#dinner and a movie first time with EM

[gojosconsort]

get freaky on camera // satoru gojo

𓂃୨ৎ you’re an onlyfans creator frustrated with bad partners, so you jokingly ask your best friend to help film content... and he’s game.

𓂃୨ৎ pairing. afab!reader x best friend!satoru gojo

𓂃୨ৎ content. mdni. friends-with-benefits, domestic fluff, filming, oral (f and m receiving), praise kink, creampie, shower sex, aftercare

best friend!satoru’s been your closest friend forever, with that messy white hair and blue eyes that make everyone stare. one day at his place, you complain about not finding enough good partners for your onlyfans and you joke, “maybe you should help me film some content.” you laugh, but he grins, leaning forward, “let’s do it.”

best friend!satoru’s game immediately and sets the ground rules over pizza, “we fuck for your fans, keep it professional, no strings.” you’re hesitant, “just for content, right?” he nods, “just for content.” but you both know that’s not true.

best friend!satoru who you shoot your first video with him that night, pushing your pizza away and abandoning the movie that was playing as you straddle his lap, his kisses hot down your neck. “fuck, you’re so hot—let’s give ‘em a show,” he says, filming as you ride him and fuck, he’s good, hitting every spot and you moan louder than you ever have with any other partner.

best friend!satoru who checks the video after, smirking at the views pouring in. “told you we’d kill it,” he says, replaying the part when you’d cum on his cock over and over and you’re flushed, “it’s just the angle.” he laughs, “don’t get shy now, babe. we’re hot and the fans love it.” you shove him, but he’s right—the chemistry’s insane, and the fans really love it.

best friend!satoru who suggests a blowjob video next because “fans love that shit.” he guides you down, “lick slow—fuck, yeah, like that.” and he’s so vocal, “shit, baby, you’re so good—look up at me.” and then films you taking him deep, moaning, “fuck yeah, babe.” and then cums down your throat so hard, the phone’s nearly slipping from his grasp as his orgasm ripples through him.

best friend!satoru who eats you out so good you almost forget you are filming for your only fans. his tongue’s between your legs and you’re gettin’ wetter by the second, thighs tremblin’, but he’s taking his sweet time until you pull at his hair and urge him, “fuck, satoru! make me cum already!” and he’s loving every second of it.

best friend!satoru’s softer after the shoot, surprising you with how gentle he can be. he grabs a warm towel, “you okay, superstar?” he makes you tea and tucks a blanket around you. “you’re acting like my boyfriend now,” you tease, but he smirks, “nah, just the best co-star you’ll ever have—nobody’s taking care of you like me.”

best friend!satoru who you do a content marathon with one lazy weekend. fucks you in every position—missionary, doggy, you on top, him on top, you name it. “fuck, baby—taking me so well.��� he’s relentless, cumming three times but still hard, “gonna ruin you for everyone else.” you’re exhausted but don’t stop, he’s fucks you so good it’s addicting.

best friend!satoru’s basically living at your place—filming, fucking, chilling. picks your lingerie, “this’ll make ‘em drool—you’re so hot in it.” off-camera, he’s cooking you dinner, “can’t let my star go hungry.” you laugh, “you’re way too into this.” he shrugs, “damn right—you’re the hottest thing on the internet, and i’m the lucky guy making it happen.” his hands linger, and you don’t pull away.

best friend!satoru who fucks you in the shower against the tiles for a new video, water streaming, phone catching every drip, “fuck, you’re so tight,” he says, fucking you hard and cums so deep inside, kissing your cervix with every thrust. “that’s the money shot.” and films how his cum is dripping between your legs. after, he’s kissing your wet skin, “you’re too fucking good, babe.”

best friend!satoru who texts you at 3 a.m., “thinking of my favorite girl—wanna film?” shows up with your favorite sugary drink, “only the best for you, babe.” you catch him staring when you’re just chilling afterwards, eyes warm. “satoru, this is just content, right?” you ask, voice small. “sure,” he says but it doesn’t sound true, and you’re starting to crave his presence, not just his dick.

best friend!satoru’s been your only onlyfans partner for months, ever since you realized nobody else could fuck like him or make you cum so much. you used to film with others, but now it’s just satoru, and the way he looks at you—like you’re more than content—makes your heart skip.

best friend!satoru who got you pinned on his bed, clothes already off, when you realize—shit, you forgot to hit record. “satoru, the camera,” you gasp, but he’s kissing you hard, “fuck the camera—need you now.” you don’t stop him; he’s too good, cock sliding in deep, hitting spots that make you see stars. “moan for me, just me,” he says, and it’s raw, intense—better than any filmed scene.

best friend!satoru’s different after that night. he’s over at your place, not for a shoot, just to hang—ordering takeout and binging a shitty rom-com. “you’re fucking gorgeous even in sweats,” he says, tugging you onto his lap. you tease, “no camera today?” he shrugs, “don’t need it.” he kisses you soft, no rush, and you’re starting to wonder why this feels so normal.

best friend!satoru’s acting like your boyfriend now, and you’re not fighting it. he’s over all the time, not just for shoots—cooking you pancakes, you stealing his hoodie, him calling you “babe” in that low voice that makes you melt. you’re holding hands, sharing lazy kisses, and it’s couple shit—brushing teeth together, him carrying you to bed. “you’re my favorite everything,” he says, and it’s too real.

best friend!satoru who’s quieter one night, sitting on your balcony with you, city lights below. he’s holding your hand, unusual for his cocky self. “babe, i gotta say something,” he starts, eyes serious. “i don’t want you filming with anyone else—fuck, i don’t want anyone else near you. be mine, exclusive—my girlfriend.” and you’ve never been more happy in your life.

best friend!satoru’s your boyfriend now, and it shows—he’s louder, prouder. you film a new video, “my girlfriend’s the fucking hottest,” he says on camera, fucking you deep and hard. “nobody takes me like you,” he groans, loving how you feel around his cock, the way you moan and scream his name. “love you,” and he’s thrusting harder.

[wendichester]

please can i request where both Sam and Dean and DOWN BAD for reader and they’re kinda competing whilst reader is just sweet and oblivious :3

-💌

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. sweet, oblivious, you,

summary. dean likes you. sam likes you, too. lucky you, oblivious to it all.

pairing. dean winchester x reader x sam winchester genre. fluff? giggling

wordcount. 902

notes / warnings. the fact that i will NEVER get tired of writing this scenario. ever. keep 'em coming! 😙

It starts — like all dumb things do — with a stupid dare.

“Bet I can make her laugh first,” Dean smirks across the map table, arms folded like a smug bastard.

Sam snorts. “You wish. She actually appreciates wit, not whatever half-baked dad jokes you throw around.”

You’re by the bookshelf, humming under your breath, completely oblivious to the low-key testosterone death match firing up behind you. You reach up for a dusty tome, tiptoeing just slightly. The hem of your shirt rides up.

Dean notices. Sam notices. They both die a little inside.

Dean’s already moving before his brain catches up, slipping in beside you with a cocky grin.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” he drawls, voice low and way-too-charming.

You glance over, flashing him a sunny, unsuspecting smile that could probably solve international crises. “Oh, thanks, Dean! But I got it.” You stretch a little higher. The book wobbles dangerously.

Sam’s at your side in an instant, shooting Dean a look that screams "back off."

“Careful,” Sam says, steadying your elbow with a gentle hand. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

Dean rolls his eyes so hard you hear it. “She’s reaching for a book, Sammy. Not defusing a bomb.”

“Still.” Sam’s thumb brushes your arm, lingering way longer than necessary. “Better safe than sorry.”

You, adorable and oblivious, just beam at them both like they’re not about two seconds from actual combat over who gets to breathe your air first.

The second battlefront: dinner.

You curl up in one of the bunker’s oversized chairs, thumbing through an old lore book, mind a million miles away.

Dean’s in the kitchen, sleeves pushed up, working the stove like he's auditioning for a cooking show. Sam’s at the counter, chopping vegetables with the focused intensity of a man preparing for war.

You poke your head in. “Whatcha making?”

Dean immediately perks up. “Your favorite,” he says, without hesitation. (He’s guessing. He has no idea. But it’s worth the gamble.)

Sam frowns. “I thought you liked pasta?” He’s already halfway into preparing a damn Michelin-starred spaghetti situation.

You laugh — that bright, easy sound that turns both their spines into melted goo — and shrug. “Honestly? I’ll eat anything. Thanks, guys!”

And just like that, they’re both locked in a culinary death race, throwing ingredients around like Iron Chef rejects, both pretending not to be watching your every move.

Dean wins, barely, sliding a plate in front of you with a wink that says worship me, woman.

Sam, not to be outdone, offers fresh-grated parmesan with a flourish. You clap your hands, delighted by the drama you don’t even realize you’ve caused.

They both look like they’ve been knighted when you say it’s the best dinner you’ve had all month.

The third (and most painful) arena: movie night.

You stretch out on the couch, blanket pooled around your legs, utterly relaxed.

Dean flops down beside you, casual as hell, his thigh brushing yours. No accident.

Sam pointedly drops onto your other side, “accidentally” letting his arm settle along the back of the couch — behind you. Also no accident.

The TV flickers. Some old action movie Dean picked blares into the room, all explosions and bad one-liners. You cuddle deeper into the couch, utterly content, totally unaware you’ve become the center of a full-blown territorial pissing contest.

Dean shifts closer. His knee bumps yours again. This time he doesn’t move it.

Sam leans in, murmuring some quiet comment about the plot that makes you laugh. His hand, warm and steady, brushes the back of your shoulder.

Dean glares at Sam. Sam glares at Dean.

You just sip your drink, clueless, precious, without a single idea that these two men are on the verge of an emotional knife fight over who gets to make you giggle next.

The final straw?

You yawn.

Not just any yawn — a sleepy, trusting, head-tilted yawn that makes you look small and soft and like every secret dream they’ve ever been too scared to say out loud.

You lean, just slightly, onto Sam’s side.

Dean’s arm snaps out, catching your waist instinctively, pulling you half against him instead.

You blink up at them both, confused and sleepy and unfairly cute.

“What’s wrong?” you mumble.

Everything, Dean thinks, stomach flipping.

Nothing, Sam thinks, already plotting Dean’s downfall.

Dean covers faster. “Nothing, sweetheart. You’re just…” His voice dips, rough and warm. “You’re real cute when you’re tired, y’know that?”

Sam’s hand flexes where it’s still behind you, fighting every urge to just tuck you under his chin and never let you go.

You laugh softly, like they haven’t just shredded themselves into tiny pathetic ribbons over you. “You guys are weird tonight,” you tease.

Dean grins, cocky and lazy, masking the manic panic under his ribs. “We’re always weird, darlin’.”

Sam hums, low and agreeable, his palm brushing your shoulder again — a steady, grounding touch.

You yawn again, curling up tighter between them like you belong there. Neither of them breathes for a full minute.

Later, when you’re asleep, curled up with your head on a shared pillow between them, Dean catches Sam’s eye over your hair.

Silent. Battling.

Sam shrugs a little, as if to say, not giving up.

Dean smirks back, mouth twitching with all the trouble he plans to cause. Bring it on, Sammy.

Because no matter who wins?

You’re the prize.

And hell — you’re worth fighting for.

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[mimimui]

how they spend nights with you

includes: bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kaminari, shinso, monoma

tags: gn!reader, you're in the same class as them, established relationship, fluff, i used to strictly be a bnha author (??!) and i just missed them so much

a/n: it's been over a year i think (ᵕ—ᴗ—) my writing might be ass rn but i promise i'll lock in soon!!!!!!!! i genuinely miss writing, but as soon as i entered a higher level of education, i lost all free time and couldn't continue writing. but ur fav hc writer is back!

katsuki will not stay up later than 8pm on a school day because he cares a lot about his rest, but if it's a weekend or you're on break, he'd be willing to stay up later with you.

he doesn't care much for the dorm rules, especially since you're his partner anyway, so he will definitely stay in your room past curfew. curse those who catch him in your dorm late at night. what are they going to do?

he's up for whatever you want to do, honestly. movie marathon? self-care night? cleaning your room? he'll do it all. he might jokingly complain here and there, but he's truly relaxed around you. he'll spend nights however you'd like.

everyone knows that izuku isn't one for sleeping early. your nights consist of watching him train outside the dorm building, or sitting on the floor of your room exchanging notes.

if you wanted to do something fun, he wouldn't refuse, but he'd be going back to his own room at the end of the night. not because he doesn't want to sleep with you, he just does it out of respect. your rooms' beds can only accomodate one person comfortably, and he doesn't want to disturb you!

he's more of a morning person, really. so if you'd like a jogging partner or a breakfast buddy, he's up bright and early with you.

he knew that getting into a relationship meant spending a lot of time together, but shoto hasn't received much affection before, so he wasn't quite sure where to start.

when you first suggested spending nights in either of your rooms, he didn't see any problems in it. he quickly got used to this routine, and he always expects to see you at his door after dinner time. you mostly only talk about the happenings of the day and your plans for tomorrow.

neither of you initiate sleeping together at the end of the night, but he isn't opposed to it. he's thought about it, of course, but he won't say anything until you say something first.

denki will match your energy in anything. if you want a quiet night, he'll just be by your side as you both scroll through your phones. if you want a more fun night and do something, he'll be up and at 'em as much as you are.

he is the best person to try new things with because he's just as curious as you. if you want to sneak around the kitchen to make up a new snack, he would be your little flashlight to help you out.

he definitely glows a little in the dark, so if you want to sleep with him, you have to cover him completely with a blanket. he jokes that it's because he's the light of your life, and even if that's true to you, you'd never let him know it. he might glow even brighter.

hitoshi has a hard time falling asleep, so he's grateful for your company every night. he usually asks you to come to his room, but if he feels especially awake, he'd go to your room. you mostly just watch movies together until both of you feel sleepy enough to lie down on bed.

the first time you asked to sleep in the same bed, you didn't think it'd be the last time you'd ever have to. sleeping together is a must now. you have no choice, he loves sharing a bed with you. he thinks it's a good thing to have someone warm next to him as he tries to sleep. it's comforting.

fyi, he has one pillow on his bed. just a single one. so... good luck!

neito needs to see you every night. every time, without fail, he will always end up at your door. you don't even need to do anything together, he just wants to be in the same room as you.

he won't sleep with you if you don't want to, but he's always excited when you ask him to. not because he's planning anything malicious, he's just really happy to be so close to you. to hell with the rules, he will stay in your room if it's the last thing he'll do.

he will probably get in trouble for staying in your room more than in his own, but he wouldn't care much for it. you're his partner, so it's worth getting into a little trouble.

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[tqlepatia]

hi so this is my first time requesting smth and i know you’re working on fashion killa (masterpiece btw😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫) soo if u cannn do a sevika x reader in a very new healthy relationship and sevika stays over at reader place which sevika discovers to be very sad and lonesome later finds antidepressants and talks to reader about it??

⋮ ⌗ ┆𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄. ( 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀. )

౨ৎ - 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒' : "Hi angel ! Sorry for the long wait, here it is, I did not like exactly how I write this one but I tried my best, sorry that it's short ;(

You didn’t expect her to stay the night, You never expect anyone to.

But Sevika kicked off her boots like it was routine, threw her coat over the back of your chair, and settled on your couch like it wasn’t the saddest thing she’d seen in weeks.

Which—it was.

Your place was clean. Too clean. Quiet in a way that didn’t feel peaceful. No pictures. No clutter. No signs that someone lived here so much as hid here. The kind of home where someone kept the blinds half-drawn because sunlight was too much some days.

She didn’t say anything that first night, But the next morning, while you were brushing your teeth, she opened the wrong drawer in your bathroom.

And found the bottle.

Antidepressants. Dated a few months back, Half full. She didn’t ask then, either. She just waited until your next late dinner on the couch, and said it low: “You ever forget to take ‘em?”

You didn’t look up from your plate, just nudged a piece of food around with your fork, the scrape against the ceramic sharp in the quiet kitchen. “…Sometimes.”

You mumbled it, shoulders inching up like they could protect you from the weight behind the question. “Need me to remind you?”

The words came gently, but you felt them land heavy, You shrugged, still not meeting their eyes. “You don’t have to.”

You blinked, then nodded—That was it.

A week later, she brought over a mug.

“I don’t use it anymore,” she said. “You need one that keeps coffe hot.” The tag was still on the bottom—You didn’t say anything

She started leaving her socks. Then a hoodie. A knife in your kitchen drawer. An ashtray shaped like a tiny gear. Each time: “This old thing? Nah. Been meaning to get rid of it.”

But the receipt was always still in the bag. You pretended not to see, She pretended she hadn’t tried five different mugs before picking the one that matched your eyes.

One night, she sat beside you on the couch, turned down the volume on the movie, and said, voice thick with something more: “You ever get lonely in here?”

You nodded. Just once. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I think I got used to it.”

Sevika didn’t offer pity. Didn’t promise to fix it. She just reached over, thumb brushing the back of your hand. “Well,” she said softly, “guess I’ll have to keep leaving shit here, huh?”

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[steviewashere]

I kinda feel like Steve wasn't as popular as he's made out to be. Like, maybe he's got a bit of a reputation that proceeds him—ladies man, The Hair, and Steeevveee Harrington. He takes care of himself, takes care of his dates. The guys around him oversell his personality a lot, how many people he can get in bed with him, the way he can instantly charm a person.

But then you meet him and it's just.

This is the guy you're talking about?

The guy who forgets how to use his tongue sometimes and just does one of those little finger waves? The guy who, if he thinks you're not paying attention to him, will just stand there and make a bunch of goofy faces, lost in thought, muttering song lyrics under his breath? The guy who keeps making the most dorky references to music and movie culture—he quoted something from Star Trek on one of his dates. And the guy who will run into walls when trying to make a swift exit?

Dude is awkward. He is clammy. He is stuttering over his words and trying to cover it up with his pretty smile—which, yeah could be charming, but in his own special streak of charming. Every romantic gesture he pulls is more outlandish, garish, and brash than the last; he is fumbling matches for candles, though, and he is sticking himself in the thumb with the thorns on roses, he is spilling popcorn all over himself on movie dates, and he is tripping on his own feet while trying to carry a girl to his bed upstairs.

Every time a girl kisses his cheek, he's immediately flushing head to toe, smiling all crooked, eyes all soft. He almost forgets to kiss them back.

When he dates Eddie, though? Oh my god.

Eddie flirts with him and Steve literally squeaks. Eddie watches him while Steve is playing basketball, he fumbles the ball and falls onto his knees on the court. Eddie tucks hair behind Steve's ear, Steve is blurting out his entire hair care regime—all because Eddie murmured about how soft it was. Eddie rubs his back while they're cuddled on the couch, Steve gets a boner so fast that he nearly blacks out. Eddie makes them dinner once, tells Steve to just sit down at the table while ushering him out of the kitchen, and Steve is in such a daze of love that he runs into the doorjamb face first and breaks his nose.

When Eddie tells him he loves him? Steve literally screams and has to take a lap before saying it back.

Every time Steve flirts, he has to back track five steps. Every time he compliments Eddie, he has to clarify that it's a compliment because they all come out so aggressively to the point they sound like insults. He tries to quote Shakespeare and, sure it's a love quote, but it's from some incest scene and Eddie laughs before telling him what it really means.

I don't know. Steve just embarrasses himself a lot. Like he definitely has the capacity to sweep somebody off their feet, romance 'em or whatever. But when he's really, really in love with somebody (whether it be after a few dates with a girl, the person he's in love with is Nancy, or even Eddie)? Steve is not chill whatsoever.

Everything that rumors said were just complete lies. You wanna know who started them?

Tommy.

It was Tommy trying to cover for his best friend. Because he saw Steve smile at a girl once, flirt with her, get a date with her. But he had a piece of broccoli stuck between his two front teeth. He couldn't save the interaction even if he tried, Steve was too enamored to quit. The only saving grace Tommy could think of was sell Steve as this handsome, charming, romantic guy—even though the Steve he knew was dorky, a major geek in private, awkward as hell, and funny half the time (his jokes were very hit or miss).

(Also, imagine gay Tommy just trying to reason with himself that his crush—his best friend—is actually not the awkward guy he really is. And maybe he still likes Steve. But Jesus. That piece of broccoli was huge! How did Steve not feel it?)

Anyway. Cringe fail Steve is something very important to me.

[justkitkatthings]

Wonderful.

That's what you are to John Price. If he had to choose one word to describe you, that would be it.

The only thing not wonderful about you is that you don't believe you're wonderful. Too many horror stories from other spouses and too many formal dinners with officers complaining about their spouses had you questioning yourself constantly, no matter what John does to try and soothe you.

It's not like you don't trust your husband; it's just that you don't know how he is at work. Irrational fear, really. He loves to brag about you when he can.

My wife was tellin’ me ‘bout that. My wife made this f’me. My wife is so wonderful. My wife, my wife, my wife.

It was those little comments that got him through his mission, and the promise of seeing you again at the end of it. His return date kept getting pushed back and you were both getting antsy.

As soon as you got the call he was coming back for real, your happy ass was on the way to base. It didn't matter if you hadn't met his new team yet, your husband was first priority. The second he stepped onto the tarmac, you were going to smother him. Or kick his balls, and he'd probably thank you for the reminder to not leave for as long next time, because you're just so wonderful.

At least, that was your plan. The gate guards wouldn't let you in without the proper clearance. No matter how many documents or pictures you showed them, it was against protocol to let you in since you weren't in the system.

So, that's how you ended up napping in your car. Luckily, you still had the blanket in there from when you and John went stargazing, because you were both to busy (and lazy) to bring it back in. No way were you going to leave your car on to get heat and run down the battery, because apparently that's a thing. You didn't mean to fall asleep, but you barely slept last night because you were just so excited. And, to be fair, the military likes to schedule everything way too early in the morning.

John was a little disappointed when he stepped on the tarmac and didn't see you, but that disappointment immediately vanished when he saw your car right outside the base's gate (and causing a little scene). His wonderful wife.

Being the only one responsible enough to drive paid off when he was able to pull over the truck and walk up to your car. His boys grumbled, but were slightly curious as to what had their Captain so... giddy.

John knocked on the window, and if you weren't married already, he would've proposed right then by the way you startled awake and held up your tiny pocket knife, as if that was going to hurt anyone. When you realized it was him, your eyes widened and you immediately threw open the door, almost hitting him, but he didn't care, because you were in his arms soon after.

He lifted you off the ground and spun you around like one of those scenes in a cliche movie, but it had you laughing, so he didn't care. He didn't care about anything but you, including the shocked men standing by the truck.

After a plethora of "I love you"s and "I missed you"s and numerous kisses, he finally set you down and turned to his boys. His arm was around your waist and they'd never seen him look happier.

"Simon, Kyle, Johnny, this is my missus." He said proudly, his eyes crinkling in that adorable smile you love.

"Didn't think she was wonderful 'nough to wait outside th' base for a mean ol' bastard like ye, Cap'n." Johnny blurt out, prompting an elbow to the ribs from Simon and a stern look from Price.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Mrs Price." Kyle said with a polite smile, trying to take the attention off Johnny's big mouth.

"We've 'eard wonderful things about you, ma'am." Simon surprisingly added, but it only made John more proud. You were wonderful enough to get Simon to speak nicely to you within the first few seconds of knowing him.

"They're saying wonderful a lot, John. What did you say to them?" You asked and looked up at your husband with a glare.

"Just told 'em how wonderful you are, luvie. Nothin' but the truth." He answered with a shrug, but you knew him well enough to see the love in his eyes. Yeah, the boys could see it now, as the only person to ever make their Captain look like this - you really were wonderful.

[memepocalypse]

Shippy Memes

Requested by anon! Not my usual thing so I hope you like em! They began to lean a little more into first admissions/dates/etc.

"You've been staring at me."

"Are you okay? Do I have something on my face?"

"Can I, uh... can I hold your hand?"

"Would you hit me if I kissed you?"

"Oh... you're beautiful."

"Hi. Hey. I'm, um, I'm [name], um, I saw you and I wanted - wanted to say hi -"

"I want to hold hands with you."

"Do you want to go see a movie?"

"Would it be too forward of me to ask you out for a drink?"

"So, um... where do you want to go for dinner?"

"That movie was terrible! I spent most of the time watching you! I mean - not, uh -"

"This is my favourite place. I wanted to share it with you."

"I'm sorry, I really want to kiss you."

"You're beautiful. Oh - oh, I'm sorry, that just slipped out -"

"I've wanted to do this since I first met you."

"We can go anywhere you want. Just - I want to go together."

"I'd do anything to make you smile."

"I love you. I'm - is it too soon to say that?"

"I don't care what anyone else says."

"I think... I think I'm in love with you."

"You always take my breath away."

"We could get a little house together. A cat or a dog. Maybe start a family."

"I never thought I could love someone how I love you."

"I feel safe here, holding you."

"You make me feel safe, in your arms."

[p1astr81]

Just read sidelines and oh my god it was so good! I need soft and sweet Oscar in my life! Could you write a part 2 that is just like sweet fluff, full of pampering her and maybe a teenie tiny bit of smut if you are up for it? You don't need to add the smut if you do not want to of course! Hope you have a nice day!

why thank you so much for the compliment! of course I can write some fluffy oscar!!😊 as I’ve said, smut isn’t my strong suit so bare with me here.

warnings: smut, fingering

Not a week went by without Oscar taking you on a date. To dinner, the beach, the movies, a night in where you molded clay into silly monsters, a science museum—because Oscar picked up on your strange fascination with space and gems.

When you questioned him on why he was taking you on so many dates, he said, “to make up for all the shitty ones,” with a stupidly adorable smile on his face.

You recalled one time, when he heard you on the phone with your mom about how you were craving lobster. It took all of three minutes for him to book a reservation at the restaurant ten minutes away.

“I can’t wait until Monza. I love Italy. I’ve never been, actually. But I do love pasta, and it’s Italy, so it has to be good.” You rambled while you carefully split another leg of the lobster. You looked up at him. “You’ve been to Italy. How’s the pasta?”

With a soft smile, he replied, “it’s good.”

Truthfully, he wasn’t even thinking about the pasta, or the food sat right in front of him. You were so mesmerizing to look at while you rambled. The light caught your eye just right, giving it a sparkle as you talked with passion. He didn’t understand how any guy could feel any different.

Oscar’s staring panicked you, though. “What is it? Have I said something wrong?”

He chuckled. Shook his head. “No.” His voice, soft.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

He hummed. “You’re cute when you ramble.”

Your face turned a wild shade of red. “Shut up and eat your food.” You mumbled, trying to hide your face.

Another time came to mind, when you returned from the gym.

His apartment had basically become yours. You walked in one day, heated, annoyed, and ready to complain. “Someone tracked water out of the pool area and-“ you stopped short at the sight on the table. A giant bouquet on the table. An arrangement of your favorite flowers. You gasped. “Oh, Os.”

He wore a shy smile, standing at arms length. “Do you like them? The florist said that the flowers might clash but I just thought… well, they’re your favorite so…”

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, squeezing tightly. “My god, it’s so gorgeous.” Misty eyes met his. “Thank you.”

His brows scrunched. “Hey, don’t cry. Why are you crying?”

You blinked a couple times. “I don’t know. It’s just so sweet. I think I’m pmsing.”

His eyes momentarily went wide. “Oh. Okay. Do you need anything?”

“A good cuddle, maybe?”

He happily obliged.

And then there was that time when work went late. And you came home to an unexpected dinner.

The mood was set with candles strictly lighting the place. Blankets stacked on the couch with the untold promise of a movie night. Dinner was already made, steaming hot on the dining room table. You expected to just reheat leftovers, so the gesture of receiving a fresh, warm meal meant more to you than words could describe.

Oscar emerged from the bathroom, smiling when he saw you. “Hey,” he greeted softly.

Palms encasing his face, you kissed him. “Thank you.”

He could tell in the way you held yourself, and the way you spoke that you were beyond exhausted.

You did cherish him, too.

On the weekends you couldn’t join them, you hid love notes around his luggage. Sat on top of his clothes. In the pocket of his jeans. Stick ‘em to the keyboard of his laptop.

And you surprised him one weekend. Flew in the morning of the race. Got in touch with Lando so he’d grace you with passes. Oscar won the race, and you were the first thing he saw when he got out of the car. His celebration on top of the car was short as he rushed to your embrace.

Perhaps your favorite time, was when you surprised him by putting on his race suit from the year prior. Shockingly, it turned him on.

He tore the suit off of you, threw it to the ground like it wasn’t worth thousands of dollars.

He swept you off your feet, literally. Picking you up only to toss you onto the bed seconds later.

“Didn’t think it would lead here.” You laughed, out of breath.

A choked gasp tore through your throat when he slipped a hand under your bra and palmed your tits. He left hot, wet, open mouthed kisses all over your exposed skin. “Looked so good. In my color. My name. My number.”

Oh. It was the possessiveness of it all. How, just by slipping on a piece of fabric, you’d branded yourself with him.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you as two fingers plunged into your pussy. He didn’t even let you adjust, just went straight to pumping his fingers in and out of you at a quick, measured pace. Each curled stroke of his fingers pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

You moaned into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you panted. “Yes, fuck, don’t stop,” your nails dug into his arm.

Oscar was dizzy at the sight of you, growing rock hard in his pants. “So, so pretty like this.” He praised, kissing each of your cheeks. “Squeezing my fingers so well.”

Your head bowed forward, face now hidden in his shoulder. “Osca-ah“ you gasped out moans when a third finger found its way to your clit. “Oh, shit.” You cursed, head falling back to the pillow, mouth open in a silent moan.

“C’mon, baby. Cum on my fingers.” He pressed harder on your clit.

“Oscar!” A moan, a gasp, a scream, whatever it was, it was music to Oscar’s ears as he felt you paint his fingers with your release. You arched up into him, tits now in his face. He took it as an invite to latch onto one of your nipples. “Fuck! Oh, shit!” You cursed, and it was quickly followed by a mewl. “Too much, too much!” You pushed his face away, legs making a feeble attempt at pushing him away.

He took his fingers out of you, now covered in you, glistening. He cleaned them off in his mouth, then reached out to offer you a taste. You dodged his hand, a noise of disgust. He chucked and licked the last little bit off.

Your eyes trailed down to the very obvious bulge protruding out of his pants. “I think it’s your turn then.” You laughed.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x Reader

[ Chapter 13 ] || [ Chapter 15 ]

Pairing: Gaz x Reader x Ghost || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.6K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: this is purely self-indulgent. I wanted them to kiss.

Click here to see some fanart of this chapter by my lovely moot @xxshadowbabexx.

Chapter 14: (B)romance?

After that conversation, things got slightly easier. You found yourselves talking about random things, Simon showed off a few bandages from fresh injuries he got just this past week on a mission…

And almost an hour after they arrived, you were all sprawled from the couch and over the coffee table, watching one of the original Scream movies, much to Ghost’s delight and your displeasure… Which soon switched and turned into your and Gaz’s pleasure and Ghost’s dread.

“Look, it’s you.” You pointed at the TV for the fifth time in the row every time Ghostface was seen.

“I hate you.” Ghost groaned playfully. “Kyle, why’d you tell ‘em I wear a skull on the job?” He scoffed.

“You’re the one wearing it and you wanna blame me?” Kyle quipped as he cocked his brows. He had his arm draped over your shoulders and he used his hand to nudge Ghost on the shoulder.

“It’s making me look bad, mate, it’s the principle of the thing!” Ghost retorted as he snaked his arm between your back and the back of the couch, nudging Gaz’s exposed side with his own finger.

It was the first time that Gaz had ever heard Ghost call him, or anyone, mate. It would’ve made him smile, if the bloke wasn’t poking him.

“Oi! Watch it!” Kyle complained as he squirmed a bit against you.

“You ticklish, Garrick?” Simon quipped with a mischievous glance.

“Will you two stop it? I’m trying to watch the movie!” You scolded them, nudging them both with your elbows, causing them both to squirm, though Ghost’s squirming was much more stiffening than wiggling. “Childish…” You added.

“Not childish.” Simon retorted. “I’m 3-fucking-4.” He replied.

“You’re what?” Kyle asked as his head turned sharply to look at Ghost. “I thought you were 40.”

“You thought I was as old as Price is?” SImon asked as he turned to look at Kyle too.

“No wonder you look young, I thought you looked good for your age because of the mask and not being in the sun all day.” Gaz explained.

“Oh. My. God. Are you two having a moment right now?” You asked them, making them both turn to look at you with wide eyes. “Your little bromance is interrupting the movie.” You quipped with an impish smirk on your lips.

“Oh, we have a ‘bromance’, is it? You wouldn’t talk like that if you had my tongue down your throat like a few weeks ago.” Simon asked with a look in his eyes that said he did not appreciate the joke. But that just made you start giggling and biting your nail.

“Wait, you’ve kissed?” Kyle asked in surprise as he bounced up a bit and turned to look at you both.

“Yeeeees…?” You replied with a sheepish reply.

“So you’ve seen what Ghost looks like?” Gaz added.

“Noooo…?” You added as you casted Simon a glance, which only made him chuckle behind his mask.

“I said I’d let ‘em in due time.” He explained for you as he gave you a little squeeze.

“So, you’ve gotten drinks, eaten dinner, played videogames, had a movie night, slept together… All with the mask on?” Kyle asked, flabbergasted.

“Well, no. I took the mask off to sleep.” Simon replied.

“YOU TOOK THE MASK OFF TO SLEEP?!” You shrieked a bit, which only caused another grin to form on Simon’s face, his brown eyes crinkling smugly.

“You were asleep. It would’ve stank up if I slept with it on, I’m a mouth breather.” Simon replied.

“Ew, a mouth breather.” Gaz quipped, making you both laugh.

“I guess we’re just… not gonna watch the movie, huh?” You remarked as you glanced over at the TV where some blonde was screaming bloody murder.

“Guess not.” Gaz replied and shrugged a bit. After a beat of silence, he glanced over at the two of you again and narrowed his eyes. “How was it?”

“Hm?” You asked with a cocked brow.

“He means the kiss.” Simon replied as he nudged you with his shoulder, his arm lightly squeezing at your waist.

You scrunched up your lips sheepishly and shrugged. “It was good…”

Gaz and Ghost shared another look over your head, silently communicating between one another while stealing glances at you.

“Just good? And here I thought you’d liked it.” Simon remarked in mock offense.

“Right? I was going to say that doesn’t sound very convincing.” Kyle quipped.

“I-” You hesitated and sighed. “Will you two stop that? I know what you’re doing! Don’t fucking bully me!” You scolded them and you immediately noticed the smirk on Kyle’s lips, which you knew Simon was mirroring.

“Maybe I owe you a repeat.” Simon quipped as he shot Kyle a look and then looked down at you.

“A repeat?” You asked in shock as you blinked lightly. 

“And I definitely owe you one for comparison.” Kyle added.

“But…”

“But what? You talk that big game and act like a brat this whole time, trying to embarrass us…” Simon trailed off. “I think it’s time we get payback.” He added.

“Only if you’re okay with it.” Kyle interjected.

“Of course they’re okay with it.” Simon added and glanced down at you.

Sheepishly and with very warm cheeks, you found yourself nodding, not quite knowing the mess that you were about to get yourself into.

But, then again, when are you going to have the opportunity to have two blokes wanting to kiss you at once? Mia and Leah would kill you if you didn’t take the opportunity.

Simon’s warm, calloused and rough hand grabbed reached up to cover your eyes and after a second, the other clamped around your jaw the same way he had done weeks ago. You could hear Kyle’s breath hitch behind you, a sign that Simon had taken off his mask.

Then, Simon’s lips crashed into yours, his tongue already pushing its way inside. Once more, your tongue found the metal of his barbell piercing, the cold and hard texture drawing a whimper out of you as Simon dragged it over your own tongue.

You could feel Kyle’s warmth next to you, his arm slightly tightening his hold on you so you wouldn’t escape Simon’s kiss. Your hands gently grabbed onto Simon’s forearms, fingers digging in as the kiss left you light-headed.

After a moment, Simon pulled back, fixed his mask back into place, and uncovered your eyes. “So?” He teased when your eyes adjusted to the darkened room, illuminated only by the blue light of the TV playing the movie.

“Hm.” Was all you could reply with, a stupid little sound that didn’t at all convey how good the kiss felt. But it made Simon laugh, open mouthed, belly laughter, his head falling back over the edge of the couch.

“Cat got your tongue? Oh, wait, no, it’s me.” Simon bragged and you could swear he had a massive shit-eating grin on his stupidly kissable lips.

“Let me check.” Kyle replied and his own hand snaked to grab you around the neck. Before you had time to register it, your head was being dipped back and his lips were against yours.

Unlike Simon, Kyle’s lips were thick, warm, smooth… His tongue was a lot wetter, probably a consequence of Simon’s throat being permanentely dry from wearing the mask too much.

Now that he was so close, you could feel everything. The way his fingers gently rubbed at your pulse points on your neck, the scent of coconut oil that emanated from him, the light prickling of his goatee against your skin, when Simon’s was completely shaved clean…

Simon’s hand snaked down to your thigh and rubbed it lightly as you lost yourself in Kyle’s kiss, your hand grabbing and softly tugging onto his purple jumper.

You were the one that broke the kiss with a gasp for air, your eyes snapping open and finding Kyle looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he licked his lips. “So?” He echoed Simon’s earlier question.

Looking away, you sunk back on the couch and scoffed. “I hate you both.” You grumbled, making them both laugh.

“Damn, I didn’t think I kissed that badly.” Gaz quipped playfully.

“I sure as bloody hell don’t.” Simon replied. “I think they just have poor taste.”

Crossing your arms, you glared at them both. “Yeah? Well… If you’re both such great kissers, then why don’t you prove it?”

The two men looked over at you with raised brows and blinking away their shock at the suggestion. Then, they glanced at each other and seemed to be communicating wordlessly again.

“I’m fine with it.” Gaz quipped, humourously.

“Makes no difference to me.” Ghost replied. “C’mere, Garrick.”

Before you even had time to say you were joking, Simon tugged up his mask with one hand, enough to reveal his jawline and mouth, while the other wrapped around the back of Kyle’s neck with more aggression than necessary.

It was the first time you got to see a snippet of Simon’s face and his jawline was just like you had expected. Harsh, sharp like diamonds, free from any type of hair, and riddled with rough scars and a Glasgow smile carved from the corners of his mouth.

Their mouths collided so harshly that Kyle’s eyes doubled in size before he let go and closed them. Your eyes widened as well as you watched them locked in a kiss that was more passionate than I think any of you expected it to be.

As they pulled away, Ghost pulled down his mask again and glanced over at you, while a very shocked Gaz stood perfectly still, eyes widened and mouth left hanging open… Before he shook himself awake from his trance. “You have a piercing?!”

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[endo-bunny]

Sit Down Now and Rest

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Description: You had anxiety and depression, and Tony and Bruce were more than happy with getting you anxiety meds the moment that you asked. When you stop taking your meds, your mental health plummets and spirals as well as your physical health, and everyone notices. Don't worry though, they're there for you.

Pairing: (Platonic) Avengers x Teen!Reader

Type: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Depression, anxiety, sickness, fainting, dizziness, taking meds(both medicated and just vitamins/iron supplements), dehydration, insomnia, depressive and hurtful thoughts, reader doesn't talk very much in this, nicknames(Kiddo, Kid, Hun)

Word Count: 1,627

Note: I may or may not have written this with too much of myself being present… But it's fine! I also wrote this at like 2 in the morning so it's kinda rough but I just needed to get this typed out so here ya go! Also, the characters might be kinda ooc because I haven't watched any marvel movies in a little while but I've been hyper focused on fics with them lately so yea. And I am working on my tlou and tech fics, it's just hard to find the motivation to write them, but don't worry, I'm working on em.

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You were quick to notice that you stopped taking your meds. You knew that they helped you, but you couldn't get yourself to start the habit of taking them again. You wanted to, most definitely, but you couldn't. Every day was the same. Wake up, look at your meds, contemplate taking them, saying you'll take them later, go train, eat, and then not take them.

You also stopped taking them at night too. You had even set alarms so that you'd remember to take them, but it didn't help at all. Natasha was the first to notice that something was up, being the closest one with you. When she realized that something wasn't quite right, she made sure to keep a close eye on you. She was quick to pick up how dizzy you looked when you'd get up, sometimes not even being able to stay standing before you crumbled back onto the couch. You'd always play it off as if you just lost your footing but she and everyone else knew that that wasn't the case.

One morning you had gotten up much later than you had recently been getting up. When you checked the time, it was around two in the afternoon. You got up and went to the kitchen, feeling extremely hungry after forgetting, and also just not wanting dinner the night prior. When you arrived in the kitchen, Tony was there. He had kind of taken up the father role in your life.

The moment he saw that you had finally arose, he was quick to make a snarky comment in good fun, “Ah! The beast has finally awoken from their slumber, now off they go to find their beauty.”

You only roll your eyes, ignoring him. You felt exhausted, even though you got close to ten hours of sleep seeing as you fell asleep around 4 in the morning. You couldn't find anything easy to fix or that looked appetizing in the fridge or pantry so you just opted for a bottle of water that you would only take a sip or two of then leave with your other five almost full water bottles on your nightstand.

Before you could go back to the confines of your room, Tony had to ask you a question, “ Hey kiddo, did you take your meds?”

The question caught you off guard, not expecting him to ask seeing as he hasn't asked in a real long time.

“Oh yea! I, um, took them earlier but fell back asleep. Yea, that's what I did!”

You try to make it seem like you weren't lying through your teeth, but weren't very successful because of how exhausted you were. However, before Tony could confront you, you book it to your room. You hide there for the rest of the day, not coming out for Dinner. Steve had come by to tell you that dinner was ready but you told him that you weren't very hungry as you just kept your

on the book that you had your nose in. You kept your light on all night, not feeling tired.

The next morning, Nat knocked on your door around eight, coming to get you so that you could train with her. When she opened your door, she saw you laying on your back staring up at the ceiling. You looked exhausted and had dark circles under your eyes. When Bat opened the door, you flung up in surprise. You hadn't heard her knocking so you weren't expecting for the door to randomly open. You couldn't tell who it was at first because your vision went fuzzy black as your body tried to accommodate the sudden movement that you caused. Nat waited for you to acknowledge her.

When you did after a couple seconds, you looked over at the time, confused. It had just been two the last time you looked at the clock. How could it be eight all of the sudden? You were brought out of your thoughts by Natasha trying to talk to you. You zoned back in, giving her a questioning look.

“I said, are you ok? You look exhausted Hun. I came by to get ya to come train but it looks like you need to rest for a couple days.”

“Oh! No, I'm fine. Just give me a couple minutes to get ready and I'll be down and we can get to work in no time!”

She gave you a skeptical look but nodded, closing your door behind her.

When you got down to the training room, Bucky and Steve were there with Natasha. They smiled upon seeing you walk in. However, Bucky and Steve's bright smiles dropped upon looking at your figure. You were slouched, tired eyes not fully open and your eye bags were extremely dark.

Bucky was the first to point it out, “Hey Kid, you ok? You aren't looking too good.”

You only shrugged, your body aching and your throat feeling scratchy and sore for some reason.

As you're sparring with Natasha, you continuously have to stop the match because you go into coughing fits. As finish with your last coughing fit you go back to Natasha, but she's packing her stuff up.

“Wait, where are you going?” You're voice comes rather harsh and rude as you ask the red head.

“I think you should rest for the rest of the day Hun. I'll come check on you in a little while. But go take your meds and also some cough syrup and eat something.”

You didn't say anything as you grabbed your stuff and walked back to your room. This was stupid. It was just a little cold. You can still fight. You need to train. Deep down though you knew you needed to listen to her and do as she said. In the end, you don't. You go back to your room, take a sip or two of water, get a small snack and then sit down in the living room with a book.

You try to read it, but you can't stay focused for long enough to. Your mind is spiraling and racing. You kept replaying how training went. You were so pathetic. And rude. How could you be so rude? Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You slam the book down onto the sofa, huffing.

You hadn't noticed that some of the others had joined you in the living room. They look up at you, surprised. They weren't used to seeing you like this. You tried to get up quickly, wanting to get away from this embarrassing situation.

The moment you get up, the world goes black, buzzing and ringing is the only thing you can hear as you collapse. You feel something picking you up and setting you down on the couch. You blink your eyes a couple times, slowly feeling sensation being restored in your body. You look around you and see that Bruce is coming over with a damp cloth and water. Nat has your head resting in her lap and Tony has your hand in his. They all look worried as they stare down at you. You hear gasped as Steve and Bucky walk in.

Questions are being thrown at you, too fast for you to comprehend. You instinctively put your hands on your ears, feeling overwhelmed. They all quiet down upon seeing this. Tony is the one to ask the questions from then on.

“Hey, it's ok. We're sorry, didn't mean to overwhelm ya like that. Can ya sit up?”

You nodded, feeling embarrassed now. Tony nodded and Nat helped you sit up, allowing you to lean against her.

“Ok, drink some water, you're ok,” Tony hands you the water that Bruce had brought over as Bruce is wiping your face with the cold damp cloth.

“Ya feeling better?”

“Ya, I'm fine.”

“Have you been taking your meds, kid?”Tony doesn't hold back, knowing what it looks like when you don't take the meds that have been helping you produce what your body needs.

You sheepishly look down at your hands that are fidgeting in your lap. You inhale sharply before shaking your head no.

They all sigh, Natasha being the one to talk this time, “Why haven't you been taking your meds, Hun?”

“I-I just don't want to… I don't like the feeling.”

They looked at each other, wondering what to say. As they look at each other, you go to stand up, but they make sure that you don't get up.

“Sit down now and rest,” Bucky's voice comes from behind you, his hands still on your shoulders.

“I'm sorry…” Your voice comes out in a whisper.

“You're forgiven kiddo, but ya gotta start taking your meds again.” Steve comes over and sits on the other side of you as he speaks.

“I know.”

“How bout I take my medication with ya? God knows that I haven't been taking it as much as I should be,” Tony chuckles as he tries to negotiate with you.

You didn't know if it would actually help you but you were open to the idea.

“Good, drink some more water. Now what do you want to watch? Hm? TV's all yours,” Tony stood up, giving you the TV remote as everyone decided to sit down on the couch.

You picked your comfort movie as you snuggled up with Steve and Nat. Tony had gotten you some actual food, and by the time the movie was over, you had drank all the water, ate all the food, fell asleep, and almost everyone else had fallen asleep as well. You felt safe with the people that cared about you all around you. You knew that this would be a journey, but you also knew that you weren't alone.

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Tag list: @fakegingerrights @macchiato-dreaming22 @silnebula

[reidsbabyhoney]

love beyond the pages | s.r.

⊹ pov: you’re a bookshop owner and one fateful day spencer stumbles across your small shop, starting a love story ☕️

pairing: female!reader x spencer reid

category: fluff

cw: none

a/n: something short & sweet as an apology for being gone for so long. I apologize for the lack of borders, I had to sacrifice them to finish the post. also please ignore the dates on some of the messages, it truly shows how long I've been attempting to work on this post. please like/comment/reblog if you liked, this was so much fun to make and i want to continue making smaus!

spencer masterlist main masterlist

yourusername

♪ Like the Movies • Laufey

Liked by yourbestfriend and 189 others

yourusername my idea of the perfect day; being surrounded by books, cats, and pretty boy geniuses

yourbestfriend that caption…anything to share with the class?

yourusername @/yourbestfriend pretty boy that claims to read 20,000 words per minute came into the shop today…pretty sure i fell in love

yourfriend1 cutest bookshop owned by the cutest girl

♥️ by author

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February 17, 2025

penny.penelope

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penny.penelope Family Dinners @ Rossi’s

@/dr.swreid @/AaronHotch @/jj.jareau

yourbestfriend ugh, you’re so cute penny

penny.penelope @/yourbestfriend Love you cutie!!

ChocolateThunder no picture of me babygirl?

penny.penelope Those are for our eyes only 😉

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March 3, 2025

message between you (blue) and your best friend (grey)

em.prentiss

♪ Girls on Film • Duran Duran

Liked by jj.jareau, penny.penelope, yourusername, dr.swreid and 157 others

em.prentiss girls night hosted by the best @/yourusername

@/penny.penelope @/jj.jareau @/yourbestfriend

yourusername i only keep the shop open after hours for my favorite angels

em.prentiss I adore you so much, I could kiss you on the lips

yourusername don’t temp me with a good time, em

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June 23, 2025

messages between you (blue) and spencer (grey)

yourusername

♪ Sweet Life • Frank Ocean

Liked by yourbestfriend, penny.penelope, dr.swreid and 200 others

yourusername a little slice of my sweet life 🍰💌

yourbestfriend huh i wonder who took the first pic

yourusername you’ve mentioned this question a few times

penny.penelope I had the best time at your shop! Can’t wait to go back.

yourusername oh you angel, i loved hosting girls night! you’re welcome any time.

yourfriend3 is this a soft launch i smell…

yourusername i guess we’ll never know

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August 28, 2025

dr.swreid

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dr.swreid Date night with my pretty girl

ChocolateThunder boy genius, did i read that caption right?

penny.penelope If that’s who i think it is im going to SCREAM

AaronHotch Happy for you.

em.prentiss I got up and did a cartwheel

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October 16, 2025

yourusername

♪pretty boy • the neighbourhood

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yourusername secret's out @dr.swreid

penny.penelope I KNEW IT!!!!

yourusername i’m surprised you didn’t hack his phone to get this information

ChocolateThunder so this is little miss pretty girl

yourusername the one and only

yourbestfriend i’m crying tears of joy right now

yourusername as if you didn’t know for months

dr.swreid I love you, my angel girl

yourusername forever and then some my pretty boy

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November 21, 2025

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*note* this is the last time I'm going to be using this taglist, so if you want to be added to the new one please click the linked post above!

[wcters]

MATT WITH A GIRLFRIEND WHO NAPS ALL THE TIME

pairing: matthew sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: matt with a girlfriend who is obsessed with naps/naps all the time

warnings/contents: none

author’s note: will probably be shorter than the last one 🤍 sorry, self indulgent

- you need coffee all the time

- or just any caffeine

- always nursing a red bull or iced coffee

- probably stopped working to keep you awake after awhile but you gaslight yourself into thinking it does

- you have woken up in matt’s bed with chris beside matt who’s beside you

- like hello? when did you show up and it’s too squished

- slipper socks . . . you have cold feet a lot

- you force matt to take his shoes off if he’s going on the bed. no matte how clean they are

- will not let him leave your naps

- have your own pillow and pillowcase at his house

- always have bags under your eyes

- sometimes you can’t sleep without matt

- like you have to be touching him somehow: legs tangled up, hand holding, something

- have a playlist of just phoebe bridgers songs to fall asleep to (same)

- love stealing and sleeping in his boxers and his shirts

- you’re one of those girls who will just wear shorts and a shirt but refuse to put anything else on if you get cold

- you’ll either cuddle up to matt or get more blankets

- MELATONIN GUMMIES

- you take em’ if you are just not falling asleep cause that happens

- have definitely fallen asleep in matt’s lap or something while he’s playing video games and he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up or tell you you’re in the way

- like that feeling when you have to get up when you have a cat in your lap

- sleep in a starfish position unless matt’s there

- nick, chris, and matt have so many 0.5’s of you sleeping

- #mouthbreather

- you’ve almost fallen asleep while you’re out for dinner

- have a shirt/sweater that says ‘i’m tired but i’m being brave about it’

- fall asleep to true crime

- talk about the most confusing and existential stuff and then fall asleep like nothing

- people complain you sleep too much? your just a girl 🎀

- when someone asks you to hang and and you say your busy your probably just taking a nap

- you and matt are always down for a nap

- you’re a sleepy couple

- you will set like 10 alarms to wake you up because you’ll either snooze them or sleep through them

- you always have cold water and chapstick near you when you’re napping/sleeping

- soooo delirious when you first wake up

- you prefer the room or wherever you’re having a nap to be cold

- not like freezing but under the temperature you’d usually have the house/apartment

- sleep focus? 🔛 no one is getting to you unless it’s an emergency

- you’ll text everyone who might try to reach you

- ‘i am having a nap, will not answer for anything cause i’ll be asleep 😌😌’

- matt has gifted toy essential oils or bath salts to help you sleep

- christmas morning with you SUCKS and you admit that. you hate waking up early

- matt will have to drag you out of the room

- all pissed at him and everyone else until you get your gifts or go back to sleep

- fall asleep during movie nights

- you can sleep anywhere and will

- the triplets will get home from somewhere and you’re just on the couch or sitting at their dining room table asleep

- if you don’t want up, matt will just pick you up and carry you to your room

- you’ve dropped your phone on your face before cause you fell asleep watching it

- you won’t admit it out loud . . . but you love asmr

- have a playlist of your favourites

- passenger princess, sleeper edition!

- has a headrest pillow you bought

- blanket ready to go and chair laid back if no one’s behind it

- matt draws shapes on your back

- will nap with best friends

- talk and talk and let everyone know how much you love naps

[malikat24601]

“I’m nervous, man,” Eddie confessed, finding it easier to talk now that Steve’s heavy gaze wasn’t on him. “So nervous. Like… I’ve never done this before. Hook ups I understand, sex is easy, but romance? What’s a guy like me supposed to do with that? ”

Steve had dropped hands from his face and had relaxed into Eddie’s side, pressed there together on the mattress, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. His eyes were closed and he looked deep in thought. Eddie waited, watching him curiously out of the corner of his eye, wondering what advice he would give. What came next out of Steve’s mouth was nothing that Eddie had been expecting. “If it were me, if I were the guy, Eds, I know what I would do if I were the one lucky enough to take you out on a date,” he began softly, voice like velvet. Eddie wanted to wrap himself up in the sound, feel it drag all along his body, live there forever. “First, I’d pick you up,” Steve continued, weaving his words like a spell. “Is whatshisname picking you up or are you meeting him?” “Meeting him.” “Hmm,” Steve hummed, the corners of his lips pulling down in displeasure. “That’s his first mistake. I would pick you up, would want to make you feel special. Meet you at your door, walk you to the car. Take care of you. Bring you a little gift — flowers maybe, to make you laugh, candy because you’re sweet.” “Chocolate?” Eddie asked, perking up. He loved candy. “You’re so predictable.” “SweeTarts, a whole bag of ‘em,” Steve countered, smile tugging at his lips in the most delicious way, a smile that only Eddie got to see. “Because you’re not that sweet, Munson.” Eddie laughed, delighted. This sweet and sour, this push and pull, this ability of Steve’s to meet Eddie right where he was and give as good as he got lit up some part of his brain that no one else could touch, and it was frighteningly addicting. He wanted more, always more. “And then, Steve?” “What’s the date tonight, dinner and a movie you said? And you say I’m predictable. Ok. I’d take you to a place I knew well for dinner, something older, more established and out of the way so we wouldn’t be fighting the crowd. Someplace dark, with tight little corner booths, perfect for close talking, and closer sitting. You and me, pressed up together in the flickering candlelight, reading from the same menu. I’d order you a cocktail, an old fashioned — sweet, because I know you like it, and whiskey because it always warms you up, makes your face flush the prettiest pink.” “Oh,” Eddie breathed, his pulse picking up in the strangest way, laughter fading from his lips.

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[yuh13lo]

𖤐 Not so secret C.S.

Chris never said she wasn’t his girlfriend. He just didn’t post her. Not because he was hiding her—his brothers knew, Sam knew, Madison definitely knew—but because the quiet, lowkey love they shared felt too good to offer up to the internet.

That night had been loud. Dinner with the whole crew, a cramped photo booth, Madison dragging everyone into group Polaroids like it was a 2007 teen movie. His girl stayed close, always next to him, her laughter easy and soft in his ear.

The photo ended up on Instagram, obviously. Just a harmless group pic.

Hours later, back at the triplets place, they were tangled together under a throw blanket on his couch. Her head rested on his chest, tracing lazy circles on his arm while some random movie played low in the background. His phone buzzed once, then again, then again.

He finally checked it—and paused.

“Who’s the girl next to Chris???”

“Is that the same girl from the photobooth strip in the background??”

“Not to start anything but she’s in Madison’s pics too. Like… consistently.”

“Soft launch era???”

Chris huffed a quiet laugh. She tilted her head up at him, raising a brow.

“They found you,” he murmured, spinning the phone so she could see.

She smirked, eyes sparkling. “Took them long enough.”

He kissed her forehead and dropped the phone back to the floor.

“Let ‘em wonder,” he said, tightening his arms around her. “I got you right here.”

And just like that, being almost found out didn’t feel so bad.

The next morning smelled like fresh laundry, candles, cinnamon rolls, and mild chaos.

Nick sat cross-legged on the floor, shirt in his lap, while Chris’s girlfriend carefully pressed a bedazzler against the fabric, her tongue poking out slightly in focus. The triplets were calling it their “Surprise Party Tour,” and for reasons still unclear, Nick decided rhinestones were essential.

Chris lounged on the couch nearby, watching the chaos unfold with a sleepy grin, still wearing the hoodie she’d stolen from his closet.

Matt strolled in first, eyes scanning the scene, a brow raised at the sparkly project.

But it was Nick who struck first.

“So,” he said casually, plucking a rhinestone from the tray. “Internet kinda lost its mind last night.”

Chris didn’t even flinch. “Yeah?”

Nick grinned. “Something about a mysterious girl in a photobooth strip and a group pic and—oh, right—your girlfriend sitting on top of you at dinner.”

Chris’s girlfriend looked up, eyes wide with faux innocence. “I was sitting next to him.”

“Your hand was on his thigh,” Matt chimed in, flopping onto the armrest of the couch. “Pretty sure the fan edits already have wedding bells in the captions.”

Chris smirked, eyes flicking to her. “Well, they’re not wrong.”

She rolled her eyes, flicking a rhinestone at him. “Smooth.”

Nick held up the newly bedazzled shirt. “Honestly, though? They figured it out faster than I thought. Y’all were being real soft.”

“I’m soft all the time,” Chris shrugged, walking over to steal a kiss from the top of her head. “Just not usually caught in the background.”

Matt fake gagged. “Save it for the private story, Romeo.”

Chris just grinned and grabbed a handful of rhinestones. “Alright, if I’m already exposed, I’m making a shirt that says ‘Her Boyfriend.’”

She laughed. “Only if mine says ‘Not So Secret Anymore.’”

Nick raised a hand. “I’m making one that says ‘I Called It.’”

And just like that, the quiet morning turned into laughter, glitter, and the low-key kind of love that didn’t need to hide anymore—just sparkle a little.

[dilf-docs]

Foul Promises, Forbidden Games

harry castillo x younger fem!reader

summary: finally, harry and you seem to have found temporary truce. a small step. but what it's not, if a big dangerous leap?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, (eventual) smut, foes to hoes, (one sided) enemies to lovers, angst, rich ppl (yes that's a warning), slowburn, reader may be a bit of a cunt (sorry if this x reader fic is mischaracterizing u), ft. dbf!harry (love this trope so much and had to squeeze it in, my bad)

word count: 1,840 words

side note: hi hello thank u for ur support my citizens!!!!!!! new spot just dropped a few days ago UGH i'm so excited for this movie can't wait to meet our smitten billionare istg if he gets dumped for cevans' poor ass but in celine god song we trust,, NOW brat summer is over it's time for dilf summer and pedro pascal is the star!

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"Come in"

The door opens, and the familiar click of shoes and wooden musk invades the place. You don't dare pronounce his name.

"This office is for married people only"

He chuckles at your dry tone. Petty even.

"Thought you were allergic to 'em"

"I am, but they bring money to the table"

"Thought it was your daddy's" he's quick to retort.

You try to keep neutral, your view busy on the same file you've had open since he entered the room.

"Contrary to popular belief, I'm not offended by the trust-fund baby calling" you reply, nonchalant. He takes a sit without you allowing it, that stupid soft smile on his face while crossing his legs. You finally look at him. "What do you want, Harry?"

Because, why was he, the last person you'd like to see, inside your office on a weekday, let alone, almost at closing hours?

"I want a truce"

His words fall into the silence of your office, partly iluminated by the moonlight. It isn't your worst wednesday night but it sure deserves a spot on the list.

You arch an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware we were at war"

"With you, honey" he leans in closer, his shadow hovering over your desk, "there's always a fight"

"Then why take the trouble to come?"

"See what I mean?" he's quick to smile like he knows something you don't. "Anyway, I came because it's urgent. Wouldn't, otherwise"

"Huh. I've heard that before"

Harry stands up, looking at your condecorated wall, seemingly impressed by the papers hanging inside frames, a testament to your intelligence.

"Well?"

"Do you know why people come to you?" he asks, still facing the wall.

"Because I'm the best"

He turns around, smiling in amusement. "So humble, aren't you?"

"I take you didn't come to compliment me. Tell me, Mr. Castillo, why is it you're here?"

Harry faces you. "Drop the formalities, we're not strangers"

"I don't know you"

It's sharp, but he doesn't flinch.

"You could if you wanted to"

Your heart picks up a faster beat. It's starting again, like the two times before, this new off-putting feeling you hate and can't stop.

"You came here for bussiness, I pressume. Not comradeship, Harry"

To talk with you is to wrestle with a seething tongue.

"We can always have tea or a nice dinner other day. I know this pasta place downtown; I'm friend's with the owner" at your narrowed eyes and lack of response, he clears his throat and continues. "Alright, not the talker. I'll go straight to the point"

"Finally"

He contains the urge to roll his eyes.

"Nevermind. You do talk the talk" he sighs. "But I'm here for a favor"

Now it's your turn to sigh. "Could've said that first. Time's money and you've wasted me enough. This is a law firn, not a charity"

His lips quirk into a smirk. "I don't want your alms. Just you"

Two simple words shouldn't affect you this much.

"Besides, haven't you got plenty?" he continues, tone joking, at your lack of response.

"It's never enough"

His eyes shine with an inexplicable anticipation.

"I can always try"

You cross your arms, leaning against your leather chair. Maybe he won't notice the slight tremble to them.

"You said you needed me"

"Precisely" Harry seems content. "Now we're talking"

"Speak"

"So bossy" you roll your eyes. "Do you know Paul Lauder?"

"If you're rich and leave in New York, it's impossible you haven't"

"He's a friend of mine" he offers.

You scoff. "Would be weird if he wasn't"

"I don't have as many friends as you think I do"

"Who you befriend isn't my problem. Or what I think isn't yours" Harry looks about to correct you, but you don't allow him. You place your elbows on your desk, assesing, in that pose he thinks you use to intimidate. You ressemble a hunter, ready to bounce over it's prey. It sends shivers down his spine, despite mantaining his natural facade. "Continue"

"I need your help"

You grin like a cat. "If you need my help, as you say, and they only way I can help you is the only way I know, you could've sent an e-mail"

"But that's the problem" he smiles, albeit a bit sad. "He doesn't want to get a divorce"

His shoulders slump, face frowned and a serious glint over his eyes that makes him look like he carries the world's whole weight within them. You're taken back by how used you're to his usual happy and confident self. For a moment, you think you want to do everything in your power to make him smile again. The treacherous thought is pushed down as quick as it came.

"Then why are you here?" you ask, this time curious above anything else. "I thought you believed in marriage"

He doesn't take your little bait. "No. I believe in love"

You push back a smile. "Right, how could I be so dumb?"

"You're not, which is why I came to you. Do you think I would put up with your charming personality for nothing? There are tons of other divorce lawyers out there"

"Yet here you are" you interrupt, harsh.

"Yet here I am" he repeats, softly.

"Harry..."

"I know this is sudden, and I know it's late. That you don't care for me, or my friend"

"I don't"

His gaze turns hard for a second, maybe as a warning, expecting less judging and more sympathy.

"Don't expect anything from me"

"I don't expect you to understand what you don't know, y/n" he replies, tone patient yet condescending. "But know this: love tends to bring the strongest down"

"Love" you savour the word, rolling off your tongue like a snake who seethes. "You speak a lot about it. Tell me, Harry, have you ever been in love?"

A pin could drop and be heard.

"I think you'll know when I do"

You decide to serve yourself some coffee, and when the cup spills, filled to the brim with shaky movements, he doesn't say anything. You don't offer him a cup either.

"Listen, I pride myself in reading people. Wonder how I ever got so far in this industry? I know what people want, and that's the key. The rest is sweet talk and paper. So, when I tell you it took me less than two seconds to figure her, I'm serious. Paul may have married this girl out of love, but she obviously hasn't. As Lauder is charmed by her heart, she's by the numbers of his bank account"

A true player, you think cynically.

"You expect me to fill sorry for the poor filthy rich?" you tilt your head, the annoyance palpable.

"That's funny coming from you"

The roughness of his tone surprises you. You don't reply anything.

"He's self-made"

"And I'm supposed to assign bonus pity points for that?" you find your voice again.

He rolls his eyes, composed demeanor faltering a bit. You smile, delighted.

"I wouldn't want all his hard work to go to waste for a fairy tale he's deluded himself with"

"Now you're speaking my language"

"Don't confuse yourself. True love is still out there" he counters.

"You're a believer, Harry. I'm still deciding if that's heroic or stupid"

"You may think I'm being selfish, but I know my friend. This isn't Paul. He's gone in her cold smile he perceives as warm, and his pockets keeps emptying as his love into the place her heart is supposed to be, but he's just pouring worship into a hollow pit with a hole in the bottom that leaks with indifference. Apathy. Aversion even" he makes a pause, seemingly pained by just recalling. "I believe love makes you grow, so does devotion. But devotion isn't servitude. Surrendering, in flesh and bone, to another soul isn't the same as losing yourself"

"Poetic" you drop with a bitter tone. Almost humiliating.

He shrugs, not affected. "I'm not a poet, just a friend who wants to help"

"By seeking out a divorce" you reply, entertained.

"No" sharp. "I'm helping my good friend before he makes the biggest mistake of his life"

"You will break his heart" you add, not knowing why.

"A heart only breaks once. The rest are just scratches"

You can't help but wonder about your father and mother. If he loved her; if she's the only woman he ever loved. Maybe that's why he was so fucked up now. You still remember the weeks after her departure, how he'd drunkenly call her name after shots of tears. In the following morning, he wouldn't recall, and you wouldn't tell him either. Out of empathy or pity, you don't know. He never did again after he married his second, neither when she left. Nor with the next one, and so on. His polite smile when arriving to your office to finalize each never faltered, so maybe Harry was right, at least in that. You won't give him that much credit though, let alone tell him.

You sigh. "If he doesn't want a divorce, there's nothing I can do. What I do, is the legal procedures. Not magic"

"I think you're underestimating yourself" like a nurturing father. You don't know how much you need those words, the forbidden warmth in your chest rather embarrassing. "You could change anyone's mind"

"Right. I'm not a witch"

"Pretty sure I heard a few of your employees call you Wicked Witch of the East Coast as I walked by" he smirks.

"Well, Broadway isn't that far. I'm glad you appreciate their wit" but your gaze is cold. "When you keep them close, they're pretty much the same, but I know I've got both admirers and enemies" a breath goes by. "I'm curious, though. Which are you?"

He's as surprised by your boldness as yourself. Maybe it's the late hour or the bitter adrenaline of caffeine in your veins.

"I'm whatever you want me to be" in that infuriating tone you've yet to decipher; you hate the unknown.

"Always the gentleman" you concede, icy. "Now be the one who tells me why the hell I'm supposed to help your fallen friend"

"Because I'm asking you to"

The tension could be cut with kid scissors.

"Are you paying in advance?" you ask, throat dry.

The billionare smiles.

"A true business woman. Your dad was right"

You give him a tight smile. "He mocks me"

"I don't"

He raises from his seat, an indentation in the shape of him where he just sat. More of Harry in your life, in guarded spaces previously only your own.

"Good. Do we have a deal?"

You extend your hand. When he takes it in his, something clicks.

Harry smiles. "We do"

Your hand burns as if you've just made a deal with the devil.

"Goodnight" he exits your office, voice as soft as only Harry Castillo can.

For a moment, your hand still in the air as his back loses in the dark shadows of your closed office, you can't help but think you've made the worst mistake of your life by agreeing.

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[archangeldyke-all]

i’ve read all of your “little fucker + twins” pieces and they’ve done WONDERS to my baby fever recently 😭🩷 i couldn’t love this little family more. sevika is such a cute mommy

i have one request i wanna ask pretty please! i’d love to see how reader and sevika put the kids to bed. everyone’s little rituals as they prepare themselves and the children for bedtime 🥺love your stuff!!!

CUTE CUTE CUTEEE

men and minors dni

it's the first warm night of the season, the sun finally up past six pm, so you let the girls stay outside playing much later than you usually would.

their games range from 'house' to 'civil war'; endlessly entertaining for you and your wife to watch from the porch where you sneakily share a joint.

"look. shithead's starting a revolution." you nod to where your four-year old is leading a charge of stuffed animals in a wagon toward her sisters. sevika snorts.

"we need to get them fed and bathed and in bed. they've got school tomorrow." sevika says. you laugh and shake your head.

"you just wanna get them to sleep so we can watch that horror movie you've been talking about."

"maybe... or maybe i want you all to myself for a few hours before bed." she says with a salacious wink. you roll your eyes. you know her well enough to know when she's lying through her teeth.

"don't make promises you don't intend to keep sevika. c'mon, you wrangle the girls, i'll get dinner started."

before you had children, you would put on a record when you were in the kitchen, swaying back and forth to the music, occasionally humming along.

but now, you have something much better to listen to: the sounds of your girls squealing from the bathtub at your wife's antics.

you find yourself laughing along to the belly laughs and cackles, both from your kids and sevika. you don't know what they're getting up to, and you dread to see the state of your bathroom; but you're still grinning by the time three sets of stumbling footsteps come storming toward the kitchen.

there they are, your girls, squeaky clean and each wearing one of sevika's old t-shirts as their pajamas.

"what's for dinner ma?" little fucker asks.

before you can answer, sevika comes walking in, soaked from head to toe, a cringe on her face and bubbles from the bath in her hair. you snort.

"what happened to you?"

"we had three fuckin' kids is what happened."

you pull your wife in for a kiss, and stinkybutt and shithead squeal.

"yucky!"

"moms stop!"

"aweee!" little fucker coos.

sevika pulls away with a dreamy smile, shooting a wink at you. you giggle.

dinner is a cacophony of laughter and jokes, and by the time it's over, the kitchen is wrecked.

"i'll give you five bucks if you do the dishes for me tonight." you groan to sevika. she smiles at you.

"you tired?" she asks. you nod with a pout. sevika leans forward to kiss you sweetly. "go put 'em to bed, then take a nice long shower for yourself, okay?"

"you tellin' me i stink?"

sevika giggles. "no. i'm tellin' you i'll meet you in the shower." she says with a wink. you giggle.

"i love you."

"i love you too. we're still watching my movie tonight, y'know." sevika whispers. you huff and roll your eyes, then smack sevika's ass as you walk toward the girls' room.

it takes three books, and two stories about mommy sevika fighting bears and dragons; but eventually the girls are all snoring.

sevika does indeed meet you in the shower.

and afterward, even though your bones feel like jelly and you're tired to the core, you cuddle up on the couch with your wife to watch some corny slasher.

you don't even make it to the first kill before you're sleeping on her shoulder.

and when you wake up again, it's to sevika gently scooping you up to carry you to bed.

"love you." you mumble, nuzzling against her neck.

sevika sets you in bed and lays beside you, curling around you and pulling the blankets up. "i love you too, my love."

"was the movie spooky?"

sevika snorts. "so spooky."

"mmm. y' can cuddle me if you have nightmares." you offer as you drift back to sleep.

the last thing you hear is sevika's gentle laughter.

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