#and for a half hour after kept coming in to bother me about the plant

[miodiodavinci]

you ever end up typing a rant in the tags so long tumblr physically cuts you off and the post publishes with probably only 1/3rd of the tags

[tomorrowsgardennc]

market update // september 28th 2024

before market 👉 after market

another slow day. this time was because a lot of regular customers did come by to say hi, but that they were out of power after 2r hours from the hurricane so they were honest and said they just were there to get out of the house and not buying. when 3 different customers say that... then you know that's probably multiplied by at least 3. a lot of window shoppers overall at the market, not just me. about half the farmers didn't show up either because of storm damage. me myself and my hubs kitties and house are completely fine, but it was significantly worse south and west of us. and guess where most of the farmers are located 🫠

if there is ever any severe damage of any natural causes, they need your support then more than ever. they always need your support... but only the cash crop farmers are eligible for compensation loss from the USDA. the farmers at your local market are not eligible. support them.

look at me, right at the very end. all my neighbors still setting up. the main market is right around the corner to the right. this is considered the back entrance so there is still traffic, but nowhere near as much as the main entrance.

my sun tarp that kept attacking me when it was windy the other week didn't make it through the storm, so i spent about half the market taking refuge in the shade. i hung out with another plant vendor for a bit. i was telling her about my perennial flower garden, and i did already get spanish lavender from her. going to get more next time she's at market. she said spanish lavender is the easiest to grow - especially in these parts - but the flower heads don't look like the stereotypical lavender flower so a lot of people don't want it. i don't care, i want the bees to care! but she's wonderful, sells only herb transplants. she recommended a few more flower perennials for me... i forgot ehat they were but she said she got them so that's why i didn't bother remembering because i said SOLD and i'll get them from her later 😅 i'll tell y'all what they are when i get them.

my sun tarp didn't make it, but my seed banner only got slightly frayed! easily fixable, fix it later.

question of the day!! this applies to everyone, but this farmers market offers a special deal. if you have SNAPs, or food stamps...

seeds are covered by SNAPs!!

now, home depot or other large hardware stores won't accept SNAP cards because they don't sell food as their main source of income (well, customers aren't their main source of income but that's another post for another day). Those stores won't invest in accepting SNAPs to a "small" customer base. BUT!! Walmart, Target... other stores where they have groceries and a few seeds in the spring will accept SNAPs for vegetable and herb seeds. if it turns into something edible, it is covered by SNAPs:

✨️ the more you know ✨️ a couple of customers were surprised and got a lot of seeds after they learned that. me, personally, my goal is to eventually accept SNAPs on my website for selling seeds. it costs a lot of money to do so....... but it is still a high priority. for now, I can accept farmers' market tokens for the seeds.

close up of seeds. seeds. seed seed seed seeds. appreciate the seeds.

kid wave back count: 1 out of 1. not too many kids today, surprisingly, but the one i waved at waved back. 100% wave back rate, let's gooooo.

[wooahaes]

strawberry cheesecake

pairing: non-idol?han x gn!reader [reader has a uterus/is menstruating]

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: menstruation tw. food tw. this was meant to be non-idol but honestly read it however you like, idc. reader gets kind of emotional bc have you ever had really good food when ur having a bad day? its healing. also this isnt proofread.

daisy’s notes: oh to have a cute boy and enjoy cheesecake w him and then take a lil nap while being comforted... han would understand me on the cheesecake part. he would. also this has been sitting in my drafts for three months. be free.

“Oh, hey! Sorry to bother you, but, uh... Why did Jisung tear ass out of here like... maybe ten minutes ago?”

You’d been half-asleep when Chris called you for the third time in five minutes. Work was tiring, you were exhausted and ache-y, and you had opted to collapse into bed for a quick nap before you made dinner and relaxed for a few hours. Of course, fifteen minutes after you laid down and barely five minutes after you fell asleep, your phone had started ringing. And of course, it was the Christopher Bang himself, calling about your boyfriend like you kept tabs on his every move.

“No clue. Bye, Chris--”

“I’m asking because he mentioned your name,” he said before you could hang up. “Did something happen? Like. He heard someone mention what time it is, said ‘oh, shit’ and then booked it out and said he’d be back in maybe an hour. I mean, we’re not busy or anything, but if you needed something--”

“What?” You squeezed your eyes shut. Fuck, you were still feeling a headache coming on. “Chris, I don’t know why he would--”

Immediately, you heard the sound of your front door being bust open and the sound of footsteps. Your bedroom door opened after a moment, and there stood Jisung with a plastic bag in one hand.

“Is that him?”

“That’s him,” you said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll text you later.”

Jisung quickly made his way over to you, setting the bag aside carefully as he sat down in front of you. “I didn’t forget!”

You stared at him. “Uh. Hi, baby--Everything okay?”

“This morning,” he opened the plastic bag, “you said you wanted cheesecake after you got off work. I was going to bring it by sooner, I just--I got caught up with the guys, and then--”

He pulled out two containers of cheesecake from one of your favorite cafes to frequent with him. The strawberries and whipped cream were packaged separate, and there was something cute about the way Jisung was careful to make sure they were still sealed as he set them on top of your slice--setting his own strawberries with yours.

“And then I had to order and wait and--and it didn’t take long, but I was supposed to come straight here, and...” He trailed off, looking up at you. “Do you feel okay? Did you eat? And take medicine?” He frowned. “Baby.” He set the containers aside as he began to look you over. “Is your head hurting? I know you sometimes get migraines--do I need to grab medicine?” he said, his voice a little softer now. “I promise I didn’t forget until now--”

You gently clasped a hand over his mouth, “Honey. It’s okay.” You said, “I forgot I even said that.” You couldn’t help but smile, pulling your hand away so that you could plant a tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “But it’s really sweet you brought me cheesecake.”

Jisung was blushing when you planted another tiny kiss against his lips, just soft and chaste as could be. “Do you want it now? I can put it in the fridge if you aren’t hungry.”

“What about you?” You said. “I thought you were hanging out with the guys.”

He reached for his phone, pulling it out--angling the screen just right so that you could catch a glimpse of missed calls and texts from his friends (which must have come before Chris decided to outright just call you instead). “I think I scared them.”

“Chris said all you said was my name and ‘oh, shit’ before you booked it out,” you said, “so they probably thought I was dying.”

He frowned at his phone for a moment before looking back up at you. “I can stay long enough to eat cheesecake with you,” he said. “I’ll text the group chat.”

Jisung had looked away from you, watching you break into your cheesecake. When you tried to return his small container of strawberry sauce to him, he pushed it back to you--insisting that you could have it today. He finally looked back to you a few moments later after sending a quick text, only to notice the way you were sitting there, fork still in your mouth and tearing up.

“Is it bad? I can go somewhere--”

You shook your head, fighting back tears. Jisung had ran to get you this cheesecake and was apologetic because he knew how bad your periods could get. Maybe it was the hormones, but something about the combination of a caring boyfriend going out of his way to make you happy and the sweetness of a slice of cheesecake was enough to make you want to cry. 

“Do you need medicine?” He asked a moment later, watching you. His hair fell into his eyes, and you watched the way he brushed it back. “Just tell me what you need, okay? Is today bad?”

Another shake of your head as you took another bite of cheesecake, rattling off something about how you just really loved him. He had smiled at you a moment later as your words fully sank in, and he shifted so that he could be sitting closer to you.

“I really love you, too,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Despite what he said earlier about staying long enough to eat with you, you managed to get Jisung to cuddle with you for what was meant to be a few minutes. He pulled you into his arms, already starting to curl up closer and closer to you.

“You said you’d go back,” you reminded him, yet still snuggling in. He was holding your heating pad in place, and the last thing you truly wanted was for him to leave you when your cramps had yet to die down. “Jisungie,” you whined, just to tease him. “Neglecting your friends for me...”

He planted a tiny peck into your neck. “I’ll go in a few minutes.”

(And yet he stayed right there with you, dozing off faster than you did... even with the numerous texts from most of his friends later on asking where he went. Chris merely texted you to make sure both of you rested well.)

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[slut-for-evans-stan]

I've got you.

Pairing: Pete Brenner x reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff!!

Summary: after a bad day at work, the reader comes home to her husband Pete who showers her with his love, making her forget all her worries.

(I feel that aside from all the douchiness, Pete is a softie and a very caring lover)

Requested by: @maximeverstappen

a/n: this is my first ever fic in years and I've no clue how stuff works on Tumblr. This is not proofread, please pardon me for errors if any! I tried my best :')

Please like, comment and/or reblog, it'll make me really happy <3

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To say her day at work was exhausting and grueling was an understatement. From the moment y/n stepped foot in the office, something or the other kept going wrong, and most of it wasn't even her fault but being the Team player she was, she took a big part of the blame on herself.

To add to her misery, while in a hurry she almost tripped down the stairs, the impact of trying to regain balance hard on her left ankle but she had no time to pay attention to that, rushing to get her superior's signature on the required documents.

Y/n was so caught up with her tasks that she didn't even bother having anything for lunch, just wanting to get done with all the workload so she could relax.

Around 4:55 pm, she breathed a long sigh of relief shutting off her laptop and settling her belongings, having finally finished all the work that was in her cup for the week. All she wanted now was to go home and cuddle with her husband till she fell asleep. After locking up her cabin and telling her

"see you tomorrow"s

to fellow colleagues, she left the office walking to the parking lot and getting in her car to drive off.

Once in her car, she checked her phone for the first time since she left for work this morning, seeing about 10 missed calls and texts from her husband, Pete. They'd usually facetime each other during their lunch breaks, eating together and talking about how their day was going so far but today she didn't get the opportunity to do that either. Y/n opened his chat and told him that she's on her way back, apologizing for not calling or responding to his texts and that she had a terrible day at work. Starting her car and playing some calming music she set on her way back home.

Around half an hour later, Pete heard the sound of her car, smiling to himself, excited to finally see y/n after a busy day. Before she could even ring the doorbell, the door to their home opened and she was welcomed with the sight of Pete looking ever so handsome in just his pajamas. Dropping her handbag, y/n immediately jumped right into his arms, hugging him and he held her tight and stayed like that for minutes. When they parted, she had her hands around his neck. He saw tears in her eyes and caressed her face, planting a soft kiss on her lips and temple, smiling, and softly whispered

"It's okay baby, it's okay. I've got you".

He held her hand leading her inside their home. As they entered the living room, y/n was greeted by the warm scent of dinner being prepared in the kitchen, which made her very aware of how hungry she was. Right after Pete had received y/n's text, he'd made up his mind on making her feel better in whatever ways he could. He turned y/n around and said

"Dinner will be ready soon sweetheart, I've already drawn the tub for you, why don't you go ahead and take a nice, hot bath to soothe your muscles? ".

Y/n hummed quietly, planting a kiss on Pete's cheek, smiling to herself wearily as she made her way to the bathroom.

As she soaked in the warm bath scattered with fragrant rose petals, feeling her tension begin to ease, Pete knocked and came in with a glass of her favourite wine, setting it down on a sitting stool beside the bathtub, making her whisper a soft

"thank you baby"

and he planted another soft kiss on her forehead and left. She could hear the sounds of Pete chopping vegetables and stirring pots in the kitchen, making her stomach rumble in anticipation.

After a while, y/n got out of the bathtub, dried herself, and changed into comfortable clothing- Pete's maroon hoodie and a pair of shorts, feeling a little better. As she emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, the soft glow of candles lead her to the dining table, where a playlist of their favourite songs played in the background, creating a soundtrack for their evening. She found Pete waiting for her at the dining table which was adorned with fresh flowers, and a handwritten note expressing his love awaited her, tucked beneath the dinner napkin.

She sat down with a suprised look on her face, and said

"How did you manage to do all this is in such a short time?"

with a cheesy grin and a wink he replied,

"My love for you makes me efficient in a way I can't explain."

As soon as he opened the pot's lid, y/n squealed happily, seeing that Pete had made her favorite chicken stew for dinner, a string of thank yous falling from her lips. Pete fed her the first bite of food and she groaned in satisfaction at the delicious taste, saying

"Gosh you are the best!"

making him chuckle and respond

"I know".

Savouring each bite, she did a happy little dance as she ate, her stressful day at work long forgotten. Y/n couldn't help but notice the way Pete looked at her with so much adoration and love in his eyes, making her wonder how she ever got so lucky to have found him.

"You know, babe" he said,

"I've been thinking. Why don't we take the day off tomorrow and have a relaxing day with each other, not having to worry about anything?"

Y/n's heart swelled with gratitude and she nodded eagerly.

They finished their dinner, chatting and laughing together. They then watched a few episodes of the show they were currently invested in, while Pete gently ran his fingers through y/n's hair, massaging her scalp, making her doze off. He then carried her bridal style, to their bedroom and gently put her down on the bed, under the blankets and got in himself, holding her close, falling in a deep slumber.

The next morning, Pete woke Y/n up with a cup of coffee, presenting her with a carefully planned itinerary for their day off. Their day began with a leisurely breakfast, laughter dancing in the air. He whisked her away to a spa day, their journey to the spa involving a scenic drive with the windows down, and her favourite tunes setting the mood. He had arranged for a personalized treatment, ensuring his wife felt like royalty.

During their drive to the nail and hair appointments, he engaged her in delightful conversation, peppering the day with shared laughter and stolen glances that spoke volumes. His heart so filled with love for her, cherishing every moment by her side.

They spent the rest of their day strolling down and exploring the city, hand in hand, simply enjoying each other's company while the world seemed to pause, leaving room for the warmth of their connection to fill the air. They laughed and joked just the way they did while they had just started dating, and Y/n felt all her stress and anxiety melt away.

They had lunch at a rooftop restaurant, enjoying the view of the city, walked to a park where they laid down on a blanket under a tree, watching the clouds roll by and listening to the birds sing. It was a perfect day and y/n felt grateful to have Pete by her side, grateful for the love and care he showered her with.

As the sun began to set, they drove back home and cuddled up on the couch together, with y/n's head resting on Pete's lap watching a movie and just enjoying each other's company. It was a simple, yet perfect day, and y/n knew that she was loved and cherished by her wonderful husband.

She looked up at Pete with affection in her eyes.

"I love you so much Pete. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"I love you so much more my baby, You're my everything."

He bent his head down, their lips meeting in a passionate, loving kiss. They headed to their bedroom, falling asleep in each others arms, with smiles on their faces, knowing no matter how bad things got around them, they'd always have each other.

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a/n: I really enjoyed writing this fic! I hope y'all liked reading it too. I'd really appreciate if you'd comment any thoughts, suggestions or requests that you have! Thank you ^_^

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | twenty eight

*Noah’s POV* I was so fucking mad right now.

I couldn’t believe that I left Ellie by herself and she was already in Matt’s arms. Maybe there was some unfinished business between the two of them that I was unaware of. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping onto the sheets as I waited for Ellie to come upstairs. I heard her walk into the room but I kept my focus on the floor, looking at her might cause me to do something I’d regret. 

“Noah …”

“What the fuck was that?” I spat out, not letting her continue. “I leave you alone and you’re touching him in our home.” “Noah I understand how it looked, but I promise you it was nothing.” “Yeah it was nothing.” I huffed as I stood up. I finally felt brave enough to look at her, her bright eyes pierced me, almost like a sword to my heart. “If I had come in a second later it could’ve been something.”

“You… you actually believe I would do something like that to you?” She softly replied as her voice started to crack. I saw one tear escape her and instantly got hit with a wave of regret. 

“El… no I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” I reacted quickly, my anger turned into fear over what I just said. She crossed her arms and turned away from me. I wanted to reach out to her so badly but I was scared it would make things worse, so I just stood there waiting for her next move.

“No, but you thought it.” She sniffed back a few more tears that were my doing, making me feel more guilty. “Noah why would you go and start a life with me if you have these doubts?”

“The guys just -“

“Don’t blame them.” She cut in. “If they had any doubts about me, or us they wouldn’t be here celebrating our relationship.”

“Ellie, you’re right. I’m so sorry.” I was almost ready to fall to my knees and start begging for her forgiveness. She never bothered to move, or even look at me. She just kept looking out the window to avoid my gaze, her arms were wrapped tight around her body. “I’m not leaving until you forgive me.” “Fine.” She groaned, sending me a threatening stare before laying down on her side of the bed. “You’ll be here for a while then.” A whole hour went by without her saying a single word to me. I looked over at her periodically but she had her body turned away so I couldn’t tell if she was sleeping or not. The silence was starting to kill me so I slid up the bed, laid down and wrapped my hand around her stomach. She twitched, but never pushed me away. I guess it was a start.

“I hope you know I would never go back to him.” She finally spoke, causing me to sigh in relief. “If you even heard half of our conversation you’d know we were going back to being friends. Noah, I love you and want to be with you for the rest of my life, not him. Can’t you trust me?”

“I trust you, Ellie, I do.” I trailed off, losing my thoughts as I drew circles on her bare shoulder. “Sometimes I just get scared that I’m gonna lose you again.”

“Then don’t put me in a position where it could happen.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I replied as I planted soft kisses on the back of her neck. “Please turn around.”

She sighed, slowly turning to face me. I felt a sad expression come over my face as I saw her smeared mascara and puffy eyes, knowing it was because of me. I leaned over and kissed her cheek before I went into the bathroom, assuring her I’d be right now. I searched in one of our many boxes for a facecloth, after I found one I ran it under the tap before heading back into the bedroom.

“Can you sit up for me?”

She must nods as I knelt down on the floor in front of her. I slowly rubbed her makeup off of her face as she followed my every move, almost causing me to feel weak.

“I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t help but smirk, this girls heart was too big for her own good, “for what?” 

“This whole mess. I should’ve never - ”

I tossed the facecloth onto her bedside table and brought my attention back to her. “Ellie it’s okay.  What’s done is done. All that matters is that you’re here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

Ellie leaned down as small smile appeared on her face. She gently cupped my face in her hands and I could feel her breath on me as I anticipated her next move. Her lips met mine and a deep moan left me as the kiss deepened. Her hands found their home in my hair, causing a jolt of electricity to run up and down my spine. I completely melted under her touch, feeling captive to whatever she wanted to do to me. 

“Come back up here.”

I just nodded as Ellie captured my mouth again, pulling me right on top of her. In that moment, everything faded away. I forgot about all my friends downstairs, I couldn’t hear the music anymore, all I could focus on was her. I could feel her heartbeat against mine as we pulled away, the sounds of us desperate for air echoed in the room.

“What are you thinking about?” I whispered into her ear, making goosebumps appear on her neck. 

“Just…” she breathed out, hardly audible.

“Just what, baby?” I asked, slowly bringing my lips back to her mouth, “use your words.”

Her free hand snaked between us and grabbed my hardening dick, “I need you.”

My breath hitched, causing me to became speechless. I sat up between her hips and removed her jeans, exposing her purple lacy thong. I swallowed deeply, moving them to side and sliding my fingers right inside of her with no warning. She was completely throbbing and already drenching my fingers the longer I had them inside her. She looked so fucking pretty coming undone under my touch. 

“Fuck baby you’re so… so fucking pretty.” I teased, bringing my tongue down towards her clit. I could hear her whimpering over the sounds of me softly sucking on her. I sheepishly smirked as I stopped completely, causing her to stare at me with pleading eyes. “Tell me how bad you want it.” “I’m getting off this bed if you don’t fuck me right now.”

I just shook my head as I freed myself from my boxers. My dick was already twitching as I lined myself up to her. I slid into her so effortlessly, making me recite every curse word in existence. Ellie cried out as we finally could feel each other as my hips rocked back and forth. 

“Fuck you feel so good wrapped around my cock baby.” I groaned deeply as sweat began to form down my back, “tell me how good it feels.”

“So… so fucking good.” She breathed out, almost squirming out of my touch, giving me the signal she was getting close again. 

“Do you wanna cum this time?” I asked, leaning down to take her begging mouth into mine. She sloppily kissed me back, hardly able to keep herself focused. 

“Y-yes”

“Use your manners” I replied almost taunting her. I drove my thumb into her mouth, opening it enough for me to spit the taste of her onto her own tongue. Something about making her taste what I can sent me over the edge.  

“Please Noah.”

I wrapped my hand around her throat, as I drove deeper and faster into her. My eyes were tightly shut as I savoured every moment I was inside her. Ellie reached up and grabbed my arm, digging her nails into my arm as she rode off the high of her own orgasm. Neither of us not holding our voices back, not caring who hear us. She was my girl and I wanted the world to know.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.” 

Not good enough, “say it again.”

“Noah, I’m yours.”

“That’s right baby, you’re my girl.” I replied through gritted teeth as I spilled into her. Ellie let out a chorus of stifling sighs as my head fell into her shoulder. We both breathed heavily, hearing the sounds of the party downstairs as it brought us back to reality. 

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.” Ellie said, breaking the silence.

“Let’s get you ready for the bed then.” I replied, kissing her forehead. I went into the bathroom and started the shower for her, getting the water temperature to where she liked it.

“Thank you.” She replied as she stepped into the shower. I smirked, kissing her before I shut the shower door, “I’ll be here when you get out.” While she was in the shower, I threw a towel into the warmer and put one of my shirts with a clean pair of underwear on the counter for her. I quickly made the bed with new sheets and filled her water bottle for her with some Advil incase her drinks were starting to hit her.

“Feel better?”

“Much” she mused as she crawled back into bed. My stomach filled with butterflies as the scent of her vanilla body wash hit my nose. She instantly put her head on my chest as we laid there in comfortable silence. My hand ran up and down her exposed leg as I counted the freckles on her skin. “Hey.” I whispered, not trying to startle her.

“What?” 

“We bought a house together.” I replied, kissing the top of her head. “Now you really can’t get rid of me.”

“That was my plan.” I mused, holding her tighter to me.  “Goodnight, Ellie.”

[adenei]

Half of My Heart

Part 2/follow-up/who knows, but a one-shot all on its own that can TOTALLY stand alone to Sparks Fly

For @cruelsummer-ficfest microfic mayhem

Song: Half of My Heart Ship: Romione WC: 751

Read on AO3

February 1995

Then you come on crashing in

Like the realest thing

Tried my best to understand

All that your love can bring

“Ron, will you hold on, please!” Hermione calls as he stalks down the corridor, ignoring her. “I told you there must be some misunderstanding!

He turns toward her and scoffs. “Misunderstanding. Right. So, I should assume that Harry choosing me as his ‘person he’d miss the most’ is also a misunderstanding?”

Not bothering to wait for an answer, he keeps moving, ducking into the first open doorway they come across. Unfazed, Hermione follows him in.

“I don’t want to be the person he misses most. Don’t you get that?” She hisses. Her voice echoes throughout the space and she realizes they’re in the boys’ bathroom. She should leave. She doesn’t belong there, but she doesn’t.

“He’s certainly not the person I’d miss the most.”

Cornered, Ron turns, eyeing the door behind her. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about! Stop pretending like you don’t know. It’s obvious you fancy him. You were practically sitting in his lap after the task!”

Heat rises in her cheeks. “I was not, Ronald! My backside was firmly planted on the dock and I kept having to slide away every time he’d lean in closer. You’re just seeing what you want.” 

Hermione shudders. Why won’t he believe her? Is it his way of trying to forget their conversation and near-kiss after the Yule Ball? Does he not fancy her, after all? Was it all out of pity? Or was it guilt? Her heart sinks at the possibility. How can he be so nonchalant about everything when her mind has been constantly spinning?

“Well, still,” Ron blubbers. “Clearly, something’s going on between the two of you, so maybe you should go—”

“No. I’ve made myself perfectly clear. I am not interested in him. And I’m rather perturbed that we’re having this discussion again.” 

Hermione doesn’t know where the brazenness is coming from, but she refuses to back down. Not after Ron refuses to acknowledge what’s between them.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t keep getting caught with him.”

“Getting caught with—you can’t be serious!”

Ron simply shrugs and attempts to brush past her, leaving her alone. But she doesn’t let him. This time, she’s the one to grab his arm to prevent him from leaving.

“Perhaps it would help if I told you who I’d miss the most. Maybe that would change your mind over whatever this is.”

“I doubt it,” he grumbles, but makes no further effort to move.

They stare at each other, neither moving until Hermione’s gaze drifts down and settles on Ron’s mouth. Does she dare?

All she’s been able to think about for the past two months are the way Ron’s lips felt against hers. She’s dreamt about how a true kiss from him might feel more times than she can count. And now, even though they’re arguing again, she can’t resist the urge to find out. He made the first move last time. Now, it’s her turn.

With one step forward, she leans up on her toes, arms reaching up as her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head down so his lips crash into hers. They’re soft, yet firm. Somehow, he still tastes of chocolate and bacon even though they’ve been floating at the bottom of the lake for hours. 

For a split second, she regrets everything because he doesn’t move. But something must snap inside of his brain; the next thing she knows, his hands settle on her waist. Hermione presses her lips into his, making her intentions clear and he responds in kind. Before she can allow herself to be swept away, though, Hermione pulls back, resolving that if he wants her, he can make the next move.

But even as she pulls away, she pauses. Their foreheads still touch when she whispers, “It’s you. You’re the one I’d miss the most.”

And then, in the blink of an eye, she pulls away and heads for the door without looking back. Though she knows it’s far-fetched to believe he’ll run after her, she still hopes that maybe she won’t have to wait months to kiss him again.

Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation

Half of my heart takes time

Half of my heart's got the right mind to tell you

That I can't keep loving you

With half of my heart

[andnowanowl]

Something that's been bothering me since the morning my ex sprung his accusations of abuse on me is that when I went outside that day, I noticed something odd about the garden. There were three bottles tucked under one of my lantana plants, a diet coke bottle and two water bottles. I found this weird because that morning had been garbage and recyling day. I had been out the night before and they certainly weren't there then. I tried to keep trash out of my garden.

I had been up with insomnia worrying over my ex's sister, who had supposedly gone to the hospital that night. My ex had been late coming home that evening and I began to grow worried. He is a teacher and with that comes my worrying his school had a shooting incident. Finally he texted and said he had been with his mother helping her get groceries. This wasn't the first such incident where he left me worrying that he had been gunned down in his classroom, so I snapped. I texted him whether he even gave a shit about spending time with me anymore, to which he responded (like an hour later), that his sister was in the hospital and that he was with her.

I immediately felt extremely guilty and apologized, asking him for updates. He told me to get some sleep, but I had been struggling with insomnia for months and with how guilty/worried I felt, I knew I would not get any.

During that night, I once threw my phone in anger because of how stupid I felt. That startled the cats napping in the room, who I apologized to and immediately felt bad for scaring. I also made an aborted kick to the garbage can because I was still angry with myself for daring to be selfish, then told myself I was being stupid for trying to kick it. I needed to open something in the bathroom with a knife at one point and grabbed it from the kitchen. I also drank a thimbleful of amaretto I was hoping to cook with at some point because I was worried the sister was going to die. I don't really drink and didn't want to be drunk, just kind of wanted that warm feeling in your stomach alcohol gives you.

What does this have to do with the bottles in the front garden, you may ask? Well, there was a window next to the door whose blinds we kept half open for the cats. A long, tall window that reached to about half a foot off the floor. The only logical conclusion I can come up with is that those bottles got there because these two absolute psychos (my ex and his mother) were sitting in the garden watching me through that window. All of those actions I had just described were visible through the window.

I did go outside to pull in the bins in the morning, and I honestly can't recall if the bottles were there. I was pretty sleep-deprived. But it was light out after I did, so I would have seen a passerby walk up and stick the bottles there. I saw my ex and his mother arrive in the driveway that morning; they had nothing in their hands. My dad and his friend certainly didn't put them there because they hate litterers. That leaves only one possibility, right?

Another odd thing I noticed that morning was that after I brought the bins in, I noticed a cop car creep past the house a couple times. I didn't pay it much mind at the time since I occasionally saw them in the neighborhood but did find it kind of weird that it came back around for a second pass. Had they called it for intimidation tactics (didn't work, lol)...or had a neighbor, spotting some people crouching in the garden, called the cops and the cops were late to the scene?

And when my ex and his mother were in the house trying to remove the cats, they took the knives and my razor. My previous razor had mysteriously vanished the past week, so I had opened a new one. I wasn't suicidal (though they claimed as such to my dad), so them taking the knives and my razor was another layer of mindfuckery.

My ex drinks diet Coke, by the way.

I know this shit sounds paranoid and crazy, but it's the only thing that makes sense. 😵‍💫

[spnhunter4life]

End Up Here Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: Emily's friends ambush her at work, looking for details about Dean.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Once again picking up right where we left off last chapter. I had to take a break from all the 'get to know you' dialogue with Dean, so we're spending a little bit of time with the horses and the friend group instead! I really like how this one turned out, so I hope you guys like it too!

Sidenote: Enjoy the Friends gif, because I seriously could not find just a simple gif of a group of girls talking. I wish I was kidding when I say I spent a good hour looking for something similar to this but not from a famous TV show before giving in and just using it.

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I pulled into the parking lot of Freedom Reins and grabbed the key to unlock the tack shed. I put out a pair of cross ties, grabbed Penny’s halter off its hook and then headed out to the pasture to catch her. The pasture she was in held five horses, each of them a different color. As the lone sorrel, she was easy to pick out even from a distance.

I was pretty confident I could get through my whole list today, but my plan was to knock out tasks in order of importance, just in case I didn’t have time for it all. Her being scared of the tree we planted in an attempt to give the arena a little more shade was my biggest and most immediate concern, so I decided to work with her first. Everything else still needed to be done, but I could function just fine for a few more days with things as they were if I ran out of time. I couldn’t, however, keep making Penny’s riders only use half of the arena.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I said to her when I got close. She didn’t even bother looking up from where she was contentedly pulling up mouthfuls of grass.

I put her halter on and led her to the arena. I stayed on the outside of the arena, walking her directly over to the tree. She needed to get up close and check it out so she could realize it wasn’t dangerous. 

She perked up when the tree came into view and when we were within a few steps of it, she froze in her tracks, head up and ears alert. I gave her a few seconds to look at it and then coaxed her a couple more steps forward. She stepped side to side and snorted nervously. I talked to her in a soothing voice, but didn’t let her back away, waiting for her to stop reacting and to start thinking.

After a minute she started to cautiously stretch out her nose in an attempt to smell it without getting closer. 

“That’s a good girl,” I told her. “It’s not going to hurt you. Come look at it.”

I gave her a little time to make the choice herself, but when it seemed like she wasn’t going to come any closer, I gave a little pull on the leadrope. She planted her feet, but otherwise didn’t fight me.

“Come on, girl,” I said and clicked to her a couple times. 

She let out a big sigh and I knew I had her. She cautiously took the last couple steps forward, flinching – but not retreating – when I reached a hand out to pet her.

“Good girl!” I praised her. She sniffed at the tree and I watched her visibly relax when she realized what it was. I stayed there for a few minutes, petting on her and letting her graze around the tree to really solidify her understanding that it wasn’t scary.

I walked her back and forth directly in front of it a few times and then did a lap around the whole outside of the arena, making sure she’d still be ok with it after walking away and coming back. She didn’t react at all.

I took her into the arena next, to let her see it from a new angle. I kept her walking right on the fenceline. She paid attention when she saw the tree coming up, but I didn’t detect any signs of unease in her. We passed the tree with no reaction, so I finished my lap and then turned and walked her in the other direction. Still no reaction. Good.

I put her in the cross ties, figuring I might as well brush her and pick her feet while I had her up. 

I gave her a treat and then took her back to her pasture, switching her halter out for Domino’s and grabbing him next. As his name suggested, he was a black and white paint horse. We didn’t know for sure, but we suspected him of being a draft cross. He wasn’t overly tall, but he was stocky.

“Alright big guy, let’s see what’s going on here,” I said to him once I had him up in the cross ties and had finished grooming him. 

I grabbed his saddle out of the tack shed and set it on him. I was far from an expert in saddle fitting, but I knew enough to get by. I thought it still fit him nicely, but he had put on a little weight, so switching out his thick saddle pad for a thin blanket would probably make a difference. I took the saddle off, grabbed a blanket from the shed, and then saddled him up all the way, watching closely for any signs of discomfort. He seemed perfectly fine. 

Well then, either switching blankets was all that was needed, or I’d imagined him being sore in the first place – a possibility when I had so much going on. All he’d really done was turn his nose in my direction and stomp his foot. It’s possible it had even just been him being annoyed by a fly, but at the time class was starting and I didn’t have time to investigate further. Either way, it was definitely a necessary change.

I put him away and then checked the time. Almost 11:30. I figured I could work on desensitizing Finn for a while. He’d been around for eight months now, so it was long past time for him to be worked with on wheelchairs. The only reason I’d put it off so long is because we had so few riders that used them, it was easy enough to choose any of our other 15 horses for the job. If he was going to be at this center though, it’s really something he should learn.

I spent about 45 minutes working with him and was happy with the progress I’d made. He didn’t have any problems walking next to the moving wheelchair or having it be moved all around him. I still needed to work with him on riders getting on from the wheelchair, but I needed more people around to help me with that and he’d done enough for the day anyway. It was best to stop on a good note, give him a break, and come back to it another day.

I unlocked the office and went inside for lunch. I heated up one of the frozen dinners that I kept here for days like this and sat down at my desk. I decided to work on the rider files from yesterday while I ate. Every rider’s file had to be updated after every class. Notes had to be made on what we worked on that day, how they did, any improvements they made or issues they had. 

Sometimes our riders had difficulty comprehending what we were asking of them or lacked the physical ability to do things a certain way. Keeping a record of what works for them and what doesn’t was also important.

I was still eating and working on these when the door opened and three of my companions from last night walked in. I looked up into the smug, expectant faces of Rose, Lauren, and Natalie.

“What’s up?” I asked. I had no idea what this could possibly be about. I hadn’t expected them to be here today.

“Oh, you know. Just thought we’d come see how you’re doing,” Natalie said in an innocent tone.

“Uh huh,” I said flatly. “Out with it. What are you really doing here?”

“What? We can’t just stop by and see if you need help with anything? You did have quite the list last night,” Lauren said. 

They were all willing to help me out with things if I asked, but they wouldn’t just volunteer their help. It was my job after all, not theirs. And I hadn’t asked. 

“Nope. Try again.”

“How was your walk home last night?” Rose asked.

Okay. Now I saw where this was going. Obviously they’d seen me leave with Dean. But if she was going to hint around it instead of outright asking what she really wanted to know, then I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.

“It was fine. It was really nice out. Made it to your place just fine.”

“Yeah. And I bet the rest of your night was better than fine,” Natalie prodded with a proud gleam in her eye. Rose and Lauren snickered.

“I got home and I went to sleep. Nothing exciting,” I told her truthfully, although they clearly didn’t believe me.

“Oh please! Stop trying to deny it. We all saw you leave with tall, dark and handsome. And Jackie saw you with him this morning at Ricky’s,” Rose informed me.

Well that’s just great. Jackie was our program director, and I loved her dearly – I loved all the girls I worked with – but she could be such a gossip.

“Ok, well first of all, Jackie needs to stop spreading my personal business around to everyone on staff. Second, just because she saw me with a guy, that doesn’t mean it was the guy from the bar. And I’m not denying that I left with him. But he walked me to my car and that was the end of it.”

“Then why were you out with him this morning?” Lauren asked, clearly thinking she’d proved her point.

“Once again, you don’t have any reason to think it was him,” I argued.

“But I don’t actually hear you denying it,” Rose pointed out. “So it was him, wasn’t it?”

I sighed and pushed my food out of the way. I’d probably have to reheat it at this point.

“Yeah, it was him. So what?”

“So?” Lauren asked incredulously. “So, tell us everything! How was he?”

I was getting very frustrated with this line of questioning. Couldn’t they just believe me when I said I didn’t sleep with the guy? They knew that wasn’t really my style anyway, so why were they so set on that being the official story?

“If you mean how was he in bed, then I don’t know. He walked me to my car because he said he didn’t like the idea of me walking alone. He asked me to meet him for breakfast this morning, and then I went home. Alone. If you mean how was he as a conversational partner, then he was great. Good listener, but doesn’t just sit there and make you carry the conversation either.”

“You really didn’t sleep with him?” Nat asked.

“No! That’s what I’m trying to tell you! You know I don’t do one night stands. What makes you think this was any different?”

“I don’t know. We just figured since you left with him…” Nat trailed off.

“And let’s be real, he’s insanely good looking. If there was ever a guy to make an exception for, it would be him,” Lauren added.

“Ok. So, let me ask you this,” Rose said. “If you didn’t hook up with him, then what exactly are you expecting out of this?”

This was her serious voice. Her ‘let’s be reasonable and talk about it’ voice. I don’t know why she was going into mom friend mode.

“I’m not expecting anything. Maybe hoping,” I admitted.

“Emily, listen. Guys like that… they don’t settle for girls like you,” Rose said in a sympathetic voice.

“Girls like me? What’s that mean? That he’s out of my league?” I was immediately defensive and hurt that my longtime friend would say something so mean. Not that it wasn’t true. But wasn’t this the part where my friends were supposed to build me up? To tell me it was his loss if he wasn’t interested?

“Honestly? Yes.” Seeing my hurt expression, she hurried to continue. “But he’s out of all of our leagues. Guys like that are out of the league of everyone. Except supermodels. I’m just trying to be realistic here.”

“So it’s plausible for him to want to sleep with me, but not anything else?”

“You know this is supposed to be an insult to him, not you, right?” Nat asked. “We’re not saying you’re not beautiful and a really great person. But have you ever known a guy that looks as good as him to be interested in anything more than sex? They know how they look. They know they can have any girl they want. And they take advantage of that. Why settle down when you can be with a different girl every night?”

I was still feeling extremely hurt, but at least I could see where they were coming from now. I’d get over it when I had space and time to calm down. And I couldn’t deny the petty smugness I felt at being able to contradict all the expectations they apparently had of Dean.

“Thanks for the concern,” I told them. “But it’s really unnecessary. Dean’s a great guy. He’s not at all like what you’re saying.”

“Oh, it’s Dean, is it?” Rose smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. I smiled a little at her teasing, happy to move on from the tense moment.

“It’s not that we don’t want to believe you. We just don’t want you to get your hopes up thinking you’ve met this great guy and then it turns out he was just using you. You know we can’t stand seeing you hurt,” Lauren said.

“And I appreciate you looking out for me. But this isn’t him playing me. Did you not notice him turn down like four different women last night?” I asked. They all shook their heads. “Well he did. And he never once made any sort of move on me. He was a perfect gentleman. Does that sound like something he would do if he had ulterior motives? I mean, why even bother? Like I said, he had options. He didn’t have to hang around the one girl in the bar who wasn’t going to sleep with him.”

“I guess so,” Nat said, not sounding entirely convinced but wanting to trust me.

“Well if he is as great as you say, you’d better lock him down fast. Before he gets to know you and runs away screaming,” Rose smirked.

“Shut up,” I laughed, throwing my pen at her.

“I’m just saying,” she continued, laughing with me. She bent down to pick up my pen and handed it back to me. “A guy who looks like that and who is apparently a great guy? It’s a wonder he’s still single.”

“Yeah… He said he moves around a lot. That could have something to do with it,” I told them.

“Well tell us all about him!” Natalie encouraged. “I want to know what’s so great about him! And I want to be able to like him as much as you do.”

Rose snorted.

“I don’t think Emily wants you liking him as much as she does,” she said. I smirked.

“No, not really. Don’t get me wrong. I want you guys to like him. But if it comes down to it, I will absolutely fight you for him,” I said in the most serious tone I could manage. It only took a few seconds for me to break and for all of us to burst into laughter.

Once we’d all calmed down, Lauren picked the conversation back up.

“Seriously though, it sounds like you really like this guy. Normally you wouldn’t even think about making a joke like that. Especially for a guy you just met. So there must be some truth to it.”

I smiled and thought back on the couple hours I’d spent with Dean. I was already extremely interested in the man. And the thought of him deciding he didn’t like me after all and moving on to someone else made my stomach twist. 

“I like him a lot,” I said to them.

“Ooh!” The three of them cheered together in a drawn out way, like we were middle school girls talking about crushes at a slumber party.

“You really need to tell us everything, then!” Nat said again.

We talked for a while. They grilled me for all the details on Dean and I asked them how the rest of their night went. Once they left, I took my now cold food back to the microwave. I finished eating and doing all the files, then headed back outside to clean the automatic waterers. We had three of them. One by one, I shut them off, drained the water, and scrubbed them clean.

I had more of the day left than I anticipated when I finished, so I decided to spend some time riding a couple horses. It never hurt to put an experienced rider on them for a refresher. I rode them through our trail pattern a couple of times before heading back to the outside edge of the arena. We worked on starts and stops and staying on the rail instead of straying towards the inside and cutting corners the way a lot of the horses were liable to do if no one corrected them.

Once I was done riding, I put away the cross ties, locked up the tack room, and then got the hose out to water down the arena. We usually relied on rain to keep the dust in check, but it had been a while since we’d had any so I needed to take care of it manually.

Once I’d covered the whole arena in a light layer of water – I didn’t want to get it too wet or we’d be riding in mud on Monday – I headed home to snuggle with Ziggy and enjoy the rest of my weekend.

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[the-firebird69]

We were told not to make Harley-Davidson motorcycles and we cannot listen to that kind of demand and we begin to make our own Bikes and it was not well liked by the max and we did it at only a few locations as and they came by several times to tell us not to continue to make the bike. And they were coming by in groups of around 500 Harleys saying not to they drive by the factory on the road as you know it's only 50 ft away and then say don't make us come back and stuff like that so we went ahead and kept making the bike it sets me to close the road off and we heard these noises and look out there and they're trying to remove the barriers and with explosives so we thought wow what what a bunch of assholes. And our son is correct we don't put up with it it is not what you see here cuz he's surrounded by millions of you. Answer out there as they were out there trying to blow up the barrier we had a helicopter flying over and they weren't stopping so we sent out a drone and they look pretty fierce in there half the size of the chopper as we said so the sister you'll be fire upon. And we said no thanks and they're trying to set another charge the drone open fired and got rid of about 700 idiots in their bikes and all on fire and we heard back on the radio they said that was nice and they said we're going to send more so they come down the road there around 20 mi away and we pulled a few off yeah 15 mi away I told him to turn around they refused and they're fired upon. Put a thousands of them bikers died and they couldn't do it like 10 times finally 11th time it's for the bikers and they approach to the proof it was a 20,000

And this happens at a Harley-Davidson plant that we reopened and it's still open and the empire stopped to bothering us and we shift the motorcycles out and they try to buy them all. They say they're using it for motivation and we grabbed the ones trying to take the bikes and we go after their buddies and we use it for Intel and the hour producing Harley-Davidsons we take over the factories and then too good for many other things so there are several of these plants in our areas and we're producing a bunch but not that many there's so many orders out there it's not even right so we're sending them to where they used to go from there and there's a fight with the max they're figuring out the code, that is the people are picking out with the max are saying all over the place and going after them and taking them and taking their bikes and the warlock are getting clobbered and people are taking them both down they're both huge assholes they really are they don't care about their acts and what they say kids religious idiot kids and they're getting beaten to hell pretty bad right now we're opening up three more how did Davidson factories Trump is saying I know where they are and dumb stuff like that right now we own probably only 15% of the company by factory and that's really what it is. That's after acquiring these three factories we have several more to go it's still going to be about 25% but today is production we would be about 50% of the company at 25% of the factories cuz they're not making them that many and we'll see how it goes we might just add factories cuz you're a pain in the ass and yeah we have a little battle with him and we'll see they just got toasted they tried riding the older bikes and we grabbed a few and pulled them off and we're forced to hit the others now there's a huge number of them wanting to go out there we noted we were shying away from it and we should not and we are going to do this and pull them in. We are entertaining making the changes but that will highlight who and where we are right away we might make a new motor for sale and we have to sell it as Harley-Davidson and not really and s&s motors is still building and they're still pretty big. So we're going to have to open it up his factory and we'll begin motor production and we'll be able to produce more Harley-Davidsons later

We're going to do this and by the way we're watching you try and make these Vaydor cars and you're terrible and weeklings. And we hear you being laughed at and he's said he tried to push you along and you don't seem to be doing it even the Chrysler guy said it's done real bad he couldn't see stuff it was terrible. There's a bunch of people who went by and looked like Max laughing at him and the max are coming by too he was horrified but there are three manufacturers and they're warlock and they're trying to build them and they have the footage in the film they sent it to a bunch of people and it's out now and it went to a foreigners and they're going to try and do it for information. He says he has to get big cuz he's going to get out of here and she's huge

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues

You taught me this egotarian stuff so he's paying for it

Mop

[beelzlikes]

Well. It's Halloween.

I was thinking of going to see the Five Nights at Freddy's movie because people seem to like it and I am not invested in the FNaF series at all so I don't have much to "lose". But I also just... don't care.

Like... I don't like watching movies and shows by myself. I want to be able to talk to someone about it. An experience isn't worthwhile if it can't be shared. No one wants to hang out with me, even if it's just sitting silently watching a movie for two hours.

The number of anime I wanted to watch with friends is incalculable. I wanted to watch Chainsaw Man WITH you guys. Not just binge and "catch up" so I know how to engage in conversation about the show... I wanted to hear about your favorite parts and see you get excited about a scene that's coming up or we pause the episode to order a pizza and you gush about what just happened.

But no. You wouldn't watch it with me, even when I asked you to. You were too busy, had other more important things to do, besides you've seen it already why watch it again after all?

I WANTED to play Flesh and Blood with you guys. I was researching the rules and paying attention to how you played and asked clarifying questions. But then you never wanted to play. All of a sudden - even though you were so excited to teach me - now you can't be bothered, or even bring it up anymore. I guess you thought I didn't care enough so you gave up asking but... I NEEDED you to ask. I NEED to be invited or else I am blatantly and objectively unwelcome.

I just wanted you guys to come over. I wanted to show off my house. I kept it clean and I did the yard work and I planted flowers to make it look nice. But nobody wanted to come. Nobody wanted to drive an hour and a half to my place, even though I was making that same drive to them EVERY Friday and I never once complained about it. Gods, it was like pulling teeth getting you all to come to my birthday party, and then you cock blocked me and left with all the guests so everyone had only been there for like two hours when you all got up and said "we're leaving now" and took everyone with you. I fucking cried myself to sleep that because I had convinced myself everyone was having a good time, but in retrospect I could see how they were all miserable to be there... And Nich cock blocking me and was only right cause I was flirting with a straight guy, so I guess he was only "looking out for me" by keeping the two of us on opposite sides of the room the entire night.

Looking back on all those interactions... YEARS of DnD. What was it for? What did it mean? Was it worth ANYTHING to you? I'd go and some nights it felt like I was the only one who wanted to play. Which made me think everyone else was just doing it to be nice to me, they'd all rather watch a movie or go out and do something, but they were forced to play DnD because that's what they thought I wanted. But I honestly just wanted some friends. And to see you all SO bored sometimes it just sucked the fun out it. I... gave up trying to be clever, I gave up acting in character, I gave up coming to each session prepared with a plan for what I was going to do next because it didn't matter anyway, none of those plans ever worked out the way I wanted so it was just a waste of mental effort to think about.

And THEN everyone shipping my character with the NPC Bishop?? "Ooh you two are so cute together, you're made for each other, what a romantic tale of star crossed lovers." NO! NO NO NO! I am NOT going to sit at a table and FLIRT with my ex boyfriend vicariously through NPCs. I refuse and I told Nich as much, "Don't encourage the boyfriends thing between my character and the NPC because it makes me uncomfortable."

They don't care. They don't care now, they didn't care then. They're glad I'm out of their lives so they can actually hang out with people they like and who will be honest with them. My other friends are getting married and have an entire family to look after, so they're never going to invite me over for a movie night anymore because they have kids and jobs and responsibilities that I simply can't relate to.

Cause I'm a ghost. I'm not actually here. I never was. I've been dead for years, I'm just haunting the living.

[wisterialilies]

Mistletoe

Pairing: Rengoku Kyōjurō x Reader

Tags: Fluff, fluff, and fluff

“Brr, it’s cold.”

You bury your nose into your scarf as you mumble those words to nobody in particular, watching the snowflakes drift by past your umbrella. You’ve been standing by the gates to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters for quite some time now, waiting for Kyōjurō to finish up his meeting with the rest of his fellow Hashiras. You haven’t really kept track of exactly how long you’ve been waiting, but it’s been long enough that the tips of your ears and nose have turned numb from the cold, and your arms tired of alternating from holding the umbrella.

But none of that bothers you, for the excitement and anticipation of being able to surprise your lover with something you have in store keeps you well distracted. Just imaging his reaction brings a grin to your face, though your half-frozen cheeks don’t quite appreciate it.

When you hear the gates near you open, you immediately look to see who it is. Out steps the man you had been just thinking about, his fiery hair a stark contrast against your white, snow-covered environment.

“Kyōjurō!”

Despite being surprised to see you – and understandably so – Kyōjurō mirrors the bright smile you give him as he joins you under the umbrella.

“What are you doing here, my love?” He takes your hand in his, brows furrowing when he feels how cold it is. “You’re freezing! How long have you been standing here? Are you waiting for someone?”

Kyōjurō starts to rub his hands over yours in an attempt to warm you up as he questions you, and a sigh of relief almost escapes your lips. Although his high body heat can be quit…inconvenient during the summer, it can be so useful during the winter. After all, you can already feel some sensation coming back to your frozen fingers.

You let out a small laugh at his question, “Who else would I be waiting for, silly? Of course I was waiting for you!”

“Me? Whatever for?” He tilts his head quizzically, only to pause when his hair brushes against something that is certainly not the umbrella itself.

Oh? Seems like Kyōjurō has found your surprise already! When he looks upwards, you mimic his action. And there, in all its green glory, is a sprig of mistletoe tied to one of the umbrella’s wooden ribs. It doesn’t look as perky as it did a few hours ago, but that’s no surprise considering how many tries it took you to tie it to the umbrella. Who knew tying a plant to an umbrella could be so hard?

After a few seconds of silence pass with the two of you just staring up at the plant, Kyōjurō speaks, sounding both extremely bewildered and amused, “Yadorigi…? What is it doing there?”

You’re unable to suppress a delighted beam as you start explaining. “You see, I heard from Shinobu that the people in the West use this plant for one of their winter traditions. They call it ‘mistletoe’.” You internally wince at how atrocious your pronunciation is comparing to Shinobu’s. But hey, since neither you nor Kyōjurō speak any English, who cares about the pronunciation? So long as he doesn’t try to repeat it to an actual English speaker, everything’s all good. “Apparently, any couple that stands underneath it are supposed to kiss.”

“Kiss?” He blinks owlishly in surprise. Clearly that was the last thing he had been anticipating you to say.

“Mhm. A delightful tradition, isn’t it?” You shift closer to him as you say that, looking at him expectantly.

For a moment, Kyōjurō simply looks back at you with somewhat of an unreadable expression. Then he smiles, lovingly cupping your cheek as he leans in close. “Well then, if it’s tradition, then I should follow it, shouldn’t I?”

Eagerly awaiting his kiss, your eyes flutter close. Except, you feel his lips land not on your own, but on the tip of your nose instead. Your eyes snap back open in confusion and you’re met with his playful gaze.

Tilting his head ever so innocently, he asks, “Is there something wrong, my love?”

So he wants to tease you a bit, eh? Alright then – you'll be nice and humor him.

“Oh dear, I believe there is. For a demon slayer, your aim is quite awful.” With a shake of your head, you let out a mock sigh of disapproval.

Kyōjurō raises an eyebrow, looking amused by your response. “I have a poor aim, hm? In that case, I suppose I need to keep practicing until I get better.”

And with that, he leans in once more…only to end up kissing your cheek.

“Missed again.” You say as you roll your eyes, though the corner of your lips are threatening to twitch upwards into a smile.

“As they say, practice makes perfect.” He grins at you before kissing your other cheek next. Then your forehead. Then each of your temples.

You close your eyes again, deciding to be patient and enjoy every kiss from him.

He brushes his lips ever so gently against your eyelids and peppers kisses along your jawline. At one point, he even kisses the shell of your ears.

And then finally, finally his lips press against yours. The kiss starts off soft at first, but when he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest, it grows deeper, more passionate. As you let yourself fall into the kiss, the umbrella begins to slip from your grasp and tilt to the side, snow beginning to gently falling over both of you. That’s when Kyōjurō pulls away and takes the umbrella from your hand, readjusting it so it’s properly covering the two of you again. You open your eyes with a whine and try to lean in for another kiss.

He chuckles, lightly pressing a finger against your lips. “We can always continue later. If we continue to stay out here, you’ll turn to ice. Why don’t we go get some udon to warm ourselves up?”

Contrary to his concerns, your body feels quite warm from the kiss. However, his tone is firm and leaves no room for argument, so you reluctantly agree with a pout. “Fine… But you better make it up to me after we go home.”

“Of course. Whatever my love asks for, I shall deliver.”

He gives you a loving smile as he reaches out and adjusts your scarf so that it’s snug and warm around your neck. Then, unable to resist himself, he leans in and steals a kiss from you. You laugh lightly and slip your hand into his, entwining your fingers together as the two of you begin walking through the snow.

“Perhaps we should start following this tradition every year from now on.” Briefly glancing up, you watch the sprig of mistletoe sway with every step Kyōjurō takes.

And perhaps, you’ll start tying mistletoe all around the house, just like Shinobu suggested.

[doubledgesword-2]

Mural Artist Reader x Adult-trio

No one asked for these, but I felt like writing them. Please enjoy these rose teas!

llumi

The hot water was nice for your aching muscles and for loosening the paint off your skin. You had been painting a big-ish mural and decided to use spray paint to get by faster. HOWEVER, you didn’t wear gloves and under the direct sizzling sunlight beaming down on your back is a miracle that Sports kids' sunblock did the trick albeit adhering to your body like a second skin.

You were mostly done by the beginning of the evening and your boyfriend made sure of that. No matter what was your progress he told you he’d be there at 5 and he was rather clinically precise when it came to punctuality… and everything else.

Illumi took one look at you, half your arm painted in two different tones of paint, fingernails and all painted in the mixture of the tones, lines of stray paint over your thighs and the paint’s light hue mixed in with the sunblock all over your body. He had been texting Hisoka about your mural and how he had to pick you up but looking up from his phone to see you kneeling on cardboard made him sign.

You were the definition of a kindergarten child that had been unsupervised most of the day. Yet the look of pure concentration and joy coming from you while your hand moved the spray paint can: he could live with the mess as long as you looked like that.

Illumi realized you didn’t know how your whole being lighted up when you were doing what you loved. That was a secret he kept to himself.

So, an hour later he had you inside a limousine, arms and hands tucked into yourself as to not paint the leather and all of your paints and materials in the trunk. Thirty minutes passed and you were in a tub filled with bubbles all around you as you tried to help your boyfriend scrub off the paint with your fingernails.

“Stop that” he batted your hand away grabbing your arm from the water and bringing it closer to him.

His dark eyes observed the paint on your arm, and he started scrubbing away with a loofa.

“Tomorrow, I’ll get you gloves” he commented nonchalantly as he tried his best to not be harsh with the rubbing. He made a mental note to lather you in lotion after this harsh treatment.

“I have gloves I just forgot to bring them” you mumbled as you played with bubbles trying to distract yourself from his look.

“I’ll get you another pair anyways.”

“Thanks, Llumi” you gave him a smile and he nodded submerging the arm and rinsing it to begin scrubbing once more.

“You know you don’t have to help me; I don’t want to bother you”

“You’re not bothering me, it’s my job as a boyfriend and future husband to attend to you. Besides, I know you don’t like it when the butlers take care of you” he submerged the arm once more and looked into your eyes.

“I don’t understand it. But I respect it” with that he pecked your forehead and began scrubbing once more.

“Thanks, Llumi”

“I can’t believe there’s paint inside your fingernails.”

You giggled and leaned back against the tub. It was always relaxing when Illumi took his time to take care of you. You had learned after a year that he really cannot be bothered to do these things with you. The beginning of your relationship was rocky, and the lack of communication made it so, but after a while of sitting down and talking to him in a way, he could understand *cough* work-related terms *cough* he was a fast learner.

Still, the thought of having someone do things for you while being vulnerable can makes you a bit anxious.

After Illumi had scrubbed away most of the paint he left you a couple of minutes to just sit in the water and relax. He left the bathroom without making noise and told the butlers to prepare the room and a light supper. He came back with a robe and a towel in hand.

Illumi grabbed your hand after you almost face-planted the tiles and helped you get dry. You were too relaxed to function, and he noticed. His observational skills proved to be beneficial as he follows your routine step by step even if you’re nodding off in front of him while does so.

When you exited the bathroom with his arm around your waist for support, the only thing in your mind was to die on the bed as quickly as possible. Yet Illumi sat you down on your side of the bed, which had already been warmed by the butlers, and placed a tray on a small table.

“Llumi, thank you but I really want to sleep, I don’t think I can eat this” you slurred, eyes almost closed.

“Mmm then I supposed I can feed you” the spoon was past your lips before he could finish his sentence. Favorite flavors exploded in your mouth, and you realized how hungry you actually were. “Mother says eating is very important to keep the body healthy, if you’re healthy our children will be healthy” he kept feeding you and you didn’t even have time to get flushed at his comment.

In a manner of minutes, the whole meal was scarfed down, and you were ready to lay down. But Illumi dragged you to the bathroom once more and guided your hand to brush your teeth while he went to shower himself. Before disappearing behind the crystal door into the shower he told you to be careful as you made your way back to bed.

You dropped on your side of the bed and snuggled into the plush covers and pillow letting out a content sigh. As sleep claimed you, a pair of arms slithered around your frame and pulled you close to his chest. Illumi loved being big spoon because he could never get over the fact of how small you were all curled up in his arms. A need to protect you grew deeper in his heart at the sight.

“Goodnight” you mumbled instantly falling asleep, face nuzzling the pillow which one hand holding unto Illumi’s arm. Illumi waited a couple of seconds before replying.

“Goodnight” he kissed your temple and drifted off while his body remained alert in case anything happened.

Hisoka

The blazing hot sun was right on top of you while you painted away on the wall. Getting that child sports sunblock came in handy for the situation but at the same time, you felt the substance sticking your limbs together. It might also be the paint.

You had forgotten to buy gloves on your way to the mural’s spot and had to use your arm to cover sections of the paint in order to save them from getting mixed up as you spray painted the shapes. Now you sported different colors and their mixtures on your forearms, fingers, and maybe a random swipe on your cheek and forehead.

“My, my, what’s this? A little puppy playing with paint? You sure love to make a mess~” the voice came from behind you, and you turned to see your boyfriend standing in all his heeled majesty.

“Ah, Soka, is it time already? I got carried away” you scratched the back of your neck leaving some color on that area as well.

“Mmm, I can see that. It’s looking good but I believe it’s time you wrap things up” you nodded wordlessly knowing quite well how futile it is to argue with him. He wins most of the time.

You packed your things and avoided touching Hisoka, you wouldn’t dream of getting paint on his outfit. It would be hellish.

Half an hour later you still can’t remember how he got you into the tub filled with hot water, soap, and oils. Hisoka dumped the water over your head lathing the shampoo onto your hair and massaging it. His long nails gently raked your scalp making you hum in appreciation. Then the spell broke when he giggled and mischievously dumped more water on you. You coughed a little holding into the sides of the tub looking like a long-haired wet dog blinded by the hair. Your hand went to the (h/l) curtain of hair currently blocking your everything when said hand was quickly snatched. The feeling of the loofa sponge scrubbing at the stubborn paint on your skin felt a little like grating cheese.

“Soka!! I’m not a child” you chided taking your arm back hugging it against your breast, but he just chuckled taking your painted arm and raising it to your eye level

“I beg to differ, little fruit” your cheeks flushed, and you gave him a nervous smile

“I just forgot my gloves” you pouted like a child who was just proved wrong.

“Mmm, little darling it looks more like you decided to paint with your body” he licked his lips, his forever half-lidded eyes giving you a lascivious look “and as much as I would love to book a body painting session with my lovely artist, I think I’ll pass by tomorrow and bring you extra gloves” he leaned closer giving your wet hair a kiss while you still pouted and he helped you get out of the tub.

Once out of the water gravity wore down on your bones making them heavy and you tripped with your own feet trying to take the first step away from the tub. Hisoka’s eyes widened momentarily and with his lightning reflexes he caught you…but not your towel. Your naked body ended up squished against his. Color rushed to your cheeks, and you pressed your face into his pecs trying to hide the embarrassment.

“Darling” he moaned. Strong hands grabbed your shoulders squeezing hard “I’m trying hard to be understanding”

His hands lowered to your waist slightly lifting you off by a couple of inches. Hisoka’s voice whispered low in your ear “because I know you’re tired” he gave the tip of your ear a kiss and licked the outline making you go even redder

“But if you keep teasing me so freely…I’m not sure I can hold back much longer” he slowly lifted your chin to see your embarrassment in full display.

Hisoka smiled smugly, licking his lips as he dove for yours smashing against them. The kiss was ferocious and hungry, and you felt his teeth nip your lower lip to gain entrance, but he stopped himself. You were breathless by the time he separated and the two of you panted, for a second breathing each other’s air and looking dazed.

“We have…to stop ‘soka” you panted leaning against his chest. You felt the chuckle rumble under your fingertips.

“Yes,” this was one of those instances where his tone was genuine. You could see his relaxed expression in your mind, his eyes closed as he gave no one, in particular, a close lip smile. Not his usual smirk or grin just a calm and genuine smile. He felt comfortable and at ease within your presence.

Hisoka let you down but not out of his hold as he suddenly maneuvered your body to carry you out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.

“Soka!!” You yelped looping your arms around his neck as he carried you to your bed. He placed you on the edge, pecking your forehead and backing away to see your body in full display.

Hisoka had a wolfish smirk as he slowly eyed you up and down biting his lip. Instinctively you covered your chest, cheeks flushed once more as he chuckled and turned to look for clothes in your drawers. You tried to keep yourself distracted from the not so relaxing thoughts forming in your head.

Then a pair of panties landed on your lap. You looked up to see Hisoka in all his naked glory. Some bit of drool must’ve slipped from your lips at the sight. He was stunning standing before you like a carved Greek sculpture. You wanted to turn away but really couldn’t force yourself. At that moment, you considered yourself very lucky to have been able to snatch him up from everyone else. He merely smirked and went to sit beside you, yet you tried to follow him with your head, and he chuckled. His hand gently made you turn around with your back to him.

“Come now darling don’t make this cliche”

You hugged your arms sitting cross-legged on the bed while he sat with his legs at the edge of the bed and his body turned to you. Hisoka then started brushing your hair, making sure to gently untangle any knots from the bottom up. At the repeating motion of the brush going through your tresses, sleepiness started to seep into your system making your eyes droopy and bones heavy. Your head nodded forward and to the side, a couple of times, enough to make Hisoka struggle to suppress his giggles.

“You really worked hard today, didn’t you, little fruit? I’m so proud” he didn’t expect an answer, he knew you were beyond gone by now.

Hisoka placed the brush on the nearest surface and helped you get your panties on before turning off the lights. You barely registered the slurred “goodnight” and “thank you” you gave him before falling deep into slumber. The man chuckled at your antics, you looked like a tired puppy after spending a whole day playing. Hisoka pulled your body closer to his, he placed your head in the crook of his neck and kissed your temple while you nuzzled him. The truth was he gave you the pair of panties to stop himself from ravaging your body. Right now, you needed a different kind of care, and he was more than happy to accommodate. However tomorrow morning you best expect to wake up with his head between your legs. You’re not getting off so easily, after all, his good deeds have a price, but don’t worry it’s certainly one you can afford.

Chrollo

Chrollo is your biggest supporter. He’s very knowledgeable in the field per se since he *cough* steals *coughs* collects a lot of artworks from different museums. So, he left you early in the morning right where the wall was, and helped you get settled with everything you needed before leaving you with the promise, he would pick you up by 5.

Six hours later he came back with some members of the trope, who happened to be with him at the moment. Thinks, Feitan and Machi walked behind Chrollo as he made his way to the same spot, he had left you in the morning. Chrollo had to hold back his laughter when he saw you, he felt like he left you an adult and came back to a child who had spent the day playing with different markers.  You hadn’t noticed their presence, after several catcalls and people stopping by with their cars you had managed to desensitize yourself as to not feel the anxiety that came from prying eyes. You were still painting under the blazing sun of the rolling evening. Chrollo scratched his brain for an answer since he was sure he had left you a pair of gloves in the box of materials. Lo and behold, his eyes spotted the gloves beside the box and deduced that you set them away to wear but got too excited and forgot to actually put them on.

He chuckled airily and cleared his throat behind you “It’s not bad” he mentioned.

Ready to reply to the onlooker with your best bubbly impersonation you turned with a plastic smile only to see Chrollo standing closer to you and the three members behind him all waving at you. Chrollo’s hands were inside his big coat, and he offered you a smile despite his raised eyebrow at your expression. He would have to talk about it later. You gasped and waved back excitedly gingerly walking towards Chrollo, like a cat going to receive their owner.

“Is it really good? Be honest” Chrollo stroke a mocking thinking pose nose raised in the air and eyes looking to the sky not even looking at the painting.

“Mmmm” You elbowed him, and he huffed a bit, chuckling lowly.

“I think it’s good for now, let’s go home”

He helped you with your materials and you carried your box looking like an excited puppy. Chrollo was talking about buying something quick to eat since he knew you would be busted by the time they arrived at the car, but Phinks walking right next to you noticed you weren’t listening to their boss. He grunted and took the box from your hands making you gasp and look his way with widened eyes.

“Phinks, don’t it’s o- “

“Oi, you’re close to falling face-first on the ground. Plus, the boss is talking about getting your favorite for dinner” You felt embarrassed and Machi came to your side putting her arm around your shoulder

“Be nicer, idiot, she’s tired. Danchou, how about we get the car and you two can wait here.” Chrollo knew the trope was familiar with you and therefore kind of protective too. They all saw you as their little sister and even if some acted annoyed at you, it was merely a mask”

Chrollo hummed in response “Perhaps it would be for the best” You sat on the empty sidewalk as the trio passed by, Feitan ruffling your hair as he passed. You chuckled but tiredness was getting to you already and the motion made you fall to the side unto Chrollo’s leg. He smiled at your dopey expression looking upwards to meet his eyes. You did look like a puppy.

He sat down with you on the sidewalk, and you leaned against his shoulder. Within minutes you nodded off his shoulder and Chrollo had to hold your head so you would meet the floor. The car came over and he led you inside on the back as Phinks drove, Feitan rode shotgun as they both had a discussion about the radio and Machi was in the back with the two of you. Chrollo held your head on his shoulder the entire ride.

You opened your eyes and went to swipe your face making water drip down your eyes and cheeks.

“Welcome back, love” Chrollo was in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up as he gently scrubbed your arms. His hair was down without the white bandana covering the Peter’s cross tattoo on his forehead. He smiled while scrubbing your skin.

“I’m sorry, how long was I gone” your words slurred a bit as you spoke to them.

“Not long, maybe half an hour? It doesn’t matter, dear, you were tired after spending the whole day in the sun” he countered, and you felt your heart swell while you watched him with interest.

“I’m very lucky” you smiled at him, and he simply chuckled.

“Darling, this is normal. Pampering the one you love is in the description and you should’ve never settled for anything less than this”

“Are you discreetly saying that all of my exes are horrible, and you are the best that has ever happened to me?” Chrollo kissed your forehead as he rose from the stool.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, love” He went to the bathroom’s cupboard and pulled fresh towels with a robe, and came back to the stool placing the towels on the toilet seat.

Chrollo grabbed your hair gently and started washing it, making sure to cover your eyes while he rinsed it. He conditioned it and brushed through it delicately then rinsed it once more. Then he washed your shoulders and neck, dragging the loofa across your collarbone and the top of your breasts. Suddenly, his lips were on your shoulder as he kissed his way to behind your ear.

“I think the ones that came before me” he whispered in your ear “Never knew how to treat you right” then kissed it and kissed your temple as he pulled away.

You were flushed and there weren’t enough bubbles to cover your reddening chest and cheeks. Chrollo smiled and gave you the loofa for you to finish the rest. You nodded wordlessly not trusting your voice and he kissed your head and left the bathroom.

You finished washing and decided to soak up a bit, letting the warm water and oils destress you and loosen your tight muscles. Chrollo definitely knew how to draw a bath and a couple of minutes later Chrollo knocked on the door and you realized you had fallen asleep. Alert by the knocking you stood feeling all your muscles weighted down but relaxed. You dried yourself, slipped into a robe, put your hair in the second towel, and exited the bathroom to meet Chollo in casual clothes fresh out of the shower from the second bathroom. He was lighting some candles when you stepped into the room.

“What’s the occasion? I’m starting to think I’ve forgotten a special date” he chuckled and met you, grabbing your forearms and pulling you close to kiss your forehead.

“Can’t I pamper the one I love just because?” He guided you towards the bed where your favorite food and aperitifs were on a tray.

The two of you dined and talked, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. The ambiance was relaxing and after you had finished dinner you laid down still talking to Chrollo until you nuzzled a nearby pillow and Chrollo realized you were on the verge of sleep. He picked everything and set it on the nearest surface, then woke you up to brush your teeth while he snuffs the candles out except one beside the bed. When you returned Chrollo grabbed your hand leading you to the edge of the bed once more and gently brushed your hair, you yawned, head going backward with the motion of the brushes.

“Just a little bit more, darling”

Once he finished, he placed the brush on the nightstand and pulled you deeper into the bed making you lay on him while he rested against a pillow on the bed frame. Chrollo laid a hand on your waist, laying your head on his chest. His other hand held a book and he pecked your temple while you rested.

“Goodnight” you mumbled “Thank you, everything was delightful”

“Goodnight, love” he chuckled and started reading his book from the page he had left it.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

One Wall Over: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you’re new in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a warm welcome from your duplex buddy. 

wc: 3k

tw: nsfw, smut, annoying noises at five am, the works 

a/n: ahhhhhhhhh! I am so excited to be taking part in this collab with @suna-reversed reversed for a super sexy jjk collab! Please check out the masterlist for the collab here and the other authors! SO EXCITED TO READ THE OTHERS! (The other title I had for this work is “First of All, How Dare You” because that’s literally me every time I see my hubby Suguru, but anywho!).

Moving in was a bitch. 

For the first time ever, you have no roommates, no parents, and no pets - just you and your meager belongings moving into the little, two-story duplex a friend allowed you to sublet. As you stare out of the window facing the sparse front lawn, you wonder what your neighbor is like. They hadn’t come to welcome you to the home, but you knew they existed by the sound of the bass through your shared wall at five am every morning. 

You assume they’re male or a couple, but you’ve never gotten a chance to see them with your own two eyes.  So you kept a lookout day after day. At exactly four p.m., you would sit across from the window with a book and keep watch, the sun streaming in and illuminating your figure and crossed legs anchored on the window sill. But day after day, you wouldn’t see anything. The neighbor’s car wouldn’t even move an inch from the previous day. Everything would remain the same until the next day when you took your perch by the window. 

It isn’t until you’re out on your front lawn, slaving over the flowers you maintained for a whole month - a new record - that the sleek Range Rover drives up to the garage on your neighbor’s side of the house. At first, you don’t notice it, your eyes firmly planted on the soil at the root of your orchid tree. But then you hear a car door slam, and you look up, watching for the person who would be exiting the vehicle. 

A tall, black haired man slides out of the truck and slams the door shut, his locks tucked into a half bun and a white towel resting around his rippling shoulders. He slides his keys into his gym shorts and turns to walk into the house, barely noticing you on the front lawn in an ill-fitting t-shirt and dirty yoga pants. 

He’s halfway to his front door when you find your voice and yell out, “Hey, neighbor!” You wave your hand at him in hopes that he would return the gesture, but you’re sorely disappointed when he only looks your way with disinterest and walks into the house without speaking. You frown at the encounter, hoping that he would return a little while later and explain his lack of manners, but he doesn’t, and you retreat into the house once more. 

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“Unzzz, unzz, unzzzz…” Both eyes fly open at the sound of the bass on the other side of your bedroom wall, the sudden noise jarring you from your sleep. 

“Ugh…” Your eyes slide to the white numbers on the clock face, which politely remind you that it’s five-fifteen AM. Don’t confront him, don’t confront him. You wrap the pillow around your ears, hoping the gentle cushion would block out the sound. But for some reason, it gets even louder, and a groan escapes your lips. There were only two more hours for you to rest, but at this rate, you’d be up until it was time for you to wake and get ready for work. That just wouldn’t do. 

The grey sweatpants deposited on the floor the night before are quickly jerked on, and you pad to the front door, not caring about your appearance as you walk the length of the porch over to his front door. Inhaling, you find the will to bring your fist up and pound on the door, hoping the sound would be angrier than you actually felt. Fear ate at your nerves while you waited. A few agonizing moments later, the door is yanked open, music floods outside, and your neighbor stands before you in just a pair of black sweatpants. Nothing else. 

“What?” he gripes, sweat rolling down his forehead. As your eyes take in the full sight of him, you wonder what kind of sculpted god you had for a neighbor. You could even faintly see the v that would culminate in the bulge near the crotch area of the pants, which apparently is quite--

“Uh…” You had entirely forgotten what you had come over to his side of the house for, but as he leans on the doorframe and gives you a withering stare, you suddenly remember your complaint. “Your wall is next to my bedroom. Can you turn your music down?” You place a hand on your hip, trying to seem more inconvenienced than you actually were in that moment. 

“Yeah, sure.” He shuts the door in your face, and you trudge back over to your side of the house, hoping the music would soften. 

But for some reason, you swear he turns it up even louder. 

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“Why don’t you just call the landlord and make a noise complaint?” your friend wonders over the phone, the sound of a frying pan in the background slightly overshadowing her voice.

“But you said you didn’t have any problems with him, Mariela.” 

“Yeah, Geto was nice enough and didn’t bother me much. Not sure why he’s being such an ass now.” You hear an oh, shit on the other end, and Mariela hisses into the receiver, “Hey, y/n, I have to go; the risotto is burning. Call me back if you have any other issues, okay?” 

“Okay.” You hang up and toss your phone on your desk, trying to focus on the words in front of you but failing as the sound of the bass filters through the other side of the wall again. For the fourth day in a row, you’ve been subjected to the sound of pure noise coming through the other side. Tonight was absolutely not the night, mostly because you had a presentation that took you all night to finish, and the clamor was interrupting your prep work for the bright and early eight o’clock meeting. You feel like Squidward, subjecting yourself to the endless noises from the grunting to the bass to the sound of weights clanking back into place. 

It’s the sound of Geto’s groaning that sets you on edge the most. If it weren’t for the added noise of weights, you’d be convinced he was fucking someone. There was no way he could make so much noise and not know that he was disturbing your peace. Hadn’t he ever heard of headphones? 

You snatch up your set of earbuds on your desk, place them in your ears, and try to turn up lofi music as loud as it will go. But that doesn’t work. Even relocating to the living room didn’t seem to fare you well, and you wonder if he truly had cranked up the music higher than before just to annoy the hell out of you. Finally, you toss your earbuds down and slam your computer on your coffee table. 

You’d had enough. 

Stomping over to the front door, you fling it open and bang on Geto’s door, hoping he would answer it in a rage so you could let out your frustrations. But when the door flies open, he’s dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, this time the outline of his dick even more apparent. But you’re not focused on that. You point a finger at him and inhale to begin your tirade; sick and utterly over his shit.

“Hey! Can you fucking turn it down?” Geto stretches out a hand, and for a minute you think he’s going to grab you by the shirt, but he pulls you inside by the wrist, crushing you against his chest. “What the hell?” You push away from his sweaty chest, backing into the closed door harshly. 

“Lower your damn voice; the neighbors will hear,” he chastises, and turns away from you to grab the water bottle on the counter. The muscled man takes a long swig, then wipes his face with the towel right next to it. 

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’ve never been so disrespected in my li--” As you talk, he’s advancing on you, pushing back his long black hair back behind his ears and getting too close for comfort. Once he’s right up on you, you gulp hard, fully intimidated by his size and stature. The music suddenly stops, and you’re left in silence. 

“I’m listening,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Please, continue.” 

“I was saying…” your throat dries up. “What I meant was…” Your eyes travel from his chest to his navel, and then to the hand pressed against the doorframe.

“Uh huh…” He nods, squinting his black eyes at you. “You said you’ve ‘never been more disrespected in your’… life, right?” You don’t reply. Rather, you can’t reply. All of the words you could have ever said are now gone from your skull. “I highly doubt that, y/n.” 

“H-how…” 

“You’re Mariela’s friend. I’ve seen you quite a few times before you moved in here. Never thought I’d be living so close to you, though. Mariela’s subletting, isn’t she?” 

All of these questions. And you can’t reply to a single one because he’s practically squeezing you between the door and his rock-hard abs. Or are you pressing yourself against the door to get away from the heat emitting from his body - oh, fuck; you don’t know. 

“But I had to get your attention somehow.” The admission startles you so bad that you accidentally knock the back of your head against the door, touching the point of contact in pain and hissing slightly. Geto hums at your blunder, then pushes off of the wall to turn away from you. As he rotates, you catch a glimpse of his erection, now fully apparent in the atrocity that is his shorts. “The yard work wasn’t effective, the trips to the gym and back barely worked; shit, by now I would’ve thought you would throw yourself at me the first chance you got. I guess I had to make you mad enough to confront me.” 

“You literally looked at me and said nothing the first time I saw you!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “Then you almost bit my head off the first time I came over to tell you the music was too loud.” 

“I didn’t expect you to come over the first time. Besides, I couldn’t figure out anything smooth enough in that short amount of time.” Geto shrugs, his shoulder muscles moving like water in the dim lighting of the living room. You look around at the furnishings, noting his impeccable taste in wood and red suede in conjunction with his minimal exercise equipment. “Coffee? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” He leans over a coffee-maker - one of those fancy ones that you’ve seen on TV - and slides a plain coffee cup into the holder. 

“Uh, no thanks.” You turn to the door and begin to open it, but Geto clicks his tongue thrice. 

“You’re just going to leave without getting what you came for?”

You pause for a moment, then turn back to look him over once. “Don’t you mean what you brought me over here for?” A lazy smile spreads across his face, and that’s when you realize that he’s charming, but not necessarily as suave as you first imagined. You shut the door and walk over to him, examining his physique as if you hadn’t just helped yourself to his tall, statuesque figure already. He allows you to look him over, eyes dedicatedly following you.

“Like what you see, doll?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he pulls you into his chest with a smooth movement, then presses his lips against yours. You instantly open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside, and he does so without hesitation. Hands grasp at your flimsy night shirt, pulling it over your shoulders as he backs you up against the wall, hiking one leg up and wrapping the other around his waist. 

As both of your hands tangle in hair, fabric, sweat, you wonder how long - just how long - he’s wanted to do this. But your train of thought is rudely interrupted by his lips trailing kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, where he pauses for a second, catching his breath. Fingers dance through his locks and he peers up at you for a second, drinking in your flushed expression and breathy exhales. 

“Geto, please, I--” You’re silenced again by his lips, his thick fingers rolling past the waistband of your night shorts and right to your core, where he nestles them into your heat with ease. 

“Goddamn…” The rumbling of his voice vibrates against your chest, and you gasp, feeling every stroke of his fingers inside of you. “So fucking wet… just for me.” Your vision narrows in on the black eyes watching your every move, the angle of your face, the way you tilt your chin to the side and shakily exhale. Everything is perfect. Maybe even better than he imagined at first. But you don’t know that, and you really don’t care to know. All you want is release and for that release to be at Geto’s hands. When he removes his fingers and hoists you onto the suede couch, your first reaction is to cry out in shock. 

His hands roll your shorts down to your knees and then press your legs open, spreading you for him to examine. 

“You’re a mess down there… perhaps I should help you clean up.” 

“Huh?” The double entendre is completely lost on you in the heat of the moment. You watch as he leans down, then moves to lick your core with a flat tongue, stroking up before he goes down again and repeats his action twice. Your head finds the soft cushion of the pillow in ecstasy, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. 

Geto hums down below, fully appreciating your taste before sucking on your clit, hard. You yelp, shooting up, but his hand presses you back down, eyes still closed. Fingers make their way up to your breasts, tugging at your nipples leisurely before tightening and pulling with more tension. “Oh, god, please…” Your hands find his head, and at the sudden application of pressure, he grunts again. And you’re left there in agonizing pleasure, dangling between an orgasm and a build-up of pressure, one stroke away from tumbling into the cavern of blissful unawareness. 

Geto stops without warning, pulling back to watch you as he still tweaks your nipples with varying degrees of firmness. You tug at his shorts in a silent plea for him to discard them, and he waits a minute before sliding them off wordlessly. His length is impressive, you note, his cock springing free from his shorts and angled upwards a little. A condom is produced just as quickly, and he rolls it over himself before spreading you a little wider to accommodate his length. When he nudges his cock at your slit, you realise he’s a little breathless and shaking, but that all goes to the back of your mind when he slides inside of you with little resistance. 

“Fuck, doll, that’s--” He groans just as you moan, both of you relishing the expanding feeling. “God, that’s perfect.” You whimper at his praise and bring your hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he begins to pump into you. Geto’s lips find your neck and he sucks a hickey on your left side, placing another one neatly below it while his hands cup your ass. 

“Does that feel good?” He whispers and you nod, completely at a loss for words. But soon, it’s not enough, and your fingers dig into his back. He’s fucking you slowly… too slowly. 

“M-more,” you whine, and he delivers his thrusts faster, pumping into you and moaning loudly. Your fingers find his face and angles it towards your raised head so you can kiss him on the lips. He offers you that mercy - a deep, languid kiss - while he plows into you with abandon. Pleasure is the only thing on your minds - you just so happen to have found it in each other’s arms - and your orgasm is just within reach.

“Geto, I’m close…” His response to your words is to lift your left leg a little higher so it practically hung off the couch and in the air, deeping his strokes until they settled against your cervix, like someone tapping a soft rhythm into your stomach. “Shit, like that.” 

“Yeah?” he exhales, looking at your face with a blissed-out expression, his cheeks reddening. You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust, hoping your orgasm would arrive before Geto came. There isn’t much you can do though, besides writhe beneath him and pull him closer to you, thereby making you and him almost inseparable. He’s merely rocking into your hips now, cock barely rolling out of you as before. And you can’t deny that it feels like heaven, not when you’ve been so frustrated for so long. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Geto hisses into your mouth, and you nod, constricting a little to urge him on. What you fail to realize is that the constriction was just what you need to tumble over into the abyss of thoughtlessness, and your mouth opens to let loose a guttural moan as Geto fucks you faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm on the heels of yours. “Oh, shit,” Your neighbor sinks into you one final time, shooting his cum into the condom, but pumping in stuttered strokes as if he were really letting loose inside of you. 

When you both fall from the heights of your sex-induced high, shoulders and heads are draped where there is comfort and space, little exhales from his mouth fanning across your breasts. Geto lifts off of your sweaty chest and looks you in the eyes before breathing: 

“Maybe I should start my days with this instead of a workout.”

[moonctzeny]

Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

▪️WinWin

▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.

[iambilliejeanok]

Work Meets Love.

Pairings: Madara x reader

Warnings: 18+ not for minors. Slight degradation. NSFW. 100% Smut. Slight fluff. Overstimulation. Mentions of pee

You woke up to the sound of light rain hitting the window of the large office space. Wrapped in a black and white throw blanket comfortably sitting in Madara’s lap, your legs dangled on each side of his work chair, arms loosely wrapped around his abdomen while your head rest on his chest. You initially came here to cuddle for a little, snuggling into him while he worked on some important documents regarding the establishment of the Kage summits that would be taking place more often, to maintain peace amongst different villages.

The rise and fall of his warm chest lulled you into a nap you didn’t intend to take, but you had no willpower to fight the inviting slumber, Madara not having the heart to wake you up either, a smile pulling at his lips as he watched you rest. Madara worked more often than he took breaks, leaving you lonely most of the time. After voicing out your mutual need for affection and attention, you were both able to work out a way to cater to each other. One of solutions being that you’d get to cuddle with him while he worked in his office, as long as you promised to stay quite and be good. No trying to get off on him like you usually enjoyed, or else you’d be sent away to await a long and hard punishment as soon as he finished his work.

His chin lightly rest on top of your head, hands flipping through stacks of paperwork, peacefully signing away, the weight and warmth of your body against his own calming, helping him think through a couple of problems that were recently brought to his attention at the previous Kage summit. He lifted his chin as you lifted your head, instinctively pausing at what he was doing so you could get comfortable again. You shifted in his lap to try and find a cozier position, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, placing a few kisses on his cheek before nuzzling your head into his neck. Once your shifting had stopped Madara was able to go back to his working, careful about not being to loud with the papers on his desk so as to not wake you up. Even though he gave you specific instructions to not fall asleep on him while he was working, you obviously ignored them, which Madara thought he’d remember for later, but for now he’d leave you to your nap, seeing that you weren’t as distracting this way.

The small smile on his face from your kisses was gradually replaced with his serious work face again as he went back to reading and signing the documents. A few minutes later you shifted again, a minute later again, until your constant movements began to bother him. Your eyes slowly opened, your hips still shifting in his lap, realizing that you needed to go pee. You whined, deeply annoyed at the inconvenience of having a bladder. You reluctantly pushed yourself off of him, stopped by the large hands on your waist. You looked at him, your eyes half lidded as you attempted to shuffle off again, still being held in place by the strong hands on your waist. “Hey sleepy head”, he teased, pulling you closer to his chest to embrace you. “I need to pee!”, you whined out, voice muffled as he held your head down onto his shoulder, drowning you in his loving embrace. “Baby, I thought we agreed you were only to come cuddle for an hour twice a day?”, he musingly questioned. “You’ve been here for nearly two and half hours”. “I’m just really tired…and I miss you too much. I didn’t want to nap by myself”, you sleepily responded. “I need to pee”, you repeated, trying to break away from the embrace you couldn’t fully enjoy while being so pressed. “But baby I missed you too”, he said, holding you tighter as he planted small kisses on your cheek. “Madara”, you warned, a hint of mischief in his smile as you finally managed to lift your head up to look at him. “I need to go pee right now. Please let go”, your voice a little louder , growing slightly impatient. He leaned in closer to you, placing his a hand at the back of your head before pushing you in for kiss. You whined in his mouth, hands flat against his chest desperately trying to pull away. His arm snaked around your lower back, keeping you flush against him while the other kept your head in place, his mouth ravishing your own in a passionate kiss. The sound of the rain was much louder now, the pattering at the window coaxing you to pee all the more. You whined again before Madara finally broke the kiss, his lips slightly parted to catch his breath, loosening his hold on you. You were able to shuffle back and swing one leg off him to stand, the blanket dropping to the floor. Just as you turned your back to him his hands found their way to your hips again, pulling you back down to ungracefully plop onto his lap. He pushed you slightly forward, adjusting you so you sat on only one of his thighs, your crotch resting against the fabric of his pants. “Madara, I’m really going to pee, you need to stop!”, you warned, the tone of your voice serious, knowing exactly what he was up to. “Stop what?”, he teased. You couldn’t believe he was taking this as a joke. He slowly pushed his thigh up, keeping you firmly planted against it as his hand gripped your waist, moving you back and forth as he repeatedly pushed his thigh up into you, forcing you to ride him. The only thing between you and his thigh was the thin, black lacy underwear you wore, underneath the baggy shirt you borrowed from your husband. That didn’t help your situation at all! The pressure you felt on your clit mercilessly poking at your bladder. “Madara please”, you whimpered, knowing you stood little to no chance against his actions before you’d pee. Your husband simply ignored all your pleading. He pulled you back against his chest before spreading your legs wide with his own. His hand reached in between your legs, pulling out another desperate plea from you as his middle finger pushed against your clit through the the thin material covering your forbidden fruit. You felt your bladder about to explode, not sure if you could hold it any longer as Madara’s finger stroked your clit. “Do you think you can hold it in a litt- ”, but you finally let go, unable to hold it in , you finally let go, making a mess all over Madara. He felt the warmth of your pee quickly spread all over his lap, completely soaking him. He sat in complete silence, the sight of you peeing on him making his dick twitch in his pants. He should do this more often.

“Fuck baby”, he whispered directly into your ear. “Look at the mess you made. Peeing all over me. How filthy”. You couldn’t see the sly grin planted on his face as he spoke. Looking down in utter shame you apologized,“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to it’s just th- mmm!”, he cut you off in a kiss. His hands lifted the shirt you wore up, quickly pulling it up over your head, leaving your upper body bare. He infused chakra into his hand, damaging the fabric of your underwear easily enough to rip it right off of you, leaving you naked on top of him. His lips immediately returned to yours, one hand cupping your boob while the other possessively cupped your naked pussy. He ran his tongue along your lips, demanding entrance as two long and slender fingers stroked between your other lips, forcing you to open up for him with a moan. His tongue explored your mouth, swallowing all your moans. His fingers stimulating your clit in quick and rough strokes, flicking on the little nub to bring you closer to your orgasm much too fast. You couldn’t stop moaning into the heated kiss that threatened to burn you as he brought you closer to heaven, pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipple. You braced yourself, feeling the first wave of pleasure tower you like a tsunami about to wreck an entire city, when his fingers suddenly stopped, immediately snatching your orgasm away from you. “Nooo please”, you reached one hand up to bury it in his thick black hair, your other gripping his forearm as you desperately tried not to bring your hands to your pussy to finish the job. Kami help you if you ever dared to give yourself an orgasm after he denied you one. You whimpered, not looking forward to being edged tonight.

He totally ignored you, his hand lightly slapping your wet pussy, causing you to whine at each slap, before tilting your head up so he could kiss you again. You were way too lost in the kiss, Madara groaning into it as he slipped two fingers into your heat, remembering how good this would feel on his dick, your tight pussy swallowing him in. His fingers immediately setting to a slow and steady pace, curling as they stroked your g spot. As much as he lived for tongue fucking you, he broke away from the kiss only to hear the pretty sounds you made as he slowly finger fucked you. His other hand joined the assault, two fingers spreading your lips apart as his thumb came up to massage the little nub. You moan aloud, almost screaming as he introduced you to shocks and jolts of intense pleasure. “Fuck yes baby, is daddy making you feel so good?”, his voice much deeper as he groaned into your ear, his dick pressing against your ass as you squirmed on his lap, enjoying the pleasure he was blessing you with. “Answer me!”, he growled this time, startling you to respond, “Yes! Aaahhh, ooohhh fuck daddy! That feels so….aaahhhhh! Please don’t stop!”, you pleaded, nearing an orgasm you knew was about to destroy you. You screamed as he added more pressure to everything, generously stimulating you to a shuddering, drooling mess before he stopped. You let out a high pitched whine at the loss of his fingers, all stimulation stopping at once. You bucked and squirmed in his lap. You couldn’t even babble any words, having to wait for the pleasure to subside before you could complain once again. “Why would you stop!”, you were finally able to cry out. Madara kissed the tears flowing down your cheeks, bringing both his hands up to massage your breasts, his second favorite part of your body. The first being your ass, he swore the sight of your ass jiggling as he pounded into you would be the death of him. Especially when he fucked you in front of a mirror and he got to see your boobs bounce and ass jiggle at the same time, prepare the funeral because you stole his fucking heart with how gorgeous you were. He never lasted too long when he fucked you like that. You strained your neck to look him in the eye. He looked back at you, relishing in the intense eye contact as he rolled your pretty brown nipples between his fingers. “Please, can I c-cum. Please daddy”, you sniffled, hoping that he would sympathize if he saw the needy look in your dark brown eyes. His heart fluttered when you called him daddy. Having a beautiful and strong, young woman like yourself totally submit to him definitely boosting his ego. But unfortunately for you he was the in the mood to make you cry tonight. Especially since you interrupted his work with your cute self.

“Give me one good reason to let you cum and I’ll gladly make you squirt all over my lap my love”, he said, trailing his hands back down to your pussy. You stuttered as his fingers took their position again. Two thick fingers sinking into you, the other hand spreading your lips apart as his thumb pushed up against your sensitive clit making you throw your head back, a long whimper leaving your lips. You were so beautiful like this, completely submitting to him without him even having to ask for it. “Let me know when you’re ready to answer”, he spoke before lowering his head to latch onto your nipple, his warm tongue flicking around it before he started sucking. His thumb began massaging your throbbing clit again, his fingers curling has they repeatedly stroked your g spot, the tantalizing actions leaving you a whiny mess. “I n-need t- to… to.. cum d-daddy pleeeaasee”, you cried out, trying your very best to keep up with such blissful cruelty. “Why?”, he breathed out, your sweet sweet nipple leaving his mouth with a pop, his hot breath fanning over it. “Because! I..I-I’m daddies angel, oooooh fu- aaahhhh!”, you tried your best to answer. “My sweet baby, of course that’s true, but did you forget that falling asleep here in my arms while I’m working is against the rules?”, he spoke loud over your cries, unrelenting in the way he lovingly stimulated your private parts. You broke down, your juices adding to the mess you made earlier on as you neared your orgasm. Your piercing cries were slightly muffled by the rain pouring outside as you came closer and closer, body shaking and drool falling down your chin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Madara watched his wife convulse in his lap, the erotic sight proving to be too much for him at the feel of his painful erection straining against his pants. A soft moan left his mouth, completely inaudible to your ears, your body violently shaking as you finally came, Madara trying hard to continue stimulating you through it. He wouldn’t stop until you’d let it all out. Even if he was mercilessly over stimulating you he didn’t care because you asked for this anyway. You couldn’t handle the orgasm that possessed you, the vice grip on your husbands hair forcing a deep warning growl out of him. He knew you probably wouldn’t hear him because of how far gone you were, his big hand cupping your pussy as you came, preventing you from squirting all over the place, creating a little puddle in his hand until you were finally done.

“Shhh, baby…I know, you’re fine. Just breathe. You need to relax”, he whispered in your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist and his hand running up and down your tummy, holding you flush against his warmth, slowly bringing you back down to earth. “Look at all this mess you made, my angel. You and I both need a shower don’t you think?”. “Mmmhmmm”, you hummed in response. Basking in the glow of your orgasm. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Let’s get you all cleaned up my love”, he spoke, standing up with you in his arms. You clung onto him as he carried you to the bathroom. You were ready to spend the rest of the night making long and hot sweet love.

[teddy06writes]

Can I request a Sapnap x Karl x Quakity x Y/N ? I just like polyam ships and your Sapnap x Karl x Y/n just made me want more

Ee hee, thanks for the request

Sapnap x karl x reader x quackity (THE PEOPLE ARE ENABLING MEEEE)

trigger warnings: swearing, panic attack

premise: you and your boyfriends are out shopping/ trying to get kicked out of a target when you run into your asshole ex, when he starts to bother you your boys take care of it

(y/n/n)- your nick name

(also we’re pretending covid isn’t a thing)

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“(y/n)! We are gods!”  

You turned at Alex’s call, snorting upon seeing he and Karl T posing while standing in the target cart, Nick balanced on the front, also t posing.

You laughed at your boyfriends, quickly taking a picture before Karl started to wobble and fall, “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Yup!” Karl grinned as Alex helped him out of the cart to avoid falling.

You shook your head, quietly putting the picture onto your twitter with the caption, ‘look at these nerds <3′

“You guys are gonna die from idiocy some day.”

“Not when your there to save us.” Nick countered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“If anything they’ll get dragged down with us.” Alex scoffed.

“Tragically,” You muttered, “Did we actually come here to do anything but solicit?”

Karl giggled, “Well I thought we were just terrorizing the people of Target.”

“The only thing we actually needed was more notecards.” Nick reminded helpfully.

You smiled, “At least one of you is useful.”

“Hey!” Alex protested, “We’re useful too!”

“Sometimes.”  Karl giggled again.

“Betrayal!” He gasped dramatically as Karl threw his arms around his shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, “Well, if your useful too then, help me find notecards.”

Alex sighed dramatically, grabbing one your your hands and intertwining your fingers, “If we must.”

Karl grinned, hopping back to sit in the cart, “Lets go then!”

Nick rolled his eyes, muttering something about being ridiculous, before moving to the push the cart, you and Alex moving along beside them.

~~

A half hour later found many random unnecessary but still necessary items piled into the cart around Karl, and note cards had still not been found.

You were hallway through the seasonal section when you sighed, “Alright this is taking too long, I’m going to actually get the note cards, I think they’re just down there, try not to break anything.”

Karl chuckled, “No promises.”

You smiled and headed out of the isle, towards office supplies.

“Well, well, well, (y/n), fancy seeing you here.”

You froze in the middle of grabbing the biggest package of notecards, trying to keep your hand still as you turned, “John,,, uh hi?”

Now, John wasn’t the worst person, no your relationship wasn’t necessarily bad, but towards the end it definitely took a turn for the worse. When you’d first brought up breaking things off he was, less than thrilled, leaving the last few weeks of your relationship a battle field of screaming matches that consisted of little more than his yells.

“It’s been a while.” He smiled.

“Uhh, yeah, it has been.” You began to fidget with your fingers, eyes darting back up the isle towards where you’d left Nick, Alex and Karl.

“Let me guess, still single?” He laughed, “Yeah it would make sense, I’ve only pulled like one person since you.”

You glanced down, “Uhh, no actually.”

John frowned, letting acid drip into his voice, “Oh, I guess the were right when they said you always moved on fast.”

“It- it- it- it’s been a year and a half?” Your attempts to keep your voce steady began to fail, “And, I’ve only been dating one of them for a few months.”

-It was true, Alex had been the last one to join your relationship a few months ago-

His eyes narrowed, “You’re not telling me you’re still on the stupid polyamory thing are you?”

You cleared your throat uncertainly, “um, y- yeah, I have three boyfriends.”

He rolled his eyes, “There's no chance you’d ever fucking pull three people. Hell you barley even managed me.”

Your gaze stayed trained on the tile floor, unspeaking.

“It’s clear you haven’t moved past fucking your way into a relationship.”

You bit your lip, tears welling in your eyes as your breathing quickened, deep down you knew it wasn’t true, as a group you all respected Karl’s asexuality, even once, over some late night conversation of cuddles and lazily traded kisses, going so far as to promise that the relationship would remain entirely romantic if it made him more comfortable, and it had.

Still, there was a nagging in the back of your head, telling you that John was right. There obviously was only one reason they kept  you around.

“That really is a shame,” You felt his hand rest on your shoulder, “I know I would stay with you for more than that.”

“Get your fucking hand off of them or I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with it!”

You were simultaneously relieved and flooded with more anxiety upon hearing Nick’s voice.

“Who are you?” John asked skeptically.

“Their boyfriends, who the fuck are you?” Alex spit.

He laughed, dry and harsh, “So you’re the fucking idols who thought you could get away with dating (y/n), not that I care their very-”

“No, you shut the fuck up!” Nick cut him off before he could say anything else advancing up the isle towards him, “Why the fuck are you bothering them?!”

They continued a back and forth exchange, as you slowly slid down to the floor, nails pressing tightly into your palms, breathing far too fast.

“Hey, hey, (y/n/n), (y/n/n) look at me.”

You opened eyes that you didn’t realize had been screwed shut to see Karl kneeling sitting In front of you, looking worried.

“Can I touch you or no darlin?” He asked softly, almost making you forget the yelling happening only a few feet away.

You bit your lip, quickly shaking your head, the tiny seed of doubt John had planted in your mind starting to grow.

“Okay, that’s fine. Can you breath with me? In for seven, hold for 4 out for 8, yeah?”

After a moment of trying to breath in sync with him, you held out a hand, and understanding Karl took it, moving to pull you into his arms, “In for 7, out for 8, just like me alright?”

You all but melted into his touch, doing your best to breath normally again.

“Get the fuck outta here man!” Alex yelled.

“You’re gonna regret this.” John sneered.

“No,” Nick said firmly, “Your gonna regret messing with our partner if you don’t fucking leave.”

After you heard footsteps hurrying away you felt Alex settle on your other side, “You alright baby?”

“Their starting to breath normally again.” Karl reported, running a hand through your hair.

Nick sat down on Karl’s other side, and you all stayed sat on the floor of the offices supply isle, Alex sending death glares to anyone who tried to ask you to move.

Eventually you sat up, sniffing.

“Who was that?” Nick asked softly.

“My ex.” You murmured.

“Why was he bothering you? What did he say?”

“Stupid stuff,” You muttered, rubbing at your eyes, “C’n we go home now?”

“Of course Darlin.” Karl assured, standing up and turning to help you up.

~~

Later, back at the apartment, after everything had been put away, you all ended up in a cuddle plie on the couch, and that seed of doubt was beginning to shrivel with every pass Nick’s hands made through your hair, every small circle Alex absently traced into your palm and every tiny joke Karl made about the movie playing.

“Guys?” You asked softly.

“Yeah?” Alex asked.

“I love you.”

Karl grinned, “We love you too.”

Alex pressed a kiss to your knuckles in understanding and Nick  hummed in response.

The tiny seed of doubt was gone.