#and i can't stop smiling because i heard his voice today and he was cool and we laughed and he knows and he still doesnt hate me

[knnchk]

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[tammyu-2]

hii can i request tmnt 2012 donnie meeting reader for the first time while the ninjas were at on a mission because she caught them while walking home and him js like falls in love on sight and his brothers tease him ☺️☺️☺️☺️

AHH THIS IS SO CUTE OFC

TMNT 2012 DONNIE FALLS FOR YOU AT FIRST SIGHT

There is no usage of y/n, swearing, female pronouns, awkward,Donnie being in love, and yeah, that's it.

A lil info on me, Leo and Donnie, are my favs

It had been a long ass day for you, to be honest. After all the long hours that occupied you, you were ready to pass out the second you walked into your apartment.

It just so happened that the turtles were fighting the kraang at the same time. In the same area. What a coincidence... even more of a coincidence that you walled right into the battlefield, too tired to even look up as you walked right through it.

The kraang are literal villians ofc they are gonna shoot you. So while you were too occupied looking like the burgains from the movie trolls 1 a kraang saw you and had to get rid of all witnesses. Luckily for you, a certain purple turtle scooped you up and dropped you on top of a building.

Naturally, you are confused. Not only by the fact that you just so quickly got onto the top of a building but the fact that a tall humanoid turtle had saved you. But tbh you read weird shit so it's not that much of a surprise. You looked up at your savior, and your gazes locked.

Now Donnie boy over here has a completely different mindset. Bc Holy shit your so pretty??? He is BLUSHING trust. Bc your hair is swaying from the wind while the moon light makes your eye shimmer. It was like you had made this man putty just by looking at him. Wait, is he staring??

He quickly goes to clear his throat, noting that he had indeed been staring too freakishly long. He doesn't wanna look too weird than he already is.

"Are you alright?"

"What are you-"

YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT. WHAT IF ITS OFFENSIVE TO THEIR KIND DUMBASS.

"I mean not to be rude, you know - I'm just wondering cause you know I've never seen anything like you - but not in a bad way. It's just that- you know you're like a walking talking fighting turtle, and that's freakishly weird - not freakishly weird! it's just - I'm gonna stop talking now.."

You have just insulted a man's (or should I say turtles) existence just by saying two sentences to this ...guy? Congrats.

You felt guilty till you heard him chuckle a bit at your word vomit. You didn't even know you were closing your eyes for anything after that till you opened them to see the turtle smiling dorkishly at you.

"It's fine I get that alot. I'm-"

He paused. Since he should be a secret, should he really tell you his name? May swell tell you the secret turtle base as well, seeing as though you're a cute stranger.

"-just glad your safe."

"Thanks to you. You saved my life."

The sincerity in your voice made his smile grow. You're not running away or screaming or looking away in disgust. It's like you saw him. Like really saw him. That or he is just delulu

"I- you know it's really no b-big deal.."

Smooth.

"It is to me."

"YO DONNIE STOP FLIRTING AND COME HELP OUR ASSES OVER HEAR!"

[If raph could swear he would do it all the time trust me]

Turns out during that awkward exchange, the turtles were yelling at Donnie to help them. Woops. He straightened and sent a scowl to raph. He turned to you, giving you a sheepish grin.

"I uh gotta go.."

"It's cool go do your ninja stuff."

Today might be the day he starts a diary. He waves you goodbye and jumps down into battle.

Huh. Finding a humanoid turtle was not on your to-do list, but you're expecting it. He seemed nice enough... After that, thought another popped up that made you groan. You're trapped on a flipping building.

Once the kraang escaped and the turtles all unloaded into the living room of the liar all tired. Now was time for questioning.

"What the hell was that, Don? You left us to go ask for a chick's number. Meanwhile, we were getting our asses handed to us. And by we, I mean Mikey.

He said, earning an offended 'hey!' from said turtle.

"Yeah you were up there for a while..."

"I was just checking on a civilian that got caught in the crossfire of our fight."

He said back matter a factly. Earning (non-existent) eye brow raises from his brother.

"Dude, you totally like her!"

"Wha- I mean- no- what??"

He spluttered, trying to defend himself, but nothing can convince his brothers otherwise.

"Awe, how cute Don likes someone that isn't April."

"I think so but seriously, not in the middle of a mission."

"DONNIE LIKES A GIRLLL DONNIE LIKES A GIRLLL!"

Please let the earth swallow him up right now.

So as the days went by you two met up a second time and decided to casually meet up a third. You became a trusted friend to him and the turtles. That only made the teasing worse. Such as making kissy faces at Donnie while your back was turned. Making teasing remarks here and there about how long Donnie is taking to pursue you.

Even Splinter lightly jokes about how he approves of you already. And let's be honest. He has a whole wall covered in solutions on how to set up the perfect plan to help him get with you. He always covers it when you come around.

The difference between you and April is that you actually are starting to like him to. You love when he explains stuff you can't understand and how he treats you like a literal princess but knows you can handle yourself. He makes cute gadgets here and there to help you with your every day life and all of this is making him grow on you and you honestly secretly blush too at the teasings of his brothers. But only they can catch that. Donnie is clueless.

Chat what we thinking? I actually really like this. It's so cute I adore this. I love this ask that you so much!!!!!

But yeah, enjoy

~Tammy<3

[cherimoyatea]

❧ Rafayel - Eternal Bond

Pairing: Rafayel x You Synopsis: You meet Rafayel in another life. But again, you have no memory of him. Word Count: 1.447K Tags: different timeline/alternative universe, christmas season, romance, a little angst and hopelessness, rafayel is a stranger to you, tears with comfort in the second half Side notes: It's December, yay!❄️ Swear, I almost lost my sanity editing this fic over the past three nights! Every time I thought I was ready to post it, I'd find something else I wanted to add or change, and felt like I was starting from scratch all over again. Please, don't expect a cozy Christmas story. My life's been going too smoothly lately, and I need a little angst in my life.

December.

Somewhere, sometime, on this vast planet.

There is an unwritten story no one knows about. Another life you lived long before you met the mesmerizing Lemurian in Linkon City, you know today. You still don't remember your past lives, the never-ending cycle of birth and rebirth—and the pain and loss it brought, pulling you away from your beloved over and over again.

You always hear someone calling out to you. A voice echoing deep within, while a name you don't recall, lingers on your tongue, aching to be spoken aloud...

It's the reason your previous relationships fell apart: You always felt like the red strings of fate kept drawing you away from their lives, making it impossible to find love.

After another failed date, you're on your way home, pulling your coat tighter around yourself as you shiver in the biting cold. The city is abuzz, with everyone enjoying the colorful Christmas decorations and cozy atmosphere of the festive season. Suddenly, a sweet melody coming from the display of a jewelry shop, catches your attention as you almost walk by the decorated shop window.

You stop in your tracks and walk closer to the jewelry shop to admire the creative, Christmas-themed display, showcasing engagement rings and wedding bands. Maybe love isn't written in your story. Maybe you're one of those unfortunate souls who are never meant to find their soulmate. It's times like these when bitter thoughts cross your mind, and you can't help but feel a little hopeless about your future.

You let out a deep sigh, your heart as heavy as the clouds above you, as you lay a hand on the cool glass of the store window. A faint smile forms on your lips as you watch the little Christmas figurines dance in the display, twirling pirouettes and moving their tiny limbs to a familiar, festive jingle.

''That's the wrong ring, cutie...''

You snap back from your thoughts when you suddenly hear someone's voice and turn your head toward a young man. His eyes are glued to the same display as he stands there, keeping his distance from you—his hands leisurely tucked into the pockets of an expensive-looking coat, with a thick scarf draped around his neck. Is he talking to you? Taken aback by his words, you glance around to see if there's anyone else he could be referring to.

But there is no one else here except for you and him.

''Uhm... sorry, what did you just say?'' You ask, a bit confused, subconsciously removing your hand from the window and brushing over your ring finger, feeling the metal under your fingertips. The ring doesn't serve any particular purpose; you wear it simply because you think it's pretty.

He nods slightly towards the figurines in the display you were just looking at, his hands still in his pockets.

''I said, 'That's a nice thing, truly...''

The young man replies, shifting his head toward you with a smirk, and you immediately notice his extraordinarily beautiful eyes—eyes that remind you of the setting sun, just when the evening greets the night and paints the sky in shades of pink, purple, and blue.

''O-Oh... yeah, right.'' You reply awkwardly, quickly turning your gaze back to the store window.

Strange. You could have sworn you heard something else just now, but it was getting late, so maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.

Pretending to watch the dancing figurines, you shift your gaze back to him, and a warm feeling rushes through your chest as you secretly admire the attractive lavender-haired man. He doesn't seem to notice that you're stealing glances at him while he's busy watching the christmas display.

''Say something! Anything, you idiot!'' You scold yourself internally.

Something is urging you to approach him, a peculiar force pulling you toward him, not wanting him to leave just yet. Shifting on your feet, you let your eyes wander over him, searching for something to start a conversation with when you notice the sketchbook tucked under his arm.

''Are these... do you paint?''

The young man follows your gaze and nods with a smug grin, holding up the sketchbook and opening it. ''Yeah, you could say I like painting...'' He holds the sketchbook toward you so you can get a better look at his art and your eyes widen surprised when you notice a striking resemblance to the little figurines displayed in the shop window. ''But aren't these the same as...?'' You mumble and blink twice, your eyes going back and forth between the sketches and the figurines.

These are undoubtedly the same designs.

Seeing your confused expression, the young man chuckles with an amused glint, shimmering in his eyes. ''You're the observant one, aren't you? The shop owner is a friend of mine. I designed this year's Christmas display for him.'' He explains, a hint of pride in his voice as he hands you the sketch, his bright eyes lingering a little too long on your stunned face.

Taking the piece of paper from him, you're about to express your excitement when you overhear an elderly couple, walking past both of you. ''Ah, look, dear! They're probably choosing wedding bands! How adorable!''

Your face turns bright red, and you quickly turn around, flustered. They obviously mistook you for a couple. ''N-No, that's… we're not...'' You stammer, trying to explain, but the couple simply nods at you with a warm smile and continues on their way, leaving you speechless.

Still flustered, you turn back to the artist, only to realize that he's gone. Huh? Wasn't he just standing next to you? Confused, you step away from the jewelry shop and look around frantically, catching a glimpse of him disappearing into a crowd of people.

''Wait! Your sketch!'' You shout after him, but it's too late: the sunset-eyed man disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

Disappointed, you glance down at the piece of paper in your hands, realizing you didn't even ask for his name. Even if you tried to call out to him, what name would you use?

Your eyes trace over the sketch and as you instinctively flip the paper over, your heart almost skips a beat; On the other side, is a draft of a girl who looks just like you! ''What... but how...'' You wonder, your mind racing as you take in the details and your gaze falls on the signature, right there on the bottom of the paper.

''Rafayel...''

You whisper softly, and the instant the name leaves your lips, a warm tear rolls down your cheek, followed by another wave of warmth flooding your heart. You don't know why you're crying, why your heart feels like it has finally found its missing piece, its home.

Why it feels like your soul just remembered something you shouldn't have forgotten in the first place.

A cold flake melts on your warm cheek, and you look up, realizing it started to snow...

Your eyes fly open, and you quickly sit upright in bed, your cheeks damp with tears, your chest heaving.

A dream? A dream!

The soft rustling of the sheets draws your attention as your beloved stirs beside you, his beautiful eyes opening and concern etched on his sleepy face as he props himself up on his elbow.

''Hmm… what's wrong, cutie?'' He mumbles, still half-asleep. ''Did you have a nightmare?''

Wiping away your tears with the back of your hands, you nod, trying to ignore the stinging pain in your chest. Why does your heart feel so heavy all of a sudden? ''I was so lonely because I didn't remember you.'' Trying to steady your quickened heartbeat you inhale deeply before continuing.

''We were gazing at a Christmas display, and you handed me a sketch... then you disappeared.''

Rafayel falls silent for a moment, watching you intently as you tell him about your dream. The lavender-haired man reaches out to you, humming softly as he wraps his arms around your body and gently lays you back into the sheets. ''Close your eyes and go back to sleep... it's alright, I'm here.'' He whispers, caressing your back to soothe you and pressing a tender kiss on top of your head.

His mind drifts back to that one day in December, when he met his beloved in another life—hopeless and alone. He remembers how he had accidentally forgotten the sketch in your hands, a thoughtful act to initiate another meeting. And then more meetings after that, just to stay in your life and help you remember.

No matter how many times you forget your eternal bond, he will always find a way back to you.

It's his silent vow to you.

Thank you for reading!

Cheri 🍒

[yoru-exe]

⊹₊ DON'T MESS WITH WHAT'S MINE ₊⊹

in which he found out that someone had been messing with you, and he wouldn't tolerate it

featuring: inui seishu, kokonoi hajime, hanemiya kazutora

a/n: i'm held captive by my literature writing and i need comfort :'(

inui seishu

you trembled there like a leaf, telling him about how that man in the room wouldn't respect the rule of the place, whispering in fear that he might hear and come looking for you. seishu's long fingers softly caressed your reddened wet cheeks, but you knew he's extremely furious from the pulsing vein on his forehead. "please don't be too hard on him, i don't want you to get hurt. he looks tough-".

he stopped you with a kiss, "i'll be fine, don't worry. go get back to you room now. i'll tell koko you're taking the day off today". when you wordlessly looked at him with a concerned look on your face, he just smiled, "i'll come over after i'm done". one last kiss on your forehead and he left, ready to unleash hell.

it was stupid of that man to not behave at toman's property, but it's all the more brainless to mess with his woman. seishu took his time with him, making sure that he learned his lesson so thoroughly he wouldn't even think of repeating the same mistake twice. later that night, he arrived at your room blood-stained and unharmed, just as he promised.

kokonoi hajime

he knews how to manage his resources and set his priority straight. so when his underlings reported to him about what happened to you, he gave his order for them to deal with that nobody on reflex, telling them to have fun with the beating, while he thought of ways to comfort you. all the moves perfectly calculated, afterall, he's not bonten executive for nothing.

koko found you at the balcony of your penthouse when he arrived home. your hair and dress swayed gently with the wind, but your usual smile wasn't as bright as it usually would be when you greeted him. carefully, he wrapped his arms around you, comforting you with his presence, "long day?". you just melt against him as you hummed.

he always find it so cool how you managed to keep your composure despite everything and he really respects that about you. alas, that didn't stop him from wanting to spoil you at every opportunity, "anything you need?". "just you". it made him thought how great it is to come home to you like this, and he intended to keep it that way for as long as he can. from his pocket, his phone buzzed to a short text from his men, "he's been taken care of".

hanemiya kazutora

man doesn't need you to explain. he just knew, through some kind of wild instinct, that someone had bothered you in a way that made you feel uncomfortable. as an adult, kazutora is much more matured compared to how he was when he's still a teenager. alas, he can't help himself, "who?".

if made you shuddered, and it pulled rationality back to himself. "i just want to know, so that i can protect you next time", he cleared his throat. when you hesitated, he pulled you gently by your chin and said the magic word he knew you're weak for, "please?". and weak did you feel. he heard the anxiety in your voice as you told him all about it.

"everything will be fine now", kazutora promised, and he meant his word, because there will be no next time. after he sent you home from a ride around the city, to distract you from that event, he tracked the man down through his connection, and did everything he planned to do with him. although, if you're to ask him what he's up to last night, he's going to playfully tell you that it's a secret.

[spotsandsocks]

Happy Holidays Spotty!! This is such a cute idea 🥰

Deciding was a tough choice! I think I'll go with...

🎅 + mistletoe if it sparks inspiration 🩷

Well it just so happens I had the start of something lurking that I could finish and polish up for this so here we go. First writing stocking prompt to be completed is for you 900ish words for (I’m sure you won’t be surprised) a first kiss inspired by the word mistletoe.

“Hey Eddie!”

He stops to looks towards Buck, his voice has a slightly urgent timbre to it.

“Don’t move.”

Odd, but there’s no reason not to do as Buck asks so Eddie freezes on the spot, not worried only mildly concerned.

“I need to do something.”

He trusts Buck and even if he’d noticed the greenery above him he’d still have stayed still except maybe then he’d have been a little more hopeful than worried.

Buck’s talking and Eddie waits patiently to understand what’s going on.

“Well, want to do actually. It’s kinda homework, from therapy.”

Eddie tracks Buck’s movements as he paces back and forth just a few feet away, wringing his hands, looking tense. The high levels of stress emanating from him is beginning to be worrying but Eddie can wait for Buck to be ready to share whatever it is he wants to share. They’ve helped each other out with therapy homework before.

Buck pauses and breaths in deeply as if he’s going to start speaking again but he doesn’t. Instead he takes four brisk steps in Eddie’s direction and stops very close to him.

So close it makes his chest feel tight and his cheeks hot. Buck’s eyes are bright and hold an apprehension and determination Eddie’s not entirely familiar with.

Buck looks upwards and he follows his gaze, it’s only then that Eddie realises where he’s standing and what might just be about to happen next.

“Merry Christmas Eddie.”

The words are almost a whisper before Buck’s lips twist into a nervous smile and then those same lips are pressed onto his.

It’s not quite like he thought it might be in the nanosecond he had to understand what was happening . If he’d had time to expect anything it would have been a nervous here and gone again brush of dry lips or a quick shy peck to one side of his mouth.

It is nervous.

He can feel Buck trembling because Eddie has his hand on Buck's wrist now to hold onto him when he tries to run from this moment.

It is dry.

Buck’s lips are slightly rough, a little chapped. Maybe he should get him some balm for Christmas.

It’s not quick. The kiss lingers.

Well kisses actually, three small gentle kisses one after another that make his head spin because he hadn’t expected this to happen today or ever really.

Buck lips cover his and the warmth of them transfers onto his skin and changes him permanently.

He can feel Buck’s pulse racing against the fingertips of the hand holding his wrist and the muscles of his back go tense beneath his other hand and Eddie just knows it’s the precursor to the other man moving away, trying to kiss and run and that’s not going to happen. This is something he can’t walk away from. Something Eddie won’t let either of them walk away from. Which is ironic considering how much time he’s spent running from his feelings over the years.

Just as he expected Buck pulls away but a tighter grip stops him dashing away from the consequences of his actions.

Mouth already cooling Eddie licks his lower lip to see if he can still taste Buck there. He can't, which is a shame but easily remedied. Holding on tight to something he didn’t know he could have until just now Eddie asks the necessary question softly.

“What was that for?”

Letting himself be held in place Buck can’t quite make eye contact while he mumbles an explanation for their unexpected mistletoe kiss and Eddie tries not to melt at the new levels of adorable awkwardness. Buck shrugs one shoulder as he answers in the most sheepish tone Eddie’s ever heard from the man.

“Therapist told me to let myself have something for Christmas that I really wanted.”

There’s a flash of blue, there and gone again in a heartbeat. Eddie uses that moment to processes the idea that he too is about to get what he wants for Christmas.

“She told you to kiss me?”

The blue returns shaded with exasperation, which was his plan.

“No of course not, b b but it is something I’ve wanted for a long time, so I thought..”

Buck looks away again and Eddie’s fingers tighten instinctively because he knows what’s coming next. Another tug and an apology.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first.”

Eddie knows why he didn’t.

“But you were scared I’d say no.”

Buck’s nod is followed by another quiet, sorrowful “Sorry.”

And Eddie can’t have that, a sad Buck isn’t something he likes to see. Buck’s taken the first step it’s time to meet him in the middle.

“I wouldn’t have.”

The pulse still being monitored beneath his fingers jumps.

“What?”

It’s nice to see the hope spark in Buck’s suddenly wide eyes, impossible not to smile back at him bright and happy.

“Wouldn't have said no.”

A smile starts to emerge along the line of the pretty mouth that Eddie just wants to kiss again.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He continues unable to keep the grin off his face, “but it’s a bit rude getting yourself a gift and nothing for me.”

It’s a challenge, an invitation and Buck’s eyes ignite.

“Oh, did you want something for Christmas too?”

Eddie feels his breath catch as Buck’s mouth drifts closer.

“Anything in particular?”

This time it’s him who shrugs and it’s him pressing a hand into Buck’s back to draw him in closer.

“Just something you think I’d want.”

“Tricky.” The tip of Buck’s nose brushes his and they’re both trembling now.

“Not really, I want the same things you do.”

Eddie already has his eyes closed when Buck’s words and lips brush against his skin.

“Well in that case I think I have an idea.”

It’s a good idea too, the perfect gift for them both. Buck kisses him again under the mistletoe and Eddie pulls him as close as he can get and looks forward to unwrapping the rest of his gift later.

[hydroj1ns]

could we please get lisa getting it eaten from behind i need her so bad

ok if you insist..... not quite from behind but you're under her!

cw: pussy-eating, semi-public sex, try not to get caught!

"o-of course, swe- mmph-- sweetie, make sure to return it on time!" the librarian says, checking out another book for yet another scholar. she's about to bid him goodbye until- "ms. lisa, are you alright? your face is unusually red..."

"YES!" he gave her an odd look. "i mean- i mean, i'm fine!" she laughs nervously, trying to play it cool until another vicious shock of pleasure goes through her body, causing her to double over on the mahogany counter. "ju-just a little under the wea-wea-- hah-- weather." she says through clenched teeth.

"uhh.... okay, ms. lisa..." he responds awkwardly, leaving for the doors as to not to be any more of a nuisance. he's heard the rumors of how the librarian of mondstadt gets when she's angry.

what time does the library close again? she can't wait to get out of here and...

lisa dares glancing down at the debauched sight that was her lap. and there you are, slurping away at her cunt, uncaring of the mess of slick and saliva on your cheeks. it must have been hours (at least that's what it felt like to her) since you stripped her of her lacy shorts and thong. you let her keep those black stockings though; you liked the way they hugged her thighs. honestly, you don't think you could find better thighs on anyone in mondstadt-- no, all of teyvat. you love how they ripple when she struts around town, how they pudge up between your fingers when you grip them with just enough pressure, and of course, how good they look marked up after a particularly passionate night.

you make eye contact with her as you hoist those thick thighs further up your shoulders, giving your mouth a better angle against her sopping hole. she shudders, the sensation of your tongue reaching so deep inside of her is too much to bear, and she almost cums in your mouth until--

"hey, lisa. can you give me the keys to the restricted area?"

its kaeya. the cavalry captain's smooth voice permeates through the tense air, causing the librarian to regain her posture and adopt a neutral expression.

"you know you need a permission slip from jean, kaeya." fuck, she was so close to coming, if only he hadn't walked in right then.

its okay though, if there's anything you're good at, its getting lisa to her climax.

as kaeya shuffles through his list of excuses of why he should be granted access to mondstadt's highly-gaurded archive, you take the liberty of pinching at lisa's clit. hard.

"ah!" she yelped. kaeya flinched back, surprised by her sudden outburst.

she tries her best to keep her hips still. archons, if kaeya found out, he might tell jean, and then-- but she can't afford to think right now, because the way you're lapping and sucking at her taint is making her mind go blank. she wants to grind onto your hot mouth so desperately.

"haha... sorry, i've been, uh, i've been feeling a bit sick as of late," she tried.

it seems you were determined to embarrass her today, because you didn't stop there. you plunged two of your fingers in her throbbing hole, stirring them in her heat languidly, like you didn't even care that the cavalry captain was standing just beyond the desk you were hidden under, prodding at this woman's pussy.

"all the more reason to just give me the key. i'll close up for you today, and you can go home! everyone's happy!" he leans over the counter and gets close to her face, giving the librarian one of his charming smiles in hopes that it'll aid in his task of persuasion.

if he leaned a few inches over and looked down, he would see how you're absolutely devouring ms. minci's depraved pussy. luckily, she hurriedly closes the gap between her body and the desk, effectively resting her cleavage on the edge of the desk to obstruct any view of what's happening under her.

kaeya raises his eyebrows, no doubt wondering why she just propped her breasts on the desk. she never showed him any interest before so why...

"lisa, if you want something, you could just ask-"

"FINE! JUST GO!" she shouts at him as she opens the drawer beside her and throwing the keys at him in record speed.

the one-eyed man quickly retreats, clearly appalled by the mistake he just made. when she sees that he's turned the corner, she collapses back in her chair, exhausted.

"he was definitely going to flirt with you," you say to her from between her legs.

"well, i wasn't." she clarifies. your fingers are still in her.

"now are you going to continue? or maybe i should call captain kaeya back."

well, she certainly knew how to encourage you. smirking, you swiftly bend her over so her torso is on the table and her ass just on the edge.

"you're not leaving this library until you cum, ms. librarian." you say as you place your face snugly in between her asscheeks.

your tongue takes its rightful place on lisa's wet sex, warm muscle meeting moist cunt like a moth to a flame. its the most delicious meal in mondstadt, and that is undebatable. you love the way her hole clamps down on your tongue, the way her walls tremble when you caress her puffy lips with your fingertips, the way those angelic moans are reserved for you, and only you.

her well-manicured nails drag across mahogany as the coil in her gut tightens, threatening to snap. she feels like she's losing her sanity from how good you feel inside of her.

she grinds back on you, and pleads, "please, please let me cum, i want it so bad~"

"don't you feel embarrassed? anyone could walk in here, or kaeya could come back, or-"

you're interrupted by a particularly loud groan from lisa, and suddenly her walls are clamped down on your tongue, and she squirts. some her liquids splash on the wood as the rest drip down her thighs and onto the carpet under her.

"huh, guess you really like the idea of getting walked in on, is that a kink of yours?" you ask as you stand up to get a look at her and she's-

she's utterly ruined. her face is the picture of lust: a pink flush caresses her skin, drool runs down her chin, and her eyes are rolled back into her head. even her normally well-styled locks are messy under her tilted witch's hat.

you chuckle, leaning over her as she's still bent over, and you tuck a stand of hair behind her ear, "we should do this again sometime, behind angel's share? while everyone celebrates windblume? yeah, that would be nice."

you can't get enough of her taste.

[hellfirecvnt]

Teacher Work Day

Lee Russell x Fem!Reader pt. 3

Summary: "Is that bitch pissing on that cop car?"

Notes: Whoops. This one's long. Idk why I keep doing that lmao.

Part one here. // Part two here. // Part four here. // Part five here.

The next day, the aforementioned Teacher Work Day, you show up hungover as all hell. You groan out a pained sound as you step inside the school underneath the bright, fluorescent lights. They claw and beat on your skull with every pulse of your heart. Your sunglasses do little to stifle the ache.

"Hey!" A voice that's far too excited for your liking. Whereas you're usually a tame person, this hellacious hangover has you out of character. "I just wanted to introduce myself to the new secretary. I'm Bill Hayden."

"My God, you are awake, aren't you?" You do your best to smile, peeling the useless sunglasses from your face. Across the foyer, watching from the large glass wall of his office, Gamby holds a phone to his ear. Lee's voice chimes a greeting from the other end.

"You're gonna be pissed if you get here too late and Bill fucking Hayden's made his move on Ms. Y/L/N." He taunts.

"Yeah, maybe I can show you around town sometime. Show you all the cool spots," he says with a smooth laugh. The young teacher's try-hard flirting is enough to make you gag, hangover or not.

"I just heard him offer to show her around town." Neal shakes his head.

"What are you talking about?" Lee ponders, sounding obviously stressed.

"Bill Hayden is making a pass at Y/L/N. Where are you?" Gamby's voice becomes urgent.

"I fuckin' told your stupid ass I had to meet with the lawyers today."

"I thought you said your divorce was finalized," he says, still watching as you wait for Bill to stop talking.

"Yeah, they usually like to get paid after they do that for you, dumbass. I'll be there in 20 minutes." He's about to hang up until Neal starts talking again.

"She's probably only talking to him because I told her you were into her, but when she asked you out, you said no."

"What?"

"It's okay, I told her that you are probably not into her anymore." Neal nods, pleased with his own actions for some reason.

"Gamby, what the hell? Why?"

"What do you mean 'why?' She asked you out and you said no. Did you want me to lie?"

"I want you to stop fucking talking!" Lee hangs up and tosses his cell phone into the back seat of his car as he drives down the highway. "Bill Hayden, you shifty little bitch."

He whips through a local coffee shop, because fuck Starbucks, and grabs some coffees for whoever. He just doesn't want to show up empty handed after Neal has taken to intruding on his dynamic with you. He quickly throws the car in park and speed walks inside with a peculiar amount of energy in his hips.

When Lee walks through the door, your face lights up. It doesn't go unnoticed. For just a second, Lee's eyebrows threaten to knit as he watches your expression change. He wonders if he underestimated his chances with you.

"Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N," he chimes, leaving one of the hot drinks on your desk.

"Thank you, Mr. Russell." You grin, genuinely thankful for the caffeine that you're praying will set you right for the rest of the day.

"Why don't you come with me, darlin'? If I don't claim you now, you'll be stuck running bullshit errands for Gamby." A wave of relief washes over you as he says this. You whisper a quick thank you and slip out from behind your desk. After grabbing your coffee, the two of you head down the hall.

You reach a set of double doors and as he holds it open for you, a student walks in. You're still learning names, but you recognize him as Todd. A freshman that loses his phone and has to come to the office to pick it up relatively often.

"Todd, honey, you can't be here," you say in your soft, teacher voice.

"Todd Frechett, what are you doing here?" Lee interrupts.

"I'm going to school." The short, blond kid looks around, confused.

"It's teacher work day, we did announcements about it every day this week. Go home." Lee shifts his weight onto his hip, waiting for the student to exit.

"But my mom's not home and the door's locked."

"Okay, well, then go bowling or play stupid video games, or go masturbate in your car- whatever it is that teenage boys do." He explains. "You can't be here."

"Uhh, uh-" he seems genuinely at a loss for what to do.

"No, no, no. Not 'Uh, uh, uh.' Go home." He finishes, shoving Todd out the doors he came through. "Open this door, open the next door. Open the door after that."

Lee and the student go back and forth for a while as the kid walks away, exiting the school.

"We need a day without children please!"

"Alright!" He shouts back, the door closing behind him, ending the interaction.

"Um, Lee. I don't think you're allowed to say half the shit you just said to that kid." You look at him with concern, sipping your caffeinated drink as the two of you continue walking.

"He won't remember it tomorrow. Kid's got ADHD and two Christian hippies for parents." Lee's words confuse you and you nearly get a headache trying to decipher what he means.

"So, you were a little late today." You change the subject. "Everything okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. It was nothing." He shrugs. Nothing, you repeat inside your head. Nothing kept him from having a drink with you last night, he just didn't want to and that's fine. You try to bury your embarrassment under a smile, knowing it'll pass in a short while. Rejection is part of the human experience.

"So, uh, listen. About those drinks," Lee starts. He's got a stupid smile on his face as if he's almost in disbelief that he's already finding himself speaking so boldly to you. The divorce had been drawn out for a while, his feelings for his ex-wife have long since fizzled. But it just seems so fast. Too good to be true.

"Oh, please. No worries. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I'm still not allowed to talk to teachers, I think. I just didn't want to drink alone," you say, hoping to ignore the situation and allow your humiliation to fade out with dignity. You let out a fake laugh.

"No, I mean, this weekend. Maybe you and I could get those drinks." Strangely enough, his palms sweat with nerves.

"Drinks this weekend? I'm in. This week has already been a shit show," Gamby appears from seemingly nowhere. "Y/L/N, grab a clipboard-"

"Not today, Gamby. She's the secretary, not your personal assistant. Get an ISS kid to do it." Lee waves him off.

"Fine. Payday drinks this Friday. I'm in." Neal snatches one of the coffees from Lee and takes off down the hall. There is no way out of it, as arguing with him is like negotiating with a brick, you might as well accept that Gamby will be crashing your date.

You and Lee share a knowing look and he rolls his eyes. You can't help but laugh.

"At least we know it'll be a fun evening," you chuckle.

"I'm certain he will turn the night into a shit show the minute we get there, but sure. It'll be interesting."

The rest of the week is filled with nonsense and plotting from your two higher ups. They can barely seem to agree on anything until Neal learns that Dr. Brown has a history of alcoholism. The three of you gather in Lee's office.

"That's perfect, Gamby. Invite her out to payday drinks, we'll knock that bitch right off the fucking wagon." Lee looks elated.

"I hate to rain on your parade, Lee. But if she's been sober for this long, there's a high chance she'll say 'no' to going out and drinking," you chime in.

"Listen. That bitch is going down one way or another. Let's just invite her to dinner and see where it goes," Lee stares deeply into your eyes and you almost forget to respond.

"Y/N's gonna have to show up separate from us. Brown doesn't fraternize with staff under her VPs," Neal injects.

"Okay, well. Don't call yourself a VP. That sounds too important," you sneer.

"Too impor-? I am important."

"Yeah, but it sounds like you see yourself as like a Vice President or something." You can't help but tease.

"I'm close enough. I'm fuckin'... Vice President of this school." Neal fumes.

"Whatever, whatever. I'll be there before you guys get there. I can't let my bosses know how high my tolerance is anyways." You shrug and the two men look at each other for a moment and then back to you.

"Go see what she says, Gamby, and report back," Lee instructs and Neal just about listens to him, but then he stops in his tracks and turns back around.

"You've been sending me off a lot. Bossin' me around. Makes me think you might think you're in charge or something." He squints his eyes. "Or are you just trying to get some alone time with Y/N even though you rejected her and she drank alone about it last night?"

"Je-sus Christ, Gamby." You stare down at the floor in front of you with wide eyes and a flushed face.

"Will you please get the fuck out of here?" Lee pinches the bridge of his nose. "Go, go!" He ushers Neal out the door, closing it behind him. Lee returns to his seat behind his desk and glances up at you where you stand, smiling from the embarrassment and humor of the entire situation.

"He's the fuckin' worst, right?" You chuckle, only half joking with that statement. You take a seat across from his desk. "I was going to drink anyways, by the way. It wasn't because you weren't there." Lee laughs at your clarification.

"A fucking idiot, just an absolutely stupid motherfucker. I'm bewildered," he huffs, leaning back in his chair.

"I guess I'll get back to the desk. Mrs. Frechett will probably be calling us after a while." You straighten the stapler on Lee's desk and he watches your delicate hand as you do it. Just as you're taking a step toward the door, he speaks.

"What if I did just like being around you? Alone? Would that make you uncomfortable?" His words cause heat to rise in your face, you feel it all the way to your ears. He's posed his question like a hypothetical, but you're no fool.

"Gross," you say in jest with little thought at all. Lee's face immediately drops to one of confusion. "Oh, my God. I'm kidding. I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that." You shake your head, clearly taken aback by your own actions. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, Lee. You're the best part of my day, usually."

"Usually?" He questions as an uncontrollable smile creeps onto his face.

"Yeah, sometimes Neal just sweeps me off my feet. All that shit about leadership definitely does it for me." You fan yourself, playfully. Lee can't help but laugh, utterly charmed. Time slows down, it seems, as the two of you laugh together. In the same moment he allows himself to feel comfortable with you, his mind is flooded with doubts and anxieties.

He and his ex-wife, Christine, haven't been divorced for long, but the marriage itself was over long ago. His feelings for her are all but a memory. What troubles him now is the fear of being left again. No, not in an overdramatic, help him feel whole again type of way. It's just a lingering fear. When Christine left, it was hard on him. With the divorce freshly finalized, he wonders if he can handle the stress of doing it all again should something go wrong.

The next day, after the school day concludes, you leave work and head home to get ready to meet the guys and Dr. Brown for drinks, staging it as an accidental run-in. After changing into some comfortable, casual clothes, you make your way to the bar.

To your satisfaction, none of the cars in the lot are recognizable. You park on the far side in the darker corner, hoping your car doesn't stand out too much. Inside the bar you order two drinks, slamming them down as quickly as possible before your coworkers arrive.

"Ms. Y/L/N? Is that you?" Principal Brown's smooth voice rings behind you. You turn around, flashing a face of convincing shock.

"Dr. Brown! Oh my goodness!" You chime, reaching to bring her in for a friendly hug. "Let me buy you a drink!"

"No thank you, Y/N. Now, you all know I don't drink," she laughs warmly. A sense of pride in her words. You begin to wonder if opening your mouth is the right thing to do, but after one glance at Lee, you do it anyway.

"I hear you, ma'am. I have a terrible history with drinking as well," you admit, only half lying. Is it really history if you're still drinking? Oh well. Brown's eyes go wide as she takes in your words. "I was clean as a whistle and straight edge as they come for years after initially getting sober." You finish your third drink. "But then I realized that if I have to force myself to not even look at the bottle, then alcohol still controls my life. Moderation is what I strive for."

You set the glass down on the bar and shrug with a smile, insinuating that it's your first drink of the night.

"Moderation, B. It's a beautiful thing," Lee announces, having just ordered a round of shots. "I know that whole book fiasco got you down. Leblanc fuckin' humiliated you at that tribunal."

Belinda seems to weigh her options before snatching the last remaining shot, and joining the group as you all toss it back. She releases a hyper sound, whooping like a sports fan as the clear, burning liquid enters her system for the first time in years.

"Yeah, Dr. Brown!" You cheer, signaling for another round. Round after round, with fruity cocktails in between, even Lee and Neal find themselves more buzzed than planned, but you're still stone-faced. Dr. Brown wavers on the cusp of belligerent and blackout.

You and Lee step outside to have a cigarette, mostly to escape the overwhelming nature of a drunk Dr. Brown.

"Did you really have a drinking problem?" Lee asks, wanting to dissect how much of your monologue was just a performance.

"Shit, I think I have a drinking problem right now," you joke. "Nah, that was all bullshit." He bursts into laughter, impressed by your quick-witted nature.

"Sure wasn't hard to convince her, huh?" Lee gestures to the door where a drunken Principal Brown terrorizes the locals.

"Not at all. She was basically grabbing the glass while I was still talking."

"I really appreciate your help, Y/N," he speaks softly. "Gamby's a fucking idiot, there's no way we'd make it this far if it weren't for you."

"Thanks, Lee," you smile with pride. You look down at your hands as a thick silence grows between you. "The other day, when you were late to work, did you really have something to do, or was it an elaborate rejection? I've learned you're pretty elaborate."

Lee sighs.

"Y/N, I'm newly divorced. My wife left me one day... Unexpectedly." He knows that's a lie and he's pretty sure you know that too. "I was paying my lawyers, filling out paperwork." He shrugs, waving his hand around as if to dismiss the matter.

"Okay, yeah, sure. Except you can do all of that over your phone nowadays." You lean against the railing outside the bar.

"I know, I just-" he searches for anything to say besides admitting it scared him to pursue you so quickly.

"So you could've had a drink with me after all," you smirk, reading his hesitation. Understanding his explanation, even if you've never been in that situation.

"Guess so," he mirrors your smile, slowly drawing closer and closer to you. Before either of you are aware, you're nearly pressed against each other. Lee's chest rises and falls at a rapid rate and you watch his eyes dance back and forth from your eyes to your lips. Your face feels hot and the heat only grows more intense until you finally close the gap, pressing your lips to his.

His well-tended hands wrap around your body, pulling you closer to him, and deepening your kiss. You reach your arms around the back of his neck, resting them there comfortably as your heads move in sync, albeit sloppily. Lee's grasping at any part of you he can, pulling you as close to him as possible. Your breathing quickens and a small moan escapes your mouth until you hear something strange and pull away.

"Lee."

"What?" He sounds annoyed to have lost contact with your mouth.

"Did you just hear Belinda say a slur?" You squint as if it'll help you hear better. At that moment, the door flies open and Brown is quite literally thrown out the door, Gamby close behind.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, Gamby!" Lee exclaims, laughing maniacally at Brown's physical state.

"Oh, fuck. My purse is inside!" You run to the door and beg for them to let you inside just to grab your belongings. They're hesitant, but after seeing you so coherent, they let you in to recover your things, demanding that you leave right after. You show no protest and quickly make your getaway as promised.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, you scan your surroundings for your group, more importantly, Lee. They're a few blocks down the sidewalk doing something you're not close enough to decipher. As you speed walk up to them, you realize Dr. Brown is standing on top of a cop car and...

"Is that bitch pissing on that cop car?" Your jaw drops.

"Fucking pig!" Belinda chants as she urinates down the windshield of the police cruiser. Lee makes sure to gather every bit of evidence he can, while Gamby stands off to the side, looking a little guilty. You understand his empathy, but you crave Lee's approval over social acceptance and that's just something you've come to terms with. Maybe you're not so far off from him on the crazy scale.

Right after her golden shower, Principal Brown passes out, tumbling down the front of the cruiser.

"Oh, shit!" Gamby runs to help her up.

"Cut me out of that shit, I want no part in it," you point to Lee with a serious expression.

"I need to get her home, ASAP." Gamby says, helping her to her feet.

"I'll drive Lee home. You get her to a bed." You shake your head, leaving the men to help Dr. Brown to Gamby's car. You jog over to your own vehicle in the dark corner you parked in and fumble with your keys, finally feeling your buzz. Worst timing ever.

"Let's see that purse," an unfamiliar voice speaks from behind you. You turn around with a raised brow and see a tall, skinny man in a hoodie, hiding his facial features. In the shadows, you can still see his pale hands as he lunges toward you.

"What the fuck?!" You attempt to fight the man off as he tugs on the strap of your purse. He wrestles it off your shoulder and the two of you play a sort of tug of war. "Fuck off!" You scream, echoing through the parking lot.

"Was that Y/N?" Lee's head pops up from the car he's helping Belinda into.

"I heard it too," Neal scans the parking lot.

"Let go!" You wail, out of sight. Neal rummages through his center console and then takes off toward the sound of your voice. Lee's not far behind, squinting his eyes to attempt to see further into the darkness. "I swear to fucking God when I get my concealed carry license switched over-"

"Hey!" Lee's voice booms across the lot as they close in on you. The man quickly releases your back, causing you to jerk and stumble backward, falling to the ground with a hard thud. Lee runs to your aid while Neal, broken out in a full drunken sprint, hunts down the assailant and bashes him once in the back of the head with his brass knuckles.

"Hey, you okay?" Lee kneels beside you, placing a soft hand on either side of your face, searching you for wounds. "Did he hurt you?" He asks with an eccentric amount of worry.

"No, dude. He couldn't even get the bag out of my hands," you break into a laugh and he joins you, just from the relief of seeing you okay. Eventually, Neal returns with his brass knuckles ever so slightly bloody. It was less about defending you and more about getting to use his new brass knuckles.

"The thief has been taken care of," Gamby says with his eyes narrowed.

"Mr. Gamby, did you just kill that man?" You ask, shocked.

"No, but I could've." He walks away without another word, heading out to drive Dr. Brown home. You climb into your driver's seat and Lee slips into the passenger side. It's quiet for just a moment before you speak up.

Maybe it's the alcohol and adrenaline talking, but you do very little to stop it. You bite your lip before finally speaking up.

"Lee?" He looks at you, buzzed and smiling. "Do you want to come back to my place?"

(Part 4 coming soon!)

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[cheynovak]

Kiss and make up

Russell x Y/N girlfriend

Summary: Russell is a little too at ease and relaxed in his new relationship with Y/N giving another girl a compliment that automatically makes Y/N a little insecure.

Warnings: none

English isn't my first language

Please do not copy my work. Likes/Comments/Sharing are appreciated.

Thank you @jackles010378 for sharing this picture 📸

Russell had always been the playful type. From the moment we started dating, he took immense joy in teasing me, finding my reactions amusing. Today had started no differently, the usual banter flying between us as we strolled down the busy street.

"Ooh I tried those jeans before." I said while looking at the pair in the window of the store. "Didn't do much for my figure unfortunately. But they are so cute."

Russell seemed uninterested and looked inside the store. But then, he made that comment—casual, offhand, about a stunning sales woman, with long legs and effortless beauty, but most importantly... half my size.

"Works for her. Shows her ass nicely." He nodded inside. My eyes followed his.

It was like a switch flipped inside me. I didn’t respond. Not a word. I just kept walking, feeling a sudden heaviness in my chest, the weight of my insecurities crashing down on me. My thoughts spiraled—was I not enough? Was he admiring her because I couldn’t compare? I knew better, deep down, but emotions don’t always listen to reason.

Russell, oblivious, kept chatting, his laughter and jokes filling the silence I maintained. He didn’t notice I was pulling away—until we got home.

As soon as the door closed behind us, the change in my mood hit him. I dropped my bag on the floor and headed for the kitchen, avoiding his eyes, the tension radiating off me in waves. There was a moment of quiet before I heard his footsteps behind me. "Hey, babe," he called softly, his voice shifting from carefree to concerned. "What’s wrong?"

I stayed silent, pouring myself a glass of water, the cool liquid not doing much to soothe the heat in my chest. He frowned, watching me, and then realization dawned. I could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t stupid—he could read me better than anyone else, and he must have replayed the day in his head because he finally got it.

“Oh,” he said softly, a hint of guilt creeping into his tone. “That comment. You know I didn’t mean anything by it, right?”

I didn’t look at him. Instead, I turned away, busying myself with anything but him. His teasing had always been lighthearted, harmless. But today, it hit a nerve. I wasn’t mad, just... hurt. And I knew he hadn’t meant to, but that didn’t make it feel any less real.

He sighed, stepping closer, and I could sense him trying to figure out how to fix this. "You know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, right? I only have eyes for you," he murmured, trying to break the ice.

When I didn’t respond, he moved in front of me, bending slightly so I had no choice but to see him. "Baby, I meant if she could pull it off so can you."

That’s when he pulled that face. The one he knew I could never resist. His lips pressed together, forming an exaggerated pout, his eyes wide with a mix of fake sadness and amusement. His attempt to look contrite was almost comical, and he knew it. He was daring me to stay mad.

“Come on, don't be mad” he whined playfully, his lips still in that ridiculous pout. “Kiss and make up?”

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to give in too quickly, but I could already feel my resolve slipping. He leaned in even closer, “Please? I won’t stop until you smile. You know you want to… You can't resist this baby.”

I couldn’t help it—a small chuckle escaped before I could stop myself. He grinned at that, his face lighting up in triumph. “There it is!” he exclaimed, dropping the pout and pulling me into his arms.

He wrapped me up in his warmth, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to my forehead.

His arms tightening around me. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, babe. You’re the only one I see, I had no idea it would make you insecure. You're so confident all the time. Besides I love those curves,."

I sighed into his embrace, finally letting go of the tension that had been sitting between us. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” I mumbled against his chest.

“Maybe, but at least I’m your idiot"

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[ihaznoclue]

Hello again! If possible, can I request a reader x Lycaon where the reader has to deal with him being openly flirted with all the time. I've seen this happen in game so much and it makes me wheeze. 😂💖

Thank you again for your time! I truly love reading everything you have written! It's so cool to see how much you have been putting out!!!

Oh I never noticed, but like seriously who wouldn't flirt with him, He's so gorgeous <3 Also thank you so much love <3 I can't believe I posted like over 60 posts already and I feel like I just started yesterday TwT I appreciate the respect and the love everyone has been giving me <3 I think writing my stuff on tumblr was the best choice I ever made at this point

Pairings -> Von Lycaon x Reader

Warnings -> Nothing just Lycaon getting flirted at

Note -> Reader getting jealous because some random girls flirting with their boyfriend but Lycaon comforts his partner, reminding them that he's theirs

Genre -> Fluff

Von Lycaon

This was never a new thing that had happened today, today was a perfect day as you forced Lycaon to get out of the mansion for a bit

But he insisted that he should clean and do his work but you didn't let him as you both were now walking around the park, it wasn't that far from the mansion but you also wanted to go to Lumina square to shop a little

Lycaon agreed as he needed a few things anyways so you both agreed. You both were now crowded with beautiful views as well as building, hearing the chatter of people and their footsteps

Look like it was quite busy today, but that wasn't going to stop you from getting your things you wanted

"Um excuse me" You heard a girl's voice behind you and Lycaon, It had seemed that she was only looking at Lycaon, while she ignored you

Your eyebrows furrowed, Lycaon looked confused. "Yes, young lady" He spoke, which made the girl smiled

"I just wanted to say that you look gorgeous and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?" The girl insisted but was too dumb to realized that Lycaon had a partner already

"Excuse me for my rudeness but I do not plan on hanging out with a stranger" Lycaon spoke as he cleared his throat

"But we don't have to be strangers anymore~ We can become close if you like" She flirted

Okay that was enough, you stepped in just before Lycaon was about to speak

"Listen here, Lady. This wolf Is my boyfriends, and If you can't see that, Than you need to get glasses. Leave us only. Thank you" You then rolled your eyes as you dragged Lycaon with you

Hearing the girl groaned as she stomped away, "Name, That's wasn't very nice-" Lycaonw as cut off

"Ah uh, nope. No one flirts with my man, not even in front of me" You spoke

Looks like you were quite passionate to have Lycaon all to yourself huh?

But he wasn't complaining

This is not proof read because I'm tired

-A<3

[tomssexdoll]

Okay so,

Tom had just got home from a concert and it did NOT go well. Y/N was trying to talk to him because she's a very talkative person and he likes that but to, he yelled at her. That put her in funk for the rest of the day and when Tom calms down and tries to be all lovey dovey with her, she denys it.

That's all I could come up with! Okay thank you love you bye. (I've may or may not got that from a c.ai bot...)

yes pookie ofc

Moody

PAIRINGS: Tom 2007 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom yells at Y/N after talking his head off after a shitty concert, later he tries to get all lovey dovey with her but she rejects it. Later on, after Bill knocked some sense into him he came to her, frowning and apologsing A/N: moody tom WARNINGS: light yelling

"Hey baby!" I smiled and hugged Tom tightly, squeezing his tall frame in my arms, he just flashed a quick smile and entered the tour bus, a little bit of attitude lingering on him.

I chuckled at him being moody, yapping his head off as I usually did. Little did I know he was in a foul mood, the concert didn't go that well, mics breaking, guitars being faulty but in the end it worked out so I didn't think it had still affected Tom.

Usually Tom loves when I talk but I guess not today.

I kept on talking to him, clinging onto his arm. I couldn't tell that he was getting agitated, jaw clenching and face hardening. Then he finally snapped, turning around and screaming in my face, "will you ever shut the fuck up? Oh my god you are so annoying!" he grunted "I can't get peace and quiet after a shitty concert, not one ounce of quiet!" he continued to yell, shaking me softly.

My eyes widened, Bill interviening, "hey hey hey, there is no need to yell at her, she was just trying to cheer you up" Bill confronted Tom, scolding him.

I just walked off, tears welling up in my eyes. I locked myself in one of the bedrooms, sobbing on the bed, hurt from his kniving words. I heard Tom continue to complain, about anything he could, the guys continuing to scold him.

I hear Georgs soft voice at the door, knocking. I opened it and welcomed him in, his hand caressing my back and comforting me, reminding me it's not my fault and how he is being an asshole.

For the rest of the day I avoided Tom, being quiet and keeping to myself, his fit early on set me into a mood as well. When it came time for bed I watched as he walked in, eyes staying on me.

I just rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, reading my book to avoid any kind of conversation with him. I felt the bed dip and his comforting arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in.

"Cmere baby.." he kissed my neck, hands slipping down to my stomach and softly caressing it, I just ignored his pathetic attempts and continued to read, paying no mind to him.

He sighed, "cmon baby" he kept nibbling and kissing on my neck, trying anything to get my attention. I grunted "Im reading, isn't this what you wanted, peace and quiet?" I ripped his arms off me, storming off outside and into Bills room.

Bill looked up at me, a confused look on his face. I sighed, "Tom thinks he can get away with what he did before, not even a sorry, nothing" Bill scoffed "he really is an asshole isn't he, stay here I'll talk to him" he grunted, getting up and rushing into our shared room.

I could hear yelling coming from the other room, the walls being paper thin. Then 5 minutes later it stopped and Tom appeared in the doorway, a red mark on his cheek.

He walked towards me and sat down, his head low. "I'm sorry baby...I didn't mean to yell at you like that" he frowned, keeping his hands to himself to not upset me any further.

I sighed and hugged him, even thought he could be an asshole sometimes I still loved him, I knew it was just a heat of the moment thing and he didn't mean it, he just needed to cool down.

"And I'm sorry for not apologising earlier.." he sniffled, I smiled softly, surprised I didn't need to remind him about that.

"It's ok schatz..just stop being an asshole" I giggled, pulling back and wiping a tear from his face. He smiled and grabbed my hand, leading me back into the bedroom with an angry Bill.

"Did you slap my poor baby?" I glared at him, Bill chuckled, "he deserved it" before walking out and heading back to bed.

I sat on Toms lap, comforting and babying him for a while before we went to bed and of course Tom cuddled up to me, holding me tightly.

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[gojoux]

『 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 』

· Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

· Summary: You'd never imagine your boyfriend would sulk over a shaved ice. He wants the same flavor, but with different colors.

· CW: 1.5k // Fluff. Gojo being dramatic.

Inspired by this / this. Gojo being canonically called Ojisan (annoying uncle/old man) is just so funny 😭

It's the time of summer, and the weather is particularly hot today. You turn the air conditioner on in the bedroom, setting it at the coldest temperature, before you walk outside and close the door, letting the coolness fill the room until you come in again later to chill with your boyfriend.

“Satoru,” you call out to him who is sitting on the living room's couch. His body is plopped lazily on the couch, manspreading with his arms propped on the arm rest. He's wearing a thin material t-shirt with shorts, and his hair is messy.

Gojo turned his head for a while when he heard your voice to greet you back. “Hey, darling. What can I do ya for?” He reaches for the television remote, intending to put something on, but then changes his mind.

“Actually, why don't we do something else? It's too hot to sit in front of this thing.” He adjusts his glasses, which seem to have slipped down his nose a bit, and leans his head back against the couch to get comfortable.

“So, I've been thinking...” You walk behind the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, and look down at him as he looks up at you. “You wanna know?” 

He grins at you as you wrap your arms around his neck, “Mhm,” he nods excitedly. “I absolutely wanna know.” He holds your hands that are placed on his chest, squeezing them softly. “Tell me what's on your mind.”

Your eyes can't help but be focused on his moist lips. “Can you give me a kiss first?” You grin as you lean down closer to his face. His smile widens at your request. “Anything for my baby.” He reaches a hand up to your cheek as he leans up to kiss you. 

His lips taste sweet, and it's so soft when it's pressed against yours. He nibbles your bottom lip before pulling away, letting his lips linger longer and his eyes slowly open.

He relaxes his head on the couch's backrest, his eyes looking up at you with its familiar shine. “Now, tell me, what are you thinking about?” His hand doesn't leave your cheeks, caressing your skin gently with his thumb.

The sweet taste of his lips reminds you of what you're supposed to say earlier. “How about we go outside to buy some shaved ice cream?” You suggest. Gojo is probably the biggest sweet tooth you've ever met, and you know that for sure he would never refuse an offer that has anything to do with sweets.

His expression brightens up. “Shaved ice cream?” You nod, “Yes. While we wait for the room to cool up.” Your hand caresses his chest slowly in his hold. “You're up for that?” You ask the obvious.

“Heck, yeah!” He says immediately, jumping up from the couch and grabbing your hand. “I could eat a whole mountain of shaved ice, it's too damn hot today.” He gives your hand a squeeze.

“I will also eat whatever flavor you'll choose for me because I love you. Aren't you lucky?" He playfully stuck his tongue out at you, but there is truth underneath his tone.

He pulls you towards the door with his hand holding tight on yours. “Come on,” he grabs his wallet on the way out before opening the door.

“We're going out like this?” You ask, glancing at our ‘summer-themed’ home clothes. Satoru stops in his tracks, seeming confused that you would ask such a question. “Yeah, why not?”  

“We're just going to get ice cream. No one will care what we're wearing. We'll be back before you know it.” He looks at you with an amused expression, waiting for you to agree. He doesn't seem bothered by the idea of going out in his home clothes.

“Right.” You put on your slippers before walking out with him to the nearest ice cream shop.

“What's wrong?” You ask him as you eat the shaved ice cream. He puts his spoon down and crosses his arms, leaning back on his seat as he stares at his shaved ice and your own.

“Nothing, nothing,” he says quickly. But his tone is a bit off, and his eyes don't meet yours. He looks down at his bowl again, taking a couple of quick, big bites in an attempt to hide whatever is bothering him.

After a long time of knowing him, you know that by his expression, he's not upset. Rather, he's sulking.

“Satoru.” You say his name sternly, demanding him to express his thought which causes a sudden change of mood in him, since he was all excited just for a shaved ice before. He looks the other way when you stare at him like that.

“It's just that...” He trails off, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. “I don't want this syrup...” His voice is quiet, almost like a mumble.

“You don't want this one?” You ask to make sure what he really meant. He's pouting over syrup on his shaved ice.

Gojo shakes his head, still looking down at his bowl. “Yeah, that's it,“ he says, his voice gets quieter by the end.

He pauses for a short moment, thinking, then seems to come to a decision. Without looking up at you, he reaches out a hand to take your bowl. “Here, let's trade.” He holds his own out to you, still not looking at you.

“Whoa, whoa,“ you hold onto your bowl, ready to defend what's yours. At this point, both of you are acting like a child all over again. “You're the one who told me to choose the flavor for you.”

He's still sulking, and he's looking at you pleadingly right now. He really knows how to pull out a stunt that could shake your resolve.

“It's not that...” He trails off again. You let out a sigh, reaching your spoon to scoop on his shaved ice to try it, wondering what's the big deal of the different syrup anyway. “It tastes the same...? Well, almost.” You raised a brow at him, wondering what is the actual problem here.

“It does taste the same, but...” he looks down at his shaved ice bowl, almost glaring at it. “I want that color...” He looks at your bowl.

“What?” You ask again, leaning you face closer to him, not quite sure on what he's implying. “It's the color.” He answered quietly.

“The color?” You look at him in disbelief. “So, that's what the problem is? The color?” You repeat yourself, you can't believe what you just heard.

Gojo sighs heavily. “Listen, it doesn't matter that it tastes the same,” his gaze doesn't meet your eyes. “The color matters to me, okay? The flavor is slightly different too. I can feel it.”

He says this with complete honesty as if he thinks this is justification for his being so particular. He's still leaning back on his seat with crossed arms. Still sulking.

Gojo stole a glance up at you, hoping you would give in. “Well... it's like, the color impacts the flavor in a way.”

You were too stunned, you even stopped chewing the shaved ice in your mouth, letting it melt until you cough a bit when you choked on the melted flavored ice.

You really can't understand how exactly his mind works right now.

But you can definitely say one thing. Your man is adorable.

“Okay, okay, have mine.” You switch your bowl with him. “Such a spoiled baby.” You mumble under your breath, which he doesn't seem to care with the way his eyes locked on your bowl of shaved ice like it's a rare treasure, and a wide grin appears on his face as you give him your bowl, immediately digging in after saying, “Thank you for the food,” with no hesitation.

He makes a little sound of appreciation as he takes a bite, then another. He closes his eyes as he chews, enjoying the delicious taste of the shaved ice.

Your eyes are on him as you eat your own in silence, completely baffled by what you just witnessed.

If you don't know better, you would have laughed and smacked anyone on the face when they say that the man who is sitting right in front of you, enjoying his shaved ice cream and sulking over the color of the topping like a child, is the strongest sorcerer alive right now.

But here you are, dating a man-child who enjoys being spoiled and also spoils you like no other.

When he's done, he gives another deep sigh, looking happier than he has all day. “Thank you, darling,” he says with a smile, touching your cheek. “Just what I needed.”

“Ah, yes, of course. A trade of similar flavored shaved ice.” You answer him with a playful eye roll. “You're an angel, you know that?” He ignores your remark as rests his cheek on his hand on the table, staring at you with his usual playful smile while you eat.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You finish the remaining ice that's already melted from the bowl. “No trading over a colored syrup next time.”

“Awww, don't be like that.” He gives you another pout and his index finger poking your cheek repeatedly. “You want more?” Without waiting for you to answer, he stands up and walks towards the counter to order two more shaved ice.

This one's not supposed to be my first fic here, but I can't resist after seeing Gege's summer diaries doodle story 😆

[oldiesstationlover11607]

HIII BESTIEEE!!!

If you’re open to the idea of writing a Joseph!Reader x Josh enemies to lovers where reader has always loved hanging around the boys playing music and wants so hard to fit in with them but Josh is always pushing her away and doesn’t want her to join the band (because he knows he can’t have her cause she is Tyler’s sister 👀👀)

Tyty I can’t wait to see what you do with this !!!

Pushing me away - Josh Dun x Joseph!Reader

Warnings: Angst lol but it ends in fluff

Word Count: 3057 - long for you bestie

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! I low key love writing sibling fics for tøp! Can't wait for your next request :)

It all began when Tyler, Josh, and I hit the road for their summer tour. I had only known Josh for a few months, but Tyler managed to convince our mom to let me tag along, claiming it would be a “learning experience”—something about getting a firsthand look at the music industry. I wasn’t going to argue. Since their first garage practice, I’d been sneaking into every jam session, wanting to be part of the music, part of their world. But on tour, it quickly became clear that one thing stood in the way of that dream. One irritating, maddening, nearly six-foot-tall roadblock: Josh.

Tyler was obsessed with him. Josh this, Josh that—his best friend, his bandmate, practically his shadow. And at first, I was excited too. I'd always admired Josh’s talent from a distance, the way he made drumming look effortless, how he could light up a room with a laugh or a silly face. But up close, I quickly realized that something wasn’t right.

Every time I tried to hang out with them, Josh would find some subtle way to push me away. It started with little things, like asking me to grab something from the van while they set up. But then it escalated. “Oh, Y/N, you should check out the local sights!” or “Why don't you explore the city today? We’ll catch up later.” Every single time, like clockwork, I found myself alone, wandering streets I'd never been to, while Tyler and Josh bonded without me.

Today was no different.

“Y/N, can you grab some coffee? I heard there’s this amazing spot just down the street,” Josh asked, barely looking up as he spun a drumstick in his hand, cool and effortless. Tyler was sitting on the floor, adjusting some tracks on his laptop, completely oblivious. I had been curled up on a chair, humming along to Tyler’s chords, holding his ukulele while they ran through ideas for the night’s setlist.

I blinked, the weight of disappointment settling deep in my chest. “Uh… sure, I guess.”

The words tasted bitter. I had been so excited for this particular stop on the tour. I’d even highlighted it on my phone calendar, dreaming of watching them work together, getting a glimpse of what it felt like to be part of the music. But instead, I’d been reduced to the role of glorified coffee runner.

I set Tyler’s uke down, grabbed my wallet, and headed for the door, my footsteps heavy as I left the practice space. The sun was just barely beginning to heat up the sleepy city streets. It was early, too early for the ache of rejection that pulsed through me. But I didn’t want to make a scene. Not here. Not with Tyler watching.

The coffee shop was cute, at least. Small, with mismatched furniture scattered across the floor. The walls were painted in warm, inviting shades of cream and teal, with a bright pink neon sign in the shape of a coffee mug glowing behind the counter. I couldn’t help but smile at it. Neon signs were kind of my thing. Tyler and I had even turned it into a game—spotting them along the way to each city. I loved how they glowed against the dark, offering a bit of light when everything else felt dim.

I ordered the coffee and leaned against the aquamarine wall, waiting for the drinks to be ready when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked the screen: Mom.

“Hey, Ma,” I greeted, forcing a bit of cheer into my voice.

“Honey! How’s the tour? Are you having fun?” Her voice was filled with so much warmth, I almost felt guilty. I knew she was thrilled that Tyler and I were getting to spend this time together, and I didn’t want to crush that hope.

“It’s… good,” I lied, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

“Are you with the boys? Can I say hi to Tyler?”

My heart sank. “I’m, uh… grabbing coffee for them. They’re back at the venue,” I explained, trying to sound casual.

She hesitated. “Why aren’t you with them?”

I swallowed hard. “Josh—well, Josh’s been kind of… weird. Keeps finding ways to get me to leave them alone, I guess.” It sounded ridiculous now that I said it out loud.

Mom sighed softly, her voice gentle but firm. “Tyler mentioned something about that. He’s noticed, honey.”

Of course, he had. Tyler was always perceptive, probably more than I ever gave him credit for. “I just don’t get why Josh doesn’t like me. I’ve tried everything to fit in, but it’s like he’s always looking for ways to push me out,” I admitted, my frustration finally spilling over. “I just want to be part of what they’re doing. It’s like—like I don’t belong.”

Mom was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “Sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not about you. Sometimes… Boys are complicated. Maybe he’s just overwhelmed with the tour.”

I wanted to believe her, but I knew there was more to it. The way Josh would look at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. How his jaw would clench whenever I tried to be close to them. There was something else. Something he wasn’t saying. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I clutched the phone tighter. I didn’t know how to tell my mom what it really felt like—how every glance Josh gave me felt like a dagger, cutting through any hope I had of fitting in. But I couldn’t admit that. Not yet. 

“I guess,” I murmured, though I knew deep down there was more to it. Something Tyler hadn’t seen, something I couldn’t quite figure out. 

Mom’s soft sigh echoed through the line. “Give it time, Y/N. Things will get better. And don’t be afraid to talk to your brother about how you’re feeling.”

“I’ll try, Ma.” It was all I could promise. The barista called my name, and I pulled the phone away. “Gotta go, the coffee’s ready.”

“Okay, honey. Be safe. Love you,” she said, her voice warm and encouraging.

“Love you too,” I replied before ending the call.

I grabbed the drinks and started back toward the venue, my mind swirling with questions. Josh had always been distant, but now it felt like there was something heavier weighing on him whenever I was around. Maybe it was the tour stress like my mom said, but maybe… it was something else.

By the time I reached the venue, my hands were trembling slightly. I hated feeling like this—like I was always walking on eggshells, like I didn’t know where I stood. The sound of Tyler and Josh talking drifted out of the practice space as I pushed open the door.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Tyler grinned, walking over to grab his coffee. He gave me a quick side hug, as if he could sense the unease hanging around me.

“Yeah, no problem,” I mumbled, trying to focus on the warmth of Tyler’s brief hug instead of the way Josh was staring down at his drumsticks, avoiding eye contact altogether. It wasn’t unusual. He always found a way to look through me instead of at me.

I handed Josh his coffee without a word, forcing myself to keep my expression neutral. He muttered a quick “thanks” under his breath, still refusing to meet my gaze. The silence that followed stretched uncomfortably between us, broken only by the faint buzz of Tyler’s laptop in the background.

This was becoming unbearable. Every moment around Josh was like this—tense, awkward, like we were circling something neither of us wanted to confront. And I was tired. Tired of being the one pushed away. Tired of pretending it didn’t hurt every time Josh found another excuse to distance himself. 

Tyler was busy adjusting his laptop, his face focused on the screen as the next track queued up. I glanced over at Josh, who was tapping his drumsticks on his knee, a subtle frown creasing his forehead.

Suddenly, Josh stood up, muttering something about needing air before heading toward the door. My heart clenched. If I didn’t say something now, I wasn’t sure when I’d get another chance.

Tyler barely looked up from his screen. “Josh’ll be back. He just does this sometimes,” he said, more to himself than me.

But I wasn’t waiting for Josh to come back. I was done waiting.

I stood up, ignoring the fluttering nerves in my stomach, and followed Josh out the door. The bright afternoon sun hit me as soon as I stepped outside, the warm air doing little to calm the rush of adrenaline flooding through me.

Josh was sitting on the curb, head tilted back, eyes closed, breathing deeply as if he was trying to calm himself. For a moment, I hesitated, but then the memory of him constantly pushing me away flashed in my mind, and I knew I couldn’t keep holding back.

“Josh,” I called out, my voice firm but shaky.

He opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder at me, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything as I approached, just watched me with that same guarded look he always wore.

I stopped a few feet away, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to keep myself from trembling. “We need to talk.”

Josh’s gaze flickered with something I couldn’t quite place—guilt, maybe, or frustration. He let out a long breath before responding. “About what?”

“About this,” I said, gesturing between us, feeling the weight of the tension in the space between us. “About you always finding ways to get rid of me.”

Josh dropped his head, staring at the ground like the cracks in the pavement were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “I’m not—”

“Don’t,” I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. “Don’t act like you haven’t been doing it on purpose. I’ve tried to be patient, tried to be understanding, but I can’t do this anymore, Josh. I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt.”

He flinched slightly at my words, his shoulders tensing as if they carried the weight of the world. For a moment, I thought he might ignore me, brush me off like he always did. But then he looked up, meeting my gaze with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“I’m not doing it to hurt you, Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice rough around the edges. “I’m doing it because I have to.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Why? Why do you have to push me away?”

Josh stood up then, running a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “Because you don’t belong in this, okay? You’re not supposed to be here. You’re Tyler’s sister—”

“And what, that means I can’t be a part of this band?” I cut him off, my frustration bubbling over. “That I can’t be around you guys? I’ve been with you since the beginning, Josh! I love music as much as you do, and I’ve worked hard to fit in with you two, but you keep acting like I don’t matter.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Josh said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “It’s not about you not belonging to the band. It’s about…” He trailed off, biting his lip, clearly torn between what he wanted to say and what he was willing to admit.

“What is it about?” I demanded, taking a step closer. “Because I don’t get it, Josh. If you don’t hate me, then why do you keep pushing me away?”

Josh hesitated, glancing around as if hoping someone else would swoop in and take over this conversation for him. When no one did, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

“It’s because I can’t… I can’t get close to you,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Tyler’s my best friend. I’ve known him for years, and I owe everything to him. If he thought for a second that I—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I can’t risk screwing that up.”

“Screwing what up?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else—something I wasn’t ready to name just yet. “What are you so afraid of?”

Josh’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, everything was laid bare between us. His carefully constructed walls, the distance he kept, all of it crumbled in the intensity of his gaze.

“I’m afraid of what happens if I let myself feel anything for you,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Because once I do, there’s no going back.”

His confession hung in the air, heavy and raw. I stood there, my breath catching in my throat, trying to process what he had just said. All this time, all the distance, wasn’t because he didn’t like me—it was because he did.

I blinked, trying to steady my breath as the weight of Josh's confession settled over me like a thick fog. All the moments I thought he was avoiding me, brushing me off—it wasn’t indifference. It was fear. Fear of something real, something he couldn’t control.

“You…” I started, my voice trembling. “You’ve been pushing me away because you’re scared of liking me?”

Josh's jaw clenched, and he let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “Not just liking you, Y/N. I already like you. I crossed that line a long time ago.” His voice was rough, like he was admitting something he never thought he’d say out loud. “It’s more than that. Once I let myself feel—if I let myself care—I don’t know if I can stop.” 

My heart raced, pounding in my ears as his words sank in. I took a shaky step forward, feeling the pull between us stronger than ever, the tension no longer something I wanted to fight.

“Josh,” I whispered, the space between us feeling impossibly small. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

He shook his head, his eyes locking onto mine with a look that was equal parts longing and regret. “Because you’re Tyler’s sister. He’s my best friend, Y/N. If something happens between us and it goes wrong… I could lose everything. The band, him—you.”

I felt my throat tighten. I knew what he was saying made sense in his head, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt. “But you’re already losing me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Every time you push me away, every time you find a reason to avoid me—it’s tearing me apart.”

Josh looked down, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “I know,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought it’d be easier if I kept my distance, but… it’s not. It’s killing me, too.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught me off guard. Josh, the guy who always seemed so in control, so confident, was unraveling right in front of me. And suddenly, I wasn’t angry anymore. I wasn’t hurt. I just wanted him to stop hiding.

I stepped closer, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from him, the tension crackling between us like electricity. “Then stop,” I said softly. “Stop pushing me away.”

Josh’s eyes flicked to mine, and for a second, I saw a flash of something raw and desperate in his gaze. “You don’t understand, Y/N. If I let myself have this—have you—I don’t know if I’ll be able to let go.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “Maybe you don’t have to let go.”

He stared at me, his breath shallow, like he was fighting every instinct to move closer. The air between us was charged, thick with everything we’d been holding back for so long. I could feel the pull, the gravity of what this moment meant. But Josh was still hesitating, still caught in the war between what he wanted and what he thought he had to do.

“Josh,” I whispered, reaching out and placing a hand on his arm. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I saw him tense under my touch. “You don’t have to be scared. We can figure this out—together.”

His eyes searched mine, his breathing ragged, and for a split second, I thought he might pull away again. But then, slowly, he reached up and cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek. The touch was so tender, so full of everything he hadn’t been able to say, and my heart felt like it might burst.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “But I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” I promised, leaning into his touch, my own fear melting away in the warmth of his hand. “I’m right here.”

For a moment, neither of us moved, the weight of everything hanging in the air between us. Then, almost like he couldn’t fight it anymore, Josh leaned in, closing the gap between us. His lips brushed mine, tentative at first, like he was testing the waters, but the second we connected, it was like everything else disappeared. The kiss deepened, and all the tension, all the longing we’d been holding back came crashing to the surface. I felt his hands move to my waist, pulling me closer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. It was everything I hadn’t let myself hope for—raw, intense, and real.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other’s. Josh’s eyes fluttered open, and the look in them nearly took my breath away. There was no more fear, no more hesitation. Just him—just us.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” he murmured, his voice hoarse but steady. “But I’m not running anymore. I can’t.”

I smiled softly, my heart swelling with something warm and unfamiliar—something I hadn’t let myself feel before. “Good,” I whispered, my thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “Because I’m not letting you.”

He let out a breathy laugh, the tension between us finally easing, replaced by something lighter, something hopeful. We stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the world around us fading into the background.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel like I was being pushed away.

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[simpyclown]

MEGUMI'S DAD CAN BE MY DADDY TOO

Toji.

Summary: toji comes home from a mission to see Megumi’s little friend on his house, holding a knife to his private parts.

wc.  3.741

warnings on the tags!

You always liked older men better than the ones your age. Even when you were a little girl and had a crush on your mother's cousin, the closest thing you had to an uncle, — even if he wasn't really related to you by blood. 

When you got to Jujutsu High you were basically in heaven, with all the old bastards roaming there. Nanami was the perfect daddy to ever dad, even if he never stayed long enough so you could try to strike up a conversation with him. 

Sighing, you kick a rock in the middle of the pavement, walking right beside Nobara and Megumi while Yuuji is the only one actually holding the older man's attention. 

You dressed as good as you could today, just because you heard Nanami was going to supervise your mission, and now he doesn't even look at you. 

“Hey” you whisper to Nobara, dragging her attention from her phone to you “my skirt isn’t that short, is it?” Is Nanami not looking at you just because you wore your skirt too short? Nah, that can't be right. 

Nobara pauses to check your backside and then chuckles. 

“Girl, you're almost showing your panties.”

You frown, looking down. We'll, yeah, you wore a miniskirt, but you're also wearing a dark pantyhose, so you can't be really showing anything. 

“Be serious!” You whine, shoving Nobara when you notice she's joking with you. “Nanami didn't even look at me!”

You can see from the side of your vision Megumi rolling her eyes, and Nobara just laughs loudly, putting an arm around your shoulders. 

“Babe, he won't look at a middle schooler, he's not an old perv.”

Nobara is probably right, he won't look at you even if you strip down to your lingerie, not while you're still under his supervision and his alumni. Fuck. 

“The good side is that I won't stay underage for much longer” you say, giving her a little smile “and when I get older, I will jump his bones so hard he won't even know what hit him.”

Nobara's laugh was so loud you couldn't hear Yuuji asking Nanami why he was so red in the face suddenly. 

*** 

The curse you had to exorcise was a nasty thing. Nothing really dangerous, just too difficult to get rid of, more like a fungus than a real curse. 

After all the hard work and tiredness, Nanami sent you all home to sleep and relax the day after, but you, being the older and wiser, suggested to your friends to have a drink. 

Normally you guys would just buy some sake and drink it in your dorms, but as you proposed, Megumi has a mean smile on her face.

“Let's go to my house,” he said, turning around and making all of you follow him “Father is not home this weekend, and he has a stack of alcohol he would hate if someone tampered with it.”

“You're so mean with Toji-san” Yuuji defends “he's cool!”

You don't know the man, you hear the name often and Megumi for all he curses his father, apparently has a good relationship with him, but you never really met the man. Maybe I heard his voice when Megumi called him sometimes. 

The only thing you know about Megumi's father is that he left him and his mother alone and disappeared on the face of the earth, returning just a few years back claiming he didn't know Mrs. Fushiguro was dead. 

“He pissed me off yesterday.” It's all Megumi says, shrugging, and you can't really complain about free food and alcohol. 

“Let's get wasted then!” You proclaim, taking Megumi’s arm and walking off. Nobara follows you two, while shaking her head and laughing at Yuuji's pout. 

*** 

You scoff at yourself while you try to reach the fucking cabinets on your friends house. All of them were already sleeping, dropping dead after three or four shots.

“Damn lightweights.” You curse, searching for some painkillers to give to them when they wake up. Knowing Nobara she will complain the instant she opens her eyes, and you will actually murder her if she wakes you up. 

You stop in your tracks when you hear the click of the door closing shut. You're pretty sure the person doing it didn't mean for you to hear anything, if the complete silence after that is something to go by. 

Any other person wouldn't hear it, not with the stuffing and searching around, but you're too attentive to your surroundings to not hear it. 

Cursing silently, you reach for the knife holder, picking up the biggest one there. Being pretty sure Megumi mentioned his father wouldn't be home for more four days and wondering who could have the keys to his house, or be bold enough to trespass, you walk slowly to the living room, wearing socks, your footsteps are muffled on the floor, but it doesn't mean you can't be cautious. 

Pointing the knife opposite to your body and squinting your eyes on the muffled lights, you finally reach the corner, you hide against it, looking carefully to see who it is. 

The shadow is too fast to evade, but you're fast enough to point the knife in a point sufficiently squishy to make the intruder pause. 

In a matter of seconds, a big hand is holding you by the throat against the cold wall. The force used to shove you against the cold wall is enough to steal your breath away. How the fuck could this person be so fast, when so big? You struggle against the hold, and while you couldn’t point the knife to this mysterious person's throat, you at least achieve to have it against his femoral artery. 

“Look at what we have here” the man murmurs, looking you up and down “I doubt a little thing like you would try to enter my house just to steal my clothes. Used ones, if I can see right in this light.”

You practically freeze at what the man says, because it starts to make too much sense in him being Mr. Fushiguro, even if he shouldn't be here until at least Thursday. 

Frowning, you look at his face attentively. The man is tall, almost a head taller than you, and his big hand doesn't allow you too much movement, but you can see the black hair and green eyes so fucking close to Megumi's tone to this man not be his dad. 

You lick your lips. Fuck, you hope he's an intruder, because this is too embarrassing. 

“Mr. Fushiguro?” Your voice doesn't tremble, but you're praying to whatever god exists that this man isn't actually Megumi's father.

The behemoth tilts his head, hair waving out of the way sufficiently to his piercing green eyes to look you up and down slowly, analyzing you very carefully. 

“That's me doll,” he hums, corners of his lips arching. “But who could you be?”

You let your head fall against the wall, big hand still holding your throat, but not pressing it more than necessary to make a threat, not damage. Closing your eyes in embarrassment, you muster courage to explain it to him. 

“I am Megumi's friend,” you say, opening an eye just to see the older man's reaction. “We ended a mission a few hours ago and decided to relax a little here.”

Licking your lips, you notice his hand loosening a little, not sufficiently for you to try to get out of your hold, just not to bruise. 

The man then flicks the lights, making your eyes sting with the clarity, while he looks you up and down again. 

“Heh,” he scoffs, letting you go and taking a step back “I can see that.”

It's with his tone that you remember the clothes you're wearing. Just a big white shirt Megumi had given you and socks to maintain your feet warm. Your hair is free, probably not really well-kept, pupils dilated from the drinks and sweat clinging to your skin because of the scare you had just now. 

You probably make a sight, just not for the reasons he assumes. You shake your head, eyes widening. 

“No, no. We were just having some drinks” You say, pointing to Megumi's bedroom “but they're already sleeping. I was actually searching for some painkillers for tomorrow, or they will be pouting and making noises very early, and I'll have to murder them because of it.”

You babble, first because you're embarrassed, second because you don't want him thinking you're Megumi's girlfriend or something, and third because Mr. Fushiguro is a sight.

Big broad shoulders, arms bulging when he crosses them in front of his large chest while he waits for you to finish. He has a mean looking smirk displayed on his mouth, a little scar in the corner of his lips making your cheeks warm. You usually don't blush, you're the one who likes to make others blush. 

You start to fiddle with the knife, eyes roaming through the sheer image the man makes using that compression shirt and fucking sweatpants. 

No one should be this hot using just those pieces of cloth. 

“Drinking?” He arches an eyebrow, amused. “Aren’t you too young to do that?”

You can't help but bark a laugh, rounding him to put the knife back in its place. 

“If I am old enough to kill those things, a few shots won't be too bad” You say, shrugging.

***

Toji looks at your back while you kneel to look at the bottom half of the cabinet. He's pretty sure the shirt you're using as a dress is his, and it's so big on you, it keeps dropping off and showing that soft smooth skin of your shoulder. 

He doesn't know what he did to piss Megumi again for him to try to drain his stack of whiskey again, but it probably is not bad enough if his son brings a little pretty thing like you to him, tempting him like that. 

When you bend down to reach the back of the cabinet, he almost chokes on the water he was sipping, killing time to ‘monitor’ you while you roam his things. Toji is pretty sure the slip thing of cloth you're using to cover your pussy can't be called a pantie. Not with how those soft and succulent lips are spillin’ out of it like that. 

“I think I may have put a bottle in the back” he grunts, voice starting to get rough. Toji couldn't help himself leaning his forearms on the counter, eyes glued to your pert butt and pretty pussy showing with the way his shirt is sliding up more and more while you stretch yourself to search. 

Toji is so distracted, he almost doesn't see you looking above your shoulder to see his reaction. When he finally feels your eyes on his face he looks up fast, eyes snapping to yours. You’re sporting a little smirk, smug expression as if you scored something.

He sees you licking your lips, back arching a little more, disclosing more skin than necessary with the stretch you do.

“Here?” You ask, hands invisible inside the cabinet, but he is pretty sure you're not searching anything anymore, not with the way your eyes shine with mischief. 

“It's a little packed up” Toji murmurs, mouth watering with the sight you make “I think you will have to search a little more.”

You nod, and shuffle more. Your head is already inside the cabinet while the rest of your body shakes with your movements. 

You bend your body sufficiently to the shirt you're wearing to pour around your waist, exposing your smooth bubble butt to him, and Toji can't help but chuckle. 

“Such a little bitch” he murmurs, rounding the counter to step behind you, eyes glued to the little thing you probably would call lingerie “showing yourself so shamelessly.”

You smirk to yourself, picking up the bottle just right when he grows tired of your teasing and bends down to touch you.

“Ah!” You exclaim, straightening your back and pulling the shirt you're wearing down. “Found it.” You hold on to his hand and use it to raise yourself to your feet, coming almost close to his chest. “Thank you for your help, Mr. Fushiguro.”

Toji smirk just widened at your attitude, the hand you were holding firmly securing yours, pulling your body to his until your chest pressed against his. 

He occupies his other hand, picking up the bottle from you and putting it on the counter. Then it snakes slyly to your back, grabbing your butt with a firm hold, his hand practically molding to your flesh.

“What do you think you're doing?” he chuckles, making your body heat up with the way it rumbles on his chest. “Teasing me, little minx.”

You shiver a little with the way he lets go of your ass just to put his big calloused hand on your thigh and raise the hem off your shirt, his shirt. Making goosebumps rise with the firm touch. 

You can't help how your body aches to be pressed against him, how your legs press against each other. Because this man is all your wet dreams pressed into a whole big and delicious package. A delicious, probably very tasty package who is actually the father of one of your best friends. 

Your breath hitch at the thought, and you feel your eyes widening. God, what are you doing? This man is Megumi's father. Cursing under your breath, you hold his wrist, the one attached at the wandering hand. 

“Mr. Fushiguro,” you murmur, looking up at the devilish grin he has, “You're Megumi's father.”

You say it more to remember it yourself than to reproach him, because while it can grate on your thoughts, is not something you're worrying about very much right now. Not with his big hands on your body and the smell of pure man on your nose. 

You don't know the cologne he uses, but fuck if it is not taunting you to just stick your nose on his neck and lick his skin. 

Mr. Fushiguro actually laughs at what you say, something deep and so sexy, his hand descending again to the curve of your leg, raising it up sufficiently to wrap it around his waist, and you almost melt at the attitude. 

He's too domineering, his actions are so fucking demanding you want to bend and expose yourself to him. Again. 

“Don't play coy with me right now, kitten.” he rumbles, hand patting your leg like he's saying ‘stay right here’. “Not when you were asking me to pound you just seconds ago.”

He grinds against you, hips buckling just a little, just sufficiently to show you what he felt with your teasing. You can't help but make a little noise on your throat, because he would feel so damn good inside you, you're sure. He feels so big, so damn large you have half a mind to drop on your knees and worship it right there. 

“I didn't ask you anything other than to show me the painkillers.” You argue, because you can be half drunk on alcohol and half drunk with pure lust, but your brain-mouth filter is still not functioning as it should. 

“No?” he asks, hands moving to both your arms, pulling them around his neck “and what exactly were you doing when you arched your spine like a whore, showing me your excuse of panties?”

You rest your forehead on his chest when his hands continue roaming until they reach your ass. He grabs it like he was craving, like he wanted to make you his personal ball of stress relief. His hard cock resting just against your belly, layers of clothes just preventing you from really feeling it against your skin. 

“It's not my fault you were looking at something you shouldn't.”

You hear the harsh slap before you can even feel it, the burning sensation catching you up just when you feel him caressing it right after. Your body reaction is almost instant, breath hitching and pussy clenching around nothing. 

“I now can understand why Megumi has been so mouthy recently” the man murmurs, nose caressing your cheek while you try to not rut your aching pussy against him. Every fucking action Fushiguro Toji takes goes directly to your pussy, making you react almost viscerally. “With a brat like you for a friend, how could he not?”

“I am just tellin’ the truth” you retort, your voice more breathy than anticipated “if I am a brat, then you're an old perv.”

The smack this time is hard enough to echo in the entire place, almost as loudly as your moan when he does that. Your muscles tighten around him, pulling him close, so you could hide your face on his chest when your hips start to rut against his. 

He chuckles something mean, while he holds you by the nape and pulls you off his chest just to see your expression, your reddened cheeks and glossy eyes. Even with this treatment you can't stop moving your hips, pussy dragging against his thigh, covered only with the tiny lacy panties you were wearing. 

The cloth drags against your very sensitive clit, and you always were a greedy girl, you need more and more, even when you can’t help but argue with him. 

“This smart little mouth” he grunts, thumb caressing your bottom lip so softly it almost drags a moan from you, and you can see the way his eyes are shining with something dangerous. “I should put it to good use, so you would stop being such a fucking brat.”

That earns him a little giggle, lips spreading in a little crooked smile even if his hand is holding your face, pressing your cheeks and making you look a little too young. 

You continue rolling your hips against him, because you can't stop yourself, but also he is still hardening, and you can't stop thinking how the fuck this is even possible. He's big, no, actually he is enormous. 

Maybe it's the size difference, or it could be the rough treatment, maybe even the way his eyes look at you like you were his prey, but it has a jolt of pure lust cursing through your body to pool down between your legs, pussy so wet you can almost feel it dripping down your legs. 

You smirk at him, hand trailing down to touch your drenched pussy. You're so, so wet right now, juices making your lacy panties cling to your lower lips, almost uncomfortable. 

With one finger you trace your clit, desperately biting your bottom lip, so your traitorous mouth wouldn't let any sounds while you hold Mr. Fushiguro's gaze.

You feel him tensing against you, hips rolling against your belly and if you would look down, you would see the wet spot his wiping cock is leaving on his sweatpants. 

“I think you like my mouth,” you say, humming when he sticks the thumb that was caressing your lip on your mouth, now caressing your tongue with the pad of his finger. 

His skin tastes salty, and you can't help but suckle on it as if it were the head of his cock, closing your eyes just with the thought of licking it. 

You're so wet your own fingers on your pussy are making the sluttiest noises, the little wet sounds resonating with your sweet whimpers and his fast breathing. 

“Greedy little slut” he hisses, hands descending to grab your ass so hard it probably will leave marks. He spreads you open, and it just makes you even wetter, pussy clenching, crying with loneliness “I'll feed this hungry cunt with my seed until it can't take it anymore” he growls, and you can't help yourself, you stick two of your fingers on yourself, pussy clenching around your fingers, but it's not enough, it's not the giant cock pressed against your belly. 

Toji eyes are focused on your face, on the way your mouth is open and letting out little whimpers just for him to hear, he can hear clearly your desperate fingers trying to reach on your sweet spot, wide eyes begging him to just bend you over the counter and fuck you like an animal.

And then you both hear a little sound coming from the second floor, and your eyes widen, blush deepening to your neck and running down, down, down, until it's covered by the shirt you're wearing. 

Toji wants to see where it goes. Unfortunately, you let go of him faster than he is capable, hands still holding and massaging your ass, but when he hears Megumi's steps descending the stairs he can't help but huff in frustration, letting you go slowly, but not before he pinches the side of your hip, probably leaving a bruise there.

He smirks at your frown, if it weren't Megumi he wouldn't even care about someone watching, but the brat is already mad for some reason, if he sees Toji fucking one of his friends he will probably flip. 

Still, he looks at your bitten lips, the way your hair is even more unkempt than when he got home, and then, he looks at your glistening fingers, drenched in your juices, and he chuckles, picking your hand up and shoving them in his mouth. 

“Fuuuck” he groans around your little digits, “You're so fucking sweet, kitten.” he whispers, tongue rolling around between your fingers, licking every little drop.

He bets your thighs are just or even more drenched in juice and his cock throbs at the thought. Toji wants to be inside you so fucking bad. 

Megumi calls your name, letters rolling out of his mouth awkwardly, and Toji notices he's probably still drunk. You seem to notice it too and faster than Toji could even stop, your fingers are out of his mouth, and you're on your knees, in front of him, face just inches of his cock right when Megumi rounds down the corner of the door. 

You put your little index finger in front of your lips, the universal signal for him to keep quiet, and he can't help, he shakes his head in amusement at the same time his abdomen clenches with pure desire. 

The cheek of this woman, he thinks to himself. How could Megumi bring to him someone just the way he likes? 

[teaberrii]

Relief

You get much more than you bargained for when you visit the newest doctor in town.

Baizhu/You

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3

This idea came to me so suddenly and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. So... HERE IT IS.

You are never a fan of visiting the doctor.

But after telling your friend about how bad your insomnia is getting, she “strongly recommends” you see the newest and, apparently, hottest doctor in town. You’ve heard about him. Tall. Mysterious. Handsome. Skilled. You raise an eyebrow at how she described him. He sounds like a male lead who walked out of a romance or erotic novel... and you cannot deny your curiosity. So, even though you always dread visiting the doctor’s office because of past experiences, you ultimately decide to try and see if this doctor is really as good and hot as everyone says.

As soon as you walk inside the clinic for your appointment, something about it already makes you feel at ease. Perhaps it’s the cool, calm colours of the wall. Or the soft hum of the music. Whatever it is, you’re not regretting it… so far.

“Hello.” A woman around your height walks up to you. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Yes.” Then, you give her your name.

She smiles. “Right this way.”

You follow the woman to a room at the back. She opens the door, and you see a man sitting at a desk. When he spins around, you meet a pair of snake-like eyes. He has a relaxed demeanour, something not too different from what you're expecting. Yet, despite his kind smile that unexpectedly makes your heart race, something about him feels off, and you don’t know why.

“Hello,” he says. Great. Even his voice is dripping like honey. He gestures for you to sit on the patient's bed. “Take a seat.”

As you do, the woman closes the door, and your hands start fiddling with each other. “Are you nervous?” he asks, eyes on your hands.

“Oh, um”—you stop fidgeting—“it’s a habit,” you say quietly.

“Don’t be nervous,” he chuckles. Then, he looks you in the eyes. “I won’t bite.”

His eyes are so entrancing that you forget to speak.

“So, what seems to be the problem today?”

His voice snaps you back, and you say, “I’m having trouble sleeping at night.”

“Is it stress, perhaps?”

“Well…” Your eyes land on a corner of the room.

“There are many reasons for insomnia, my dear.”

That’s a nickname you never imagined he would say.

“Stress… a poor environment… depression… have you talked to anyone else before me?”

You slowly look back and see him staring at you with that gentle smile. “No,” you say quietly. “But I’ve been looking things up online and trying different remedies, but nothing seems to work.”

“I see… What have you tried?”

So, you tell him about making tea, switching sleeping environments, changing your sleep schedule, and drinking less. But nothing has worked.

“Would you mind telling me when and how long your insomnia has been happening?”

You aren't surprised he asked this, but you wish he didn't. Well, at least you came prepared to answer the question.

"Um, well… I've been stressed lately. Both in my personal and professional life. And, I think it started when"—your face turns slightly red—"when I can't find pleasure in sex anymore." You're relieved when his expression doesn't change. Rather, he looks even more focused than before. "That has always relieved my stress and helped me sleep. But now it's just… frustrating."

“Did you have a partner?”

“My ex-boyfriend,” you say quietly.

“...I’d like to try something if you don’t mind.” You look at him curiously. “It’s a type of sensual massage.”

Did he just say… sensual massage? This is not what you signed up for. Rather, you’re expecting a doctor’s note for some medicine you probably never heard of.

“You… aren’t going to give me some weird medicine?”

He chuckles softly. “I could if that’s what you want. But my medicine tends to be quite bitter. Bitter than most. And”—he steps toward you and slightly leans forward—“I’d rather try something sweet on you.”

His low voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine. Good Lord. It’s only been fifteen minutes, and you’ve told this man more than you told your friend in weeks. You swallow thickly, your curiosity once again getting the best of you.

Then, before you can stop yourself, you say, “...Okay.”

"Of course, you're free to stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable," he reassures.

He grabs another pillow and gestures for you to lie on the bed. Once your head hits the pillow, you have one underneath your back. He puts one hand beside your head, and with that gentle, charming smile, he says, “Bend your knees, my dear.” You do so. Then, in a low whisper, “Now… open your legs for me.”

You can hear your heart hammering in your chest. Is it fear? Excitement? You can’t tell anymore. Your emotions are spinning round and round as he dims the lights. You hear his quiet footsteps approach you and feel the gentle touch of his hand brush your hair out of your face.

He moves behind you, and you close your eyes and hear him softly say, “Breathe in…” You do. “And out…” You do. "Now... close your eyes"—he once again watches you do as you're told—"and just feel."

His hands start warming up your shoulders and up to your neck. Your body is already relaxing despite the absurdity of the situation. It doesn't take long for him to move down, and you hear his footsteps beside you. You open your eyes and see he's looking at you, but his eyes are surprisingly… dark compared to the gold rim of his glasses. When his hand finds a clothed breast, you arch into his touch, getting lost in the way his fingers dance, knead, and pressure your bosom. The soft, breathy moan you let escape from those soft lips is everything he needs to hear.

You feel his other hand slide underneath your shirt. Slowly, he moves his hand up, the cool touch of his fingers sending a tingling shockwave throughout your hot body. He brings your shirt along until your bra is fully exposed in front of him. Your face grows warm, but the dark look in his eyes doesn’t change.

Instead, he leans over and asks, "May I, my dear?" As soon as you nod, he unclasps your bra from the front and puts it aside. Then, in a low voice, “You look absolutely beautiful.”

Your blush worsens when he cups your breasts in his hands and slowly moves his thumbs in opposite directions… until one of his hands gently squeezes a nipple while the other continues its gentle caress.

“Ah…” you sigh.

As he uses the pad of his thumb to circle a hardened nipple, he leans forward.

“How do you usually like it, my dear?” he asks lowly. “Soft? Or…” One hand suddenly gets needy… rough… as he squeezes…

“O-oh!”

…and fondles…

“Nngh…A-ah…!”

…like no one has before.

You feel something wet and see his tongue has replaced one of his hands. He looks up at you, his gaze almost daring you to tell him to stop. But that lustful look in your eyes is everything he needs to know. Your body arches as his tongue work wonders on your bosom.

Then, your eyes widen when you feel his hand massaging your inner thigh. A squeeze... and another... until he uses the heel of his hand to gently apply light, smooth strokes toward your pelvis. He stands upright and smiles at you as if admiring your flushed face.

As soon as you feel the pad of his thumb encircling your clothed sex, you gasp. He leans closer and closer until his face is inches from yours.

“I want you to do me a favour, my dear,” he says quietly. You allow him to take one of your hands and put it over a breast. “Touch yourself as I kiss you.”

It's then your lips are no longer yours. One kiss after another leaves you craving more… and more. You're glad you're lying down as you're sure your knees would give from the greedy, hungry kisses that show you're a woman to be desired, something your ex-boyfriend has never shown you before. As you fondle yourself while feeling the warm caress of his tongue, your other hand weaves its way into his hair, holding him in place. He gradually applies pressure on your sex, and you instinctively roll your hips into his touch.

More. You need more.

He stops kissing you as if reading your mind, and his lips curve into a slight smirk. You watch him move to stand in front of your open legs. He pulls off your bottoms, including your underwear. You hold your breath as he slowly massages your stomach and moves down until he's about to reach your sex.

You watch him oil his hands. Then, he starts with the outer lips, squeezing them gently with his thumb and index finger. You sigh in satisfaction when he moves to the inner lips and rubs them with his fingers.

As soon as he looks at you, you know he's taking it a step further.

“How do you want to be touched, my dear?” he asks. “Directly…?”

"Mmpth…" you sigh as he gently holds your clit. Then, he gives it a gentle tug, and you gasp.

“Or… indirectly?”

When you feel the tip of his finger circling your clit, your breathing turns heavy.

Clockwise.

“Ah…”

Counterclockwise.

You exhale deeply.

He goes harder.

“O-oh… yes…”

Slower.

“M-more,” you whimper.

He chuckles. “My… my dear. You’re so wet.” His dark gaze flashes toward you. “That’s a good sign.”

Slowly, he slides his middle finger inside and lightly pressures your walls at different points. As it gradually increases, you bite your bottom lip.

He smiles. “You’re too quiet. Should we fix that?”

He gently slides in his index finger and moves them in a come-hither motion at the top of your walls. Then, he applies more and more pressure until he moves his hand and arm up and down.

You've never been stimulated like this before. This feeling is as if your entire body is on fire. Then, feeling his lips on your inner thigh, you gasp and arch your body off the bed once more.

"Relax," he says softly, using his other hand to guide your body back down. "Just listen to my voice…." He flashes you a heated look as he continues working his fingers on your G-spot. "Do you know how hot you look right now, my dear? Face red… mouth open… eyes in a trance…" He slowly kisses further up your thigh. "It makes me want you… so. Fucking. Bad."

He suddenly applies so much pressure that you come on the spot. A long, loud moan leaves your lips as your sex releases the pent-up pleasure that almost feels foreign. Your body is still coming down from the high when he leans over and puts his hand over your heart.

“How do you feel now, my dear?”

You can’t find the words. You can only look at him as realization dawns upon you what had just happened. “I…”

He puts his finger on your lips. "Would you like me to show you how you made me feel?"

You allow his mouth to take you. Slow. Sensual. All those emotions you felt a moment ago come flooding back from this one kiss that feels so right that it proves every other kiss you had is wrong.

Then, he breaks away too fast, too soon. His gentle smile returns. “I hope you sleep better now, love.”

As he fully leans upright, you’re still lost in your emotions on how one visit to the doctor’s office has made you feel so wrong, so right all at once.

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[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chpr 16

⚠️ Erm, not sure what to tag this as...fluffy whump angst? Mainly fluffy!

Timeline starts as memory and ends in the present. Hope you enjoy!

💚💛👨‍🏫🚒🐦‍🔥

Night fell on Tracy Island, and Virgil flopped down onto the cool sheets of his bed. Training had gone well today, despite the odd hiccup; Tam taking to the jet-pack like a duck to water. Jonesy...well, he flew with all the finesse of a drunken penguin. Luckily, the med-scanner had reported no injuries, but for a bruised backside. The merciless ribbing (as to be expected from good friends) was decidedly more painful.

Virgil smiled.

Jonesy had just batted the jokes right back. The firefighter had a good sense of humour, and a thick skin - another vital trait in their line of work. It was like having a second Gordon about the place, which was in equal parts a blessing and a curse.

His piano, for starters; having been somewhat neglected since their guests arrived, had acquired a fine layer of dust. Gordon, of course, had wasted no time at all in scribing messages on its hood.

What's the difference between a piano and a fish? You can't tuna fish!

Jonesy had laughed way too hard at that; and just a few short hours later, another dad-joke (of equal cringe-worthiness) followed. Only, this time, the handwriting obviously not Gordon's.

Why did the GDF arrest Virgil?

Because he got into treble!

Virgil sighed.

"EOS, please can you add piano polish to the shopping list?"

*. *. * .

Virgil drew idle angel-patterns in the fresh bed linen; savouring the luxury of being able to starfish in his king-sized bed after training...well, they weren't really recruits anymore. They had all integrated so well with the family, that it was nice to think that he'd been training friends.

Mac...Mac was quite quiet; that was until he and Brains started chin wagging about Star Trek.

I mean, he liked Star Trek as much as the next person, but those two must have mastered the ability of breathing through their ears. He'd never seen Brains talk so much!

And though he often opted out of their tedious-Trek-talks; it was wonderful to see their resident engineer, and friend, so animated.

Virgil was roused from his thoughts by the strumming of a gentle Spanish folk song; the lilting melody drifting through his open balcony doors.

Someone was humming. By process of elimination; he knew it to be Tamara. It was a female voice, and he had heard both Grandma's and Kayo's over Comms enough times to know that it wasn't them. He padded quietly over to the balustrade, taking in the night air as the music played on.

It was a beautiful night; the father stretches of ocean so tranquil; the surface glittered with dark starlight.

Virgil rested his head on folded arms, watching the seafoam gather and fade along the shoreline.

Usually, all this beauty went unseen. After back-to-back rescues; he was lucky to see a glimpse of his pillow before sleep took him. He sighed contentedly, and the music suddenly stopped.

"Oh God! I had no idea anyone could hear me! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to keep you up!" Tam set the guitar aside with a musical thud.

"No, no, please! Play on! I was really enjoying that," Virgil leaned his head over the balcony.

"I'm really not that good. I-"

"How long have you been playing?" Virgil stalled her from disappearing back from her balcony and into her own room.

"Erm...ever since my mum passed, so that's...six years - but it's all self-taught," Tam flustered shyly. It was the first time Virgil had seen her out of her comfort zone.

"That's really impressive. And...I'm sorry about your mom. We lost our mother, Lucy, when we were just boys. Time doesn't make it any easier, does it?"

"No... but I guess, those who are lucky have, or find others to live for," Tam sighed pensively.

They both stood silently for a moment, lost in memory and deep in thought.

After a moment, Virgil gently cleared his throat.

"Do you like stars?"

"Stars?"

"Mmmm."

"Yes. I mean, especially here. They're so vivid and... ethereal!" Tam enthused.

"Well, if you can spare ten minutes; I'd love to share something with you. You can see it best from the Comms balcony," he gestured.

"Oh...I mean, sure?"

"You don't have to. It's nothing really. I-"

"No, no! I'd love to see," Tam assured, seeing that whatever he was referencing, held a great deal of meaning to him...whatever it was.

"Cool. I'll meet you up there in five."

*. *. *.

Tam found Virgil already waiting outside of the Comms room.

He greeted her with a genuine smile, before turning his face to the tapestry of stars in the near-midnight sky.

“Okay. I'm no John, but you can't have two spacecase brothers without learning a handful of constellations,” Virgil waved vaguely.

“Mmm. I bet.”

"Erm...Do you know many constellations?” he queried, not wanting to patronize another potential spacecase.

“Erm, well...that one over there's the North Star.” Tam pointed to the brightest light gleaming proudly in the sky.

“That's…actually Five. John's obviously overdone his teeth whitening gel.”

Tam snorted as she laughed.

“Spoken like a true brother.”

"Alright...so you'll have to use your imagination...like, a lot..." Virgil smiled.

"Cassiopeia, can you see her?"

Virgil guided Tam's hand up to the constellation.

"Angle your head slightly. It's a..."

"M?"

"Mmm hmm. Now, Auriga - that's your O." He guided her wrist as she traced the shape.

"Bare with me for the next one!"

"Okay."

"This is where you'll have to really use your imagination. You see Gemini - the twins?"

"Erm...yep, got it!"

"Okay, forget their top halves.

"Said no guy ever."

"It's all about their legs." he winked.

"Look..." He guided her hand once more in the final shape of an M.

"Mom."

"Mmm hmm."

Tam hummed appreciatively; the loveliest of smiles forming on her face as she gazed on the astral wonder.

"It really is beautiful," Tam mused.

"Beautiful," Virgil agreed, watching her smile.

Quietly, Tam began humming the melody from earlier, and the palms gently swayed in the light of the moon.

*. *. *

Virgil roused.

Grandma!

He made to move before the rest of his senses had even come back online.

Pain was the elicited result.

He hissed and a gentle hand was felt at his shoulder.

"You're okay, I've got you, I've got you."

The voice was familiar but conscious thought still eluded him.

Everything hurt.

Thinking hurt.

Just then, the voice began humming a familiar tune that filled his darkness with starlight.

[lillaluna]

it's the first time you've stayed at his house

Pairing: Neuvillette x f!Reader

Furtively knocking on the door of Nevillette's office in his house, you heard a quiet permission to enter. Pressing the carved handle, you opened the white door, finding Iudex sitting at his desk in front of a large window through which moonlight penetrated into the room, flooding everything with its radiance.

Nevillette leaned his face on his clenched fist and stared intently at the documents lying in a small pile in front of him. His face was illuminated only by the dim yellowish flame of a candle, which swayed from the cool breeze coming in from the slightly open window.

From the outside, one might have thought that Nevillette was dozing, since his eyelids were lowered, and violet irises were slowly moving along the text on the sheet that the judge held in his hand in front of him.

You entered the room, closing the door behind you. Nevillette gave you a soft smile, taking his mind off work only for a moment. You clasped your hands behind your back, biting your upper lip, tilted your head and took a deep breath, sincerely admiring how Judge Fontaine looked at home.

His proud bearing even now gave him away as an aristocrat, but the disheveled white hair falling over his shoulders, and the bun carelessly gathered at the back of his head, proved that he could also get tired and be relaxed. Today was the first night that Iudex allowed you to stay with him overnight, so you plucked up the courage to walk softly to Nevillette's table.

He still did not distract himself from reading the documents. Perhaps because this habit is very firmly ingrained in his mind, or perhaps because he used this habitual action to brighten up his excitement from your presence.

Bypassing the man's desk, you came as close to Iudex as possible and leaning your buttocks on Nevillette's desk, you quietly cleared your throat, attracting attention to yourself.

The man immediately took his head off the worksheets and looked at you standing next to him. You smiled softly, and slightly pushed Nevillette's hand with your hip so that he would let you through and you could end up in the ring of his hands, between him and the work surface of the table. Without hesitation, the man obeyed, carefully watching your actions with his eyes.

Caught between his hands, you lowered your face in embarrassment. It's one thing to have a daring plan to lure your man, but it's another to put this plan into action. You are lucky to have such a sensual guy like Nevillette, because when he saw your slight confusion, he touched your thigh, covered only with shorts, with his thumb, and drew a small line on it.

You smiled sheepishly. Catching Nevillette's palm with your hand, you brought it to your cheek, and then left a kiss on the inside of his palm. Feeling his warmth on your skin, you were convinced that this was your man, exactly the one you would like to be with now. Taking the judge's hand away from your face, you ran his fingers over your chest, over the T-shirt covering your body, stopping at your stomach.

You looked into the eyes of the man in front of you, shifted your gaze to his lips, chiseled chin, dropped lower to the collarbones, and then studied the naked torso below, admiring the snow-white skin of Nevillette.

"Is something bothering you, my love?" the judge asked with a slight hoarseness in his voice, trying to catch your gaze.

"Can't I just admire my man?" you answered the question with a question, returning your gaze to Nevillette's eyes.

The man lifted his chin proudly.

"You're the only thing worth admiring in this room."