#Ugh its so sickeningly sweet

[quartergremlin]

did you ever expect to have "Jesus egg" as one of your more popular tags

god no, mot evem whem i made the first egg comic.

most people hate child ocs (and i wasn't particularly interested either), so I never planned on making lena a character. This was just an ask that ballooned out of control. seriously. Every single part of jesus egg except for "baby fever" happened directly because of you guys. Yall kept asking questions and loving her and making me want to love and know more about her too! So uh. Thank you!

[3kiripima3]

Omg hiii!! I was wondering if youd write Verosika x fem (its ok if gn) reader thats super bitchy w everyone but her?

Verosika x Fem Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Slight Suggestive Implications at Points

A/N: I hope this is good enough for you <3

☆ When she first started dating you, Verosika honestly had no idea why you barely had any friends.

☆ You were so sweet and loving towards her all the time; how could people not like you?

☆ The first time she truly experienced your bitchy side was when you were both hanging out with Verosika's succubi and incubi friends.

☆ You were talking to Verosika when one of her friends accidentally spilt her drink over your dress.

☆ Oh, boy!

☆ I doubt anyone in that room had ever heard so many new curse words at once.

☆ After you'd finished insulting the poor demon, Verosika stared at you, a mixture of impressed and mortified.

☆ If Verosika was being completely honest, your bitchiness kind of turned her on.

☆ Eventually, she got used to the fact that you were like that to most other demons.

☆ She did always try to make sure you weren't bitchy towards her friends though.

☆ Maybe sometimes she wishes you verbally tore her to pieces like you do others. It is kinda hot to her.

☆ The time Verosika was most shocked by you would have to be the time you encountered Blitzø while on the streets.

♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡

"I just don't get why you like the colour pink so much," Verosika said, looking at you mildly confused.

"Hm... yeah... I wonder why that could be?" You responded playfully, looking her up and down in utter adoration.

While Verosika caught onto the implication and was trying to hold herself back from giggling like a love sick teenage girl, a certain imp walked past.

"Ugh, I should have expected that bitch to be here..." Blitzø muttered, intentionally loud enough for both of you to hear.

"You fucking-" Verosika started, but you cut her off with a look, approaching Blitzø.

"Aw~ You must be that short-dicked imp, Blitzø. I've heard ever so much about you!" You said to him in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"You bitch! Mind your fucking business, you-"

"Verosika is my business, prick. Is the little imp upset? Are you an insecure, itty bitty baby?"

"Who do you think you are?! You-"

☆ Verosika was so proud of you, and glad you managed to bring Blitzø's attitude down a bit.

☆ Let's just say... Verosika was so glad she ended up rocking your world that night.

☆ You may be a bitch to everyone but her, but Verosika wouldn't want you any other way.

Hope you enjoyed <3

<3

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 15: against a wall with Wolfwood

warning: p in v, against a wall, public sex? idk its in an empty alley, slight vashwood ngl, not proofread.

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Harsh thrusts sent body quaking with the impact, like an active earthquake sending tremors up your spine and caused your pussy to clamp tighter around Wolfwood's cock, lean hips jackhammering you in place against the wall.

"Fuck, you take this cock so well, angel," He groans, keeping you up effortlessly with his hand on your thigh, the other behind your head in a sweet attempt to made that you don't go hitting your pretty head on the brick.

His hips pause and you see stars, grinding his pelvis into yours for a second to stimulate your painfully neglected clit and smother your jaw with wet kisses, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix in an almost painful shock of pure pleasure. "Aren't you just so sweet, honey, lettin' me fuck you in an alley. You just knew I couldn't wait any longer, didn't you?" He mocked in a sickeningly sweet tone, voice rough and teasing with that smug grin against your jawbone, but you couldn't care less when you felt him already beginning to swell inside of you.

"Yeah, I know," He murmured in response to your whine, keeping you cradled in his arms as he started to fuck into you again. As much as he wanted to keep you shaking and begging for more, he knew the chances of getting caught only grew bigger as time passed, and the last thing he wanted was to watch you pull at your panties because he had to cut your session short.

"Don't worry, honey, I got ya, you can do it," Oh, he loved how the squelching of your cunt echoed in the alley, harmonizing perfectly with the sound of his hips against your and your pretty moans. "Hold on tight, angel, I'm gonna go faster, 'kay?"

He hoisted you up higher on the wall before you could even process his drawl, sighing blissfully as his eyes rolled back when you squealed and clamped around him, practically bullying your drooling pussy with his harsh thrusts and the way he used your body as leverage.

"Fuck, angel, d'you see the way Vash was lookin' at ya?" So that's why he pulled you away from the group so suddenly. But with rose tinted cheeks and a slight grin on his face, you know he was anything but mad at his how "friend" had been ogling you in the morning sun.

"What's he think he's doin'? Eyein' up my bride like that. He's sure got a pair, doesn't he- argh, honey?" No matter how long you've been married, the way he called you his bride made your cheeks hot, and he sure got a kick out of the way you had to explain to bartenders and waitresses that you were, in fact, not a newlywed couple who needed some free drinks or anything. He was just a hopeless romantic, with a pretty young wife to brag about.

He was just so handsome, black bangs sticking to his forehead and sweat dripping down his neck, tan muscles looking tense in an effort not to let his knees buckle when you fluttered tighter. Ugh, his cock hurt- why'd you have to be so pretty?

"Hmph- okay, angel, c'mon." He had reached his limit, biting your neck in an effort not to cum prematurely. "Cum on my cock, little lady, we gotta get back to the others- Fuck!"

"Oh! Oh- c-cummin'! Fuck, honey, 'm cummin-!" He cried, almost losing his grip on you all together when his foot slipped in the dirt and you came on his cock with such a pretty sigh, but he found his balance just you felt that familiar hot wave crash into your womb.

He always came so much, today being no exception as it dripped out of you and splatted to the ground while he babbled, eyes closed and shaking his head dumbly with an almost fucked-out look on his face.

"D-Damn it! You're too tight, honey! Ohhh! Cummin' on my cock- so pretty- ahhh!" His words always did get choppy when he came, like he felt like he had to talk you threw it, even when he couldn't think a single thought besides how good your soft cunt felt around his throbbing cock.

Only when you felt his grip on your thigh and the back of your head loosen did the hot seed finally stop shooting into your pussy, though it still dripped between his shoes slowly to leave his mark. "Huh... Huh... Huh..." He panted hot breath down your neck, slumping weakly against your body, his firm chest pressed against your soft tits so sweetly you could ignore the layer of sweat.

"You did so good— you always do," He praised softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rubbed the back of your head lightly, not caring how his knuckles stung from how they grinded against the brick behind you. "Pretty bride, I love you."

[notiddygothgf]

6. troublemaker

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ Did you miss me? ❞ ❝ Only a little. ❞

★ c.w.: smoking, smut, lots of filthy dirty talk omg. (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: i hated writing this chapter only bc its like omg. i just want everyone to be HAPPYYYYY!! ugh. I tried to make it slow burny but as you can see that did not work out. I missed aki too much to bear it. Anyway! I'm finishing up the last few chapters in google docs (dw there are many chapters you will see before i post them, i like to be prepared is all) and im thinking of how to end the story. Leave suggestions! Keep them comments coming, I love reading through them! I be, like, kicking my feet n shit. 

★ w.c: .5.5k

shameless ; chapter index

THE MORNING LIGHT FILTERED SOFTLY through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. You stirred, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. His arm was still draped over you, holding you close. As you opened your eyes, you found yourself face to face with him. He was already awake, his gaze warm and soft, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice husky.

Yesterday was real. He was real.

"Morning," You replied, a blush creeping up your cheeks. The two of you were still pressed bare chest to bare chest, a gesture so sickeningly intimate that you couldn't help but blush.

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "How did you sleep?" he asked.

You smiled, feeling a little shy. "Better than I have in a long time," you admitted. "You?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling. "Like a baby," he said, his hand gently caressing your back. "You're a wild sleeper, though. Almost pushed me off the bed."

You laughed, feeling a lightness in your chest that you hadn't felt in ages. "And you're a wild lover. My back feels like shit," you teased, snuggling closer to him.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Sorry," he said quietly, his breath warm against your skin. "Wanna do it again sometime?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and for a moment, you were lost in the tender bliss of it all. 

"When's sometime?" You dared to ask.

He grinned – giddy and breathless and pretty, "Right now works for me. You?"

You laughed, "Don't be greedy."

Still, you thought about it. You thought about rolling over and kissing his pretty face again, being close to him – feeling his hands on your hips while he slowly, lazily thrusted up into you.

But then, reality came crashing down on you. You had a train to catch and responsibilities to face. As much as you wanted to stay in this cocoon of warmth and affection with him forever – stay buried in his strong, sweet smelling arms – you knew you couldn't.

You glanced over at the clock on the bedside table and your eyes widened in alarm. "My train!" You exclaimed, quickly pulling away from him. You reached for your phone, checking the time. 

Hurriedly, you got out of bed. You began gathering your things, slipping into your Public Safety suit and tie uniform. As you zipped up your suitcase, you caught his eye in the mirror. He was watching you with the most tender smile, and it made your heart ache.

"I'm going to have to call a cab," You said, smoothing out your uniform in the mirror. "I was going to walk, but... at this rate..." You trailed off, biting your lip.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about it," he said, getting out of bed. He came up behind you, his presence comforting. "I'll drive you."

You turned to face him, a look of surprise on your face. "You sure?" you asked, your voice soft. "I don't want to put you out of your way. I know you have work today."

You really, really, could get used to a sight like this – a handsome captain standing in nothing more than a pair of boxers behind you, admiring your uniform in the mirror like you were a fucking painting.

He smiled, a gentle, reassuring smile. "I can run a few minutes late," he said. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I want to make sure you get there safely."

It felt so good to be desired by him.

You felt a lump form in your throat. The way he held you, the concern in his voice—it was more than you had expected, more than you felt you deserved. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, meeting his eyes. 

"I'll be fine, Aki," You said softly. You were a devil hunter, after all. You could defend yourself against anything.

"It's not up for debate," he said gently but firmly. "I'm taking you to the train station. Are you all packed?"

At this rate, I'm gonna fall for him.

"Yeah," You smiled breathlessly.

He landed a smack on your ass, "Then bring it here, and let's hit the road. If I look at you any longer, I'll give you a reason to miss the train."

"Fine," You laughed. "I'm carrying my own suitcase, though."

It was something you were used to doing. Something completely mindless – your husband never helped you with your bags, or anything like that. 

"And have you lift a finger?" He retorted, "Over my dead body."

"Watch me," You grinned back.

You never did wind up carrying your suitcase to the car. Or opening the door, for that matter. Aki, a man true to his word, did not let you lift a finger.

.

The train station was the same way it had been when you'd arrived only a week or so earlier. The only different thing about it, in fact, was the fact that you were with the same man you had bumped into upon your arrival – and now he was carrying your luggage for you.

As you reached up to grab your suitcase, you collided with someone. Startled, you looked up to find yourself face-to-face with a man who immediately captured your attention. He was tall, easily over six feet, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that spoke of both strength and discipline. His dark hair was tied back in a neat topknot, accentuating his sharp, angular features. But it was his eyes that held you—their piercing blue depths seemed to look straight through you, filled with a seriousness that made you catch your breath.

"Sorry—" he began, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that vibrated through the narrow space.

The butterfly effect was a strange thing, truly. 

The two of you stopped in front of the tracks. He checked his wrist watch, parking your luggage right beside him. As if on cue, a train pulled into the station, screeching to an unceremonious stop. You had half of a mind to be upset about its arrival, as if you had been robbed of your precious time with him (even if it was only a few minutes, and even if the two of you had spent the entire car ride talking shit about coworkers).

"Just in time," He remarked.

You didn't know how to feel. Should you have been happy that you were finally able to leave your transgressions behind and return to your husband? If such was the case, then why did you feel as if you were leaving such a large part of you behind?

As if your heart was buried in Tokyo along with the memories of your past?

"Yup," You replied in a remarkably stupid fashion. As the doors of the train opened and passengers began pouring out, your heart dropped.

He observed you fondly, the faintest hint of affection in his stoic resting face – as if he was expecting you to make the first move.

So, not knowing what else to do, you bowed your head ever-so-slightly. 

"Thank you for everything," You said. Then, struggling to find the words to say what you meant (I miss you already...? Will I ever see you again...? I wish I didn't have to leave...?), you added, "Okay. I guess this is it. Goodbye, Aki."

You turned to walk away, feeling the weight of the moment pressing on your chest. Every step felt like a betrayal. 

Suddenly, you felt a firm but gentle grip on your arm. Before you could process what was happening, Aki pulled you back with a surprising urgency. 

In an instant, his lips met yours in a kiss so passionate that it took your breath away. You stumbled backward, the sheer force of the moment making your knees weak, but his arm around your back secured you, holding you close to him – like he was afraid he would lose you if he let you go.

Time seemed to stop. The world around you blurred, and all you could focus on was the warmth of his lips and the pounding of your heart. His other hand moved to cup the side of your face, fingers gentle yet firm, as if he was trying to memorize every detail of this moment. Your hands instinctively found their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless. He looked at you, eyes filled with a mix of emotions you couldn't quite decipher. His cheeks were tinged with a slight blush, an endearing contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.

"Goodbye," he said softly, his voice slightly husky from the kiss. The faint blush on his cheeks deepened, giving him an almost boyish charm. 

You could feel your face heating up, the blush spreading like wildfire. "Bye," you managed to say, your voice coming out more giddy than you intended. The giddiness in your tone mirrored the tumultuous emotions swirling inside you.

With one last lingering look, you turned and walked toward the train, toting your suitcase with you. As you reached the door and stepped inside, you couldn't resist glancing back. He was still standing there, watching you with a mixture of longing and resignation.

The doors closed with a final, echoing thud, and the train lurched forward. You found a seat by the window, your heart still racing. As the train pulled away, you watched Aki's figure grow smaller and smaller, until he was just a distant memory in the Tokyo landscape.

Like the night you had taken a cab to get away from him.

You sighed, resting your head against the window. The kiss lingered on your lips, a bittersweet reminder of what you were leaving behind. The train rumbled on, carrying you back to the life you knew – a life that, for some odd reason, seemed much emptier.

A faint buzz of your phone, and you were checking instantly. A part of you hoped it was him, begging you to get off the train, to stay with him, husband be damned.

AKI

|   I hope I get to see you again soon.

|   Get home safe.

Soon. Somehow, despite the heavy feeling in your chest that you were leaving something behind, you found it in yourself to smile. . . .

Deciding to take the more scenic route home, you opted out of boarding the bullet train. You rode local instead. You didn't even mind that you had to transfer three times, or that the commute took eight hours. It gave you some time to finish up the book you had packed, and even more time to catch up on the sleep you had lost the night before.

More importantly, above all else, you wouldn't have to see your husband so soon.

By the time you finally stumbled into the house – haphazardly tugging your suitcase along with you, it was bedtime. You found yourself hoping that your husband had gone to bed early, so that he wouldn't come all up on you expecting some sort of "I missed you" sex.

You kicked your shoes off in the foyer, and pulled your suitcase down the corridor until the voice of your husband called your name.

"You home?"

Fuck.

"Yeah!" you huffed, reluctantly following his voice towards your bedroom. You had hoped to slip in unnoticed, crawl into bed, and avoid any conversation altogether.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on you as you entered. He looked familiar – brown hair and tired eyes searching your face – but his presence didn't bring you the peace it once did. You could see the tension in his jaw, the furrow in his brow. He was waiting for something, perhaps an explanation, an apology, or a confession.

"How was your week?" he asked, his voice neutral but his eyes piercing.

"It was fun!" you said, trying to sound casual. "Met up with some old friends, got to meet some new ones..."

Images of Aki and you together flashed through your mind, and you felt a pang of guilt.

"I stayed up to talk to you, you know," he said, his tone harder now.

Your heart dropped. "About what?"

"These new friends of yours," he said. "Wouldn't happen to be one of your coworkers, would it?"

Shit. Fuck. Shit, fuck. 

Did he know? Knowing him, he could have been drunk and jealous, and just talking out of his ass. Still, a part of you couldn't help but wonder.

You froze. "What are you getting at?"

"I'm saying I don't know what you thought you were doing in Tokyo," he said, his voice rising. "But word travels in Public Safety. There are rumors about you dancing around with a little Captain, or some shit."

He does know.

"That's ridiculous!" you snapped, your defensiveness rising. "The Captain and I are mutual friends with Himeno. She made introductions, and he bought us a round of drinks. They're blowing it out of proportion."

"Are they?" he shouted, standing up. "Then, you should really, really start clearing your name. You could very well have fucked him already."

"It's not like that!" you retorted, tears stinging your eyes. It was like that. "It's not my fault that people have nothing better to talk about. I'm in love with you, and only you."

You were lying. You knew you were lying. He knew you were lying.

"Bull shit," he scoffed. "We haven't made love in two weeks."

"I don't want to do this right now," you muttered, turning away. He was insufferable, as per usual. "I'm exhausted."

"You're always exhausted," he shot back. "Always too tired to talk, too tired to fuck. Then you go off on this work trip, and there are rumors about you at some party. What am I supposed to think?"

You felt a mix of guilt and frustration. "You're my husband. You're supposed to trust me," you said quietly. "I didn't cheat on you. Don't be a dick, it was just a dance!"

Truly, the irony of the entire conversation was not lost on you.

"Want to know the truth? I really don't give a shit if you cheat on me or not. I can have another woman in here tomorrow to take your place," Your husband's next words were cold and unforgiving, "You want to keep your white-picket-fence life? Then stop embarrassing me in public."

With tears streaming down your face, you slipped into a nightgown you had hung up on the dresser. The bed felt cold and uninviting as you slid under the covers, your husband's eyes still boring into you. You turned your back to him, staring at the wall, trying to will yourself to sleep. 

The damage was already done, the emotional distance between you and your husband growing wider with each passing moment. The bed felt even colder now, and you closed your eyes, hoping for sleep to come quickly and take you away from the reality you were living.

Lying there, you couldn't help but replay the moments with Aki in your mind. The way he made you feel alive, seen, and wanted. You felt a deep pang of guilt, knowing you had betrayed your husband's trust. Yet, part of you couldn't bring yourself to regret it entirely. 

The fact of the matter was that Aki had filled a void in your life, one that you hadn't even realized was there until he came along.

Aki was ten times the man your husband could ever dream of being.

The hustle and bustle of Tokyo played in your mind, the energy of the people, and the warmth of a certain dark, handsome Captain. You even found yourself missing Himeno, her infectious laughter and the way she always knew how to lighten the mood. But most of all, you missed the secret moments with Hayakawa, the stolen kisses, the way he breathed passion into your name. Your heart ached with the memory of it all.

"I hope I'm wrong," Your husband said, his voice low and steady – a reminder of all that you had lost by settling down with him so young. "But, above all else, I hope I don't have to tell you that cheating is insulting to a man like me and stupid for a woman like you."

A man like him. You could nearly laugh at the prospect of your husband being grouped into any sort of high category. He was a piece of shit. That's what he was, and it was getting progressively harder to ignore that fact.

"Goodnight," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. You wouldn't glorify him with a response.

Your husband lay down beside you. 

"Is there something you're not telling me?" he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.

Your heart raced. "No," you said, your voice barely steady. "There's nothing."

You swallowed hard, the weight of your guilt pressing down on you. 

He's too late, you thought to yourself.  .

8:38 PM [New Message]

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[Automated: Playing Voicemail from 'Makima']

"Hello. I'm sorry for calling so late. I hope I didn't disturb you. I wanted to speak with you at your earliest convenience. I have some concerns about one of my new recruits, and I'm uncertain that he will function well in his group. Would it be possible to request you for backup? You did such great work last time, and I know you won't fail me. A little help would be greatly appreciated, at least until we recover from the tremendous losses we just suffered. Thank you, again, for all that you do. Please call me back and let me know if you're available this week. Again, all expenses will be paid. Goodbye."

[Automated: You have no new messages.] .

The work week dragged on, each day blurring into the next. Every task felt like a mountain to climb, your thoughts repeatedly drifting back to Tokyo and the emotional whirlwind you'd left behind.

A few days later, as you stood in the kitchen, the aroma of cooking filling the room, you decided it was time to share your news. Your husband walked in, his mood noticeably sour.

"I've got news," you said, trying to sound casual as you stirred the pot on the stove. "I'm being reassigned to Tokyo again."

His eyes narrowed immediately. "Tokyo? Again? What is this, some kind of joke?"

"It's not a joke," you said, turning to face him. "It's a new assignment from Makima."

"Makima's orders?" he echoed, his voice rising in frustration. "So you're just going to pack up and leave again? How many times do I have to watch you walk out that door?"

"It's not like that," you said, struggling to keep your voice steady. "This is a work assignment. It's out of my control."

"Out of your control?" he snapped. "Its your job. You can say no."

"I didn't want to," You said. "I would be getting paid almost double. What did you want me to do?"

"Quit, like I've been telling you to do for the past few years," He replied. "When are you going to let me take care of you? I could make you a stay at home wife. You don't need this job."

You. A housewife. You, being trapped inside of the house all day – all of your ambitions and dreams and achievements being reduced to your status as a homemaker. That wasn't your life. It wasn't what you wanted for yourself.

Why wouldn't he take the hint?

"I'm not gonna quit. I want to work," you said, feeling a pang of defensiveness. "I need to go to Tokyo for said work. To get paid more. It's not about escaping you."

"You don't even see how you're doing exactly that. Run off, then. Go back to Tokyo."

"It's not like that," you said, trying to explain. "Life's been overwhelming. I'm not trying to run off, I just–"

"Overwhelming?" he scoffed. "You were full of energy over there. You had time for everyone else but none left for me."

Dick.

"It wasn't like that!" you said, your frustration bubbling over. "I was catching up with friends. It was a chance to get away from all of this. You cant– I won't let you criticize me for having a life outside of this marriage."

"Is that what you call it?" he snapped. "A life outside of our marriage? While I'm stuck here, waiting for my wife to come home, barely even recognizing her when she does?"

"That's not fair," you said, tears welling up. "I care about you. But it's been hard for me, too. I've been dealing with a lot."

"Dealing with a lot?" he repeated, his face reddening. "Do you even realize how distant you've become? We barely have sex anymore. We hardly talk. What kind of marriage is this?"

"I don't know," you admitted, feeling the sting of his words. "I'm tired. Maybe I would want to fuck you if you... I dunno... maybe, helped me out once in a while. You never even lift a finger around here. I'm working just as hard as you, and yet you are the one who gets to come home to a home-cooked meal."

"This wouldn't be an issue if you just quit," he shot back, taking a step closer. "But you're too busy being an independent woman, right? I own this house. It's in my name."

"I pay half of the bills," You added.

"But it's my house," He corrected you. "On paper, it belongs to me. Don't get out of line."

"Do you even hear yourself right now?" you said, your voice breaking. "I wish you would stop– fucking– pointing fingers at me for once and realize that there's a bigger issue here. We're struggling, and I don't– it's not my job to fix us."

"You can't fix shit. This is us," he said, his voice growing colder. "This is marriage. The difference between me and you is that I'm stuck dealing with this mess while you run off and live your life. How am I supposed to just accept that?"

"You don't have to accept it," you said, frustration rising. "But you need to understand that I'm not doing this to hurt you. I need to have a life of my own."

"A life of your own," he echoed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "It seems like you're more interested in escaping the life you have than in fixing what's broken between us."

"Stop it," you said, your anger flaring. You set your spoon down on the stove, turned the burner off, and turned to face the man you were supposed to love. "This conversation is over."

"I don't get it," he said, his eyes darkening. "Are you happier away from me? Are you saying that you're not interested in being here, in working on our relationship?"

"That's not what I'm saying," you said, lip quivering with anger. "But I can't just flip a switch and make everything perfect. I'm trying. You can't wall me up inside this house and expect me to be your bitch forever. I want to– I need to have a life."

"Be grateful for the life I gave you," he spat, his voice harsh and final, dripping with hatred and venom. It could not have been more apparent. Your husband hated you. "I'm the one who provides for you. I'm the reason you have a home and a life. Without me, you'd have nothing."

"Even with you, I have nothing," you laughed humorlessly. "There's nothing here. Nothing between us. I'm starting to believe I shouldn't have married you to begin with. Lord knows we were fine before, but you just had to settle down in the countryside."

You froze. The coldness of your own words cut through the air like ice. Before you could take it back, apologize, even, his hand lashed out, striking you across the face. The shock of the blow left you reeling, your cheek stinging with pain.

He spoke slowly, like he was sounding it out. His eyes wide, he apologized– "Honey, wait, I–"

"Fuck you," you whispered, the tears falling freely now. 

You turned on your heel and fled to your room, your heart pounding.

Inside, you slammed the door and leaned against it, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts. The pain in your cheek was sharp, but you forced yourself to focus on something else. 

You began unpacking your suitcase, using the physical task to distract yourself from the emotional turmoil.

You tugged the zipper open, revealing neat piles of folded clothes. You began to pull them out, laying at the foot of your bed. As you reached the bottom of the suitcase, you uncovered the painting Aki had gifted you, carefully wrapped in bubble wrap. 

You unwrapped it slowly, revealing the vibrant colors and delicate brushstrokes. The painting was a tangible piece of Tokyo, a reminder of a time when you had felt truly alive – the flowers in the field. The strong tree. The blue sky, and the warm, warm sun.

It had no place in your home.

Your room felt cold and impersonal, a stark contrast to the warmth of the painting. You knew it didn't belong here, in this bedroom that felt more like a prison than a home – with gray walls and gray floors. But as you looked at the painting, a deep longing settled in your chest.

You glanced around the room, your eyes landing on a framed photo of you and your husband. It was one that had been taken at your wedding reception. He was grinning ear to ear, holding you close to his side. You were smiling, too, face smeared with cake – hopeful for your future with the man you loved.

Without hesitation, you took it down and replaced it with the painting. As you hung it up, you felt a rush of warmth spread through your chest, a flicker of happiness amid the darkness.

Standing back, you admired the painting. For a brief moment, the pain and anger seemed to melt away, replaced by the comforting memory of Aki. Oddly enough, staring at the painting long enough, you felt as if you could almost feel his presence, smell his warm cologne whipped together with the scent of the nicotine that lingered on his uniform. You felt as if you could practically feel him behind you, hands resting on your waist, soft lips pressing tender kisses to the valley of your neck.

And, only then did you really grasp the gravity of your situation. You were fucked. Completely and totally fucked.

Aki's text from the train sat heavy and unanswered still in your pocket. A week had passed, and you hadn't dared to text him back. 

You didn't need to open it to know what it said. You had stared at it for so long that the image was practically ingrained into your memory.

I hope I get to see you again soon.

Get home safe.

You shouldn't. You knew you shouldn't. But you could feel the weight of your phone in your pocket, the weight of your desire rearing its ugly head during a moment of weakness, and you couldn't help yourself. Before you could stop and think twice about it, you were flipping your phone open and browsing your contact book, pressing 'ok' on a name you most definitely should have deleted by now.

The phone rang once. Twice. A third time. 

Then it clicked.

"Hello?"

"Hey," You exhaled, relieved that your call had gone through. You crossed your legs, plopping down onto the bed.

"Hey, troublemaker."

The wave of heat that washed over you at the sound of his voice was uncanny. He filled you with a fantastic sort of giddiness that you hadn't felt in years – you didn't even care that your husband was about to eat dinner in the next room, just as he didn't seem to care that you had been M.I.A. for the past week.

In his typical fashion, he made you forget about your surroundings. Right then, it was just you and him, and that's all that mattered.

"Did you miss me?" Aki asked.

"Only a little," You replied. You couldn't help but smile. "What are you up to right now? Do you have time to talk?"

"Of course. I always have time for you," He answered warmly. His voice was deep and tender, and it made you melt all over the bed. "I'm laying in bed right now. Just had a smoke. How did you know I was thinking about you?"

There were so many things you wanted to say to him – I miss you, come get me, he hit me. I need you – and yet you couldn't help but bask in the comforting silence.

"Lucky guess," you said, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. "I've been thinking about you too. What's it like there? Anything exciting?"

"It's Tokyo," he said with a lazy lilt to his voice. He sounded tired, as he always did. It was endearing. "Could be better, but honestly, I'd trade it all just to be with you right now."

You felt a shiver of excitement at his words. The warmth of his voice and the lightness of the conversation made you forget, if only for a moment, the coldness of your current reality.

You knew it was bad. Still, you grinned, rolling onto your stomach while you took the call, kicking your feet.

"So, what's the weather like there?" You asked, trying to keep the tone light but unable to mask the undercurrent of flirtation.

You would say anything if it meant you would get to hear his voice a little longer.

"Warm, surprisingly," Aki replied, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone."Have you been holding up okay over there? You haven't spoken to me in a week."

"Probably for the better," you said, a laugh escaping you. "Even now, I shouldn't be talking to you. I'm sitting here in this freezing room, and your words are the only thing warming me up."

"Good," he said, his tone suggestive. "Maybe one day soon I can warm you up in person. Until then, just know I'm thinking about you."

You rested your head on the bed, the phone pressed to your ear, feeling as if you were floating in the warmth of his words. Despite the rational part of your mind telling you to be cautious, you found yourself lost in the conversation, savoring every last moment you could.

"Are you still there?" Aki's voice came through, warm and inviting, like a soft blanket in the coolness of your room.

"Yeah," you replied, settling into the bed, propping yourself up with pillows. "I'm still here. Just... don't want to hang up."

"Glad to hear it," he said, his tone teasing. "I'm not ready to let go of you either. What are you thinking about?"

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Just thinking about how nice it is to hear your voice. It's been such a rough day, and talking to you made me feel a little better."

"Wanna talk about it?" Aki asked softly. "I've been thinking about you like crazy."

"Really?" you asked. "What do you see when you think of me?"

Aki chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. "I see me and you – in that little black dress of yours – and the way your kisses tasted."

You felt a flush of warmth at his words, the intensity of your feelings bubbling up. "You probably shouldn't," you admitted. "You'll catch feelings."

"You're making it hard to stay focused on anything but you," Aki said, his voice growing more serious. 

You laughed softly. "You're good at this, you know. Making me feel like I'm the only person in the world."

"That's because you are," he said earnestly. "For me, anyway. Wanna talk about your day?"

You shifted in bed, pulling the blankets around you as if trying to draw closer to him through the phone. "I don't really feel like talking about it."

Aki's voice was tender and soothing. "That's fine. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"

"I don't know," You sighed, the sound a mix of contentment and longing. You felt weak. "I just want to hear your voice. I need you."

"I need you too," he said, his voice softening. "I had a dream about you, you know? It felt like I was back in that hotel room with you again, watching you get ready to go home," A pause, then he added, "I should've made you miss that train."

You closed your eyes, letting the image of a shirtless Aki slipping into his work slacks flood your memory. "You're terrible."

He's one fine piece of ass.

Aki's laugh was deep and gentle, like the tides of the ocean tugging at the shore. "I am. I'm a terrible, rotten man, and it's all your fault. Have you been thinking about me, too?"

You glanced at the painting on the wall, feeling a pang of an emotion you couldn't quite place, "More than I'd like to admit."

"Hold on, I just heard something break in the kitchen. I think my nightmare roommate is up," Aki said. "I have to hang up. Promise you'll text and call more often, though. I've been worried sick."

"I promise," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, your face flushed like you were a lovestruck schoolgirl. "Goodnight, Aki."

"Goodnight, troublemaker," he replied softly. "I'll be dreaming of you."

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i love the willy kick you’ve been on but can you do an auston enemies to lovers? maybe she’s will’s best friend in it too?

I can always do something with Auston, bb 😉❤️ And of course, as always, I got a bit carried away - I mean, how can you not love this handsome face 😍

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I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way

"Ugh, he's just so annoying..." you muttered quietly as you entered Willy’s apartment, returning to his place after a casual dinner with the team.

"Come on, y/n, you have to find a way to be around Auston. He's one of my best friends, and since you're one too, I want you two to get along."

**

For months, William had been trying to build a connection between you and Auston. 

Having just moved to Toronto six months ago, your childhood friend William Nylander had been so kind to introduce you to the city. You had happily accepted a new job opportunity, and within a few weeks, Willy messaged you on Instagram after seeing your post about the move.

As children, William had always been one of your closest friends, but due to his moving around, it was sometimes challenging to meet up. However, thanks to social media, you both managed to stay updated about each other's lives.

And as your old friendship quickly rekindled, returning to its comfortable roots, you swiftly became best friends again.

Soon after spending quite the amount of time together, William had introduced you not only to his closest friends but also to the entire team. However, there was a catch – Although your heart might belong to another team, Toronto had to earn a soft spot as this was your new home.

Fortunately, you clicked well with everyone on the team, including their significant others. Yet, for some reason, Auston had irked you from the moment you met him.

He hadn't particularly done anything against you, but it was his smug expressions and comments about your sudden switch in team loyalty just to impress Willy that grated on you. Then, he had the nerve to suggest that you wanted to cosy up to your "so called" best friends to gain entry into the NHL world and snag hockey tickets.

"Probably just to boost followers on her Instagram," he quipped one evening, speaking low enough for only a few people to catch, yet loud enough for you to hear.

However, your intentions were far from that. Fame or social media followers were nowhere near your goals. All you wanted was to spend more time with Willy, and since you loved watching hockey, you were more than willing to pay for your own tickets.

So, from that moment on, every time Auston was around, you saw red. He exuded excessive confidence and an overall air of being too much. Sure, he was a star player on the team, but he wasn't constantly on top form. He had his off days, yet he was terrible at owning up to his mistakes.

To say the least, your thoughts about Auston weren't exactly positive, and his opinions about you weren't any better.

In his eyes, you were plain and uninteresting. A workaholic who seemed to indulge excessively on weekends, not holding back when it came to alcohol. He observed you flirting with almost every guy when out, and your perpetually upbeat and positive attitude was just too sickeningly cute for his taste.

The only reason he put up with being around you was because he recognised how much you meant to Willy and what a good friend you were to him. That, he could respect.

**

"I can be around him, Willy - I just prefer not to," you quipped, as the two of you headed first to the kitchen to grab a few snacks before settling on the sofa after a long walk with Pablo and Banksy.

"I mean it, y/n/n, I want you two to get along," William sighed lightly, though his friendly smile remained.

"I know, but we just... don't," you attempted to flash a sweet smile as you conveyed your feelings to William. "I can't put my finger on it... maybe it's his terrible moustache that he's always so damn proud of..."

"He's a Movember ambassador..."

"Well, he doesn't limit it to just November," you replied, a hint of disgust in your expression and a sigh. "He's simply not my cup of tea, and I'm definitely not his either."

William regarded you with a thoughtful expression, slowly coming to terms with the idea that the relationship between you and Auston might not improve, although a part of him thought otherwise.

"You know, you two are actually more alike than you think," he chuckled, trying to gently nudge you out of your comfort zone.

"Oh really?" You retorted with a light huff. "And how exactly am I similar to that self-absorbed so-called hockey star?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Well, for starters, you're both incredibly stubborn," William laughed heartily, a point you begrudgingly had to admit he might be right about. "And secondly, you're both insanely passionate about what you do. And you both care about your family and friends..." He continued softly, meeting your gaze as his words began to ease your tense demeanour. "Come on, Auston's a really great guy once you get past that tough exterior of his, and you're a wonderful person too - he just needs to see it. Then, I think the two of you could actually become pretty good friends."

William genuinely believed in what he said, but he was gradually growing tired of the ongoing friction between you and Auston. So, he made an effort to establish some sort of connection.

"Alright," he sighed deeply. "I suppose I can give him another chance..."

"That's all I'm asking for," William chuckled lightly before both of you diverted the conversation and turned your attention to the TV show you had planned to watch.

**

A couple of days later, you found yourself back in your usual spot at the Scotia Bank Arena, where the Leafs were facing off against the Senators.

Despite your efforts over the past 48 hours to shift your thoughts about Auston, making an attempt for the sake of your best friend William, as the players were announced and his prominent face appeared on the large screens, applauded for his talent, you couldn't help but feel a knot of discomfort within you.

"Fucking twat," you muttered under your breath, fortunately unnoticed by anyone around.

However, as the game began, you shook your head, attempting to push away any negative thoughts about him. You concluded that he wasn't worth your energy and mental space, but avoiding thoughts of him was easier said than done. After all, you were at a hockey game where he played, and his number was frequently mentioned.

Nonetheless, you did your best to ignore it and enjoy the company of other fans, including girls and families supporting the players. The arena reverberated with cheers and excitement as both teams alternated in scoring and taking the lead, making the match almost unbearably intense to watch.

During the third period, the score stood at 4-4, and with just three minutes remaining, if nothing changed, the game would head into overtime.

Your pulse raced alongside your quickened heartbeat as your eyes fervently tracked the play. And just before the buzzer sounded, number 34 skilfully manoeuvred the puck around the skates of two Senators and swiftly shot it under the goalie's pads, concluding the match with a 5-4 win for the Leafs. Which also secured him a hatty for the game.

"Of course," you thought, lightly shaking your head as the entire arena erupted with cheers and excitement, loud applause echoing through the air, and hats being thrown onto the ice.

Following the game, everyone gathered outside the locker room, waiting for the players to finish showering, attending to media commitments, and celebrations, where Auston was naturally announced as the player of the match.

You were engaged in conversation with some of the girlfriends as the players gradually exited the dressing room. And as one of the last to emerge, you patiently waited for Willy.

"Hey," he greeted, approaching you with damp hair, dressed in his post-game outfit. "I thought you had a date tonight?"

"Oh yeah, but we rescheduled since he had to cancel," you replied with a sweet smile and a light shrug.

"You didn't ditch him, did you?" William chuckled.

"What, no, he just cancelled on me. So, I chose to come here and offer my support to my best friend and his team," you playfully responded with a light smirk.

"Alright, well, I just need to finish up some things with Brad, then maybe we can go out for a late-night snack?" William suggested.

"Sure," you said with a friendly smile as William began to walk away. However, your smile quickly faded as a certain Arizona lad playfully joined your personal space, prompting you to turn and face him. 

"Already tired of your new victim, y/n?" Auston's voice was filled with his signature confidence, clearly relishing the moment, especially after tonight's game.

"What's that supposed to mean, Auston?" Your tone was sharp and fierce as the tall lad stepped in closer to you.

"Well, just seems like you've been through every eligible bachelor in Toronto, and nobody seems to be good enough for you," a smug grin stretched across his tanned face, his ridiculous moustache curving along his lip.

"I haven't been through every bachelor in Toronto..." you retorted defensively. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with having standards - I mean, at least I'm not like you, poking into every available cunt you can find."

Your words seemed to hit a nerve with Auston, yet he responded with a dismissive huff and a chuckle, brushing off your comment.

"At least I'm getting some action - maybe you could use some too," his chuckle was cocky, and you couldn't help but express a disgusted look.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't sleep around like you do and actually prefer to be with someone I genuinely like," you retorted, matching his smug attitude. Though you knew it wasn't entirely true; you were open to casual hook up now and then, but you did prefer to get to know a person a bit before getting intimate. 

"I'm just saying it might be good for you," Auston chuckled. "Besides, didn't you just get dumped last year? I mean, you should be out there, playing the field after ending a relationship."

"I didn't get dumped! And how do you even know about that?" you retorted sharply.

"Willy mentioned it a while ago," Auston replied with a smile.

"Hmm, well, yes, I... we broke up, but that doesn't mean I've given up, you know," you huffed gently, almost desperate to make a point. You understood Auston wasn't the most romantic person, and his confident, boyish manner shouldn't make you believe that all men were like him. "And I especially don't need to go around sleeping with everyone."

You crossed your arms defensively, fixing him with an intense gaze.

However, your stern comment only made Auston chuckle even more. "Whatever, still think it'd be good for you."

And as if on cue, William returned from his chat with Brad, and Auston quickly walked away after nodding to his teammate.

"Hey, you ready?" William asked with a friendly smile.

"Yeah, I'm all set," you replied with a smile, though your attempt to contain your annoyance wasn't entirely successful.

"What was that all about?" He chuckled a little.

"Oh, nothing," you gently rolled your eyes. "Just Auston being Auston."

Knowing you well enough, William merely chuckled and let the matter drop.

**

The following Sunday, you found yourself feeling freezing, sitting outside on a bench and waiting.

Your date had been rescheduled, and now you were impatiently enduring the cold while waiting for him to show up by the outdoor ice-skating rink the city. The first 20 minutes were bearable; you assumed he was just running late. But after 40 minutes with no replies to your messages and no sign of him, you started feeling rather foolish.

This turn of events caught you off guard. Based on your last two dates, everything had seemed to go smoothly, and you'd been texting each other every day for weeks. However, suddenly, for some unknown reason, he appeared to have lost interest in you.

But you wanted to maintain some semblance of dignity, to believe that he had a valid excuse, and that something unexpected had caused this delay. However, you also didn't want to be too naive. And after an hour had passed, you realised it was time to leave. It wasn't a mere mistake about the time; he had indeed stood you up and ghosted you.

And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, a familiar voice spoke from behind as you stood up from your seat.

"Still waiting for your knight in shining armour?"

It was Auston. Of course, HE was here. And he'd spotted you.

"Shit," you muttered to yourself as you slowly turned around to face the last person you wanted to see right now.

"And what are you doing here?" you flashed him an unsatisfied grin, letting out a deep sigh.

"I was just ice skating with some friends," he simply replied, one hand tucked comfortably in his pocket to keep warm, while the other held his pair of skates. "So, are you here alone?"

"Why do you care, Auston?" your tone softened, yet it held a deep, sharp edge.

"Just noticed you were sitting all alone from across the rink..." he spoke almost gently, taking another step towards you, a smirk still on his face.

"And what? So, you thought I was looking pathetic, and you decided to come over here with your smug face and revel in the fact that I'd been stood up? Well, I'm sorry Auston, but I'm not in the mood for your annoying comments right now," you said sarcastically, feeling your tone might be a bit more aggressive than intended. However, you couldn't seem to control yourself at this moment. It turned out you were more hurt than you initially thought.

"What... no, y/n, I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd been stood up," Auston spoke, his smirk slowly fading as he noticed the genuine sadness and disappointment on your face. "Honestly, I didn't even know you were on a date; it was just a joke."

Your eyes met his, and you found yourself unable to respond immediately. While slowly, you felt tears starting to well up, but you tried your best to hold them back and not let it show. 

"I'm sorry..." you said. "I just didn’t find it particularly funny..." Your arms crossed over your chest, not defensively but more as a way to comfort yourself, as a tear trickling down your cheek, and your heart heavy with disappointment.

Auston's expression had also completely changed. He seemed almost... concerned about you?

In that moment, Auston found himself genuinely impacted by seeing you so vulnerable. You were completely exposed emotionally, and he felt a sense of empathy for you, being treated in such a manner. While you might not have been his favourite person, he also didn't believe you deserved to be treated this way. And it stirred an unexpected urge in him to offer you comfort.

So, without overthinking it, he found himself speaking up.

"Do you want to skate together?"

His words surprised both you and himself. You never expected Auston to ask you to spend time with him, let alone attempt to console you in an emotional situation.

Baffled, you stood there, still in your skates, amidst the cheerful sounds of people skating and having fun around you. You simply stared at the man before you, shaking your head gently, trying to gather your thoughts to respond.

"What?"

Auston chuckled lightly, realising the surprising nature of his question. Yet, a sense of warmth grew within him as he contemplated trying to uplift your spirits.

"I asked, do you want to skate together?"

Though still slightly baffled, you regarded him with a curious look.

"I thought you were here with your friends?"

"I am," he flashed a smile. "But they have each other – you, on the other hand, seem like you could use some company."

You weren't entirely certain what to make of this situation. Was Auston joking? Was he playing around or something?

But oddly, he seemed genuine.

"Why... would you do that?" you inquired, a curious smile forming on your lips, prompting Auston to release a soft sigh.

"Well… maybe Willy has asked me to be a little nicer to you… and, since he's my best friend, and hanging out with him also means being around you from time to time, I figured…" Auston shrugged lightly before continuing, "Maybe I can, I don't know, try and get to know you a little bit better. And since you're all alone, why not now."

You found yourself holding your breath momentarily, contemplating his words. Yet, as you observed him, his smirk faded, gently licking his lips and replaced by a soft smile on his face.

"Alright," you replied softly, meeting his gaze as your eyes reflected the city lights around the rink. “But only if you promise me one thing…”

"Which is?" 

"You won't laugh at me skating…" you timidly requested, a hint of embarrassment colouring your cheeks.

"Why would I laugh?" Auston gently smiled.

"I'm good at skating, but I'm also rather clumsy," you admitted, a small smile forming on your lips, and Auston simply replied with a casual chuckle.

"Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall then."

After putting on his skates as well, both of you headed onto the ice together with soft laughter. And surprisingly, Auston turned out to be excellent company.

Surely, at first, it was a bit awkward. Breaking the tension that had built up over months between you wasn't easy. But gradually, as you continued skating side by side, the atmosphere lightened. William was, of course, the primary topic of your conversation, as he was your strongest common link. However, the conversation then gradually shifted to hockey – what you both liked and disliked about the sport. And soon, you found yourselves sharing personal details, discussing your upbringing and your personal stories.

Auston even laughed when you shared childhood stories about you and Willy, talking about the times when you gave him advice about girls during your teenage years. He then reciprocated by sharing stories from their road trips and the challenges of growing up while playing in the NHL. He delved into tales about his family, highlighting how supportive they had always been, and mentioned being the protective brother and the struggles he faced in finding close friends with whom he could form genuine bonds.

And this sudden display of vulnerability started to alter your perception of him, if only slightly. As you continued gliding across the ice, maintaining your closeness, Auston began discussing how many people in his life had come and gone, primarily seeking his friendship for the sake of public recognition.

You found yourself developing a small soft spot for him as he gradually opened up, revealing a side you had never seen before, one that he probably never showed to the team or to many others. And despite having tried to maintain a distance from him, you slowly came to realise that you did, in fact, know Auston quite well. You understood that he wasn't comfortable discussing emotions or engaging in heartfelt conversations, so this talk was a significant step for him.

Eventually, both of you skated to the edge of the rink to pause for a moment, a brief silence settling between you before you decided to break it with a soft sigh.

"Is that why you said those things about me when Willy first introduced me to the team?" you looked up at him, facing each other, both resting a hand on the border. "That I only wanted to be close friends with him because of fame."

Auston understood exactly what you meant, and you were spot on. That had indeed been his initial thought about you when you re-entered the life of one of his best friends.

With a gentle nod, he softly replied, "Yes."

Another quiet moment settled between you, and it became evident what this misunderstanding had truly been about. Auston's initial desire to shield Willy from a potentially damaging friendship, and your perception of him as cocky and arrogant because of his defensive stance from the start.

Once again, your eyes locked, a bit more intensely this time, as you both felt the opportunity to break free from this tension between you.

"Well, I hope I managed to prove you wrong then," you sighed softly, offering him a sweet, friendly smile.

And Auston simply matched your expression. "You did," he replied.

With a few shared light laughs, the profound tension suddenly dissipated. And a new sensation seemed to grow between you both – perhaps even a potential friendship.

But just as everything seemed to settle into a comfortable rhythm, someone suddenly appeared out of nowhere and forcefully crashed into you, causing you to fall over and straight into Auston, who lost his footing and ended up falling backward onto his back, pulling you along with him. In the midst of the fall, you accidentally collided, your head hitting his face, resulting in both of you letting out loud yells.

"Fuck!" Auston shouted.

"Shit, Aus, are you okay?"

Your head was spinning from the adrenaline rush.

"Yeah, I think I'm good... how about you?"

"Well, I did land quite softly," you tried to offer a light chuckle, prompting Auston to do the same.

And slowly, with a bit of assistance from the stranger who had accidentally bumped into you, both of you managed to regain your footing. However, your attention snapped back to Auston as you noticed something alarming.

"Fuck, your nose is bleeding!"

Auston touched his nose, confirming that it was indeed bleeding from the collision.

"Come on, let's get out of here," you suggested, gently taking his hand as you both stepped off the ice and made your way to sit on a nearby bench.

Auston tried to lean back to prevent too much bleeding, while you gently guided him and then applied a piece of tissue to his nose. Thankfully, you had had the foresight to have a package in your pocket, though not specifically for situations like this, it turned out to be quite practical.

Sitting closely on the bench, you carefully wiped the blood off his nose, feeling a twinge of guilt despite knowing the accident wasn't your fault. And Auston's intense gaze focused on you as you attended to him.

"I guess this wasn't how you thought your date would be," he chuckled.

"Maybe not," you gently smiled back. "But despite the blood, I actually think it's been a rather fun day," you softly admitted, meeting his eyes.

Auston reciprocated your smile, feeling your gentle touch close to his face.

"He's an idiot, you know, for blowing you off like this," he gently spoke, causing you to pause and look up at him.

"Thanks, but I suppose it's just my luck… you were right, I've dated so many guys, and although I promised myself never to give up on love, it's just not always easy," you softly admitted.

"Hey, it's his loss – I mean, you're... sweet, funny, and quite good-looking, so if he doesn't want to date you, he’s the one missing out. You shouldn't feel bad about it."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah... I mean... I know I haven't always treated you nicely, but... I've always thought you were hot," Auston chuckled.

"You're not too shabby yourself," you flashed him a sweet smile, eliciting another laugh from him. 

As you sat closely together amidst the vibrant winter wonderland in the heart of Toronto, both of you couldn't help but feel a sense of connection.

It felt odd.

It was as if all previous tension had vanished. You were now just two individuals, engaged in pleasant conversation, enjoying each other's company.

And Auston finally understood what William saw in you. He had never felt this comfortable opening up and expressing his thoughts to someone. No one had ever made him feel so at ease and relaxed during a heartfelt conversation like you. You were certainly something else.

But then clearing your throat, you broke the intense gaze you shared.

"Perhaps I should better get going... it's getting late, and I shouldn't be keeping you from your friends like this," you timidly suggested, looking down at your hands for a moment before beginning to unlace your skates.

With a nod, Auston followed suit, swiftly changing back into regular shoes. Standing with your skates in hand, you exchanged a sweet smile before an unexpected surge of confidence propelled you to lean in and plant a timid kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Auston... I really enjoyed spending time with you today," you softly expressed, while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You're welcome," he replied, exhaling softly. 

But then as you turned to walk away, an unexpected desire to keep you close surged within Auston. And with his free hand, he swiftly caught yours, drawing you back toward him, pressing his chest against yours before tenderly kissing your lips.

The kiss was gentle, yet both of you found yourselves leaning slightly into it. Auston dropped his skates, using his hand to cup your face, holding you just a little closer, before slowly pulling apart.

You exhaled deeply, confusion mingling with a pleasant sensation, ultimately giving way to a smile.

"So, I guess this means we're good?" you tentatively joked.

"Yeah... and the next date you're going on will be with me," Auston stated firmly, wearing a wide grin.

"God, you're way too confident," you teased, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

"Maybe, but I know you like it," he countered, raising an eyebrow before leaning in to connect your lips once again.

[f1nalboys]

OMG. I love the tod headcannons. Would you ever do ian sleepover headcannons?

HELLOOOO ANON sorry this has taken so long, i do apologize and i hope its fun to read!!!!

WORD COUNT: 916

WARNINGS: not proofread, weed mention, ians a perv on occassion, mostly fluff

ok number one i need a sleepover with this guy NOWWWWWW

ian refuses to call it a sleepover. you two are hanging out, chilling, that’s all. if he spends the night then thats just what happens, it totally wasn't his end goal

i truly believe ian sleeps better in anyone elses bed than he does his own not for any particular reason he just loves the feeling of being on vacation and being in a different bed counts to him fr

he comes over with nothing. like deadass the clothes on his back and maybe some weed IF UR LUCKY 

he also tends to show up ‘just for a bit’ and makes a big show about sighing at the time and being like man…. i wish i didn’t have to leave but its almost time for bed……..

like girl just ask to sleep over who cares

anyways he really hates Planned Sleepover Activities

no pillow fights, no truth or dare, no spin the bottle (this can and has been done before with him, he just has to be in the mood,) no bloody mary, etc

now, of course, if he really really really loves you, he’ll do all those things and more. he is going to COMPLAIN though. like, to the point where it’s almost unenjoyable. 

he does love a good spa day though…. you ask him to put on a fuzzy robe so you can put a face mask and cucumbers on him and he’s jumping for joy lowkey

and he lets you paint his nails and stuff and he doesnt care if its messy or bumpy or if you don’t put a top coat on it, he just loves that youre doing it for ihm

ANDDDD its the quietest he’ll be. youll look up at his face and hes staring down at you with such a sickeningly sweet love sick grin that its almost enough to make you barf and he won't say a single word until youre done

and even then he’ll just go “its great baby, thank you.” heheh

like 3 hours later he’ll go “you got a lot of nail polish on my skin, god damn.” and you’ll look over and hes very methodically picking it off of his skin lol

anyways. when hes over he just wants to chill genuinely 

ian is interested in getting chinese food or pizza, getting super fucking high, and having movies or music in the background while you guys talk

and he really only does one on one sleepovers, siblings or family excluded. if you invited another friend to sleepover at the same time hes gonna be in the corner like ugh…..sigh……eyeroll…..ugh…..what no im fine its whatever……sigh…..

ian is super handsy as is but when he gets tired hes worse

you’ll know hes ready for you two to go to sleep when hes suddenly attached to your back, arms around your waist and head in your shoulder

ian loves sleepovers that are simply for you two to get shit done

like ian has to rework an art piece? hes coming over and youre finally gonna clean your room.

he tries to sleep in his regular clothes all the time (he does it at home i fear to say) so if youre against that you HAVE to have some spare clothes for him. or let him sleep in his underwear but then he’s gonna get that dumb stupid sexy grin on his face and ask if youre trying to get him naked 

which like yes ian i am but not like that….yet

waking up with ian is great if you get up before him because hes all cuddly and sweet and murmuring in his sleep and you can just stare and admire him

if he gets up first hes waking you up but hes also fucking with you

he shakes you awake and is like BABE YOU OVERSLEPT FOR XYZ!!!!! and you jump out of bed and hes like haha got you just kidding

or he draws on your face or arms if youre a heavy sleeper and he can get away with it

AND he takes photos of you sleeping all the time on his shitty little flip phone and he never tells you about it

until like weeks later when youre hanging with him in the car eating food and he laughs and turns his phone around to show you a picture of you slumped over, mouth open, drooling.

but hes a menace

hes like well im up so i need you up to????

like god bless erin for dealing with him 

but you dont have to worry about it much, he normally sleeps in if hes able to but depending on when he went to bed, he could get up before you

and good luck trying to go back to sleep because hes hitting you with pillows and squashing you and talking until you just roll your eyes and sit up

and then hed smile and go omgggg good morning sleepyhead LIKE SHUT UP

overall, ian is a fun guy to have a sleepover with if you just want to chill, not if you want to do activities if that makes sense

but hes never going to ASK to spend the night (unless youre in the car with him about to get dropped off and hes kissing you and get handsy and THEN he’ll be like babe…. cant i just hang out :((( like sigh…. of course you can bae

[writingforfishes]

Hicvember: Cuddles

I started number 4 accidentally before realizing my mistake. I'm actually kind of surprising myself with doing these to completion. It's like the time limit is actually inspiring me to finish them faster. That is usually not the case and I'm trepidatious to be hopeful of it continuing...but for now! Here's a SICKENINGLY SWEET cuddle fic!

CW:

gross

just shamelessly gross and cute

fast hard hiccups

soft belly

couple using each other in replacement of inanimate objects

comfort

care

ew

it's too pure!

No thoughts of hiccups, arousal, or kinks were in Atticus’ mind as they lounged on top of Otto on their couch. Atticus had pillowed their head on his midsection and wrapped their arms around his waist as they watched Star Trek while Otto read a book, spine lightly propped against the top of Atty’s head.

The writer didn’t even know what book it was, but they could smell the light mustiness indicating it was something older. They also didn’t mind being used as a book prop. Heck, they were using Otto’s belly as a pillow so, it was only fair.

Even though Atticus couldn’t see Otto’s face they knew what he looked like while reading through his glasses. They knew he was looking down with a studied expression as his eyes traveled back and forth, mouth partially agape at times and brows doing a dance in reaction to whatever he was reading. His long fingers would mount on the lower right corner of the page before he read the end so he could flip it as soon as he arrived at the last word.

Atticus wasn’t necessarily in a state of hiatus, but they weren’t really obsessing about hiccups, either. Their attention was on Data and Geordi as they spoke on screen, letting the murmurs of Otto’s digestive system become a casual background soundtrack during the writer’s comfort-show viewing.

A squelch of gas from Otto’s stomach tickled the writer’s ear before, “HMMPH!-mm. ‘Scuse me.”

Otto’s stomach popped up against the side of Atticus’ head and they widened their eyes in surprise and sudden arousal. Then they narrowed their eyes in mild frustration. They didn’t feel like being aroused. They felt like watching an android and engineer pretend they weren’t boyfriends on a spaceship.

“Sir…” Atticus protested.

They felt the book lift up off their head and they looked up at the bespectacled clock maker.

“Sorry…” Otto said sheepishly. Then his head flew back in a, “HUP’K!”

Atticus felt their head shift again at the thump beneath their ear and groaned in both stimulation and slight annoyance.

“Not a single, then,” they said as several more hard spasms followed.

Otto sighed, also not really in the mood for a case of hiccups to bring him out of his reverie. It was only yesterday he’d had a whole day of hiccup cases. He experienced a mix of it being nice to have an erotic release with his spouse and exhaustion from the returning fits.

“ApaHERP!rently not. HOCK’M!HUP!IP!” he grunted and marked the book before putting it on the coffee table with his reading glasses perched on top of the cover. He rubbed his face with his hands and let the attack have its way with his body, exhausted.

“You need to cure?” Atticus asked as they moved a little further up his body so their head rested on his chest and their hand rubbed softly along his abdomen.

Otto shook his head.

“Gonna juULP!just wait HIMK!ICK! it out. Y—you okay? HULP’K!HICK’M!-uh,” Otto said with a sniff and a rub to his chest from the powerful doubles hitting him.

“Stimulated as hell, but I’m not really in the mood, honestly. No offense,” Atticus said.

“N—none takeULP!ken. NeiHIP!HIP! Neither am I mmp! I. HUCKUP!” he admitted.

“Cuddles, then?” Atty asked.

“MmMMK! Mm! Ugh. HULP!-uh! Ye-HUP’K!Yeah. Can y—you keep HNK’UH! rubbing my HUP’K!HUCK!HILK!-uh, my stomach?” Otto asked, sighing before another cluster hit him and he patiently waited it out before grunting again.

“Of course,” Atticus said. Waves of arousal passed through them; they let the sensations come and go as they bounced with Otto’s hiccups.

After another few moments Atticus was no longer watching the show and Otto was leaned back onto the arm of the couch with one hand on Atty’s shoulder and the other resting on his chest as the quick, loud hiccups continued to jerk Otto’s body violently.

“You have some of the most violent hiccups I’ve ever seen, by the way. And that’s saying a lot as I scour the internet for files pretty regularly. They really are fast and hard. Do you ever get, like, light-headed from them?” they asked as they felt another cluster of hiccups speed through his diaphragm, gasps of pinched off air coming back-to-back for a second.

“Um HUCK’UP! no, not really. HILMP! S—sometimes HIK’M! I get a lMP!little wiHIMPK!inded when HUP!-uh, when they c—come fast IP! fast like this. But n—not like HIMP!MP!HUCK’M!-uh, not dizz—y or hmk! or an—anything. HUP’K!” he said.

“That’s good,” Atty said, relief evident in their voice.

Otto chuckled a little bit between the spasms and gave a small kiss to his partner’s head. Atty cared a lot about Otto’s well-being during these attacks. To Otto, his hiccups were simply an annoyance. Sometimes they were arousing when he was in the mood and thought about how they affected Atticus. But tonight, they were just something to wait out. They were akin to an attack of sneezing or an annoying itch. It was simply an act his body did occasionally.

At the same time Atticus was aroused by something Otto couldn’t control, they also held in great importance his comfort. Atty never used Otto as one would use an object of sexual pleasure. Their appreciation for him and acceptance of him was always more important than the arousal he could offer them.

As the writer continued to push their hand pleasantly down Otto’s strongly tensing muscles the clock maker experienced a rush of gratitude for his relationship with Atticus. Hiccups were, in a way, a part of the package making up Otto as a person. As frequent and as large of a presence as his hiccups were, he couldn’t see himself being with someone who found them an annoyance or was triggered by them in some negative way.

Additionally, Atticus’ arousal to hiccups were just as much a part of their identity. It wasn’t lost on him how special it was for them to have found each other and for even the oddest quirks of their personalities to be compatible.

Just as Otto’s throat was starting to get sore from the onslaught, he felt the spasms finally start to weaken and become slower. After a yawn or two, some deep breaths, and a few more singles they had solved themselves and left Otto to breathe in peace.

“Aaaah,” he said. “Kind of glad that’s over.”

From the clocks Otto figured it had been around a 15-minute case.

“Me too,” Atticus admitted. “Those were pretty powerful.”

Otto nodded with a deep breath in and out. “I’m good now, though.”

“Yeah, you are,” Atty said with a grin. They craned their neck up and planted a furred kiss on his cheek, their mustache tickling his skin.

Otto smiled.

“Wanna go back to reading your book?” they asked.

“Nah, I like this. You’re nice and warm,” he said surrounding them with both of his arms.

“Awww. So are you. And soft,” they said.

They both sighed happily at the same time. Then they both chuckled.

“Gawd, no wonder people think we’re gross,” Atticus said, muffled in Otto’s chest.

“Our level of disgusting is pretty untenable,” Otto remarked.

“I love being gross with you,” Atticus said.

“And I love being gross with you,” Otto confirmed.

[weirdfreakshow]

i just think that gem should test pearl. see if she's really straight, ya know? get her all alone and touch her. pearl wouldnt hurt her, she cares too much for gem, and gem keeps telling pearl she loves her so much, and itll feel so good, shes enjoying it, right? she should eat her out while pearl keeps trying to push her away. make her cum on her tongue and not stop until pearls too weak to fight her anymore. and see, pearl enjoyed it, so shes not straight! gem knew she wasnt. and a girl cant rape another girl, right? pearls silly for thinking it was rape. especially when gem is so sickeningly sweet, keeps kissing her afterwards and purring sweet words to her, leaving pearl confused and upset, but not daring to speak out for fear of sounding stupid. she wasnt raped, after all!

This is absolutely delicious food, anon.

And gem knows how to truly make a girl cum, unlike some other guys. Pearl should be way happier fucking Gem rather than a dude that wouldn't even know where the fucking clit is. Pearl tries to reject her— politely, as to not hurt her. But gem would keep pushing, and pushing, and then Pearl would reject her not-so-gently. Thank god Gem is really patient and forgiving! she knows what Pearl truly is inside! and if she doesn't wanna accept it its okay, she can force it out of her. She can take the blame for the both of them.

Ugh, I'm sure Gem is so good at it too, makes Pearl cum hard on her tongue and fingers, leave her fucking shaking. She would sneak her hand up and grope one of her tits while she moves her hand fast and hard, Pearl is so fucking wet it leaks down her hand and it makes awful wet noises. They're drowned out by Gem's voice though. "I love you" "you're so beautiful" "you're doing such a good job", "good girl, good girl" "I love you, I love you, I love you so much" "you're perfect like this" it's so loving, and Pearl can't look at her, can't look at her eyes. Down there, licking and batting her eyelashes innocently and lovingly up at her, it makes nausea rise up in her, feeling so betrayed.

Gem is a girl's girl. She wouldn't ever rape her. She would never rape anyone, especially a girl! why would she? What the hell. Such an aaawful thing to imply! Girls can't rape each other, and even if they could Gem wouldn't be the type to. Maybe Pearl wasn't clear enough, maybe she's overreacting to all this.

Ugh, and if Gem doesn't even put fingers in Pearl, makes her cum from just her mouth alone,,, well. There's no penetration, therefore no rape took place! And she should be grateful Gem did her a favor like that tbh. Don't get why she's crying about it.

So called "straight girls" when you make them come on your tongue. Smh.

[kingwuko]

To continue the prev anon talking about Mako and being touchy and lovey dovey in public, we do know how physical and overall silly he was with Asami and Korra but can imagine how surprised and elated Wu would be? He wouldn't have to ask to be held, his hands always getting Mako's fingers intertwined, the arm behind his back then they are sitting, the hand around his waist, he kisses- ugh I just love the thought of Wu getting all the love he deserves 🥰

Oh anon you are so right!!! Wu did not see Mako with Korra or Asami, and if no one warns him, imagine how he'd feel the first time Mako just tugs him close and kisses his nose in front of EVERYONE, Wu is probably like "!!!! WHA." I feel like both Mako and Wu are kind of touch-starved, so once they're together its just going to be disgusting honestly. sickeningly sweet. so much pda

[borathae]

Chapter 5

sickeningly sweet jimin? is he about to sass me?

“why aren’t you visiting our place anymore? idk you tell me

But you are still seeing Taehyung, aren’t you? yeah they are also occasionally eating each other, dont worry

his eyes race over your body, “interesting indeed.” WHY IS HE EYEING ME LIKE THAT? u got something to say???? ALSO WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

SAVED THAT FF IN TO MY LIBRARY AHAHA

It is like you don’t even exist for him.” SHUT UP U DONT SAY THAT

SIR WHAT ARE YOU DOING (go on i have 3 holes for a reason)

You almost choke gurl got gagged

Stupid body, acting all on its own again.  me to my body when it does that shiver/jerk/hitting my neck on my shoulder

what did you say to him to make him change his mind plays all idks jimin ever sang

take a shot everytime he said interesting

THANK GOD HE LEFT BYE PHEW, THIS IS A MOMENT WHERE "let out a breath idk i was holding" IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTABLE

NO HE DIDNT LEAVE Jimin presses himself against you 🤺 BACK AWAY🤺 BACK THE FUCK AWAY I SAID 🤺

jimin is sex on legs and STAYING FUCKING TRUE TO IT

Interesting count: 3

HE IS A MENACE COULD HAVE LEFT THAT POOR GIRL ALONE TO STUDY BUT NAAH HE IS JEALOUS OF HER STUDYING LATIN

Good job, now everyone hates you. mood 😭

WHY DID U GO TO HIM NO WE WONT FOLD THAT FAST NA UH

do come inside.” sure, she will after she learns the spells

YES LEAVE THANK YOU WE WILL NOT BACK DOWN

JIMINSHI AAAA

him: im fast as fuck boi

putting my meme generator account to use

So much is happening at once that you don’t know if you like it or not. Are you having a dream again? i get her confusion like sir what are you doing, its hot tho

OMG HE ERASED THE MEMORIES UGH AAH

HOSEOK MY LOVELY POOKIE I LOVE YOU, LETS GET MARRIED AND WALK INTO THE SUNSET AND FORGET ALL ABOUT THIS. the end. wow that would be funny if the book ended in 5 chapters 😭

remember our workout? .... I love cuddles”, he states ...... it was very late yep. this is soo funny pls, knowing how his lying/acting sucks, this must be a struggle for him

STOP OK UR NOT FUNNY IM SORRY, SAY SOMETHING

ok what is he trying to do? you need to poop great 😭

AGAIN SHE IS IN THE LIBRARY?? WHAT HOBI U DIDNT HAVE TO ERASE MEMORIES oh he only changed her place, cuz she remembers him hmm ok

tae is ok i guess DONT TELL ME TO SLEEP SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK (me who sleeps 8 hours a day)

poor baby i hope she sleeps it off well.

i still dont know whats happening and its getting concerning about what goes on with them and the house 🙂

AND WE GOT TO SEE 2SEOK AGAIN YAY whats kook up to i wonder

AHAHAHAHHA IT'S SO FUNNY TO SEE THE EMOTIONAL rollercoaster you went on with this chapter 😭😂😂 you went from wanting Jimin to fearing him to wanting Hobi to fearing him to tolerating Tae BAHAHHAHAH this is exactly the kind of reading experience I want you guys to have HFAHDHFHA

ALSO THE MEMES ARE TOPTIER PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING BAHAHHAHAH

[deaths]

ugh its so sickeningly sweet

[unohanabbygirl]

FMN!Au with Cregan?? He’s such a pretty boy I know JaceBaela have room for him in their new life 🥹🥹. Cregan does like to bring up he technically married Jace first so Baela is actually the other woman (neither for them agree). I just picture them all being so sickeningly wrapped up in eachother omg. And if Jace discovers Cregan later in life?? Oh it’s Luke level plotting to make sure he’s part of his life (Cregan remembers and they’re all gonna have a spring wedding(polygamy is still illegal in Westeros)

Yes, yes to all of this!

But let me just say, thank you for bringing up that polygamy is still illegal in Westeros because even though I feel i’ve implied it due to only Rhaenyra and Daemon being married instead of Nyra, Daemon, Laena and Harwin being openly together in the public eye. It’s one of numerous ways in which Westeros is still behind when it comes to progressiveness and why the fam would be better off in one of the free cities, but I digress.

Jacebaela will always have room for Cregan in their relationship as one of their first real adult loves outside of one another. Though Jace’s kiddy love with Aegon as kids still meant a lot deep down, this is different. Its mature and open without fear. On Jaces’s side of things Cregan started out as the older brother he never had which allowed him to fall back and allow himself to be led rather than doing the leading for once. Learning for the first time as he no longer has to be the teacher. Cregan represents guidance, maturity and discipline. A man who’s strong and commanding with an iron fist yet so sweet when they’re in their own little bubble away from the pressures of steadily brewing war. The man who understood Jace’s loss and allowed him to grieve as he saw fit until stepping in when he could see how Jace was digging himself into an early grave as he searched for a body that had long been lost to the sea.

For Baela things were a bit different. Though at first she did feel a bit out of place seeing as it had always been her and Jace, as she got to know him through letters and secret meetings she slowly began to see what Jace saw. In a way, Cregan became a second partner that she could voice her unfiltered opinions and thoughts to whenever Jace was in too fragile of a state. Cregan was one of few men other than Jace who’s never attempted to change or strip her of her more masculine traits. He loves that she’s opinionated and fierce rather than meek and willing to go along with his plans simply because. Baela has a fire in her that never ceases and Cregan loves it just as much as he loves the way Jace represents the tranquil waves of the ocean.

Their first wedding may have been in secret, but it was no less valid than any other union. And seeing one another again after two thousand years brings all these emotions to the forefront in a minute flat. Its almost too much to handle yet so amazing to experience as all three of them were so sure they’d never reunite. Ugh, their so in love it’s sickening 😭

Wait, would they still take part in their Valyrian traditions just as they did for their first wedding? It would be beautiful but so bittersweet because they no longer have their dragons for the consummation ceremony on dragon back.

Now Luke kinda wants to add a third to his and Aemond’s relationship but only if it’s Rhaena and those two can barely have a civil conversation let alone be in a relationship. Though watching them hate fuck would be great.

[taegularities]

Gosh what can I say, CMI really has a special place in my heart like we’ve come a long way to come to this point!! Again I took down my favourite moments because it makes me tear up 😩

“Pulling out all the stops and making things better with you, I mean. I wouldn’t wanna do it with anyone else.” This is love, this is love. Like even if you’re happy, sad or angry with each other it doesn’t matter as long as its with your person 🥹🥹 I suddenly remember that song called I’d Rather by Luther Vandross ❤️

“Which is you for me. I’m building a home with you.” All I can say is the best is yet to come. I’m so excited for the home and life they’ll build together!! *ehem* kids included *ehem*

“My baby is the prettiest ever. Ever, ever.” Cmi jk makes me swoon 🥰🥰 MY BABY ugh 🙊

Iron Man socks. Obviously worn a hundred times; so, so him. — nauurrr but I do remember kook wearing the iron man socks when they got pranked though 💔 he was a baby 😭😭

“And this… This is my girlfriend. She’s even prettier in real life… that’s right.” Come onnnn!! As if cmi jk cant be more perfect. Im still reeling at the fact they’re together cause cmi jk wears the boyfriend tag like a badge of honour 🥰🥰

“Don’t say these things while they’re here, baby,” he warns, although as tenderly as anyhow possible, “you’ll give me a heart attack, I mean it.” I love it when oc teases him!! He’s down bad! I actually wished oc did something naughty hihi

Much like the flowers towards the downpour, Jungkook and you reached for each other while being watered by gloom — but unlike the flowers, you’re still sprouting and thriving into something vivid and fragrant. Not beaten by the agonising shower. - THIS IS MY MOST FAVOURITE PART. I cant remember how many times I read and go back to this particular paragraph. Your words are so beautiful its painful to think about it ❤️❤️

And in the end, him and you aren’t tragic like them. You will never wither — only bloom. - THIS ONE TOO 😭😭 When I read this I felt like gosh this line holds so much promise. I trust you Rid to never break them apart again 😐🤞🏻

And when I come home now, the first thing I think of is you. What we’d cook tonight. Or what we might watch or talk about. - I wish I have something like this to think about also AHA HA HA HA.. 🫥

“And that’s you. I don’t want anyone if I can’t have you.” Its you for me, and me for you kinda thing. No one can ever come between them ❤️

“Wanna dance with you. And kiss you under the lights.” They’re so sickeningly romantic my gosh I feel my single-ness so much when I read cmi 😩 like idk if they’re the type but when I think of cmi couple, they’re like the ones who would dance to mellow music in their living room with only fairylights on, maybe some wine. Enjoying the night as if they’re the only ones awake and sharing a secret only they know 😩❤️❤️❤️

Thank you Rid for our new year’s gift!! You’re so so incredibly talented and hope you know how special you are as a writer and person!! This new year, i wish you can feel comforted as much as we feel comfort from you and your stories. Love you my darling ❤️

gosh, cmi really has come a long way, huh? 😭 1.5 yrs of beauty, and it shall continue for just a bit longer <3 you're so sweet for highlighting your favourite parts :((

i think one of the reasons i truly love these two so much is that they take every emotion in their relationship as an important and natural part of it. like, we haven't seen that bit yet, but it is in my notes – the way they'll handle jealousy, anger, sorrow, trauma will be so incredibly… mature? and very sweet. and they wouldn't wanna do it with anyone else, yes 🥺

not the kids, plsss 😭 (also im just noticing, but i wanted to call you by a name and only came up with koalashark?? lmaoo is there a name i can call or tag you with? 🥺)

THE IRON MAN SOCKSSS AHHHH i immediately felt bad thinking about the AHL incident bc that was so terrible to witness but… the fact that jk had iron man socks at all :( and he'll be wearing them again just bc oc told him to heheheheh <3

HE DOES WEAR THE BOYFRIEND TAG LIKE A BADGE OF HONOUR AHHHHH he's so proud to be hers 😭 and smth naughty huh? fret not. oc will drive him insane in cmi12/13 lollll. also, ty ty tysm for talking about the flower part. i agonised over it for such a long time, so your praise means a lot to me <3

"Its you for me, and me for you kinda thing"… yes. yes yes yes 🥺 :(((

they're truly both romantic ugh. like, i feel like oc isn't as hardcore of a romantic as him, but that love makes her just that for sure. or idk. i really cannot say who of them is more romantic i just ughghhgjdkshfgjkdfsk :') and yes babe you're right, they're the type to slow dance to mellow music and hold each other close, and her head on his shoulder anddddd… you're not too far off bc we might see this someday 😭

thank you so much for reading, sweetheart <3 you're so fkn sweet for always giving me feedback like this and for making me and the story feel special. i do feel so much comfort, so thank you for this 🥺 love you 🤍

[anony-man]

A Bit(e) of Assurance

(Part 3 of the Texaid Chubby series)

Word Count: 1,383

Pairing: First Aid/Vortex

Rating and warnings: T; belly kink, belly stuffing, safe words

It’s a sight Vortex enjoys, but isn’t sure he’ll ever get used to.

The Combaticon had lost count of the endless possible kinks and intimate positions he and the Autobot medic had tried over the past six months, but this one in particular had stuck out like a sore thumb. He wasn’t sure what about it got his engines so revved, but seeing First Aid stretched out across the couch, helm resting against a pile of cushions as he whimpered and groaned above the audible gurgles of his overly stuffed tanks was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He’d never admit it, but the sight alone was nearly enough to bring him to climax.

“No more,” First Aid said, barely lifting his helm up off the cushions to stare up at Vortex with a pained, desperate look. “Please, ‘tex. No more, I’m—“ he was promptly cut off by a gurgling belch that dissolved into a painful, gut-jerking hiccup, and Vortex would’ve been lying if he said the very sight didn’t have him desperate to smother First Aid in kisses. “Ugh, I’m gonna burst.”

“You’re not,” Vortex said as he leaned in, one servo braced against First Aid’s thigh as the other delivered heaping spoonful of creamy, decadent energon sherbet. “We went over the specifics, remember? It would take, like… twice as much as I’ve fed you for you to actually burst.”

The blunt assurance didn’t seem to do much to convince First Aid, who merely let his helm fall back against the cushions with another moan. When Vortex lifted the spoonful to his mouth, though, he didn’t hesitate to take it all in one bite. Vortex gave the poor, rumbling belly a comforting pat, cooing soft words of praise as he leaned back to scoop up another spoonful of thick, creamy sherbet.

He’d saved it for last, mostly due to its filling nature. Well, that, and he liked to see First Aid squirm a little. The poor medic was practically writhing beneath him, his legs thrown over Vortex’s hips and the bloated mesh of his belly pushing outward into his lap. If it hadn’t been for slick lubricant building up behind his panels or the way his cooling fans whirred to life every time Vortex went on about how much he adored stuffing First Aid to the brim, the Combaticon would’ve worried that his partner didn’t actually enjoy the feeding session.

It was definitely a bit of a grey area for Vortex, given his past experiences with the medic. Relationship or no, he was still the Decepticon’s number one interrogator, and Vortex often found himself hesitant to involve tactics so similar to his interrogation style to their bedroom play. He wasn’t against it, of course—after all, he wouldn’t be here in this situation if that were the case—but it was most certainly an area of insecurity for him when it came to First Aid’s comfort and safety.

Primus, Vortex thought, shaking his helm as he buried the spoon into the sherbet. It was a miracle nobody had found out the extent of their relationship yet. He knew for a fact that should Megatron ever find out he was… urgh, starting to catch feelings, things between him and First Aid would have to end immediately.

“Hey,” came the soft voice, and Vortex glanced back to find First Aid staring at him with that sickeningly sweet expression. “You still doing okay?”

Uh-oh. First Aid was worried now.

“I’m fine,” he said, maybe a little too gruffly, and shoveled another spoonful into First Aid’s mouth. “But the sherbet’s melting. You wouldn’t want me to force you to drink it straight from the carton, would you?”

That got a response out of First Aid, albeit a startled one. As if the mere thought of having anything but slow, measured spoonfuls at a time was too much, his bloated belly gave a low, rumbling gurgle. First Aid grimaced at the sound and got to rubbing, his face contorted into a pained expression as he swallowed down the large mouthful of sherbet Vortex had fed him.

As much as he loved stuffing his medic silly, Vortex still struggled to determine what was consensual and what veered into the territory of uncomfortable. At any other time, the pained expression on First Aid’s face would’ve told him that the poor medic had had enough, and that he needed to back off a bit, but extensive planning and drilling the use of a safe-word into their processors removed the need for such worries.

It was still a learning process, of course, and Vortex found that he still paused every so often, spoon in the air as he awaited First Aid’s use of their safe word. Was this a “Pharma” situation, or was he reading too far in between the lines? Just like he’d done so many times before, Vortex paused, his optics locked on First Aid’s lips as the other worked through the large bite of sherbet.

He waited, and waited… and waited, but it never came. No Pharma. This was still enjoyable, still consensual. In the back of his mind, Vortex made a small mental note of it.

Vortex continued feeding First Aid bite after bite of the sherbet until he’d reached the very bottom of the container. As he’d expected, there was some melted sherbet leftover, but one look at First Aid’s overly large middle and pained, sick expression told him that he should probably pass on forcing his partner to finish it off. Instead, Vortex set all of the empty food containers aside and got comfortable alongside First Aid, shifting them both until their legs were intertwined and First Aid was resting his helm comfortably against Vortex’s chest.

It wasn’t a huge couch by any standards, but the lack of extra room made for better cuddling circumstances—at least, that’s what the shop sellers had said. Typically, Vortex found that he agreed.

“How’s the belly?” Vortex asked softly, his digits drifting over the swell of First Aid’s middle in gentle, soothing patterns. He kept his helm propped up with the other servo, giving himself plenty of space to study First Aid’s lax expression.

“Mmm,” First Aid hummed in response, his optics falling shut as Vortex’s fingers dug a little deeper. “Feels better when you rub it.”

“Oh yeah?” Vortex said, a small, smug smile stretching across his faceplates. “What if I… do this?”

Slowly, so as to avoid jostling First Aid’s already sensitive middle, Vortex sat up and scooted over until he was straddling First Aid’s lap, his frame propped up with both servos on either side of the ample belly he was faced with. First Aid peeked up from over the swell, somehow managing to look both adorable and curious at the same time, and Vortex couldn’t help but smile even wider.

“You did so well,” he said, leaning down to place gentle kisses in between the seams of First Aid’s strained plating. “You and your belly. Didn’t think you’d manage to keep it all in, to be honest with you.”

“I’m not a newbie, ‘tex,” First Aid scoffed. “You act like this is our first ever stuffing session.”

“Yeah, well—“ Vortex’s cheeks flushed with heat, and he fought the urge to shy away from First Aid, who’d sat up to join him. “I’m just—I’m just worried, is all.”

“About what?” First Aid asked. He pulled Vortex in until the Combaticon’s own frame was pressed flush against his own, his servos already trailing over tender plating and open seams. “Worried I’ll change my mind halfway through? We’ve been over this, Vortex. I trust you, alright?”

“I know,” Vortex huffed. He wanted to stay broody for a bit, if only to emphasize his concern, but he could do little against the gentle kisses First Aid placed against his cheeks, his neck, his nose. “I know, Aid.”

“Take it from me,” First Aid said. “You make a very good feeder. The best, even.”

Well… when he put it like that. Having no other choice in the matter, Vortex would just have to accept the praise and take First Aid’s word for it. Of course, that wasn’t hard to do at all. Not when it was kinks they were talking about, and not when it was First Aid.

[luaspersona]

ok, i couldn't really wait to gush abt this 😭😭😭😭 cus its just so sickeningly sweet and devastatingly comforting 😭⚠️ you had zero rights to make me feel this soft 🔪

now hear me out! 😭 your writing always feels like a warm cup of tea after a bad day, and going through your sentences is like being embraced by the softest pillow 🥺

you're always able to write things in such a realistic way, and you translate emotions SO WELL! the first part, with tae and hobi laying together, was so domestic, so sweet 🥹 the way they just fit together and feel at home with each other, like:

Taehyung might even say that Sunday morning dates were his favorite tradition. They were at the very least, a consistent highlight of his week that encouraged him to continue his long and tiresome work days.

ugh, im desperately single rn

but also!! the fic had a lot of fun, light-hearted moments too. the break of expectations from the end of a part to the other was so fun lmao akdha not me trying to pretend i have some control over my life 🫠

and if this man aint me...

According to Hoseok (who always seemed to know what he was thinking), Taehyung was an open book (i.e. shit at hiding his emotions). 

and this scene just took me back to taejoon during in the soop lmao 😭 the poor babies

Like Taehyung, he wasn’t allowed into the kitchen. Taehyung was banned after a few too many mishaps with over-cooking and burning food that led to them needing takeout (which was arguably better sometimes when one didn’t have to spend an hour trying to remove charred food from pans after).  Namjoon on the other hand was banned after his first time in the kitchen. The man has a knack for breaking things and that didn’t go away in the kitchen. Seokjin let the knife incident go because it was Namjoon’s first time using one. How it had taken Namjoon 26 years to finally use a knife, Taehyung didn’t know. That being said, after Namjoon managed to break a drwar, he was banned.

another thing i wanted to point out, its how tae's anxiety and insecurity were so well depicted. i can only imagine how hard it is to share something we feel self-conscious about, especially when previous attempts of talking about it went so poorly. one description that i found particularly creative was this one:

His mouth felt dry like the one time he tried to make bread and managed to make a brick instead. He felt like a brick of bread. 

never saw someone describing anxiety like that and it felt absurdly accurate.

ugh our baby bear did NOT deserve that 😔🔪

it was so heartbreaking to see how he spirals and thinks his friends will give up on him and that hobi would want to break up omfg 😩 BUT thankfully hobi is our sunshine and never fails to assure people 🥺

i just really loved this, like i always love your writing. i appreciate you for taking the time to write this, cus it was VERY comforting, babe 🥹

Hands, Hands, and More Hands

Summary: Taehyung runs an ASMR channel that he wants to keep secret. He plans on telling his boyfriend and friends soon… Someday. He’s most definetly going to share. He’s nervous about it though. After a few bad experiences in the past he’s found it harder to share his love for ASMR. When a flier about his channel is posted on the community board of his building (a big place of gossip) though, he’s forced to share… Or keep quiet.

Prompt: This is part of @bangtanwritingbingo​ for my prompt “hair brushing”!

Word Count: 4.8k

Pairing: Taehyung (BTS) x Hoseok (BTS)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: allusions to anxiety attacks and anxiety, insecurity

Ratings: teen up

Authors Note: thank you to the lovely @btsmosphere for betaing this! I greatly appreciated all of her help!!!! 💜💜💜

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[kpop-dungeon-dark]

ALPHA HYBRID!JONGIN X YOU

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, breeding, claiming. Both characters are of legal age in this. This does not represent Kim Jongin nor anyone affiliated in any way and is purely a work of fiction. Browse at your own risk, you've been warned.

Request: Your mate Alpha Jongin claims you on a full moon against your will.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the eldest son of the Kims, Jongin, before she sipped on her drink and walked to the other side of the hall where the party was being held. She was only here because her mom forced her to do so, saying the whole family was invited and it'd be rude. The annoyed girl was standing in one of the many big balls of his mansion. And Jongin was so damn cocky, arrogant, proud and fucking smug.

The Kims were an elite wolf hybrid family and Jongin's father was the current mayor of the city. Humans and wolf hybrids coexisted throughout the whole world with almost all the hybrids being elite, the specie almost a class of its own. Currently, Jongin was showing off some project he was working on for the city whilst literally eye fucking Y/n who was the daughter of his father's human bestfriend.

She wondered what girl would fall for him. He was way too fucking over confident in himself and his abilities. The man carried himself like he was above everyone else around him and probably thought that too. How could anyone like him? Ugh. He was too much to bear with.

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"You seemed bored during my speech." Y/n broke out of her trance, jumping a bit when she heard the familiar deep voice behind her. Rolling her eyes she stood up straight now as she was leaning against the railing of one of the many balconies of the mansion, staring at the full moon. "Tsk… isn't this kind of weather cold for you humans? What if you get sick, you foolish little girl…" Before his warm coat was draped over her naked shoulders.

Clenching her fist, the girl turned around to glare up at him. "I am 20! I am not litt-" she stopped abruptly when she came in face to chest contact with the taller, gulping at how he was staring down at her. "J- Jongin…" She whispered, throat dry.

"Hm…?" He casually sounded like he didn't have her trapped against the railing like that. Looking down at her soft curly locks, he softly pushed them out of her pretty face, tucking the strands behind her ear. "Better now that I can see that beautiful face fully."

Y/n felt her legs trembling. She had never been this close to another man let alone Kim fucking Jongin! "Y- Your eyes… t- they're… r- red…" The girl had always found the fact that they could shift into literal wolves terrifying, that was also one of the many reasons she avoided interacting with hybrids as much as she could.

"They are?" Putting his hands on the railing on the Y/n's either sides, the man leaned down and levelled their gazes, staring down at her calmly. He liked how her cheeks were red and pupils shook with fear. Good. "It's a full moon after all. They get like this on such nights. But don't worry, doll. I won't hurt you. I've trained plenty to keep Kai under control. He doesn't bite" before he grinned, his own words contradicting his body because his teeth looked sharper and longer.

"O- Oh alright… I- I'll go then~" shrugging his coat off, the girl tried to escape but oh no.

"Did you think about what I said, little one?" His bigger hand grasped her smaller one before he pulled her right back into him. "My confession… the other day." Jongin raised an eyebrow and spoke before she would try to play dumb. "You're my mate, baby. I need you on these nights… But you're always so busy running away from your Alpha… your mate… your guardian…" His voice was sickeningly low and sweet, plump lips grazing against her cheek. "Your protector and owner."

Angered from his last words, the girl furrowed her eyebrows and glared up at him. "I- I can protect myself just f- fine! Thank you! N- Now let me g- go! I already told you I like someone else! Y- You're a hybrid! I am human! Do you really think I am t- that stupid?! NO. We can't be mates! We are different species!"

The male sighed and shook his head. "Not when you stutter like that. Tsk. You just have to make it so much harder and complicated than it actually is, right? Little brats like you just won't learn until they're taught. And luckily your Alpha is here to teach you all that you need to learn."

Usually, he'd be able to keep his wolf under control much more as well as his anger. But the moon shining so bright right in his face was not helping. And then this little girl right here, huffing so adorably in her top cut low dress was looking so damn beautiful. Her constant denial wasn't helping.

"Thinking your Alpha is a liar…" Throwing her over his shoulder, he smacked her ass. "Tsk. You deserve to be punished harshly for that, my little human" before another smack landed on her ass as the man entered his bedroom, locking the door before he threw her struggling form on the bed.

"L- LET ME GO! Y- YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Before she tried to take her heels off to hit him with that, making him throw his head back and laugh loudly.

"What a pathetic little mate I have!" Smacking her hands out of the way, the man ripped her shoes off before ripping her dress from the bottom all the way up to the top, causing her to squeak and try to hide herself. "Fuck! You're so beautiful, my little mate!" Catching her kick mid-air, the man crawled on top of her and smacked her lips softly before kissing her. "Trying to hurt your Alpha? Bad baby."

Y/n was constantly running her mouth while crying but the Alpha turned a deaf ear to it. "Just give into the way of the moons, my pretty one, you'll be so much better." Trapping her hands that she was continuously hitting him with above her head, the male started kissing her face all over, tasting her tears and getting hard on them. "So good…" Before Jongin pulled her underwear down and gagged her mouth with it, the girl's screams were muffled now.

"You're so pretty with your mouth stuffed by your underwear, baby." Holding her hands tightly in a bruising grip, the hybrid unzipped his pants, holding her thighs open with his knees before his fingers started to rub against her pussy lips, pushing them open and now playing with her folds, making her sensitive body jump up in his chest from the sudden stimulation, her slit leaking.

Jongin chuckled. "You tell me no but your body can't deny me, huh? Seems like it is much more obedient than this dumb little girl here, tsk." Y/n whined and tried kicking her legs when he pinched her pussy lips painfully. "Look at this wet cunt, tsk!" Before he smacked her folds, causing the girl to scream in pain, his cock standing up painfully hard. "You want another man?!" His fingers turned into half claws, voice getting animalistic. "Well too bad the only man that's going to be fucking you and having you is me!"

Y/n's head was pounding. She hated how good and wet she felt. Her entrance was clenching needily, wanting just any object to push in her right now. Even if it was a marker like she had back home. Of course she was naughty. The girl was 20 after all!

"Fuck baby I need you now~" before the Alpha pushed in her unprepared pussy. No marker or even toy would have prepared for this. Jongin's knot was fucking huge! The human's eyes widened and mouth fell open, her body jerking when he instantly hit her g-spot, not being able to hold back especially because of the full moon and going berserk, thrusting his whole thick knot in and out of her, snapping his fists rapidly.

"You like this baby?! You're inviting me further and further in like you love it!" Pinching her nipples, the man started to suck and bite at her tits, sucking wherever his lips touched and covering her in hickies. "Fuck baby! You're so fucking warm and tight!" He loved the smell of her purity coating his cock, balls upping in without any effort.

"You deny me like that but your body says yes. You're mine after all! And I'll rightfully fucking claim you as such!" Y/n felt her body submit more and more, eyes falling shut as she tried to breathe through her nose because her whole underwear was stuffed in her mouth.

"Tsk… you're blushing in pleasure… look at this naughty fucking girl!" Before he kissed her lips harshly, biting at them before he guided his hand back to her pussy, rubbing at her clit with his thumb while going faster and faster, licking at her dripping sweat. "You like it, Princess?! You like being forced to lay under your Alpha?! Tsk. I should have known! Little girls like you end up being the most desperate whores!"

Letting go of her hands, the man grabbed her jaw and moved her face, licking at the marking point, the junction between her shoulder and neck before he bit down hard, drawing blood out while she screamed and started to squirt, feeling her pussy spasm as her hands gripped his shoulders, shaking.

"I am going to fill your adorable little tummy with my pups. You'd like that, won't you, baby?" Jongin licked at the fresh claim mark on her skin, starting to fill her with his cum before hitting it up her g-spot repeatedly, Y/n's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she gripped his shoulders, trembling under him.

"Tell me how you feel, my pretty human…" The hybrid male husked before he pulled the underwear out of her mouth and kissed her passionately. His hands groped her perfect skin as he stopped thrusting, still letting his cock rest in her, balls deep.

"A- Alpha… Alpha please f- fill my tummy…" She finally submitted, sobbing. "I- I am sorry…" He was right. She could feel it now after being touched and claimed like this. "Y- You were r- right… I- I can feel it… I only w- want you… P- Please fill my tummy with your puppies…" Jongin smiled and kissed her tears.

"Good girl."

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This is a pretty old request I found laying around along some others. I don't even have the actual request anymore so I made up a summary of the events that unfold.