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Roommate Wanted

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[time skip]Kei Tsukishima x f!Reader

Rating: 18+; Explicit

Warnings: oh shit okay Tsukki being a charming ass; Reader gets carried; Brief cameo of a toxic ex boyfriend; Brief description of a toxic relationship; We have to cuddle to stay warm trope; oh shit I forgot Pet names like nobody's business (sweetheart, angel, princess); Vaginal fingering; Unprotected vaginal intercourse; Light choking; Spit kink if you squint and don't blink;

Word count: 10570

Notes: *yeets this bitch like I'm angry* MY GOD TAKE THIS FUCKER OFF MY HANDS HE HAS BEEN TAKING UP SPACE IN MY MIND AND MY DRAFTS FOR WAY TO FUCKING LONG. 10k words might be child's play to some but to me it is HOLY FUCK the longest thing I've ever written. Yes I made him unnecessarily slightly taller than in canon because I can. It's almost 3am just take it and go. There might be fuckups and plot holes but that's your problem now.

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Kei Tsukishima hadn’t been your first choice of roommate.

When you arrived on campus it was only to be told that due to a system glitch you had not been placed in the student housing like you’d anticipated, and every room was full. You had been approved for the part time job you wanted, but it definitely didn’t pay enough to afford a place off campus on your own.

You spent hours in the counselor's office to no avail. Stepping out into a glorious spring afternoon you decided to call your older sister, nearly bursting into tears when she answered the phone. “What am I gonna dooo?!” you wailed, leaning dramatically against a tree lining the walkway after having told her the whole terrible story.

“You know what?” You could hear her tapping thoughtfully on the other end. “If I remember right a friend of mine’s brother is attending there too, and he’s got a place off campus. His roommate moved over the summer so he might need a new one!” There was a brief pause and then “Would...that be okay with you?”

“YES!” you yelled. “As long as he’s not a creep I don’t mind! Just help meee!”

With a hurried goodbye your sister hung up and you wandered campus aimlessly, bouncing nervously on your toes as you walked. You’d never lived with a guy before. You’d stayed the night and long weekends with previous boyfriends, but never anything serious. And when you started to get nervous you tried to remind yourself that, if this were to work out, your sister was friends with his brother, so it wasn’t like just moving in with a total total stranger. You were contemplating lunch when your phone rang, an unfamiliar number popping up on the screen. You nearly dropped it in your haste to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey! This is Akiteru. Your sister tells me you’re in need of a place to stay?” His voice sounded familiar. You know you’ve seen this guy before, but you can’t quite remember his face.

“I am!”

“Cool.” he said. “My brother has a room at his place, it’s about a ten minute walk from the school. He’s home now, if you want to go check it out.”

You were nearly vibrating with anticipation as Akiteru promised to send the address and let his brother know you were coming. Everything was going fine until just before he hung up. “Don’t let Kei’s rudeness put you off, he’s actually got a heart of gold in there somewhere.” Akiteru said with a laugh. “Good luck!” You stared at your phone, the dial tone still ringing in your ears.

“I guess rude is better than creepy, right?” you muttered to yourself.

The walk was pleasant, taking you past a convenience store and a small coffee shop, through a vibrant neighborhood to a three story apartment building. The apartment was on the top floor and next to the street, so it was easy to find. You knew you were fidgeting as you knocked on the door and took a deep breath, letting it out in a forceful huff. A moment later the door swung open, and you were very sure your mouth briefly fell open before you managed to snap it shut.

Tall. Taaaalll. You forced yourself to look away from the long limbs, eyes flicking over the lean torso to land on the passive face looking down at you. “Hi,” you breathed rather stupidly. The goldenrod eyes narrowed ever so slightly behind the half rim glasses as he cocked one brow and you cleared your throat to try again. “Tsukishima, right? Your brother-”

“You’re here for the room.” He stepped back and gestured for you to come in, closing the door behind you while you took your shoes off. There was no emotion in his voice to indicate how he felt about your arrival. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you thought he was intimidating right off the bat. He didn’t say anything as he led you through the living room and you took the opportunity to survey the neat simple furniture. The TV was on the large side, which was nice. The living room opened up into a small kitchen and dining area and from there was a single hallway. There were four doors; the farthest on the left and the one at the end of the hall were closed, the one on the right was a bathroom, the open one on the left was the bedroom. It was a little on the smaller side with a plain wooden dresser and a simple white bed frame with a bare mattress.

"If you want a new mattress you'll have to buy it yourself." He leaned against the door frame and folded his arms across his chest. His glasses glinted in the light and you were distinctly reminded of an anime villain.

"That's fine." You stepped into the room and opened the closet. It was tiny, but you weren't in the position to be picky. "How much?"

"32000¥ plus your share of utilities. You're responsible for your own food. The laundry is on the ground floor." He was talking like you'd already agreed to move in. Well he wasn't exactly wrong, it wasn't like you had any other choice at this point. Your eyes flickered over his face again. His blond curls could almost fool you into thinking he had an angelic nature.

"Kay, I'm in." You threaded your fingers together behind your back and stepped closer to him. "What are the rules?"

"Easy." Hands in his pockets he stepped closer too, forcing you to look up at him. "Leave me alone, don't make a lot of noise, clean up after yourself, and don't fuck anyone on my couch."

You were so caught up in thinking about how rude rule #1 was it took you a moment to process rule #4. "Excuse me?!" you choked. "On your...has that been a regular problem for you?"

“Only if I make it one.” The words spoken in his deadpan tone nearly had you wheezing. Then you spotted the way his lips curled the smallest bit at the corner and your eyes narrowed. Was this lanky fucker really taking shots at you like this before you’d even moved in?

You returned his miniscule smirk with one of your own. “I don’t know that I like you, Kei Tsukishima.”

“Good.” His smile broadened. “Where did you leave your stuff?”

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck you and your eyes unfocused as you tried to wrestle with the blossoming realization of your inattentiveness. “I...left it at the school.” Tsukishima laughed and turned on his heel to walk away.

“You have fun with that.”

Rude didn’t begin to cover it. Tsukishima Kei was a certified Grade A asshole.

〖✰〗

Between school, homework, work, and reconnecting with friends you didn’t see Tsukki again for several weeks. If it weren’t for the revolving food that you saw in the fridge and the occasional piece of mail he left on the table you wouldn’t even be sure he actually shared the same living space.

It was the first weekend in March when you finally decided to make actual use of the living room instead of going out with friends or losing yourself at the library. After a long bath you dressed in loose sweatpants and a tank top and turned on the TV. Tsukki was apparently subscribed to several streaming services, but what caught your eye was the name of the DVD currently inserted: Jurassic Park.

“Poggers,” you muttered excitedly as you pushed play. Hurrying to your room for a blanket you then ducked into the pantry to grab a white peach castella cake you’d picked up at the convenience store a few days ago and hadn’t had time to eat. It was your favorite and you were always on the lookout for them. However you were so quickly absorbed in the movie that you’d hardly touched it when, as the T-Rex savaged one unfortunate bloodsucking lawyer, the front door opened. You didn’t look away from the screen, instead catching sight of the tall frame of your roommate from your peripheral as he took off his shoes and hung up his jacket.

“Hi, Tsukki.” You were so focused on the carnage that you didn’t realize you had called him the name you reserved in your head. He paused, lips pressing together like he wasn’t sure whether to correct you or not before deciding to let it go, just this once.

Momentarily forgetting who you were living with you weren’t surprised when he joined you, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and resting one long leg on the coffee table. He eyed the cake in your hands, wondering if he should chastise you for eating on the couch. “What is that?”

“Peach castella.” Out of habit, as if he actually were your friend, you offered him the quarter eaten cake. “Want some?”

“No.” He didn’t even try to conceal the disgust in his tone.

"Rude!" But he noticed the way your lips curled as you lifted it to your mouth. "Girls don't actually have cooties, ya know." you chided playfully a minute later.

"With you I'd rather not take my chances."

"Dick!" You burst into laughter and the sneer on his face only widened when you snorted, nearly choking on your own saliva.

Tsukki was absolutely the meanest-for-no-reason person you'd ever met, and you'd only had all of two brief conversations with him. But he also radiated some kind of ridiculous charisma, and after you settled back down, making a vulgar gesture in the process which he pretended not to notice, the silence that fell between you was comfortable. Even after being insulted, something about his presence had a relaxing effect on you.

"I don't like peach cake." He said abruptly 20 minutes later. It took you a moment to realize he'd actually spoken. He was relaxed into the couch, his jaw propped on his fist as his gaze remained on the television. His profile looked soft in the afternoon light through the gauzy curtains.

"What kind do you like?" you asked.

Tsukki was chewing his tongue. He honestly wasn't sure why he'd suddenly volunteered that tidbit and he didn't want to offer you any more information about himself. He didn't need more people involved with his life. "None of your business."

"Tsukishima!" He was caught off guard by your sharp tone, turning curious amber eyes on you. "C’mon, man." You looked half amused, half exasperated. "I've been a good, quiet, clean roommate. I haven't even fucked myself on your couch." His eyebrows lifted but you ignored it. "I don't think asking what kind of cake you like is overstepping."

He didn't say anything. Instead he stared at you, his eyes hard and searching. Like he was actually looking at you for the first time. He didn’t answer, just turned his attention back to the movie and you followed suit. You were curious but weren’t willing to pry. If he wanted to maintain a hard wall then you’d just get used to it. The silence remained until the end of the movie when you stretched widely as the end credits began to roll.

“Such a good movie!” you exclaimed. “We totally need the rest.”

“I have the rest.” Tsukki mumbled. Your head snapped in his direction, your eyes wide.

“Can we watch them?” There was such juvenile excitement in your voice and when he looked over the sparkle in your eyes made his ears feel hot.

“We?” he said haughtily.

“You got anything better to do today?”

He huffed and rolled his eyes, looking surprisingly elegant given his mile long limbs as he stood up and walked away without a backwards glance. You shook your head watching him go, assuming this was his way of dismissing you. With a sigh you sagged onto the couch, grabbing your phone to scroll through Twitter for a bit when suddenly Tsukki came back, a large dinosaur emblazoned box in his hand. It was one of those fancy box sets, the metal of the box glinting in the light. Your mouth formed a small ‘o’ before breaking into a grin as he knelt in front of the entertainment center, his long fingers carefully changing the discs in the blu-ray player. You fluffed the decorative pillow and snuggled into the corner of the couch as he rejoined you, your glee unrestrained as he started the second movie, this time kicking both legs over the coffee table.

But Tsukki had one more surprise in store for you. As the opening scene played out, the low tone of his voice caught your attention once more. “It’s strawberry shortcake.” You turned wide eyes on him but he refused to look away from the screen. “My favorite cake.” he clarified after a moment. A small smile softened your eyes.

“Was that so hard?” you cooed.

“Shut up.”

〖✰〗

A few days later Tsukki, having picked up dinner after volleyball practice, went to put the leftovers in the fridge and was surprised to see a whole strawberry shortcake on his shelf. There was a small note taped to the lid:

For Saltyshima

(Don't get all bigheaded it was on sale)

A smile tugged at his lips. You were such a pain in the ass, he thought. Why you wanted to try so hard to be friendly he didn't understand. So bothersome, just like the others in his life.

Two days after that you came home in a terrible mood. You'd been late to your first class, you'd rolled your ankle when you slipped on some stairs, you'd forgotten your wallet so you hadn't been able to buy lunch, and to top it all off it had started to rain on your way home. All you wanted was to take a long hot bath and maybe cry, you weren’t quite set on that yet. Slouching into the pantry to grab a quick bite you were surprised to find a small stack of peach cakes in the basket that housed your assorted snacks. They definitely had not been there the day before. There was a post-it note stuck to the top, Tsukki’s small neat writing gracing the paper.

Who needs a sale when you’re this cheap.

You snorted and started giggling, which quickly turned to full on gut-busting laughter. Leave it to Tsukki to be salty as hell even when doing something nice.

〖✰〗

You discovered Tsukki’s “secret” by accident. You decided to cut through the gym building one day on your way to meet a friend for a study date, the sharp squeal of rubber on the gleaming flooring and the occasional loud smack of something hitting the ground with force drawing you the opposite direction down the hall to see what was going on. You peeked around the door, head tilted at the chaotic scene of moving bodies. They all moved so fast, a sort of grace to the sheer force of their actions. Your eyes ping-ponged around the room, trying to get a good look at the blur of faces to see if you recognized any of them. And then a face wearing a pair of athletic goggles caught your attention, and you felt the momentary slack of your jaw.

“Tsukki?!” Those mile long arms and distractingly large hands were doing one hell of a job blocking the ball, and without a second thought you dashed down the hall to the door for the stairs leading up to the gym seating. Trying not to trip you pulled out your phone and texted your friend, telling her to come meet you a.s.a.p. There was a scattered crowd watching the practice and you picked a seat right at the front, leaning forward on your knees to watch intensely. So this is why Tsukki was almost never home, you realized. He was practicing. You barely noticed when your friend slid into the seat next to you.

“I didn’t know you like volleyball?” she said.

“I didn’t know Tsukki was on the team.” You looked over in time to see her brows pinch together.

“Tsukishima?” she asked, confused.

“Uh, yeah?” You tilted your head at her. “My roommate Tsukishima?”

Her eyes opened wide and she grabbed your knee. “Your roommate is the Kei Tsukishima?!”

You made a face and threw your hands in the air. “Girl how many Kei Tsukishima’s do you think are wandering around this school!”

A rise in yelling from the court had you looking back down just in time to see Tsukki spike the ball over the net, the force of it hitting the ground like a small explosion. Before you could stop yourself you’d jumped to your feet, throwing your arms in the air and yelling “Hell yeah Tsukishima!” His entire being physically convulsed as he reeled around, eyes swiping across the seats before landing on you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he yelled, looking as ruffled as you’d ever seen him. His already curly hair was downright unruly, a bead of sweat dripping off his chin. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it to wipe his face and against any measure of decorum your eyes went straight to the distinct lines of his abs. You immediately righted them to his face but it seemed the damage was done and he was smirking at you in an infuriatingly knowing way.

“That your girlfriend, Tsooks?” Another blond called. His bangs were a dark brown in comparison.

“Absolutely not.” Tsukki yelled back, his eyes still watching you intensely. You dramatically wilted and pressed your hand to your chest.

“Kei! I thought our love meant more to you than that!”

“Do not call me Kei.” His voice was flat but there was an unmistakable perk at the corner of his mouth. You rolled your eyes and made a shooing motion with your hand, causing laughter from his teammates as you plunked back in your seat.

Unfortunately for Tsukki, you were so taken (by the sport, you insisted) that you started showing up several times a week to watch them practice, and it became increasingly bothersome for him to deal with his teammates heckling. Thankfully you always ducked out just before they finished though, and for the time being none of the other team members had figured out that you were his roommate. At the very least he was spared that teasing.

〖✰〗

You didn’t show up to watch them practice and Tsukki was annoyed to find he wanted to know why. When he unlocked the door of the apartment, the first thing he heard was an annoyed growl and you cursing angrily. He took his time taking off his shoes and hanging his jacket on the hook by the door before looking around the corner. You were sitting at the small kitchen table, your laptop open in front of you. Your fingers were buried in your hair and your back curled dramatically over the top of the chair.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!” you whined. “And if I fail this midterm there is a very real chance my teacher will throw a chair at my face!”

“Drama queen.” Tsukki sneered. You glared at him upside down before sitting up, stretching your arms over your head and resuming a furious search of the class materials. You were vaguely aware of his approach behind you. Suddenly, without warning, one long arm reached in front of you and you jerked back, your head hitting his abdomen. He didn’t even wait for you to move your hand, his fingers nearly tangling with yours as they moved lazily over the trackpad.

“You're using the wrong formula for these questions.” He bent down but leaned the opposite way, effectively caging you against the table in his arms. His voice was low and so close to your ear that goosebumps erupted down your neck and arm. He tapped on the trackpad several times. "See?"

"Uh huh." You weren't looking at the screen. You'd never seen his hands this close up before. His fingers were so long and graceful. His palms were wide and could easily fully cover your own. Even his nails were short, smooth, and carefully shaped. They were pretty.

"Come here." He pulled away and started down the hall. He’d never asked you to follow him before and you hurried behind him. You’d never seen inside the other two rooms before either so when Tsukki opened the door on the left your eyes opened wide as saucers.

It was a little study room. One wall was nothing but bookshelves, stuffed full. A few shelves had books stacked two deep. On the opposite side was a small desk with a laptop and a stack of notebooks and a high backed office chair. Three sleek curio cabinets stood against the wall, a seemingly random assortment of objects on the spotless shelves. There were slices of agate and broken geodes, flora pressed between thin pieces of plastic, various insects carefully pinned to small boards, what appeared to be rough gemstones and a hundred other things you would need a lot more time to properly recognize.

“This is so cool!” Hands pressed between your knees, you bent forward to look at the cabinets closer. What looked like a two headed rodent was suspended in yellowish fluid in a glass jar. “Do you just like collecting this kind of stuff?”

There was a momentary pause and since you were looking at the shelves you didn’t see the uncharacteristic way Tsukki’s eyes softened or the genuine smile that crossed his face. You looked absolutely precious surveying his humble collection with big eyes brimming with so much curiosity. “Next year, after graduation, I’m going to work at the Sendai City Museum.”

“That’s really cool, Tsukki.” You stood in time to see him grab a worn and faded notebook off his desk. He held it out to you, his face back to smooth and passive. Brows furrowed you took it and rifled through the pages, glancing over them before realization dawned as you looked over the same formulas that were confusing you easily broken down on the pages.

“You can borrow this.” Tsukki said. “Since you clearly need the help.”

You scowled but chose not to make a snarky comment since this was by far the nicest thing he’d done for you since you’d met him. “You’re so smart, why don’t you just help me with the homework?”

He smirked. “Not a chance. Figure it out yourself.”

〖✰〗

You were supposed to be eating. But Tsukki was sitting across the table from you and you kept finding yourself staring at him instead. Finally he’d had enough, his spoon clattering against the bottom of his bowl. “What’s your problem?”

Without answering you reached across the table, taking his hands in your own and pulling them toward you. His eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline but he didn’t pull away, mostly because he was too surprised to.

You turned his hands over, brow furrowed as you critically eyed his fingers. “Is your pinky crooked?”

“Ah.” He drew away and fanned his right hand out between the two of you. It was subtle but if you looked you could see that his right pinky was definitely crooked. “Noticed that huh?”

“What happened?”

“Spring high preliminary my first year of high school. It was dislocated so they taped it to my ring finger so I could keep playing.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Aaand I take it it didn’t just stay ‘dislocated’.”

His smile was lopsided and adorable. “C’mon, you’ve seen us play. Not exactly gentle is it.”

“You’re crazy. That had to hurt like mad.” You shook your head and picked up your bowl, slurping at a coiled noodle. Tsukki shrugged and went back to fishing bits of carrot out of his soup.

“We won. That’s all that matters.”

〖✰〗

The fact that it was autumn and therefore colder at night was not going to stop you going out with your friends.

“Really?” Tsukki looked you over from his spot at the table as you emerged from your room, his brows drawn together in a look of dissatisfaction. Even if you caught him he’d never admit he watched you, in your tiny strapless dress and spiked high heels, as you crossed the living room to grab the purse you’d left on the couch. The way the fabric clung to your ass was...distracting. “You know it’s supposed to rain tonight.”

“Yes dad." you huffed. "But we'll be inside, that's the outside's problem." You were going to be in the club, what did it matter to you if there was a little bit of rain?

Annoyingly, predictably, that “little bit of rain” was a positive downpour. Which would have been fine, if not for you and your friends drunkenly deciding that embracing your inner child and playing in the rain, in the almost freezing temperatures in the middle of the night, would be a great idea. You were shivering and frozen to the bone by the time you got home, only taking the time to change into your pajamas before collapsing in bed, wet hair and all.

You spent the next day in bed and come nightfall you felt the very tell-tale settling of pain in your limbs that could only mean one thing.

The morning after you barely managed to get out of bed, shuffling into the kitchen and practically hanging off the fridge door, staring blankly at the food within. You didn’t even notice your roommate coming up next to you.

“You look like shit.” Ugh. The last thing you wanted was to deal with Tsukki being a smug mean asshole.

“Nobody asked-” the rest of your sentence trailed off as the world shifted dramatically. Tsukki caught you as your legs buckled. Your unfocused eyes fluttered and even through your feverish haze you couldn’t help but think about how pretty he was up close.

“I told you.” His voice was soft, equally concerned and exasperated. You only groaned in response, grabbing his shirt when he lifted you bridal style against his chest and carried you back to your bed. Okay, maybe he set you down a little firmer than necessary, but it was the thought that counted. You shivered and curled in on yourself as he set to untwisting your tangled bedspread. He spread it over you, tucking it gently around the edges and you mumbled something that may have been a ‘thank you’ but not even you were sure.

Your eyes drifted closed and you were ready to sleep for a fortnight but then something cool was poking your cheek. Tsukki’s finger dragged along the skin and he simply commanded: “Open.” Too tired to fuss you did as he said, opening your mouth trustingly. You grimaced as the bitter taste of medicine spread across your tongue. Swallowing felt like hell, all fiery pins and needles. He laughed softly at the way your nose scrunched.

By the time he came back with a wet washcloth in hand you were fast asleep. Shaking his head he adjusted your hair the best he could to lay it across your forehead. You grumbled, your head briefly turning to press your cheek against his palm.

〖✰〗

It was finally winter break and you were looking forward to some much needed time to rest. You had driven Tsukki mad by putting up holiday decorations everywhere, including colored strands of lights over every window and doorway. A candy cane composed of bells hung on the knob of the front door and while you adored the jingling, Tsukki was about ready to throw the abomination down the stairs.

By now Tsukki had taken to leaving the door to his study room open on account of how often you would pop your head in to ask him a question or just lie on the floor and scroll on your phone. You could hear the sound of his music floating down the hall from your prone position on the couch as you watched TV. An emergency alert came on and you watched intently before rolling off the couch and jogging down the hall calling “Tsukkiii!”

“Yeah?” He didn’t look up. He was building some kind of model, a long pair of tweezers manipulating a thin piece of string. You stepped closer to watch, momentarily forgetting why you’d come to him in the first place. It wasn’t until he paused and looked at you that you spoke.

“Right, sorry. There’s supposed to be a huge storm coming this weekend. They’re saying like a foot of snow. I’m gonna go to the store and get some things, do you want to come?”

“Sure.” He finished setting the string and got his work to a good stopping point. When he stood up he stretched and his fingers brushed the ceiling. You were very aware of the way you swallowed as your eyes followed the line of his arms down to shoulders, your gaze lingering on the exposed strip of stomach from where his shirt rode up. He was surprised when you suddenly turned on your heel and sped out of the room but shrugged it off and followed. You were strange enough without trying to make sense of it.

You were putting your boots on when he reached around you for his coat. You lost your balance and yelped in surprise and he grabbed you, his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. You laughed, a little embarrassed, and quickly righted yourself stammering “thanks”.

Outside was cold and your breath rose in little clouds as the two of you walked to the bus stop. There had been a small storm the day before and the ground was still covered in icy patches. You hopped on them, laughing at the little slide you would get out of each one. Tsukki rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips all the same. You were nearly at the stop when you jumped on a long thin patch of ice and you would have been fine if your boot hadn’t caught on dry concrete. You pitched forward with a shriek and suddenly the whole world rolled around you as Tsukki grabbed you. Unfortunately you had too much momentum and the best he could do was slow your fall, putting you down as gently as possible while bracing himself to keep from squishing you. You looked at him with wide eyes, shocked to see how close he was. All you needed to do was lift your head an inch or so and you could be kissing him. You quickly banished the thought from your mind before dissolving into nervous giggles. “Uh, thanks.”

“Are you trying to kill me?” he grumped, picking himself up and dusting the grit off his gloves before offering you his hand and pulling you to your feet.

“Kill off the best roommate I’ve ever had? Perish the thought, dear one!” You dramatically tossed your hand in the air and he shook his head, laughing. “But no seriously thanks for saving my ass.”

“Guess it was the least I could do for the most tolerable roommate I’ve ever had,” he said. You shot him a look of disbelief that made him laugh again.

“Tolerable?!” you wailed. “I don’t get to be the cutest? Or the nicest? Or even the cleanest?!”

He didn’t reply, because as he looked down the street he saw that the bus was approaching and grabbed her hand to pull you along before it passed by. He kept hold of it even as you both tapped your phones to pay the fare and only let go once he’d slid into the seat after you.

“Okay,” he said after a minute. “Second cutest.”

“You know what?” you said. “With how difficult you are, I’ll take it.”

Fortunately the small market wasn't far and the bus stopped right out front. As you went to step off the bus Tsukki offered you his hand. "I don't have it in me to take another fall for you." You laughed and accepted, holding his hand all the way to the front door. You both removed your hats, gloves, and scarves, and while Tsukki only unzipped his coat you took yours off and draped it over the side of the cart. “So what are we getting?”

“This, definitely.” You grabbed a case of water from the stack by the door and hefted it into the cart. Tsukki groaned with disappointment; he knew he was going to be the one who had to carry it home. You stuck your tongue out and continued. “I don’t think we need a lot, okay? We’ve got a lot in the pantry. Water, maybe some of the self heating meals. Oh, we should grab some baby wipes too.”

“Ha?” Tsukki stopped mid step. You stopped too, looking up at him in confusion. His eyes flickered to your belly and back. “Uh, something you wanna share with the class?”

Your hands flew to your mouth to stifle your burst of laughter. “Oh my god, you idiot!” Your shoulders shook and your face was on fire. “No no noooo oh my god!” You wiped a tear from your eye and leaned into his side. “It’s just if we can’t take a shower, okay?! They’re way cheaper than those stupid shower wipes. And you get way more.”

Truth be told he felt stupid immediately after saying it. He wasn’t even quite sure why you saying ‘baby’ caught him so off guard. “As long as I’m not expected to take on any sort of parenting duties.”

You looked at him, your eyes narrowed with mischief. “Liar. I’ll bet you like being called Daddy.” He shoved you with his elbow and you burst into another round of maniacal laughter. “Okay, okay, you go get the food, I’ll get the wipes and meet you by the register.” He walked away shaking his head and you nearly skipped to the baby aisle while humming.

You made it to the front first. In your arms were two packages of wipes, a handful of candy bars, some canned coffees, and two warm sesame balls. Given that you had wandered to so many different places you were surprised you beat him. You turned your head, wondering where he could be, when an unwelcome face came into view.

Chikao was the last boyfriend you’d had, a few months before school started. He was attractive enough, and funny and charming at first. But the closer the start of the semester came the more sullen and aggressive his personality became. He didn’t understand why you’d want to leave him. He complained that obviously your relationship was just a fling because he certainly wouldn’t go so far away if you’d said no (these complaints were doubled because you’d not slept with him no matter how much he pushed). Eventually his little jabs led to an argument where he said it’s not like you needed to go to school anyway, you might get a degree but it wasn’t like you were actually smart enough to do anything with it. That was the last time you’d seen him, simultaneously telling you to accept the truth and begging you not to leave because he loved you. He was lucky you hadn’t broken his nose. His behavior was so despicable that it was largely the reason you had refused to date or entertain anyone since. Also, though you didn’t like admitting it, you were embarrassed. In retrospect it was easy to see how toxic the relationship had quickly become, but you had been so charmed by his handsome face and sweet love bombing that you’d blinded yourself to what kind of person he really was.

You hoped to walk away quickly before he noticed you, but no such luck. He spotted you immediately and made his way over, that fake smile on his face. “Well look who it is!”

You had to force the words out. “What are you doing here?”

He ignored the ice in your tone. “Oh, just here to meet a girl.” He watched you like a hawk, sizing up your reaction. You hummed vaguely and he continued. “Look, I know the last time we saw each other didn’t go well, but I really only have your best interest in mind, you know?” Mistaking your continued silence for interest he lowered his voice and continued. “I forgave you for leaving ages ago. I have a room downtown for the weekend, come over and we can talk things out.”

Making a scene or not, you were ready to tell him exactly where he could stick his room when an arm wrapped around you, pulling you into the warmth of a familiar lean body. “Everything okay, angel?”

You positively melted with relief into Tsukki’s side. His coat had lifted your sweater and he had grabbed the exposed skin near your hip. Instead of fixing it he took advantage of the opening, letting his fingers slide further under the fabric to rub circles on your skin. Goosebumps raced down your leg and your entire back tingled from the contact. “Yeah,” you responded breathlessly. “Just fine.”

Across from you Chikao’s face had twisted into something more befitting of his personality. You braced yourself but the diatribe you expected didn’t come; instead he seemed to chew on his bottom lip before uttering an angry “oh”, his eyes flickering from Tsukki’s face to the floor and back again. You turned your head, wondering what could be giving him such pause and - oh, indeed.

It wasn’t a smile, exactly. But it wasn’t really a scowl or glare. It was, most importantly, unnerving. It was easy to imagine that some great bird of prey might have a similar look on its face as it dropped from the sky onto some poor small stupid animal. And as if the murderous look on his face wasn’t enough, the fact that Tsukki stood at least a foot taller than both you and your ex-boyfriend only made him that much more frightening in the current situation. A shiver ran down your spine. Chikao muttered something about being late and turned sharply before fleeing the store. Clouds were gathering outside, darkening the sky. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding that trailed off into a suspiciously disappointed sounding sigh as Tsukki removed his arm from your waist while you dumped the contents in your arms into the cart.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him, your hand resting on his arm for a moment.

“Who was that?” Tsukki asked. When he’d come walking to the front of the store he’d seen you standing there, your entire body shrunk inward as someone with one of the most unpleasant faces he’d ever seen loomed over you.

You gave him the spark notes version of your relationship with Chikao, your eyes on the floor the whole time. When you finished Tsukki didn’t say anything so you looked up only to find his face was turned away from you. After a minute he finally met your gaze and then abruptly put his hand on the top of your head, ruffling your hair. You squealed with laughter and tried to duck away but he caught you, pulling you into a one armed hug. You immediately gave up trying to escape. You told yourself it definitely wasn’t because you needed the sudden closeness. You were fine. His hand was on the back of your head and you felt the rumble in his chest when he spoke. “You’re okay.”

You weren’t sure if he was saying you were okay in general, like as a person, or if he was offering you some kind of reassurance after what had just happened. Regardless, you were just as surprised as he was when you grabbed him around the waist, pressing your face into his chest to stifle your sudden sobbing.

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The next night you woke with a start. You laid there in the dark, wondering what could have woken you so abruptly when you realized you were cold. Not just cold, freezing. Your fingers and toes and nose actually ached, your ears uncomfortably numb. Groping for your phone you flinched when you grabbed it, the cold of the case biting against your palm. It was 2am.

Locating your slippers you shuffled to the window, vigorously rubbing your arms. You blinked rapidly before realizing it wasn’t your vision that was blurry; snow was falling outside. Thick and heavy, it looked like it had already accumulated into several inches. There were no other lights on. Slipping your phone into your pocket to keep it from freezing you shambled down the hall to Tsukki’s room, knocking on the door. You heard him groan, then curse, then the sound of his feet on the floor before the door opened.

“Th-the power’s out,” you stuttered.

He rubbed his face. “Clearly.”

“Let me come sleep with you.”

Even in the gloom you could see his eyes widen. “What? No.”

“Oh come on,” you whined. “It’s f-freezing!”

“So get some more blankets.” His response lost all its bite when he shivered.

“You’re cold too!” you said. “Come on, for real, a person could freeze to death.”

He shivered again. “Pretty sure I’d be fine.”

You hissed and stomped your foot. “A frozen roommate can’t pay rent, Tsukishima!”

His head fell back with a long groan but he stepped aside and opened the door for you. “Fine, you win. Come on.”

You practically dove into his bed. Your doorway conversation had barely lasted a minute but that was all it took for the cold to sap whatever heat he’d left behind and you whimpered, bundling his blankets up to your nose. They smelled like he did, like rain water and grass, and you inhaled it deeply. Tsukki closed the door, rummaged in his closet for another blanket to throw over the bed, then crawled in behind you. You expected that he would just lie next to you so you were quite surprised when he grabbed you around the waist and dragged you against him as the little spoon. You shrieked when he buried his frozen nose in the back of your neck and he shushed you. “Be quiet or I’ll throw you out.”

“Monster!” you hissed, snuggling as close to him as you could anyways.

“We tell no one about this,” he warned. You could feel his lips against your skin and it was distracting to say the least.

You snickered. “Not even Kanji?” you teased, thinking of his adorably loud and nosey teammate. He huffed and buried his face deeper into the curve of your neck and for just a second you thought he might bite you. Then suddenly his fingers dug into your ribs, tickling you, and you screeched with laughter.

“Especially Koganegawa.”

With another threat to keep quiet ("you were tickling me!") you fell quiet and tried to get back to sleep. Despite his stoicism Tsukki was shivering just as much as you and was pressed as close to you as possible. Even his lanky legs were folded up behind yours. It took a few minutes but eventually the two of you made enough body heat to warm the little pocket under the blanket and you stopped shivering. Eyelids too heavy to keep open, you felt along his arm for his hand muttering “thanks, Tsukki.”

You must have been more tired than you thought because just before you fell back to sleep you could have sworn you heard him whisper “anything for you.” But that couldn’t be right, because there was no way he’d say something like that.

Come the next morning you’d forgotten. Hell, when you woke up it took you a minute just to remember where you were. The arm around your waist and the very present stiffness against your ass nearly had you hurtling out of bed. Then the cold hit you, and you realized that through the slivers in the blinds you could still see snow falling, and you relaxed with a small sigh. It was Tsukki, and that was okay.

Wait.

Tsukki moved, his hips rolling against you.

Holy mother of - ! You swallowed the noise that tried to escape your throat and your face was on fire. Okay this is normal you told yourself. Don’t make it weird. But his morning wood was all you could think about. Should you get up before he did? Should you pretend to be asleep until he got up so that he didn’t know you had laid there in bed kinda sorta secretly enjoying the feel of his hard-NO STOP IT! Fortunately for both your heart and your mental health that’s when Tsukki chose to wake up, groaning as he rolled away and tried to stretch the cold-induced stiffness from his limbs. He got up and shuffled away to the bathroom (you presumed) and after a minute you groped around in your pants to get your phone out of the pocket. Your social media was filled with your friends freaking out about the power outages and news alerts on how to take care in such a dangerous situation. You kept glancing at the window, wondering how much snow was actually out there.

When Tsukki came back you were standing in front of the window with the blinds pulled open. You looked at him and simply said “that’s a lot.” He joined you, his mouth momentarily dropping open in surprise. Everything outside was smooth and white, still-falling snow sparkling against the backdrop of the gray sky. The snow drifts across the street were so deep that they completely covered the windows of the bottom floor apartments. Still, the scene was beautiful in its own way. Eyes roving the white hills you said “I don’t think we’re getting out for a while.”

Tsukki looked at you out of the corner of his eye. You were so enthralled with the winter wonderland outside. “Could be worse things.”

You declared yourself a temporary-permanent member of his room and ran to grab your pillows and blankets, ignoring his protests. Just after 11am the power came back on and you seized the opportunity to charge your phone, take a hot shower, and make a hot meal, the two of you cradling steaming bowls side by side in his bed. Just before 2pm the power went out again and from the looks of the alerts you were getting it would be out until the next morning. The two of you spent most of the day in his bed having reached a silent truce as you cuddled and played on your phones.

You let Tsukki use the bathroom to get ready for bed first, unwilling to leave the cocoon you had made in his bed. He locked the door behind him but left the light off. Thumbs slipping into the elastic of the pajama pants he hadn’t bothered to change out of he slid them part of the way down his thighs, freeing the cock that had remained more or less erect for most of the day. He wrapped his hand around the base and stroked, lips pursed tightly to keep from making any noise. It really sucked being snowed in. Usually when he couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d look like with his cock buried inside you he could just leave, but that wasn’t an option now. The thought of what noises you’d make folded up beneath him were becoming entirely too intrusive.

As the sun had gone down the room had gotten progressively colder and even wrapped up with Tsukki under a small mountain of blankets could hardly warm you. “This sucks,” you whined. “How am I still this cold?!” You tried to scooch closer to Tsukki but there was simply no more contact that could possibly be made. He grunted as you tried to pull his arm tighter around yourself.

“We literally cannot be any closer,” he groused. “The only possible thing we could do at this point is get naked.” You froze in your attempts to cover yourself with him, pretty sure that he heard you audibly swallow at his words. That…was a thing, right? Like, it was legitimate advice offered to those in, uh, similar situations. You tried not to think about his erection pressing into that morning. No, it would be fine and totally not weird. It was survival, that was all. Imagine Tsukki’s surprise when you suddenly started squirming, grappling with your shirt. “What are you doing?!” He leaned away, momentarily thankful that without his glasses he couldn’t see clearly.

“Just shut up and take your shirt off,” you hissed, your face burning with embarrassment.

“You’re not serious.”

“I don’t want to freeze all night, alright?” You shoved your shirt under the blankets to keep it warmish and folded your arms over your chest, facing firmly away from him. “Just…hurry up!” Speechless, Tsukishima did as bid, also shoving his shirt somewhere under the blankets behind him. But when he resumed his position behind you it was with an obvious gap between your torso and his. “Oh don’t be a chicken,” you said when you realized he intended to stay that way.

There was a long pause before he replied, his voice softer and somehow disarming. It was like he was measuring his words carefully before speaking them. Unbeknownst to you Tsukki was carefully laying the path to an end goal he had been eyeing for some time. “I’m the chicken?” he taunted. “I said the only thing left was to get naked, and here you are too scared to go all in. But I’m the chicken?”

“I’m not scared!” you blustered. “I’m - it’s just…” you trailed off and Tsukki waited for you to continue.

“A chicken,” he said decisively when you failed to do so.

Well. You weren’t about to take that lying down (actually you kind of were, since you were literally lying down, but that was beside the point). With an offended huff you shimmied out of your flannel pants, leaving them wadded up at your feet. “Fine.” You shivered. “There. Happy?”

He was. Delighted, actually. Lying on his back so as to not touch you until he was ready he slipped off his own pants, his cock already half hard. He was careful when he resumed his previous position, taking care that no part of him touched you. Then, before you could complain again, he slowly slid his hand along your back to rest at the curve of your waist.

You were shivering like mad. You had 100% let your pride take the reins and now here you were, naked, in Tsukki’s bed, with him, who was now also naked. Then he touched you, his hand resting heavily on your waist and it was all you could think about, the entirety of your existence focused on that point of contact. He laughed quietly. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Excuse you!” You were definitely feeling warmer now for very different reasons. Unfortunately that’s where your brain stalled out, failing to come up with any kind of clever comeback. He snickered and it made you pout.

“Well you got me naked, princess,” he teased. “Now what?”

You squawked in a rather unbecoming way. “It - this was your idea!”

His hand was dragging most distractingly over your waist and down to your hip. “All I did was point out that we couldn’t get any closer.” His fingers traced the dip of your pelvic bone. “You’re the one who started taking clothes off.”

“That is such a lie, Tsukki!” It wasn’t, not entirely, but you didn’t want to admit he was right.

He shifted, his shoulder touching yours. His breath warmed your skin as he leaned close. “A little too eager to get me out of my pants weren’t you?”

You made a small noise in the back of your throat. “You…” you faltered, struggling to find the words. “You are the worst kind of tease, Tsukishima.”

"You know that's not my name." His voice, suddenly low and rough, so unlike its usual smooth self, had you clenching desperately on nothing.

"You...never want me to use your name." Your voice shook. It was no surprise really, you were trembling like a dry leaf caught in a bitter autumn wind and for once not because of the pervasive cold. His hand was rubbing ever so slowly along your hip, the tickling sensation of his fingertips near overwhelming as he got so close to where you wanted them before pulling away.

Hot, open mouthed kisses decorated your shoulder and up your neck, your skin tingling as goosebumps textured your flesh. His tongue darted out to lick along the shell of your ear before he pressed closer. His cock, hard and hot, so, so hot, dug into the cleft of your ass and you moaned, nearly missing the words he hissed into your ear. "I do when I'm about to fuck you."

Oh. He definitely was not just teasing. That would be too cruel, even for him. "Kei…" you breathed, voice cracking. "Kei," you said again, louder, a whimper catching in your throat as you clawed at the sheets. "Kei, please…"

He groaned. The desperation in your tone, the way you choked back emotion when you said his name. "Good girl," he growled. His teeth sank into your neck and you cried out, shrinking against him only to jerk and arch away as long fingers finally pushed between your legs. You were so wet, slick squelching noises making his eyes close as he pushed two long fingers inside you. "I can't wait to break you, princess."

He might as well have been speaking in tongues as far as your brain's ability to decipher the words you heard. As his fingers filled you over and over again, curling and stretching and rubbing, you rolled on your back, glazed eyes fixing on his face as you wrapped trembling fingers around his neck. His lips were surprisingly soft, his tongue slipping smoothly between your lips to eagerly meet yours. Your legs fell open as you ground your pelvis up against his palm. He chuckled softly, his thumb swiping over your clit. “So needy,” he teased. But the way his cock throbbed against your thigh gave him away, though you could only manage a hiss before pulling him down to kiss you again.

He certainly didn’t seem to be in a hurry. No matter how you whined or twisted he persisted like you were a new toy he wanted to methodically learn. His lips moved down your neck to your chest, sucking hard along the way, before taking a peaked nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it slowly. His fingers moved inside you just as methodically, seeking the places that had you making the most noise and focusing his attention there.

“Tsu-Kei, please-!” you whined, gripping the pillow so tight your fingers hurt.

“Ah ah,” he chided softly. “You don’t want to be done already, do you?”

“N-no…” you panted. More you thought desperately. “Maybe…fuck!” The ghost of his laugh warmed your skin and you grabbed at his hair. The wet sounds that reverberated in your ears as he fucked you with his fingers was so lewd but you wanted more. “I need…I just - want you inside.”

His tongue dragged a wet path up your neck. He kissed you deeply, sucking on your tongue and groaning when you bit his lip. “But I am inside you,” he said, his fingers stirring your pussy for emphasis. Stars flashed through your vision and you shuddered. Clutching the quilt and the back of his neck you arched upwards.

“Do that again,” you begged. So he did, swirling his fingers in the same motion until you were free falling off the edge, panting into his mouth around his tongue. His fingers, drenched with your release, dug into your thigh roughly as he moved between your legs. His other hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you into another feverish kiss. You clung to him, whining as the length of his shaft slid along your slit, dragging against your swollen clit. He rutted against you until his cock was drenched with your slick and you were brokenly begging for him to put it in.

“Can I have you?” he hissed against your lips. He shifted his hips and the velvety head of his cock caught just at the entrance of your throbbing cunt. You inhaled sharply and held your breath, a shocked ‘oh god’ gurgling from the back of your throat as he continued. “Like this?”

“Yes, please, God yes!” You clawed angry red lines down his back to grab at his hips, pulling him forward.

Tsukki had felt something akin to shame jerking off thinking about you in the bathroom before bed but that was long gone now, because he was sure that otherwise he would have come right then from the way your pussy sucked him in. He pushed you back onto the mattress, biting your neck and sucking hard to keep himself from getting lost in the sensation. His back was burning and you were pulling his hair and it felt so fucking good. Every hot, wet, tight inch was both bliss and torture. You were gasping, your body tensing the deeper he went and he quickly realized that was going to be a problem if you kept it up.

You couldn’t see. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t think and you were so full, too full, stretched so good around his cock; his hips rolling in small movements that were both too much and not enough and - suddenly he was gently tapping your cheek, his lips brushing against yours. “Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’m almost there.”

You swallowed thickly, blinking rapidly in the glow of the moonlight.

Tsukki.

Tsukishima.

Kei. All six feet eight inches of him was on top of you, asking you to relax because you were too tense to take all of his cock. You looked down, bracing your feet and tilting your hips to get a better view before you rolled against him. He groaned and his forehead touched yours as he watched the last inches of his cock disappear inside you. “Good girl,” he breathed. He grabbed the back of your neck and held you, the both of you watching as he moved. Out, out, out; your pussy clenching as he dragged his length out before slowly pushing back in. Again. And again. And again. “Look how good you take me, angel.” God he wanted to make you cry. He wanted to make it so good you’d cry. “I could fuck you like this all night.”

You would let him. You would let him do anything he wanted to you. You made a strangled noise of desperation, clawing at his shoulders, pressing your lips to his in a feverish kiss. When his hand cupped your cheek you grabbed his wrist and repositioned it on your throat. “You have the prettiest hands,” you muttered. “Wanted them to choke me for so long.”

In a flash he shoved your head back into the pillow, his fingers squeezing along the sides of your neck. Not as tightly as you might have wanted, but enough for the pressure to send another gush of arousal to soak the bed beneath you. He forced your head back and shifted his hips, fucking into you with deep strokes. The wet slaps of colliding bodies echoed in the room. You wondered if the neighbors beneath could hear it. Certainly they could hear you. You sounded like an animal, moaning and squealing, your ass bouncing off the mattress to meet his thrusts. Suddenly he stopped, his hips flush against yours, buried completely inside you. You could feel his length twitch and it made you moan. He kissed you slowly, his hand moving to your jaw, squeezing enough to make you keep your mouth open, pulling back to let your combined saliva drip back into your mouth. You pulsed around his cock, unexpectedly enjoying the crude action.

“Kei~!” you whined when even after all that he still wasn’t moving.

“Quiet.” His chest was flush against you, your face in the curve of his neck. He started to move again, holding you down with his body so you couldn’t do anything but let him fuck you. “You feel so good,” he huffed. “So goddamn tight and wet.” You were flushed with embarrassment, and the fact that you could hear how wet you were as he moved wasn’t helping. Your nails dug into his back and you spread your legs wider, silently encouraging him to keep going.

It wasn’t long before your breath was coming in sharp bursts and you were twitching beneath him. “Kei,” you mumbled, a familiar heat coiling low in your belly. “I - oh fuck - Kei I’m gonna…” you managed to slide your hand between your bodies, your fingers caressing your clit in feathery circles. “If you keep…like this…” Your head was so fuzzy, your nerves drunk on pleasure. Tsukki hardly dared to breathe, maintaining the exact same speed and angle as you brought yourself to another orgasm. The noises you made were better than anything he could have imagined, your body arching, your silken walls clamping and throbbing around him.

“Shit,” he hissed, gripping your hip hard as he fucked you through your orgasm. He should have known the effect that would have. He needed to stop. He needed to pull out. He needed to reign in some kind of semblance of self control before he fucked you full of his cum. “So tight, sweetheart, got me way too close.” In a passing moment of clarity you thought fuck he’s going to come. Perhaps what you should have done was pushed him away. What instead happened was you growling like a depraved animal, scratching his back as you wrapped your legs around him and used the leverage to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Don’t you dare pull out,” you growled.

Even if he wanted to, which he didn’t, you held him so tightly he couldn’t. He groaned, his arm around your waist, holding you down on him as he came. You stayed like that for several minutes, bodies twisted together until he finally, slowly, pulled out. “Don’t move.” He brought you a towel and the two of you cleaned up and redressed in silence. When he climbed into bed you curled around him. Your face tucked into his neck, your legs tangled with his, and your fingers threaded in the back of his curly hair. He kissed the top of your head, his hand sliding under your shirt to caress your back.

“For the record,” he said suddenly a minute later. “You might be sleeping in here from now on but you still have to pay rent.”

You giggled, gently pulling his hair. “Only if you agree to rescind the ‘no fucking on the couch’ rule.”

“Keep pulling my hair and I guess we’ll find out.”

“It’s freezing don’t you dare!” You’d only just managed to warm up the bed. He laughed smugly and truth be told you were half tempted to test him. You told yourself that would be tomorrow’s goal.

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anulithots · 3 months ago

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Because you love storytelling, what are your top 5 fav (fictional) books ever? Do you love live- stage drama? Oh, and do you love fairy tales like Andersen, Grimms, etc? If you are, what are your top 5 fav fairy tales?

As I read your blog, I can tell that you love story telling and story as a whole (sorry if it's kinda weird to say). Love your blog so much 🥰💐

Awww thank you!

I dooo like storytelling, it's my solace and comfort place and how my little neurodivergent self processes the world.

Top 5 favorite fictional books:

The Little Prince. The movie fundamentally shaped my childhood, and the book shapes me now. It's such a beautiful story and I've quoted it... quite a few times 😅

Six of Crows. I looove all the characters, their dynamics, the growth they have and how they fit into the larger world. The way all character dynamics and backstories are explored is soooo well done. It's 'be gays, do crimes' in a book and I love it so much,

The wild robot (is it obvious now I used to read a lot of middle grade and never reaaalllyy got into young adult - I've been reading lots of fanfic - so now I'm trying to find a new genre to like.) It's the sweetest little found family between a robot and a gosling ever.

Sherlock Holmes (not finished yet). I've only read a bit so far. THe main duo of Sherlock Holmes and Watson are so fun to read. Their banter, Sherlock's willingness to do crimes and Watson wanting to go along with it because he finds Sherlock interesting. Sherlock Holmes himself being so adhd core. He accidentally became the best man at a wedding for the people he was trying to spy on. It's peak fiction.

(The BBC show had very good characters and character dynamics, but the mystery was kinda... lackluster to be honest)

Blind Trust by @goodluckclove. Such a comfort read, all the characters and dynamics are thoroughly explored. And everyone deserves hugs and happiness. It feels like reading a slice of life show mixed with the saddest backstories and well done emotional writing and akjsdfkl. It was so fun and comforting to read.

Honorable mentions I'll have to reread: Howl's Moving Castle, The Hunger Games (my tbr list got messed around), Heaven Official's blessing.

TBR list: haikyuu, sherlock holmes, The picture of dorian gray, Six of Crows duology, Heaven Official's blessing, The Hunger Games, Omniscient reader's viewpoint.

ALSO ALSO. If anyone ever has recommendations for books that are commentaries with lots of deep contemplation and explorations of themes of some sorts... the ones that sit with you afterwards and make you look at the world in a new way.... I'm alwayyys open to recommendations.

Do you love live- stage drama?

I've only seen one😅. I don't remember what it was called. One of those classic desi ones. Ended tragically and such. I've never gotten into it, but I think I'd like it if I ever did! Maybe when I have ✨ le independence✨ I'll see some. I'm always open to suggestions in my inbox!

Oh, and do you love fairy tales like Andersen, Grimms, etc? If you are, what are your top 5 fav fairy tales?

I've never read any, but I did have a phase where I was interested in them. I watched and read lots and lots of summaries.

I liked the little mermaid one. The ending tragedy sat with little me for a while. The idea that her sisters cared enough to give her the option of her old life at the expense of the prince, that she loved him so much - even if it was unrequited - that she'd rather sacrifice herself... the moral dilemmaasss klajflkasdf. (Also the queer allegories heheh)

The Rapunzel one also was nice... I've heard lots of versions and such.

Um kajdfk I don't remember everythinggg. But they were dark and I loved how dark they were. Since they were 'fairy tales for children' it's pretty much the first dark thing I was exposed to. I honestly love dark things for that weight they add to stories and my fairy tale phase probably played a major part in that.

Thank you so much for the ask!

#writeblr #storytelling #sherlock holmes #the little prince #six of crows #noorie answers asks #answered asks

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theawakesky · 2 years ago

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friend(s)

i don’t have a lot of friend and i don’t think so i mind about it. im fine with my current friends. they all kind, and i don’t think so the ever talk about me, because just not worth it. talking about me is worthless haha.

but i have this one friend, who’s quiet close with me, in both relation and home. at first, i’m really happy about it, i never had someone who close with this much. but this is not close as a bestfriend do.not like telling all my stories or she tell me her stories. maybe because i just not intersted both ways too. mean i don’t want to tell my stories, and i don’s want to hear her’s. this is sound bad yeah? i never had a bestfriend. let’s skip first about my thought about this bestfriend thing.

okay back to this gal again. i kinda like her, but i don’t know why? like most of the times i kinda despise her. i feel like, all i do is giving and i never get anything from her. this is not talking about thing. for example, beware this is the most of time i really really hate her that i just want to scream about it and i afraid that i gonna show my other self. so when we ride back home at night, doesn’t mind using whose car, she always want to using a spotify and always asking for a night ride song. and most of the time, it using my phone. i really don’t mind about it either. but i don’t think so my choice of song is really that bad. first i never or rarely using my playlist because, well the last time i’m using my playlist, two person in the car complained “what the fuck is this song”. the song i choose never ever the annoying song. the only reason they talk like that because they never heard the song. the song is a very typical song you know like jazzy or indie or just pop. i mean, it’s not really that unhearable(?) and it’s not really that bad. ok that time i don’t mind. but other annoying part is they just listen a song that i never heard. well ok it’s fine, it’s 2vs1.

but why when it’s only two of us, she always, ALWAYS, complained. even it’s not using my playlist. i just clicked a night ride song, as it written on the title. but she keeps complained. and i getting a lil bit mad about it, i said “THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT?? LIKE THE TITLE IS NIGHT RIDE SONG, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DOOO?” literally mad. i mad because its always happen like this. end she end up asking a song that she want to hear. i sometimes fine with this, because most of the time we using her car. you thought when using my car the situation will different? no fucking way, because she is self-centered (and i have other reason why i called her this). so i still remember how hateful i am to her because of this. when it is my car i the one who in control, right? i played my fav artist seventeen. she likes too. but not most of the song. so when my fav song was played, and then she just skipped it. and i’m really sad and annoyed at the time. like wtf are you doing? this is my car, my phone, and she just take away like that? bitch.

other example. she always force me to hang out with her if she want. so like today, she ask me to go out eat with her. and i feel bad and i said yes. i thought tomorrow we just gonna ear ramen, but SURPRISE she said “oh we gonna hang out with other friend first before that” heeeeeh? i didn’t ask to go out tho? she didn’t and never ask me first everytime we gonna hangout. i always just want to hangout in one place, because that what she promise me. but out of nowhere she asked me to hangout in different place? nah i clearly said i don’t want to. i said, i need to save my money so i don’t want to hangout, i only want to eat ramen. only. but then she said, nah we will find a cheaper place. I SAID I DON’T WANT TO. stop abuse me and blaming me. like i’m not being a good friend enough.

i don’t what she likes with other friends, she had many friends. did she get abused in other group or is she always like this? idk. or am i being a good friend or bad friend? i thought i’m already being a good friend.

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applepiewinchesters · 2 years ago

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I Was Made For Lovin’ You (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: If Eddie Munson was one thing...it was a goofball.

Spending your summer days curled up next to Eddie in his bed was the best possible way to spend summer, in your opinion anyway.

You listened to music, he played his guitar for you, and you could listen to him talk about his most current D&D campaign for hours.

When you started dating you quickly discovered one thing about Eddie Munson, he was a goof ball.

With his punk rock look and lunch box full of drugs, you wouldn’t have expected someone of his taste to be so goofy.

But he could turn anything into a joke, he made you laugh constantly either with jokes or dramatic re-enactments of stories he would tell.

You were sitting between his legs on his bed, your back against his chest while you hummed, reading a Rolling Stones magazine you’d gotten for him. You were dressed in shorts and an Iron Maiden t-shirt he’d gotten you last week.

Eddie was smoking a joint behind you, every so often putting it to your lips, letting you take a hit. The fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare legs whenever he moved, reading over your shoulder.

“Watcha humming?” he suddenly asked, chin resting on your shoulder, the familiar sound of the song currently stuck in your head intriguing him.

“I Was Made For Lovin’ You,” you answered, turning the page of the magazine and looking over at him, placing a kiss to his cheek.

It had been on when you two were in his van last night, getting into a bit of trouble behind the bowling alley.

He blushed slightly, giggling a bit, which made you smile.

“I still make you blush, Munson?” you teased, making Eddie hide his face in your neck.

“With a pretty girl like you kissing me, of course,” he mumbled, pressing a few kisses to the warm skin beneath his lips, your neck a bit sticky from the humidity outside.

“Stop,” you laughed when he suddenly began humming against your skin, tickling you.

Eddie grabbed the magazine from your hands and tossed it aside, putting out the joint in the ashtray beside his bed.

He began to sing dramatically, wrapping his arms around you while he did, pulling you closer, “Tonight I wanna give it all to you!”.

You laughed as he began rocking you back and forth, continuing his singing, “In the darknessss, there’s so much I want to dooo!”.

Eddie moved from behind you, kneeling down on the bed in front of you now, you laid back against the pillows. He grabbed your face in his hands as he continued the first verse, “And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet! Cause girl I was made for youuu, and girl you made for me!”.

He pressed a hard kiss to your lips before continuing, leaning back on his heels as he did, “I was made for lovin’ you baby! You were made for lovin’ me! And I can’t get enough of you baby! Can you get enough of me?!.”

As he continued his rather loud and dramatic rendition of the KISS hit, he played air guitar, making the noises as well.

You were having a laughing fit as he did so, he looked like a such a dork, singing and playing air guitar on his bed, his long curly hair whipping back and forth.

A knock on his bedroom door suddenly made him stop, but you were still giggling when his uncle Wayne opened the door.

“Ed, the baby next door is gonna wake up if you continue…,” he trailed off, eyes raking over the two of you, “whatever the hell you two were doing.”

“Sorry Wayne,” Eddie said sheepishly, looking down at you still laughing on his bed.

Wayne just smiled and shook his head, “S’alright kid,” he answered. “Remember to keep this boy in check, Y/N.”

You saluted Wayne, “Yes sir!” you told him, making both him and Eddie laugh.

Wayne sent you a wink, still chucking a bit, before closing the bedroom door, leaving Eddie to collapse down onto you once he did, arms wrapping around you as he buried his face into your neck.

“Get offfff,” you told him, pushing at his shoulders a bit. He was stronger though, holding you tighter and shaking his head, his hair tickling your face.

He mumbled something but you couldn’t hear him with his face in your neck and shoulder.

“Huh?” you asked, still half-heartedly trying to shove your boyfriend off.

Eddie lifted his head, smiling widely, his whole face lighting up, “You didn’t like my song?” he asked, feigning a hurt look as he suddenly rolled over onto the bed next to you, grabbing his heart. “You wound me baby.”

You giggled, shaking your head, “I would never,” you commented, reaching over to move some hair from his face.

“Oh but you did, I’m dying!” Eddie exclaimed, still holding his heart as he faked a strangled cough.

His head lolled to the side and he went limp, pretending to die beside you.

You only laughed again, rolling onto your stomach so you could see him better.

He didn’t move when you poked his chest, not even when you pressed a kiss to his lips, hoping to rouse him like a punk rock Sleeping Beauty.

Sighing, you rolled back onto your back, an idea popping into your head, “Damn, I guess I’ll have to smoke this joint all by my lonesome little self, maybe I should call up Steve, see if he wants to join, seeing as the love of my life is gone.”

You grabbed a joint from his bedside table, as well as the lighter, when you turned, the joint held to your lips, ready to be lit, Eddie had one eye open and was peaking at you, a small smirk on his face.

He quickly shut it again when he noticed you looking, and you smiled, reaching over to grab the phone beside his bed, ready to dial Steve’s number to play further into the joke.

A hand shot out, stopping you, your boyfriend had suddenly risen from the dead, grabbing the landline from you and putting it back on the receiver.

“You’d run to Harrington so quickly?” Eddie teased, knowing you’d never in your life do such a thing if you truly did lose him.

“Never babe,” you commented, lighting the joint still in your other hand and taking a hit, “welcome back, how was Hell?”.

Eddie burst into laughter, holding his head up in his hand and taking the joint from you as he shrugged, “Fine, Satan wasn’t really doing it for me though, you’re much hotter sweetheart.”

You watched him take a hit, letting the smoke warm his lungs before blowing it out into the air around you.

“So you’re saying I’m hotter than hell?” you asked him, taking the next hit.

“Oh baby, you’re hotter than Lilith herself,” he told you, smirking again when the comment made you blush.

“Shhh, she might hear,” you joked, moving to rest your head on his shoulder, your arm wrapping around his waist as you slung one leg over his jean clad ones.

“Let her,” Eddie challenged, smiling down at you and placing a kiss to your forehead.

You stared up at him, admiring the smile on his face, his bright eyes and wild hair.

“You really were made for me Munson, you know that?” you asked.

Eddie shook his head, smiling wider, “You mean that?”.

“With my whole heart,” you reassured, making Eddie’s face light up even more, if that were even possible.

Eddie leaned down, kissing you, first your lips and then all over your face, making you giggle.

“You were made for me too princess, a fucking perfect fit.”

A/N: First I just wanted to say I have in fact also posted this on my ao3, so this is not a stolen work. Second I just wanted to thank you for reading! I hope you loved it, please let me know what you think!! - Sara :)

#eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie musnon #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #st4

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darkcitiesnluv · 3 years ago

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Can I order one of Jungwon and the character when they went to sleep together for the first time? And then he's shy at first but likes being around her

Kiss✨

@nanasmitek here it is!! Hope you like it!! If you anymore request? Ask box open!

{ also, they're going to sleep together as in sleeping beside each other ! 🤭}

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You stop at the fridges area where it has all the delicious yogurt drinks stack inside. You glance at every single one of them but couldn't choose one to buy for your sweet sweet best friend, Jungwon.

The young boy injured his hand during his taekwondo practice so you decided to visit him after school. "...... uhh.....fine I'll take the banana one, he likes them...." You grabbed the banana drink and went to the cashier to pay for it.

You decided to surprise him at his house. "Hello, Mrs. Yang!" You whispered to her bringing the bag of food and banana drink for Jungwon.

" Hello! Why are you whispering?...." she whispered to you back. " Wonnie doesn't know I'm here, so I'm surprising him" you giggle making Jungwon's mom chuckle. " Ok," she said before going back to the kitchen.

You stopped walking in front of his door room. Your heard noises coming from his room. " All I wanna dooo~~ is to kick it with youuuu~" it was Jungwon singing to a song from Jay Park. You suddenly open the door and caught him dancing in front of his mirror.

" Y/n what are doing here!?" He yelled at you while laughing nervously as he immediately grabs his phone and pause the music. " I thought you were injured?...." You smirk to tease him.

" I am...my right hand is injured," he said shoving his casted hand against your face. " not my feet " he pointed at his foot. His cute dimples growing deeper because of his smile.

" Aish! Jungwon only if you weren't hurt I would've punched you....here loser, I bought you food and a banana yogurt drink!" You smiled giving him the bag.

" Let's see," he said putting the bag down on his bed and taking out the food. " Okay~~ I like this, and this and- banana milk!?.... Weren't there any of strawberries!?.... Oh my god Y/n" he complained on purpose to tease you. You facepalm and mumbled "I knew it!... Oh my god, I-... I'm sorry baby, I'll buy you another one next-"

Jungwon raised his eyebrows still grinning widely. " Wait. Wait. My. Time" he said in English with his cute voice. You tried your best not to crack a smile but failed. " You said, baby? You called me baby?" He said in his language. You widen your eyes realizing what you said to him.

" Oh- oh Jungwon! Not like that!.....I mean, you are a baby! Look at you! You're so cute! Have you seen your cheeks? Your puffy cheeks with dimples? You're baby!" You exclaimed pinching his cheeks with your fingers.

Jungwon bit inside his lip and rolled his eyes showing you how annoyed he feels. However, he couldn't control that look as soon he saw your pouting lips and he crack a laugh. He grabs your hands from his cheeks and pulls them away from his face. After a second he holds both of your hands and guides you towards his bed.

You were shocked because Jungwon isn't the type to hold your hands so sweetly unless he is trying to trick you or something. You felt weird out of his sudden behavior, Yang Jungwon, guiding you to his bed is something a bit unusual.....

"YANG JUNGWON! WHAT ARE TRYING TO DO TO YOUR NOONA! YOU PERVER, I'MMA TELL YOUR MOMMY!" You glared and slap at the extremely confused boy's shoulder.

He narrowed down his eyebrows. " What do you mean perver-.….. YOU'RE THE PERVERT ONE FOR THINKING DIRTY! And just because you're one month older than me, doesn't make a noona, calling yourself a noona makes you sound super old" he smirked and laughed.

You gasped and hit him in the shoulder again. " Whatever shit garden," you said sitting on his bed and crossing your arms over your chest.

" Hey! That was mean" Jungwon said trying not to laugh at the nickname. " Anyway....Ah....now let's be serious...." He said. His thin smile faded and replaced itself with a straight sad frown. You started to feel worried because most of the time Jungwon is always happy and smiling and never shares a sad story.......unless you want to count the story of his.....passed away cactus 🌵.

" Jungwon what's wrong?....." You scooted closer to him. You put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. His gaze towards his hands that were playing with his fingers. You saw him gulp down just by the movement of his neck. Is Jungwon nervous? Does he want to cry? What is going on?

" My dad came home...." He said slowly as his voice wanted to crack up but he would cough purposely so it wouldn't show. You furrowed your eyebrows forming a worried expression. Now you understand why he's acting like this. It just had to be that man again to make him feel unhappy about himself.

" Wonnie! What have I told you before! Do not listen to him!" You hold his face with both of your hands. Both of your gazes locked to each other. " He expects too much from you, and doesn't give anything! You're just a teen! You're still a child! You need to live your life calmly and freely, just focus on your school, the auditions later!.... Jungwon.....you are allowed to make your own choices too....okay?" you said slowly trying to get the words to go through his head.

" I know Y/n, but it's just.....he says so much that it makes me doubt myself...." Suddenly his tears run down like a waterfall on his cheeks. The pale fair skin of his face turns red. The boy felt embarrassed and covered his face with the sleeves of his white hoodie.

How much you wanted to protect your best friend, he means everything to you for so many reasons. You pressed your body close to him, wrapping your arms around his body tightly. You rest your head on top of his head. " Wonnie, baby, nooooo don't cry! You're a strong boy! Come on! Why are you suddenly becoming soft around me?" With your watery red eyes, you try to make Jungwon feel better but still, you felt him cry even more.

"Come here, let's sleep together....." You said almost forcing Jungwon to lay down but he stopped you. " NO- what if my mom comes in and thinks the wrong idea-..." His eyes were still red and puffy. His nose as well. That made you feel in pain as you wanted to give him a super tight hug letting him know you are there for him.

" That's crazy! She won't think wrong at all! I'm sure of it!" You smiled kindly. Jungwon shook his bangs away and grins. " Okay....." He said with a sheepishly grin.

You pushed him down on his back. You grab the blanket that was spread in the bed. You pull it up to your shoulders and his as well. You scooted closer to him holding him as if he was your baby brother. Your arms wrapped around his neck and shoulder, his face almost touches your neck. You felt he was calming down little by little. Soon his sobbing turned into nice calming sounds of his breathing.

'He must've felt asleep....' You thought.

You leaned closer to kiss his forehead while patting his soft black hair. " Thank you for staying by my side....baby" Jungwon mumbled and chuckled lightly at the 'baby' part to make fun of you. You felt his free arm wrapped around your torso as he went back to sleep.

You had a blushing face. " Shhhh Jungwon, just sleep...." You said although you felt something in your stomach. What was it called again? The butterflies? You felt butterflies in your stomach?......what's the meaning of it?

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not-so-innocent-bi-sander · 3 years ago

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Hello fellow OL1 (i hope you know that OL2 is in the works, hence the 1). Tell me more about your MC and their relationship with Cove.

I dooo :D also can’t wait for the Derek and Baxter dlc!

So I’ve done four full play throughs (and two skip through half play throughs to get achievements I didn’t want to play through) and each time I did a sortve different character.

Play through one was my go to character for playing games. The name I usually use, a bit more of a confident personality, more excitable, more “throw caution to the wind.” That one was still obviously cute, but I was still learning how the game worked so I figured out some things while doing it.

Play through two was me, making more honest choices of what I’d have done in the situation, skewed a little by already knowing the story, so of course I ended up with a cove who was very closed off because I just wanted to reassure and take care of him at every turn. I also started at crush step 1 instead of fond.

Play through three was a character I named Cori, a writer who transitioned to they/them pronouns, somewhat so I could learn what they do and how the game interacts with choosing different pronouns and body questions. But this one I think is my favorite play through, the two of them are the cutest together and Cori was much more willing to point out issues that they were having and encouraging Cove to branch out. They also have sea sickness and a willingness to at least shove irritating birthday party crashers lol. Of course I kept confusing myself with dialogue because the names are so similar. They also hyphenated their last names in the DLC because I couldn’t help but give Cori the last name Ocean, I got to the question and just couldn’t commit to Cove Ocean lol. This one was also one where I considered more of their future, and I had a fun time thinking about whether or not they’d want kids and pets beyond fish, and decided that Cori would want to use a surrogate simply because they would love to have kids who would inherit things from Cove. That conversation would be an adorable bawling mess, but what big conversation isn’t when it comes to our beloved crybaby?

And my fourth play through was the first one I decided to use Direct instead of Relaxed.. since I realized i hadn’t up to that point. Oliver, a transman, who is a talented painter and very willing to just say what needs saying. This was my first really open and warm Cove, who I feel benefitted a lot from someone willing to just tell him when he needed to work on something, was more consistent in light teasing and joking, and didn’t basically let him off the hook everytime. They were also really great together, definitely my second favorite of the characters.

Also I somehow never managed a cove that decided to focus on athletics, he was always studious and worked at the library lol

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equalstrashflavoredtrash · 5 years ago

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Loved your take on our favorite Mando, Din Djarin! Do you have any headcanons about him that you'd like to share? Maybe something with a little smutty flavor?

Ok so I DOOO! have this one headcanon thing i’ve been throwing around in my skull (late at night when i can’t sleep) and yeah is only hc cus i dont feel like writing the whole fic but is basically a story… ANYWAY more under the cut cus NSFW talk of breeding kinks lol also din x reader

Din has a latent breeding kink

like it’s not something he actively thinks abt or even realized for a long time

When he was growing up babies were always a big deal, something to be celebrated🎉

One of his earliest memories after being taken in by the Mandalorians was someone showing him a baby that was like a month old (he didn’t know whose baby it was, it was long time ago and he was just a kid) but they told him “Babies and Foundlings are the future, where one child is good, two is better,” while petting his hair and it made him feel wanted in the community

Basically, he’s always thought babies were a good thing but his way of providing for the covert and his people was working jobs like bounty hunting

So babies were never something at the forefront of his mind as an adult

And then he suddenly had his own foundling to care for

and some time after that you agreed to join him, acting as a live-in nanny for the child.

Din was already head over heals for you—like from the get go—but then watching you play with, or feed, or sing to, or literally do anything with the little one, it just did him in

He felt guilty sometimes, he’d get so hard watching you, wanting nothing more than to drag you off to his bunk for a few hours… but the child was awake and he couldn’t just leave him alone in the hull, that’d be selfish! So Din would go off to the cockpit and take matters into his own hands, so to speak.

When the two of you finally started getting physical together he still didn’t tell you, buuuut he did always ask to finish inside you.

You never thought twice abt this, like you’re on birth control and half of your exs made similar requests so yeah, nbd

then there’s one night the two of you are going at it hard and heavy and Din kind of loses himself.

He’s close to the edge when he grunts out, “Tell me to cum inside you,” and like ok you repeat it back and he starts. going. harder.

You’re digging your nails into his back, trying to hold on as he pounds into you. Meanwhile his mind is next to blank, not thinking when he asks, “Tell me you want me to get you pregnant.”

At first you’re like ‘wait, what?’ but with the pace he was going at you weren’t able to follow that train of thought for long and end up moaning out, “Put a baby in me Din, please!”

and he’s gone

12/10 best orgasm he’s ever had.

He knew he asked you to say it, but like ACTUALLY hearing your voice ask him to put a baby in you fried a piece of his brain.

Once he’s finished he just collapses on top of you—total dead weight

Which is pretty unusual for him, he normally is very attentive and caring after sex but right now he’s still waiting to regain feeling in his limbs and steady his breathing.

Eventually he shifts to the side, still covering you but taking his weight off your lungs.

Both of you lay there in silence, very much entwined as you scratch his scalp and eventually ask, “Do you really want to have a baby with me?”

Din’s brain is still running on a five second delay so his answer is a bit disjointed, “Yes—well, no… I don’t know. Not right now, we already have the little one, but—but maybe… someday.”

The way he’s laying, with his face buried somewhere between your shoulder and neck, muffles his voice in your hair. “But the idea of getting you pregnant—the act of it—is uh, very exciting to me.”

He’s relieved how normal you react to the concept, and excited to do more

You tease him a little bit abt his kink but never anything mean, more just that if he had his way, you’d spend the rest of your life waddling around the Razor Crest pregnant (he’s thankful for the beskar helmet when you joke like that, so you can’t see just how much his face lights up at the idea)

He also doesn’t say just how much he enjoys it when you started to jokingly call him ‘Stud’

hope you enjoyed this lol feel free to send me more headcanon request if you want!

#din djarin x reader #din dijarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #mandalorian headcanon #din djarin headcanons #smutty headcanon #im sorry im this way lmao #please enjoy #pedro pascal

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cottoncandy-jester · 4 years ago

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✨lay down now darling its time for a dream✨

Little Cucciolo (leone abbacchio x male reader)

Yay my first jjba story! There are many many more in the works and as always requests are open

Honestly Im a fan of writing reader as a literal dumb feral beast cause it reminds me of one of my ocs and they are fun so expect more fics with this type of reader

This story contains: pet play, anal sex, use of the word master, degrading, praise kink(if you squint), reader being a dumbass feral animal, dumbification

Cucciolo= puppy

"whose such a good boy? Whose such an obedient pet?"

" ah- me! Me me me master, it's me!"

Your excited squeals as you sat on your knees under the table made leone chuckle before running his hands through your hair. As he poked his fingers through the muzzle you wore he had to pull it back fast since you tried to bite him with your sharp teeth. Usually he would punish such actions but he allowed it since you were whining about food before you all got here.

Honestly you were more animal than person but that was okay, abacchio was the one to find you in an alley way eating rotten meat. At first he was going to leave you be but when you reached for him and let out those helpless little whines he couldn't help but take you home. With lots of training, care, and love you became the perfect pet you are now.

"is the puppy hungry? Hmm? If I take the muzzle off you can't bite anyone okay? Understand?"

The male's stern tone made you nod before you nuzzled your face against his thigh clearly wanting to get your face in-between his legs but Leone quickly stopped you before giving you a light glare.

"not that, not now..later if you are good you can have a taste"

Leone sighs as he unbuckled the muzzle and placed it on top the table only to put a plate of food onto the ground watching as you ate messily as if you were some starved beast.

Leone glanced down at you with a smile before focusing on calmly drinking a glass of wine, wrapped around his hand was a black leash attached to a black leather collar with a shiny purple heart tag with the words 'belongs to leone abbacchio' carved on it in black letters. You were his and everyone knew, hell the others would rarely touch you besides giving pets on your head or quick pats on your back

Well everyone besides giorno who had no fear of abbacchio's rules and would often praise and pet you whenever you were close enough, like right this moment when he reached under the table and softly snapped his fingers to gain your attention which worked.

Leone felt a faint tug on the leash so he looked down to check on you only to see you were on the other side of the table your body settled between giorno's legs as he seemed to be feeding you cake lovingly while softly giving you praises such as 'good boy' or even beckoning you to eat more.

"say ahh.. careful not to spill cream on you would hate to get you all messy"

Giorno's hushed dominant tone seemed to piss leone off but it only got worse when the male saw the blonde gently pull you up before slowly leaning down to lick cream off your cheek while glancing at your so called master.

Leone snapped and yanked the leash roughly seeing you fall back to the ground along with hearing a gagging sound from you before you looked at the source of the tug flinching at the sight of a very angry leone.

"come here, now"

It didn't take long before you were crawling under the table returning to leone's side and gripping his leg kissing it and his shoes as a way to apologize. The male glared down at you in disgust before simply scooping you into his arms before eying giorno he will deal with that asshole later.

Leone calmly walked into the bathroom before locking it and dropping you to the ground. He yanked your leash tightly as he pressed his heel against your bulge, he could feel how hard you were and just the sight of you like this drove him crazy.

"tell me slut, what the hell was that?"

"i-i wanted cake..you were busy so giorno offered to share"

Your soft voice was one he rarely heard since he was far more used to your random feral squeals and squeaks but it made him feel special since you only spoke to politely to him.

"when the Cucciolo needs something..who does he come to no matter what?"

Leone leaned down glaring at you as you kept your head down now sitting on your knees avoiding eye contact, you bit your bottom lip only to feel leone softly pull your lip from under your teeth

"speak, pet. Who do you go to when you want or need something?"

"m-master..I go straight to master and no one else"

Leone gripped your face with his hand now squishing your cheeks together and forcing eye contact, he wanted you to know that he was angry with you that what you did was wrong.

"then why would you even dare go to that bastard?! It's like you want to be punished"

After speaking leone pulled back before unhooking the leash from your collar and forcing you to stand. He glanced at the bathroom counters before giving a short whistle motioning you to bend over, a motion you are fairly familiar with.

It took you less than a second to bend over on the counter before you got to work on pulling down your pants only to feel leone roughly grab your arms and tie them behind your back using the leash as a rope.

"did I tell you to do that? You are just being so fucking bad today"

With an annoyed click of his tongue leone simply yanked your underwear and pants down in one swift yank. Your ass was already still red from the spanking you had gotten a few nights prior for biting leone and the sight made the male suck in a sharp breath

"spanking is far too good for you, no no a slutty boy like you deserve a punishment that will make you think twice about even being near that stupid bastard"

The Anger in leone's voice gave you shivers but then you heard a ripping noise and before you could question it you felt something shoved into your mouth. You recognized this fabric..it was your very own underwear

"now, here's what's gonna happen whore I'm going to finger this slutty little hole and see just how many times you cum just from that, is that understood?"

Once he saw you nod leone licked two of his fingers before he shoved them both in with zero warning, the feeling made your body twitch as you shuddered and squirmed lightly now feeling precum dribble down your cock as you waited for leone to move his fingers with a needy whine escaping you.

When leone did move he showed absolutely no mercy, his thick fingers shoved deep into your hole before he scared to do a scissor motion while pumping in and out deeply enjoying your insanely slutty squeals and moans.

"you slutty mutt, I bet you wanted this eh? You wanted to piss me off so I would punish you. You're always so eager for my fucking attention even if it means me ripping your hole open like this!"

His cold words ended with him adding a third finger inside if you now roughly pumping his fingers in and out spreading them as far as they would go. Your muffled who and feral bucking of your hips as you cummed only made leone hard but he needed more, he needed to feel you climax more. It was like an addiction watching your lewd face from the bathroom mirror the way your eyes rolled back as you slobbered all over the underwear in your mouth was enough to give him shivers.

His gluttony to make you cum went on for so long that you were already slurring your words and acting like a total idiot. Your body shook as your babbling was just you begging for his cock to rip you apart, the underwear dropped from your mouth but leone didn't seem to mind and actually adored your sobs and crazy babbling. leone finally gave into your sobbing pleas since he himself was so hard he thought his cock would rip his pants.

"alright slut, I hope you're ready"

As you heard him unzip his pants you were practially wiggling your ass from excitement as your brain was already dumb just from leone's fingers. As you felt leone untie your arms you couldn't help but squeal and whine

"master's cock! Ah! Gimme gimme gimme gimme! Need it need it! My slutty boy parts are tingling! Nghhh-"

Your high pitched squeals were silenced by leone slapping your ass before he pressed his cock against your eager asshole. He was going to give you a second to relax before he pushed in but he gasped when you slammed your ass back forcing him inside you.

"ooohh~ m-master's thick sweet cock is filling me I'm gonna ripppp~"

Leone gripped your hips with a low growl as he started to roughly thrust in and out of you.

"fuck- you're so fucking hot when you are stupid and horny like this so..damn..stupid all you can think about is cock"

His low growling in your ear seemed to only excite you more as your loud rabid moans filled the room. You were drooling with your eyes rolling back as you excitedly stroked your cock with one hand while your other pulling at your own nipples before you pressed your face against the counter getting drool all over it.

"faster! Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder! Break me break me break me!"

Your dumb squeals only got worse as leone did exactly as you screamed. You started to trail your tongue along the counter now not even speaking a proper language and just making random sounds.

"fuck- you are really going crazy there eh Cucciolo? Who owns you?! Who is the only one who can fuck you like this?! Speak!"

It was pure sadistic for leone to demand you to speak knowing you were already too brain fried to form proper words but hearing you squeal what sounded like his name over and over was enough for him.

When it came time for his climax leone digged his nails Into your hips as he slammed his hips harder before he heard a gasp coming from you, you knew exactly when he was going to cum and now came the point where your crazy begging for his cum started.

"need cum..! Insideeee! Dooo it inside! Fill fill fill fill!"

God leone loved how dumb you got cause of him. It was absolutely beautiful and was enough to make him slam his hips and fill your needy hole with his hot cum.

This action caused you to cum for what you think is the 5th time, your hips slammed into the counter as you cummed all on the floor and your body twitched and spasmed with the purest of bliss and euphoria before going totally limp.

Leone slowly pulled out and quickly held your waist so you didn't fall, he softly sat you on the found before pressing soft kisses onto youe face and sweetly, your eyes were drooped as your expression was zoned out, drool dribbled down your chin and you lightly swayed side to side.

He chuckled as he helped you get cleaned up and dressed before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He knew you more than you knew yourself so seeing you like this was nothing new though he did like to make sure you can somewhat talk.

"puppy, I love you"

"yummmmyy..cockkk~"

Yup.

He definitely overdid it.

leone calmly hooked your leash onto your collar before fixing his own clothes and scooping you into your arms feeling you nuzzle your face into his neck while still drooling so he softly rubbed your back now walking out the bathroom only see a line of people who urgently had to pee.

Leone simply smirked as he walked back to the table and calmly took a seat while you slowly took a nap cuddling into Leone while he petted your hair and planting sweet kisses onto your sleeping face.

"my sweet little Cucciolo, I love you more than life itself"

His sweet whispers into your ear earned him a sleepy coo as you felt into a slumber clinging to the man you love.

#jjba imagines #jjba smut #leone abbacchio #leone abbachio x reader #jjba

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thistle-and-thorn · 3 years ago

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i see you interacting with a lot of jonsa people but you also write for sanrion?

do you think sanrion is going to get together in the books? why do you ship them?

sorry if this sounds rude, thanks.

Oh, it’s not rude at all. It is a great question.

I do like the implication that I’m in a Romeo-Juliet situation with any Jonsa mutuals (I have like two mutuals in ALL—okay more than that but not much lol). Like I’m Romeo just ScReAmInG in the garden up at their balcony that I really liked the last chapter update. But honestly, I got Tumblr again after several years of not having one, didn’t know what to do with myself, looked at my A03 history, found the authors on the last ten fics I read, followed the blogs I vibed with. And last month, when I made said blog, I was on a Jonsa kick. I cannot also express to you how little thought I put into my tumblr interactions. There is no curation on this blog and significantly less filter than i have in real life, I am so sorry, my dear (and to everyone really).

I don’t play the prediction game with asioaf. I’m not a meta writer. But no, I don’t think Sanrion will get together in the books. As to other predictions? I remain agnostic. I’ve read a lot of the Jonsa metas about whether or not they will get together. Some of them I buy more than others. That’s all I say about that.

But onto Sanrion (and surprisingly relevant because i was just having this discussion): I think there’s a distinction between canon shipping and non-canon shipping first of all. Shipping, for me, is the exploration between different dynamics. It’s something that can be both extremely arbitrary and incredibly personal. I think a lot of shipping tension/discussion in asioaf/GoT circles is about what will happen in the books but that’s a very separate discussion from why you produce fanfiction for a certain couple.

The short answer is Sansa and Tyrion are my favorite characters and so writing them is the shortcut way to think and write and talk about them all the time. I’m not very monogamous in my GoT shipping because there’s so many characters (like the pairings—whoever thought that tyrion/satin was a ship is a hero to me like the imagination. DIVINE.) and when I wrote my first story last year I chose sanrion for logistical purposes primarily. I think many effective fanfic writers (not all, but I have some notable examples in mind) are a little anti-their ship or understand anti-arguments. I’m pretty anti-sanrion in many ways. I don’t get it. That friction is really good for me creatively. I get Sansaery or Brienne/Sansa or and I get why people like Jonsa and so though I like reading about those pairings so I’m not interested in writing them necessarily. I compulsively write about Sanrion, I compulsively come up with ideas for Sanrion. In that first story, I had to kind of write my way in to that relationship (and, um, that’s a funny series to read back because you can literally see the mechanics of me trying to figure out what the hell I was doing, including like how to write something besides research reports, I mean I still am, but the quality and characterization in that fic is so significantly all over the place it’s honestly very funny). Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I feel like I’m always, always, always constructing the reasons they shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t and why they would anyway.

Another way to put it is that I ship them as individuals rather than based on their canon dynamics. I started writing during the pandemic so the idea of the personal is political and the political is personal was at the forefront of my mind. And GRRM’s insistence on that point is the theme that I love and think is the most important part of the Westeros world. Sansa and Tyrion are the characters where that thesis is the most apparent, too. They are treated as they are, they are abused (and abuse) the way they are because of what their bodies are. This plays out even in the way that they’re treated by fans: the misogynistic hot takes on Sansa, the ableist things that are said about Tyrion. They are also inextricably tied to their families and that “brand”, but I think you see that they are on the outside of those groups because of how people understand what their bodies mean. They’re both clever and they’re both underestimated because of how their bodies are read socially. Their individual and physical identity is inseparable from their sociopolitical one. So that’s what I’m always working out in my fics (except for follow me, which is just about Wild Child but I’m too chicken to write a rpf let me revel in my trash garden thanks). It’s a pairing that is neverendingly fascinating to me—the contradictions of their respective privileges and disenfranchisements, the way you can experiment with power dynamics of different kinds, the way that wanting and romanticism and desire and the way that these natural impulses of humanity become perverted for them and how each of these impulses are so essential to both of their story arc--*screeches* *takes a deep breath*--and the potential of two disaster bis making a life together. Dude, it’s all so cool. Plus, they both like books and me, too.

Also, Peter Dinklage is, like, criminally hot and Sanrion people are the chillest section of almost any fandom I’ve literally ever met and everybody I’ve interacted with are deeply lovely tulip-people. I really wrote a zombie apocalypse au this week and people were like ‘wanna hear a cool song about some locusts? And talk about the Bengal famine of 1943?' And it’s like yes, friends, yes I dooo. On Tumblr, they want to make The Real Real edits and talk about That Jawline. I vibe with that.

Thanks for the ask! <3

#asks

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years ago

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Hi Allie!! How you doooing? Good I hope? I'm here busting in again to say..

I just read part two of Porco fic. Ahahahah. Ahahahhaha. Oh you. You little– HOW DARE YOU HUH?!? Listen. It was a fucking roller-coaster man? Like? Excuse me? I didn't think I'd be in for a damn ride.

At first I was so happy of course, my husband made an appearance at the tennis court. I know it's about Zeke but I can't stop thinking about Reiner probably with his tight ass tank top just smiling at reader and Zeke being 'in love'. Then I almost got mad because reader should've spoken or something. Then I got sad.. Really.. Really sad.

Okay first of all I love how you kept the original story of canon Zeke's parents into a modern one. It just fits perfectly and makes sense. But.. I don't know, but when Zeke was talking about his past, pain, trauma.. I cri infjdj I don't know, maybe it's my attraction to broken men, but I can relate to reader. Wanting to protect someone so dear to you from literally anything that could hurt them. Reader's clearly blinded by the thoughts of that, right? At that point I understood reader, fine. But I wished reader confront Zeke and when they did

I GOT MAD?!? This dude literally gaslighting reader? Sadly he sounds so fucking convincing with all these stories and stuff? I mean if I was in reader's position I would probably believe it but from another person's pov that's kinda suspicious? But also BELIEVEABLE? and Zeke shouldn't talk about Porco like that tbh:/

And remember when you said I'd like Zeke this chapter? Well I was about to but not anymore :D

So yeah that was amazing, you triggered 3 emotions in me in a span of a short time that's talent right there bestie!!

hiii omg i didn’t reply earlier because i wanted to take the time to sit down and properly address this because it’s such a thoughtful comment <3

first of all reiner in a tight ass tank top... my brain is melting rn just imagining reiner’s strong biceps while playing tennis... :’)

reader really does love zeke and i wanted to write how much she does it. like love him to a point you don’t want anything to ever hurt him again because he’s not a bad human being, shit has happened to him and well, it seems reader is also deeply attracted to broken men lmao all of us could start a club honestly.

zeke really said let’s slander porco ;-; tbh his actions could be a little suspicious so far. he /is/ in love with the reader and is insisting on her to break up with zeke. now, you could say porco didn’t try anything with the reader even while sleeping in the same bed, but you know... i love porco, i do, but that’s the bare minimum.

if he didn’t take advantage if you while you were drunk and sad he’s not a gentleman, he’s just doing the bare minimum

i’m so happy you liked this chapter as well!!! i can’t say whether zeke’s explanation was true or false lmao but convincing? it sure was. my goal for this chapter was for the readers to be confused alongside our main character, not being sure if he’s actually telling the truth or just a really good manipulator and reading the comments i think i got you all wondering so i feel accomplished :’)

i think doubt can be very powerful <3

#lovely reiner's girl #mwah thank you so much for such a long commentary aaaaaaaaaa #i loved reading this so much!!!!#soranociel #allie answers

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seokmattchuus · 5 years ago

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Secrets - Seungwoo

A/n: Maybe I screamed while writing this. #hornypanickedscreeching

- Requested -

Being best friends with Seungwoo was a blessing and a curse.

Never did you think a sweet crackhead could exist until you met him.

And with the conversations you had, in public and out, sometimes you wish you never knew him.

“Okay, so Chan just texted me.” Seungwoo started as he looked up from his phone, placing it on the cafe’s table next to his coffee. “And this is gonna sound kinda weird, but not really since it’s coming from me.” He deadpanned.

“Def-”

“He wants to know how to make a girl squirt.” He cut you off, looking up at you seriously.

With the way you choked on your coffee, he couldn’t help the laugh that left him.

“Public.” You coughed, looking around to see if anyone heard your conversation. “And at least warn me.” You whined, wiping the excess coffee off your face.

“But I did.” He smiled at you. “Now, hurry up and tell me so we can move on.”

“Why am I the one you’re asking? Don’t you have any other female friends?” You glared, angrily sipping your coffee as he kept his stupid smile.

“Not really, they all just wanna date me.” He pouted. “And you’re the only one around at the moment.”

“Why me?” You whispered to yourself, not really expecting an answer.

But of course you got one anyways.

“Because coming from a girl, it’ll be more valid.” He stated. “’Cause, I could tell him, but what if I’m wrong? I mean, in my experience, I’m either a sex god or I just get lucky.”

You closed your eyes as you sighed.

“If you don’t shut up.” You sighed, your eyes still closed. “I’m going to leave you here.”

“What are you so mad about?” He chuckled, bringing the cup to his lips. “We can finally share sex stories like real friends.”

You opened your eyes and just nodded at him, shoving your phone in your pocket while you grabbed your coffee.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you got up.

“Leaving you.” You stuck your tongue out before darting out the cafe door, no longer caring how you looked to everyone given they probably heard your previous conversation.

It wasn’t long before he made it out too, but you were already in the car with the door locked.

“Not funny.” He pouted, leaning his forehead against the window, you lowering it just enough so you didn’t have to yell.

“I told you I would.” You mocked his pout and he sighed, wiggling his finger through the small space.

“If you don’t unlock this door in five seconds.” He put on his best fake glare. “I’m gonna tickle the shit out of you.”

“Not if you can’t catch me.” You smiled, placing your foot on the break and putting the car in reverse.

“I still know where you live.” He mocked your smile.

“Valid point.” You held your finger up, putting the car back in park.

He didn’t respond, only holding up his hand as he started counting down with his fingers.

But of course, you didn’t unlock the door until he reached one.

Just to be petty.

“Ah ah ah!” You squealed as he lunged at you, your hand coming up try to keep him away. “I unlocked it within five seconds so you can’t touch me.” You rushed out, your eyes darting to his hands to make sure they stayed away.

“Fine.” He glared before bringing a finger up. “But just this time.” He warned.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you say that every time.” You giggled but quickly stopped as he flinched towards you.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked.

The drive home was full of him trying to get you to answer the dumb question and you finally snapped once you threw the car in park as you got home.

“Can’t he just watch porn like a normal person?” You whined, turning to look at him as you stopped in your driveway.

“Porn doesn’t tell you what to do.” He whined back.

“We are not having this conversation.” You said as your head fell against the seat.

“Why?” He smirked. “Scared you’re gonna get turned on remembering how it happened?” He teased, his face inching close to yours. “I won’t make fun of you if you dooo~” He continued, his finger coming up to poke your cheek, and you opened your eyes with a sigh.

“I-” You licked your lips, your eyes trying to look anywhere but at him. “I haven’t-” You coughed. “I’ve never..” You trailed off. “You know..”

It fell quiet after that and you shut your eyes again, reaching for the door handle before quickly getting out of the car to head to your door.

Only to realize you left the keys in the car.

Of course.

You dropped your head against the door as you heard the car turn off, and the car doors shut.

He didn’t say anything, only humming as he unlocked your door.

“If you don’t move your head, you’re gonna fall.” He said as he reached for the doorknob.

“Falling would be nice.” You mumbled, not picking your head up.

“Please move back.” He chuckled, reaching out to grab your shirt before he opened the door.

“You should’ve just let me fall.” You grumbled, walking inside and laying face down on the couch.

“Can you at least look at me?” He laughed. “You act like this is something to be ashamed of.”

“It is.” You mumbled into the cushion. “Guys are all about squirting. Even fucking Chan’s about it. And it’s something I can’t do.” You continued your mumbling and you felt his hand pet your hair as he continued laughing, and you looked up at him with a half-glare, half-pout. “Stop laughing, it isn’t funny.” You whined.

“I’m just thinking.” He started as his laugh died down, his hand still petting your hair. “You can’t squirt, or no one’s ever made you squirt?”

You didn’t answer, not really knowing the answer and you dropped your head again.

“I could help.” He offered. “Find out if I’m really a sex god.”

“You-”

You were cut off by his hands helping you up, a stupid smirk on his face.

“It could be our little secret.” He licked his lips. “Like that on-”

“We were drunk. That was different.” You cut him off. “We’re sober right now.”

“How about this.” He started. “If I can make you squirt, I’ll give you five of my shirts. Your choice.” He nodded. “I’ll even throw in that cologne you like so much.”

“You are not seriously trying to bribe me with your expensive shit.” You deadpanned.

“It’s only bribing if it’s working.” He smiled, knowing you were considering it.

“And we don’t talk about it? Ever?” You clarified.

“Yup.” He smiled.

“Why do you want to do this so bad?”

“Shut up and meet me in the bedroom.” He shook his head with a laugh, getting up and leaving you on the couch.

You face palmed. You were really doing this. With fucking Seungwoo of all people.

You sighed.

It couldn’t be that bad?

Right?

You walked to your room with shaky legs as you swallowed whatever fear you had.

“Nice of you to join me.” He winked as he looked up from the bed.

“Can we not do the jokes?” You whined. “I’m nervous and it’s not helping.”

“Come here.” He motioned with his hand, patting the spot on the bed next to him.

You slowly made your way and laid next to him, his hand cupping your face as he moved to straddle you.

“Just relax.” He whispered. “This won’t work if you’re nervous.” He smirked, his hands moving to the buttons of your shirt, slowly undoing the top buttons.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, noticing how your nervousness never left. “I want you to enjoy this.” He licked his lips

You nodded, letting his face fall inches in front of you, his lips locking with yours softly as he worked on the rest of the buttons, letting it fall to your sides before his hands up to softly grab at your breasts.

Sober Seungwoo was different from drunk Seungwoo.

Drunk Seungwoo was needy and impatient, ripping your clothes off while he completely took you over.

Sober Seungwoo was gentle, taking his time as he waited for you to relax under his touch.

And once he felt your body ease under him, he switched.

His lips turned rough, but you had no time to comply as they moved towards your neck, already knowing where to go due to the first time he had his hands on you.

“S-Seungwoo-” You choked out as bit down, your hand coming up to grab his hair but he caught it with his own hand, holding it over your head.

“Don’t.” He warned. “I want you needy.” He paused, a smug smirk forming. “We both know that won’t take long.”

You whined at the request, but let him continue biting his way down your neck, his lips eventually reaching your breasts, pulling your bra down before taking your nipple into his mouth while his free hand slid to the hem of your skirt to play with the fabric.

“I’ve always wanted you back under me.” He chuckled as he released your nipple, starting on the other one, your hand fighting between grabbing his hair and staying at your side like he wanted.

“You listen so well.” He smiled, noticing your hand. “Do you want me to hold that one down, too?” He cooed, and you nodded.

“I can’t help it.” You whimpered, your hips bucking.

He chuckled and you held your arm up so he could hold it down along with the other while his free hand slid under the skirt fully to run his finger over your panties lightly, watching as your head rolled to the side.

“Already so wet.” He cooed, slipping the fabric to the side to run a finger up your slit. “And I didn’t even have to do much.”

“Seungwoo-” You whined as you rolled your hips into his hand. “You were right, now touch me, please.”

“I will if you keep your hands here.” He smirked, squeezing your wrists to emphasize.

“Okay.” You nodded with a pant. “Just please.”

He let go and kissed his way down your torso, and over the fabric of the skirt, lifting it when he reached the end, his hands coming up to pull your panties down.

“I bet I can make you squirt in fifteen minutes.” He smirked, his thumb coming to run over your clit, chuckling at how your body jolted. “Maybe ten since you’re so sensitive.”

You bit your lip in response, and closed your eyes, trying your best not to show how excited you were.

“Don’t hold back now.” He smirked before shoving your thighs apart and immediately flattening his tongue against you before his sucking on your clit.

The whimper you let out only encouraged him and it wasn’t long before he was sliding two fingers into you, pumping them slowly a couple times before speeding up, curling them every time he sucked on your clit.

“Se-Seung-Fuck.” You moaned out, as his fingers showed no signs of lightening up on you, nor his tongue.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He smirked up at you with a pant, using his free hand to slide his hair to the side, the sight making your head fall back with a moan.

“You can’t be that easy, y/n.” He cooed as he curled his fingers again, your thighs snapping shut, but to no avail as he ripped them back open, and you couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips.

“I forgot how much you like being controlled.” He chuckled, as he slowed his pace, leaning back down to kitten lick your clit. “God, you make it so easy.”

“Please let me move my hands.” You whined, rolling your hips to meet his fingers.

“Why? You want them in my hair? You want to grab my wrist to try and slow me down?” He chuckled. “This was a bet, baby.” He bit his lip before speeding his fingers up again, a sadistic smirk forming as he watched you struggle. “And you know I don’t like to lose.”

“Fuck!” You cried out, feeling a whole new type of pressure build up inside you, and your hands flew to his hair as you lost control. “I-I-I can’t, oh my god-” You cried as your thighs started to shake, but he grabbed your hands, forcing them down beside you while he curled his fingers again.

“You can, and you will.” He growled, his head dipping down between your legs to encourage you, his grip on your wrist tightening as he did, a small reminder that you were fucked.

“C’mon, baby.” He coaxed as he felt you clenching around his fingers. “I know you want to, just let it go.”

“It’s too-”

“Do it for me, baby. Let go for me.” He said softly, curling his fingers one last time, biting his lip as you struggled in his hold.

That was all it took, your thighs snapping shut as you let go of whatever pressure you had, your back arching while you cried out.

“You did so well for me.” He cooed, getting up and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

It wasn’t till then that you realized your eyes were still shut, and when you opened them, you couldn’t help but close them again, the sight of Seungwoo’s wet shirt being too much for the moment.

“And you said you couldn’t.” He teased, and you opened your eyes to glare but only saw him licking his fingers clean, the sight making your face flush.

“Maybe I am a sex god.” He chuckled, checking his watch. “It only took twelve minutes.”

You closed your eyes, still trying to get your breath back while your face flushed even more.

“Shut up and let me pick my shirts.”

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ericsonclan · 4 years ago

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Our First Christmas

Summary: Omid and Christa work together to have it be the best first Christmas with their kids ever.

Word Count: 2297

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“Do bee do ba do dee da dooo,” Omid hummed to himself as he moseyed round the kitchen. Putting on his oven mitts, he opened the oven and pulled out the cookies. They were baked to perfection, the slightest hint of golden brown on their edges. He had to admit he was pretty proud of himself. Sure, these were pre-made Pillsbury sugar cookies, the kind with the little trees printed on the center, but he’d taken part in their creation and for that Omid considered himself a true chef.

“Mmmm, smells delicious, baby,” Christa placed a quick kiss on her husband’s cheek as she strolled into the kitchen.

“Why, thank you!” Omid grinned proudly before leaning back to look into the living room. “Where are the kids?”

“Playing in their room. Louis is serenading Violet with his latest xylophone song and Vi is staring at the ceiling,”

“Huh. Not sure if staring at the ceiling counts as ‘playing’ but as long as she’s happy,” Omid began to plate the cookies one by one upon the Christmas reindeer tray. “Can you get the milk and glasses, babe?” Christa nodded, helping out with that part of the prep. When everything was ready they carried the milk and cookies into the living room. ‘Kids!” Omid called, cupping his hands round his mouth. “It’s time for presents!”

That got their attention. The kids both barreled out of the room, nearly tumbling over each other as they skidded to a stop. Violet immediately withdrew into herself, crossing her arms and looking toward the floor as if trying to make them forget the excitement she’d expressed merely moments ago. Meanwhile Louis was busy hugging Christa then bouncing over to Omid for another hug. “Merry Christmas!” he exclaimed, his eyes practically sparkling as he beamed up at them.

“Merry Christmas, kiddo!” Omid chuckled, tousling the boy’s dreadlocks fondly. Christa sat down, gently patting the seat beside her. Violet came over hesitantly, sitting down right on the edge of the couch. Louis scampered over to sit beside her, in between Violet and Christa. Omid meanwhile remained standing, placing his hands on his hips as he began his announcement. “Alright, kids, eat your milk and cookies. Christa has a very important story to read,” With that he sat down on the floor beside his wife, handing up the book that had been resting on the floor.

Taking it in her hands, Christa positioned the book on her knee so that Louis and Violet could see the pictures as she read. Clearing her throat, she began. “’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…” The story continued, Christa’s voice the only sound in the room besides the soft munching and sipping noises coming from the children. Louis’ eyes were wide as the story continued, his expression rapt as he stared at the illustrations. Violet meanwhile ate cookie upon cookie, only occasionally looking up at the book, but Christa and Omid had grown familiar enough with her mannerisms to know she was interested. It was a peaceful, magical moment, exactly the sort Christa and Omid had hoped they’d be able to achieve this Christmas Eve.

When the story was finished, Christa handed the book over to Omid then turned to Louis and Violet. “Alright, you two. It’s Christmas Eve. You know what that means,”

“Presents!” Louis exclaimed, bouncing excitedly on the couch.

“That’s right. Now, Omid and I had a decision to make regarding this Christmas. With so many expenses happening near the holidays, we knew we would have to choose whether to buy a bunch of tiny gifts or one big gift for each of you,”

Violet looked down at her lap. Omid and Christa shared a glance. She was probably thinking how all the expenses came from the cost of fostering her and Louis and that all those costs were doubled by the fact that she was here too instead of the one child they’d originally planned on.

Omid cut in. “So that’s why we decided to go for the biggest, bestest gift we could come up with for each of you. Because you both deserve the best. And since we hope this is gonna be your forever home, we want you to know that,”

“Let’s start with Violet’s,” Christa nodded to her husband. “Honey?”

“On it!” Omid scurried off to their bedroom, quickly emerging with a large Christmas present, one that took both of his hands to carry. He set it down gently upon Violet’s lap. The present looked even more immense within the small girl’s arms. She looked back and forth between Omid and Christa in confusion, her eyes large. Clearly, she’d never been given such a large gift.

Christa nodded. “Go ahead, Vi. Open it,”

Slowly, Violet began to undo the wrapping paper, her movements careful and exact, almost as though she were afraid the gift would be taken from her at any second and she’d have to return it in perfect condition. Ever so gently, she pushed aside the wrapping paper once it was undone. Inside was a large carrying case made of light blue waterproof fabric with a zipper that ran all the way down the middle. Violet stared at it in puzzlement.

“Ooh, there’s directions! Look, Vi!” Louis exclaimed, snatching up a piece of paper that was tucked underneath the case. He handed it over to Violet who examined the photo carefully before turning to Christa and Omid. “It’s a… tent?”

“Yep! But not just any tent!” Omid said with a grin.

“It’s a star tent,” Christa explained. “Once we set it up, you’ll be able to turn on the miniature projector that comes with it and see all of the constellations on the roof of the tent. The projector comes with a tape player too so you can listen to the stories of all the different constellations or put on some music if you want to listen while you watch the stars,”

Violet looked back down at the bag in her hands. The smallest of smiles began to play on her lips.

“Do you want to set it up now?” Omid offered.

Violet shyly nodded.

The four of them all worked on the tent together. After about a half hour of reading the instructions, assembling the pieces, disassembling the things they put in wrong the first time and putting those together correctly, the tent was finished. Crawling inside the tent for a second, Omid turned on the projector and started the music track that came on the tape. As “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” began to softly play, all eyes turned to Violet.

“Give it a try,” Christa encouraged, gesturing toward the tent. Hesitantly, Violet knelt down and crawled within the tent. As she lay on her back, only her toes could be seen barely popping out of the door to the tent.

“Can I try it too?” Louis asked, his eyes pleading.

Omid and Christa looked at each other. “Well, it’s up to Violet,” Omid answered. “It’s her Christmas present so she decides whether she wants to share or enjoy it on her own,”

The three outside were silent for a minute, watching Violet’s toes as they listened to the music and the slow spiral of the stars as they circled round and round the tent ceiling. Then Violet’s voice came from inside the tent, small and soft.

“Louis? You can watch too,”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Louis shot inside the tent like a rocket, giggling and wriggling excitedly as he settled down into place beside Violet. Christa and Omid sat down outside the tent, enjoying seeing the kids having fun. Through the opening in the tent door, they could see that the two of them were holding hands as they looked at the stars together, Louis providing his own commentary on what he thought the story of each of the stars was.

Christa nudged Omid, mouthing the word ‘snacks’. They went over to the coffee table to grab the remaining milk and cookies, delivering them to the tent with the directions to be careful and not spill anything on the projector. Then they settled back down, snuggling together as they watched the stars from the outside of the little tent.

Once the cookies and milk were all gone, Louis stuck his head out from the tent. “Vi wants to stay in here for the whole night. I was wondering though… I get a present too, right?” his eyes were hopeful before falling down as though afraid he had asked for too much.

“Of course!” Omid exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “It’ll just take a second for us to get the gift since we hid it out in the garage,”

Christa stood too. Placing a hand on Louis’ shoulder, she smiled. “Spend a little more time with Violet while we get it. We’ll be right back, OK?”

Louis nodded. Giving Christa another quick hug, he scurried back inside the tent beside Violet.

It took several minutes to roll the present out of the garage and over to the sliding glass doors and another few minutes to safely get it inside the house. By the time they had rolled it in past the Christmas tree, Louis and Violet had both exited the tent, watching the process with wide eyes.

“That’s my present?” Louis asked in disbelief, looking at the massive mystery present covered in Christmas wrapping paper. “It’s bigger than me!”

“That it is, kid,” Omid said with a wink. “Go on – open it!”

Louis paused in front of the present, clearly unsure where to even begin. After a few seconds of deliberation, he thrust his hand forward and ripped away a large swath of the wrapping paper with gusto. It only took a few more tears before he gasped in realization of what lay underneath. “It’s a piano!” With that realization the wrapping devolved into a frenzy, Louis throwing paper this way and that as he tried to uncover the present in its entirety. Once it was all unwrapped he quickly slid out the bench that had been tucked underneath, plopping down upon it before running his small hand against the wood grain of the piano. He turned to Christa and Omid in disbelief. “You got me a real life piano for Christmas?”

“We figured it was a step up from the xylophone,” Christa replied with a wry smile. She gestured towards the bench. “The seat opens and there are some starter books in there for you to use,”

Louis excitedly leapt up from the bench. Flinging it open, he grabbed all of the books from within the bench, excitedly flipping through each of them. Violet had returned to the comfort of her tent, but this time had her head poking out instead of her feet, watching Louis with interest. Having settled on a book, Louis flipped it opened to a certain page and placed it on the music rack.

The page had a display of the different keys on the piano and the corresponding letter for each one. Louis let his finger hover above one of the keys before lightly pressing down on it. A deep, resounding rumble came from the low note. Louis’ face brightened in excitement at the sound. He placed his finger upon another key, then another and another. Running his hands along the piano, Louis giggled happily as he played all the notes one after the other then got to play them in the opposite direction as well.

Christa and Omid shared a smile. Both gifts seemed to be a hit. Louis was completely enraptured with his piano and Violet had stuck her head back inside her tent, returning to her stars. Omid squeezed his wife’s shoulders gently. “Decaf coffee?” Christa nodded and he went to go start a pot. They would let the kids stay up a bit later this night and enjoy their presents. After all, they had all morning tomorrow to sleep in then play with them again to their hearts’ content.

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It was 6 AM the next morning when Omid awoke to the sound of piano music. Christa was already awake and sitting up beside him in bed, blinking blearily. She turned to Omid with a weary smile. “Today we’ll let him enjoy it, but tomorrow we’re establish ground rules for how early in the morning the piano can be played,”

“Agreed,” Omid rolled out of the bed with a groan. “Coffee?”

“I’ll come with you, get breakfast started,” Christa replied, getting up as well.

As they descended the stairs and entered the living room, they spotted Louis sitting at his piano, happily playing a song he must have made up himself. His hands crashed over the keys as he sang some sort of lyrics of his own. He paused when he saw Christa and Omid, flashing them a happy smile. “Merry Christmas! Thanks again for the best present ever!” With that he returned to his piano, playing with even more fervor than before. Omid and Christa shared a smile. Louis had thanked them about a dozen times when they were putting him to bed last night. Clearly, he was just as excited today.

Violet was inside her tent once more. She popped out her head for a second as they approached, giving them a shy wave before retreating back inside. Christa and Omid returned the wave even though she wouldn’t be able to see it. Then they headed toward the kitchen together, ready to prepare Christmas breakfast a few hours earlier than they had anticipated. Opening the fridge, Christa paused as she and her husband locked eyes. “We did it,” she whispered happily.

“Yeah we did,” Omid grinned.

They’d given the kids the perfect Christmas.

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