.

“Come on. Back to the warm.”

“Hurts,” Shayne mumbled.

“I know, lovely. I know it does.” Believe me, I know. Charlie tried to force a smile, even while his eyes threatened to fill up. “I can’t bear watching you shiver like this, though, so come on, please.”

Shayne stiffened and attempted to put his hands on the table to push himself up. “Sorry.”

“Would you stop saying you’re sorry?” Charlie exclaimed softly. It probably came out sounding a lot harsher than it did in his head, because it seemed to make Shayne flinch again. “You’re killing me, lovely.”

Charlie went first, glancing back to make sure he didn’t lose Shayne. He half-expected him to duck into the downstairs bathroom as they passed it, judging by the colour of his face and the hand that didn’t seem to want to leave his belly.

But they both reached the sofa again, and Charlie gestured for Shayne to get into the duvet, and he did.

“Comfy?”

Shayne shrugged, eyeing the mug Charlie had carried in for him. Charlie felt a little glow of accomplishment as he handed it over and Shayne willingly took it.

“Thanks.”

“You’re... you’re welcome,” Charlie sighed. He shut his eyes and let himself be swamped with the light-headedness he’d been fighting off on the walk from the kitchen to the sitting room. When he opened his eyes again, Shayne had wrapped his hands around the mug and held it close to his chest, like he wanted it to warm his insides, but hadn’t quite realised that drinking it would achieve that even faster.

His dark eyes, riddled with exhaustion, were pinned on Charlie.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yep. No. I don’t know.”

“Sit down.”

Charlie did, ignoring the duvet. Those waves of skin-prickling heat and the panic hit him all at once, again. The flashes of that dark dream, that dark place, that had licked at his mind as he’d stepped outside. Shit. What could Shayne have realistically done in his state, if Charlie had blacked out on the patio and hurt himself?

It could have been bad.

“Love...” Shayne’s voice was a little hoarse after being sick. “Charlie, are you crying?”

He was, he realised. Tears even hotter than his skin settled in the corner of his eyes.

“I ju–” Charlie covered his mouth to hold in a sob, even though he realised that it was for nobody’s benefit. He sank down lower, tipping his head against Shayne’s shoulder. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“What to do? Charlie, it’s fine. I can still do stuff for you, if – if you need something.”

“No. You can’t. You’re sick, too.”

Shayne shook his head. “Charlie, everything is okay. You’re panicking.”

“I think – I think I’m going to call my mum.” As soon as he said it, Charlie exhaled thoroughly, deeply. Yeah. That felt right.

He patted down his pockets, not finding his phone until he expanded his search to the sofa cushions underneath him. When he settled back down, getting ready to make the call, he glanced to the side and saw that Shayne was staring at him like he’d suggested contacting NASA and asking to borrow some of their equipment.

___

Shayne’s heart was racing frantically. He was certain that if his stomach hadn’t just been thoroughly emptied out on the patio, he’d have thrown up from the feeling that had inhabited his body.

The same feeling he’d had when he’d accidentally walked straight into the Waters’ house without knocking, making them think someone had just broken in; the same feeling he’d had after the first time he’d accidentally fallen asleep in Charlie’s room.

So much space, you take up so much –

Charlie put a hand on Shayne’s knee. “You okay?” he asked quietly, but then Ingrid answered her phone.

“Heya, sweetie!” Her voice was already dripping with sympathy when she answered the phone; Charlie text her since he’d gotten sick, so it wasn’t news to her. “Are you okay?”

“Not really.” Charlie was even more direct and honest with his mother than he was with Shayne, and hearing him admit so freely that he wasn’t okay made Shayne’s stomach lurch again.

He brought his tea to his lips, not daring to take a sip and yet desperate for something to do.

“No?” Ingrid asked.

“I can’t stand up for longer than a few minutes without feeling like I’m going to pass out –”

Shayne’s heart dropped. Wait, what?

“And now Shayne’s throwing up, too. I don’t – don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, take a deep breath, Char,” Ingrid said steadily. “I really doubt it’s anything serious. Are you staying hydrated? Plenty of fluids?”

“I-I’m trying to...”

“Good. Good. Eating something?”

“I had some toast this morning. I...” Charlie’s gaze flicked towards Shayne. His eyes flashed questioningly. “I can’t remember when...”

Shayne shook his head, suddenly feeling like he might be the one crying next. He hadn’t eaten since Charlie had come down with the bug, but he didn’t want to admit that, not with Ingrid on the phone.

“I’m going to come over and check on you both,” Ingrid said.

Shayne’s stomach felt like it was going down a funfair slide.

“And I’ll bring you a few bits that you might need. You shouldn’t be driving if you’re having dizzy spells,” Ingrid was saying. “I’ll leave in a few minutes, so I should... Hmm. I’ll be there around tea time.”

Through the drained look on Charlie’s face, there was a flicker of joy. What Shayne felt was a mixture of relief and guilt that he couldn’t quite wrestle any logic from; he was glad that Ingrid was coming for Charlie’s sake, but the fact that she was also coming due to him being sick made him want to set himself on fire.

Instead, he took a slow sip of his tea, which was so hot that it almost felt like setting his mouth on fire. It felt a little better when it reached his empty belly, warmth gently curling through his insides. He couldn't help but feel like he didn't deserve that small relief from the nausea and the cold.

How could he not have realised that Charlie was close to passing out when he'd found him earlier? Shayne had walked out onto the patio and spent all of three seconds checking on his boyfriend before turning into a shivering, puking mess.

The phone conversation seemed to be wrapping up. “Thanks, Mum.”

“See you soon, sweetie. Love you both.”

Shit.

“Love you.” Charlie hung up and let his phone slide down onto the couch. His attention was immediately fixed on Shayne. “Hey. You okay?”

He nodded insincerely.

“Come here.” Charlie seemed a bit more at ease now, which let Shayne lean into him for comfort with a little less guilt. He was so warm, even though the duvet was separating Shayne’s body from his. “Sorry I had to tell my mum you’re not feeling well.”

“It’s fine,” Shayne exhaled. “Sorry I didn’t... know you almost passed out.”

“Sorry I gave you my bug.” Charlie hummed in gentle amusement. At least he seemed calmer now. Calmer than he had since before he’d gotten sick. “We could do this all day, lovely, or we could try to get some sleep.”

Shayne tried and failed to suppress the shiver that began in the pit of his stomach and ended at the ends of his hair. “Mmm.”

“Drink your tea.” Charlie pressed a kiss into Shayne’s curls. “And know that you deserve to be taken care of."

Shayne almost choked as he tried to take a sip. His gaze flicked towards Charlie's face. "Um. So do you."

"I know that," Charlie whispered. "Just making sure you know it, too."

#StW Shayne #StW Charlie #emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #OC sickfic #hurt comfort #hurt and comfort #angst #im so tired what even are tags ahhh

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