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Iâm working Christmas Eve! And we are unexpectedly overstaffed so the hospital might send people home, which is tempting but I was like âeh I want holiday pay and all the Christmas Eve stuff is already over,â but then I got assigned a break time I really hate so then I was like âfuck itâ and put my name on the list of people willing to go home, but then I found out my patient load was really light so I was like âeh fuck it Iâll stayâ but then I found out Iâd been last minute assigned to precept a new nurse which means I canât leave early which means now I would like to leave early, but then I found out I actually have a slightly better break time than I thought, so. Uh. Merry Christmas?
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The universe is testing me for making me work today, a federal holiday, after having off yesterday (I always have off on Sundays.) and I'm gonna be almost 700 miles away from home tomorrow. Like, I can't believe this is happening.
#personal#Not to sound like a whiny baby but I just want to stay home and pack... :(#And I don't get holiday pay with my employer so that doesn't help at all. I'm getting paid like it's a regular 'ol Monday.#But for real. I can't believe it. At this time tomorrow I'll be just about ready to be leaving for the airport. Ahh!
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#currently on the worst road trip of my whole entire life! well. i don't want to jinx it lmao but#today i popped TWO TIRES at once in the middle of the Katy Freeway in Houston TX (the widest highway in the US; 26 lanes btw)#managed to make it over to the shoulder without DYING but then had to sit there for like an hour? and panic called a tow truck because duh#I know how to change a tire but I was â again â sitting on the shoulder of the widest freeway on the continent so#anyway I called a tow; a guy showed up. I assumed it was the tow! turned out it was not. but he helped me put on the spare and then was lik#âfollow me to my shop I can do the tires for youâ and I was like okay! đ but then the ACTUAL tow called me and I realized this was#just a random guy (very nice up to that point but then I got scared about following him to a secondary location?) and so I didn't lmao#I just kept driving and didn't follow him but the guy on the phone was then mad at me because I wasn't where I said I would be because#AGAIN â I thought the original guy WAS the tow company that I called? but anyway guy 2 on the phone was like âYOU OWE ME $200!!!!â#and I said for what? also how would I pay you? and he tried to get me to cash app him lmao?? I didn't. I hung up on him#he called me like 6 more times yelling at me until I finally just blocked his number đ#however NOW at this point I'm driving on one spare tire and one rapidly-flattening second tire and I still have 3 hours left to get where#I was going for the night and to top it all off I'm in the middle of a city I've only been to one time before? so I manage to get to a hote#like a nice-ish one where I'm like âokay if I get stuck here this won't be the end of the worldâ#because keep in mind today is a national holiday so basically everything is closed!!!! btw!!!!!#but eventually I'm sitting there and it's literally 100F outside and I remember oh right lol I have car insurance which pays for a tow#(a normal one; not a random one I panic-found on google who calls me screaming at me to cash app him $200)#so anyway I call my insurance and the guy on the phone is very nice and is like âit's okay; we'll have someone to you in 45 minâ#and I'm like okay. OKAY. đđŞ I am a strong independent woman who is figuring this out and no longer on the side of the highway#but instead in a nice calm neighborhood and all I have to do is wait 45 min and everything will be okay#one hour goes by. I call back. get redirected to the tow company that was dispatched. guy says oh! is my guy not there yet?#I say no. he says okay â I'll have him call you. hangs up.#okay. 20 more min go by. guy finally calls me. says âI'm 20-25 min awayâ at this point I've been waiting about an hour and a half#I say. okay? okay. 30 more minutes go by. I try to call the guy back. straight to voicemail. three more calls. three more no answers.#I call my insurance back. sit on hold for 15 min. eventually get put through to a different person who's like âokay let me check on himâ#get put on hold. eventually she comes back and says âokay he says 15 minutesâ I've been waiting over 2 hours at this point. I have to PEE#I just... burst into tears. on the phone with this poor random woman from Geico Insurance. I'm bawling my eyes out.#she was trying to get claim info from me but I'm crying so hard she's like âoh baby no. okay. okay. we can get that from you tomorrow.â#when you cry so hard that even the insurance company is like âyou know what we're just going to let this one slideâ#anyway guy eventually shows up. he's very nice even though I hate him a little for being so late. he drives me to an OPEN TIRE SHOP
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should not have read the replies on that one post bcos my goddd i'm feeling as much contempt for ofmd fans as i feel for the scammers on here pretending to be palestinian. both of you are incapable of putting aside your own comfort and extravagances for the sake of people who are experiencing unimaginable suffering, both of you see the genocide of palestinians as nothing but means to achieve your own ends. scammers at least are upfront in that you know they have no morals and they do everything for money. but these omfd fans are literally using palestine to clear their conscience and feel better about having shit taste in tv shows they wanna get away with supporting awful people and awful ideas so how convenient that they have ~$11k~ to throw into the faces of those who criticize them, as if that doesn't make them even more despicable!!! i hate rich people sooo muchhh i hate people made stupid by wealth and privilege!!!!!!!!!
#didn't all of you watch motaz and bisan and eman and every other palestinian on twitter accuse the world of not caring about them#of celebrating holidays and going on with their lives and turning a blind eye while they were being massacred by the thousands#did you not read about the baby who died of hunger and watch the videos of people getting shot at while fighting for food#and did you not feel even the slightest shame about yourselves after all of these for paying for a fucking billboard???
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not me agreeing to work a few hours tomorrow morning. Iâm such a saint
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*jk vc* wE AHYR sO CRIMSAHN BAHCK awHN bABEY!!! ;) <3 xX
#Spotify#;juxebox.#i am sorry i could not let the playlist die with me ( and come back like ravenstan leEEEGOOO! ) it was stylecarrying me#i hope y'all enjoyed/enjoyed it i put a lot of love into it#i am also adding holiday and christmas bops somewhere between rs and jk bc the last part is in december#and its also the holiday season so merry xXmas and crimsondawnakah mothafuckaaaaaaaaa#let me cook on hannukah songs i need a second#i am okay; just anxious and trying to regain my footing because i got a little too overwhelmed ( we love self sabotage )#thank you for being kind to me; i love you and i promise i won't disapeear into the ether again i hope u think the blog looks cool#these are suck bangers i promise i tried to make them rel#faint is still so funny i will never stop laughing and its a bop#BUT COVER OF SANTA BABY BY MICHAEL BUBLE IS STILL FUCKING FUNNIER HELP LIKE NOT HIM REACHING HARD#AS FUCK TO BE STRAIGHT TO FUCKING SANTAAAHILSKKDS LIKE SANTA pAPI>?SD?D?S? MIKEY BESTIE COME AWWHWWnWwNN#where is the drunk jersey kyle christmas party where he says santa pai white boy wasted so i CAN LAFF AND FEEL JOY#FOR ONCE KLSHDHSL LIKE I KNOW IT WAS SO FUNNY HELP MY ENTIRE BODY VIBRATES WITH EVIL LAUGHTER#LIEKSKDDKL I KNOW RAVENSTAN WAS LIKE OHHHHHHHHH MY GOD NO AND THREW UP A HAND HEART IM CRYInG#please god tell me someone recorded it ( just kidding i know everyone did god bless them not all heros wear capes )
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y'all I hate work so much
#had to stay f ou r hou r s after my shift for movers from another center#but i dont get overtime for it because of the holiday pay this week#but ??? i just had a 13 hr day like eat my ass!!! give me 50$ an hr for those four hours!#this is cutting into my precious Me & Baby On The Couch Time
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If I hyperfixate on beanie babies again and watch all documentaries and news reports available the world may just stop burning
also this art is so cute I love the colors<3
oh to be a tiny little beanie baby
#beanie babies#The world will stop burning Iâm telling you it will#trust me on this one#everyone who sees this should join me kt#i have like 50 beanie babies from a thrift store+Amazon sitting in my closet#i take out the holiday bears and put them around my room#i have two out rn âthe endâ and the millennium one#idk if âthe endâ is the correct name tho itâs 3am and my bed is warm and my room is cold you gotta be fucked in the head and in need of#a Lobotomy to think Iâm gonna get up#art#digital art#pay attention#:)#fanart#this is fanart right???#I want this person to get attention bro this art is genuinely so cute#cute#stuffed animals#artists on tumblr#digital illustration#digital drawing
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decided to work tonight too so i will not have a weekend this week. need the overtime tho, it's been so hard to get @_@ gotta take it while i can
#meg speaks#next paycheck is gonna be hella good tho#the overtime AND the holiday pay... oh yeah baby..
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holiday shopping - rafe cameron x fem!reader
A/N: all i want is to be spoiled by rafe cameron âšď¸
holly jolly november
the two of you are barely through the entrance of the mall when you grab rafeâs hand, steering him towards a row of holiday-lit stores.
âcan we go in there, please?â you ask, staring up at rafe with those doe innocent eyes.
he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âwe can do whatever you want, but youâre not lifting a finger. got it?â if he was spoiling you today, he was going to do it right.
you give him a look, raising your eyebrows. âhoney, i can pay for things myself. you donât have to-â his finger covers your lips as he shushes you.
âdonât want to hear it. i donât just do this for anyone, baby.â heâs teasing, but thereâs something serious in his gaze, too, something that makes your heart skip. for the rest of the day he doesnât let you lift a single bag, nor a credit card that isnât his.
by the time youâre on your way out of the store, heâs juggling an armful of your new things with a satisfied smile on his face.
you canât help but giggle as he struggles with the weight of the bags. âneed some help there?â you offer, reaching out.
he smirks, shifting the bags to one side before you can grab them. ânice try.â he pulls you closer as you walk. âbut iâve got it.â
you stare at rafe, the boy whoâs usually masked by a stressful and tough facade, as he carries girlie, holiday decorated bags for you.
#đđ¤đĄđĄđŽ đđ¤đĄđĄđŽ đŁđ¤đŤđđ˘đđđ§#hearts4hughes#rafe cameron#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#rafe cameron imagine#noraâs writings đ
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I have been in this city for ONE WEEK and Iâm ready to leave forever
#maybe I just have a headache and am annoyed by my boss.#but man#Iâm doing a six week internship okay and not only did she not actually know what she wanted me to do at ALL#but sheâs just now set me doing this Other Thing that she didnât properly explain before she goes on holiday for a week#I think I just have a headache bc sheâs very nice but oh my god please decide what you want me to do#i have to write this report and she sounded like she was figuring out what she wanted in it as she was telling me#and this comes after the first week of doing what she tells me before she tells me itâs wrong and unusable actually bc she forgot abt X#I have taught myself so much coding.#R is EVIL btw but it still beats writing a report on a niche method of data handling thatâs basic enough that nobody in the field talks abt#which means for someone who is decidedly Not in the field and doesnât have anyone to teach you youâre fucked#idk maybe I can find a textbook or something#>:(#this report is gonna go the same as everything else has so far I know it#Iâm gonna make some maps that are wrong or not the way she wants and Iâm going to write some stuff abt how to do it#and then be told that what Iâve written is shit bc youâre meant to be focusing on this thing she didnât bring up before#like I was TRYING to figure out what she actually wanted me to do yesterday but she just got annoyed and was like youâll figure it out when#youâve done some reading#>>>>:(#maybe this is just babyâs first Real Job (theyâre not paying me.) or whatever but man.#ughgddhh i should finish the dumb code I was doing and then read some stuff before 5#I may or may not have a meeting with her if she has time before her train so I should probably be ready to get some answers
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-laying facedown on the floor-
i miss my baby brotherrrrrr
#its been like over a month since we've gotten to talk on the phone#bc he's busy with work n college#and im also busy w work and dont always have the social battery for phone calls#but i miss him so much ;_;#i know he is a wholeass 22yo adult but in my head he's still baby#he should be home forever and i should get to see him whenever bc i adore him#im so so so proud of him for making it thru college and i know he's going to put great things into the world#but sometimes i wish he wasnt living ~6hrs away#bc it means we only really get to see him on holidays or when family emergencies happen#and given i spent the furst 18yrs of my life with him#then visited my parents once a week to deepclean their house in exchange for them paying for my medical shit#of which he followed me around the entire time and i got to spend like 5hrs chatting with him every week#......its just really hard to suddenly only get to see him a handful of times a year
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â.Ëââ.Ë WATCH IT!
Gojo Satoru didn't predicted this move... So he ended up fucking you lol ââË・â G!Satoru x afab!reader and sex pollen!
tags: smut, sex pollen, unprocteted sex (wrap it and pee after sex), overstimulation (like A LOT), use of nicknames (princess, baby, good boy, love...) multiple rounds, praise kink, angst if you squint your eyes till you cry like gojo, sub(ish)!gojo satoru, god complex, fluff if you take one eye out, crack, belly bulgde, creampie, breeding kink, crempie kink, A LOT of cum, dumbfication, cock warming, npr.
A/N: happy holidays! might be my last writing of the year so i wish you lots of love and happiness <3 i might write pt2 for this one and 'she's back', which one would you like first?
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DAY 1: HOW IT STARTED
How the fuck at his grown ass age Gojo Satoru could be this stupid. And thatâs big coming from him, because this man considers himself the senior of seniors and god of gods. So, how come he falled into this?
And you know what? Maybe it is his fault! For believing heâs a superior and underestimating such a weak and useless curse he just killed. But, this weak and useless curse has him going crazy. That really was karma paying back to him because motherfucker- Why is he feeling all giddy and hot all of sudden? This has never happened to him before, so thatâs why heâs losing his mind right now and almost sprinting into his room because of how bothered he was feeling to just teleport.Â
Everything was like hell. Really, like hot as hell. And how does Satoru know that? Uh well, because heâs living it right now.
He couldnât bear the sensation anymore and dialogue Shokoâs number like it was a habit.
âWhat do you want, Gojo? Iâm in the middle of trying to know how Yuujiâs body is capable of being Sukunaâs vessel. Like- Itâs quite important right now, and more than debating about some of your dumb tv shows you-â
Shokoâs voice was interrupted by a whine coming from Gojoâs line, seconds of silence continued the awkward moment between the both of them, while all Gojo could do was breathe and maintain his whines inside of his body before he started literally moaning.
âAre you okay, Gojo?...â
âFuck, no. Some fucking curse sprayed me all over with some fucking stinky pollen. Didnât even taste great, by the way. And now I'm just feeling really hot, sometimes dizzy⌠or kinda giddy? fuck. And my breathing became irregular. Iâm fucking sprawled out in my bed trying to find a comfy position but my legs wonât cooperate.â
A loud laugh was heard coming from Shokoâs line. It was clear sheâs been holding it all this time just trying to make sure sheâs gettin it right.. and well.Â
âGojo.â
âYeah?â
âAre you hard right now?â
Silence.Â
âYou know what? Iâm sending Y/N over there with some medicine. Youâve been sprayed with sex pollen by the way.â
Sex- what?!Â
Before he couldnât even ask Shoko any question since she quickly hung up. Leaving a needy and confused (and hard) Gojo.
Knock. Knock.Â
No answer, but a weird sounding moan? You gave yourself permission to enter Gojoâs room since no life signals were heard. But- holy fuck. Was this a reward or a punishment from the gods?
He was kneeled down on his bed, one of his hands used as a support placed in his bare calf while his other hand was as fast as possible jerking himself off. You stayed still some seconds before rewinding back to what Shoko told you before coming here.
âHe might be another type⌠of⌠Gojo?... Anyways. Heâll be really needy and like a lost puppy looking for some salvation. I gave you this backpack with all you would need, yeah? Thank me later and good luck.â
So thatâs why her flat ass was quickly sending you off with a backpack full of water bottles and snacks. Sex fucking pollen. Great.
Itâs not like people donât know that both of you have been crushing into each other lately, hell- even his newest student asked about this. But you never expected for it to be like this.
âG-GojoâŚ?â
Your voice was barely a whisper, but itâs like a hawk located his next prey because of how instant his reaction was just for your voice. A drunk smile on his face, while both of his hands fall infront of him trying to hide the act that was going on minutes ago. His sculptured white as snow body covered in a hot layer of sweat. Not being able to catch a breath thanks to this sight, somehow heâs in front of you.Â
âAre you here to help me? Y/N?â
His voice sounded so different. But at the same time it was just Gojo.
A small nod was all the reaction he got. You could smell that sweaty smell, looking down you found yourself looking at a large wet spot staining his black briefs. While his cock does nothing to imagination, marking perfectly the shape of it. Moving your gaze to his v-line, a white happy trail proudly adorning it. Eyes moving up, you found yourself looking at his clearly erected nipples, But all this examination was over once he interrupted your thoughts.
âI need a verbal affirmation, princessâ
Ah, the nicknames. If you werenât wet by now, youâre pretty sure youâre leaking right now all because of him.
âYes Satoru, Iâll help you.â
His knees felt weak. Literally. He kneeled down in front of you, it was like he hypnotized and somehow could smell through your body into emotions. His hands were cold but hot at the same time he roamed your body.
You tried warning him by calling his name while he started kissing the softness of your thighs, telling him to at least move you towards the bed. And his body was doing what you said like if you were controlling him, while his mind was somewhere else. He moved the both of you towards his bed, making you lie down. His head not wasting any second between your thighs until his nose touched where you needed him the most and you whimpered at the feeling. Clearly triggering a new kind of need inside Gojo.
Everything happened really fast. Between some kisses and moaning, Gojo ripped your shorts and pantoes a muffled noise coming out from him of what you suppose was âIâll buy you new ones laterâ but right now you couldnât care less.
Not when his tongue slowly started tracing the way from your entrance until it reached your core. Teasing it with kitten licks, while his hands remained on your hips from preventing moving them.
His tongue quickly found a rhythm between your entrance and your clit, forming infinite signs between them. And the simulation was too much you couldnât notify Gojo about your orgasm- But he was so lost in the feeling of your thighs suffocating him and the taste of yourself in his lips, he swears he could die as a happy man right now.
And like it wasnât enough, Gojo kept eating you out even after your intense orgasm. Overstimulation taking over your body, trying to take him off your core, ended up with annoyed groans coming out from him.
âSatoru, love, fuck. I need you to stop, please.â
The nickname had him exploding with happiness, he really looked like a puppy from this angle. His eyes looked ethereal, his mouth covered with your fluids and his face was with a cute smile while he called out your name.
âWill you please let me fuck you?â
A small giggle came out from your mouth, Gojoâs face looked a little sad and embarrassed, but was quickly erased when you pecked his lips. And that was all he needed to clumsily take off his briefs and while he climbed back to the bed, taking off your top while doing so. His eyes were full of adoration looking over your body, before he pressed his lips into yours, locking them for a long moment, clearly enjoying the moment, before the kiss turned more heated and he started kissing every part of your body again.
His tip was now wet thanks to your folds, Easily slipping through it.Â
âFfuck- Ssatoru- Be a good boy and put it in, please?â
Gojo needed no more words before thrusting his cock whole into you with one swift movement, hitting perfectly against that spongy spot that made you see stars. But something didnât feel right. Not in a bad way. Since you re-opened your eyes to find a glassy eyed Satoru mumbling a lot of ´sorryâs´ while he kept thrusting.
Oh.
He came with just one thrust and was overstimulating himself, still rock hard with no break while he hid his face in the crook of your neck while marking it as his and tearing down from the pleasure.Â
Youâre pretty sure he came again, when he whimpered your name and moaned against your ear but still continued thrusting into you perfectly. And he was so lost in the pleasure of overstimulating himself he didnât realize once he confessed to you.
âYouâre so pretty- ffuckâ I really want to make you mine now. So no one could look at you, not even in a friendly way. Just⌠have you all for me- sshit. I love you.â
You didnât want to get your hopes up, thinking it was all because of the moment, so you just had to enjoy it for now. His thrusts were so fast and hard, but somehow still felt romantic. Like this was a normal routine on a daily basis. And you would be disgusted by the pool of cum forming under the both of you if you werenât so close to your third orgasm this night. No matter how many times you told Gojo to stop for a moment and take a break, he would cum again, and still be hard so he had to keep thrusting.
Your mind is lost now. All you could ever think about right now was Gojo Satoru and his immense cock. He wouldnât stop mumbling praises to you, saying this was all for you to feel good and he would stop once you cum at least 3 times more than him. A hard dare to get over with. Or maybe it already happened?
You begged for mercy, not thinking he could get another orgasm out of you. Hell- to even get an orgasm out of him. His hands interweld into yours, and moved it down towards your tummy.
âDo you feel it, baby? I'm right here. Ahh~ Iâm pretty sure my cum is there too heh. Your tummy is full of me and my cum.â
He sounded drunk. Like. Really drunk. But his words took off your last orgasm of the night, apparently your reaction making his trigger off and cum⌠dry?
How many fucking times did Gojo Satoru came inside you?
Will pills even prevent a pregnancy?
âAh- shit baby.â
You couldnât pay attention to him anymore, quickly slipping into dreamland. Gojo not once leaves your side. Literally. He was cock-warming, still hard, but no energy (and cum) to continue his misery.
You were here at 7.45 oâclock, one last look at the clock and it was 3.23 in the morning.
And it was like you just blinked, because a whimper came out of your mouth. Looking again into the clock, it was 10 AM, and Gojo was not over.
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Shigaraki Tomura
cw: NSFW ⢠Holiday Filth ⢠Crush Shigaraki ⢠Modern AU ⢠dry humping ⢠language ⢠implied alcohol usage ⢠pathetic virgin Tomura
Thinking about being Shigarakiâs little sisterâs best friend.
Being invited over to her house and being so excited unbeknownst to your friend to see her nasty older brother. Tomura holed up in his room, feet up and knees bent as he sits in his fancy leather gamer chair spewing filth into the mic of his headset. Being given the most toe curling glare from him as he looks up from under his messy bangs and sees you peaking at him through a crack in the door. Sneering and telling you to âfuck offâ and you do, scampering away to shamelessly rifle through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for any of his hygiene products. Thereâs not many. It doesnât matter though, since he left his dirty clothes from last night in a bundle on the bathroom floor beside the shower and toilet.
Your friend babbling on endlessly about family drama but you canât pay attention as dinner begins and Tomura is forcibly dragged down the stairs, eye bags heavy from lack of sleep, mumbling out vague answers on how college is going. He notices his little sisterâs annoying friend though, you, who always seems to be judging him from the way you constantly have your eyes on him. It pisses him off, and heâs not afraid of outing you in front of everyone.
âWhy donât you find something better to stare at bitch,â and cackling as the home filled with relatives and friends erupts at his rude comment and language. His family is comforting you, telling you heâs just having a rough day, he doesnât mean it, etc. Your friend is intent on vengeance but you assure her it means nothing to you. Sheâs used to the behavior and agrees heâs not worth the trouble, being pulled away by relatives intent on being nosy into her personal life.
Tomura did mean it though, and you know it too, and it still doesnât stop you from sneaking away upstairs while the house slowly boozes up and begins to become rowdy. Tomura slunk away to return to his game heâd been playing with friends, some stolen snacks and a cheap bottle of vodka in his hoodie pocket he takes a straight swig from every now and then as he gets heated into his gaming match.
Heâs nearly surprised to see you open his bedroom door and not his mom or sister intent on giving him a headache.
âBack to keep staring whore?â Heâs snickering as he flips up the mic, his game paused for a moment while waiting on another friend to join the match.
âYeah.â He doesnât expect you to lock the door, a brow cocked up as he reassess you.
Youâre much cuter now. The baby fat gone and a young woman blooming, barely an adult now but it didnât stop his eyes from lowering to your chest that was rising and falling quite quickly. Heâs always been so used to seeing you attached to his bratty shit sister that heâs never appreciated you before.
âWanna do more than stare though.â Heâs even more shocked to see you tossing the ugly Christmas cardigan you matched with his sister, the plain dress under easily lifted over your head and dropped too. Right in front of him.
âHa, oh yeah?â Heâs baffled but not upset, dropping his feet and manspreading wide as his cock hardens in his sweats. Heâs shameless in palming himself through them, setting his controller aside and licking his dry lips as you come closer, cute little matching bra and pantie set doing little to hide your hard nipples poking through the fabric and pussy lips. âFuck, look at you, all grown up huh?â His eyes on you as you slide the dainty fabric covering your cunt down and stepping out, removing your bra next slowly, letting him drink you in. Youâre nearly vibrating with excitement, eyes wide and bright as you straddle him.
âLittle pervert, you wanna ride my cock?â You smile, because heâs acting like he isnât some loser virgin with trembling hands digging into the fat of your soft ass. You can feel heâs just as strung up now, his palms lightly sweating as they slide up and cup your breasts, eagerly pitching and pulling at your nipples while you roll your hips over his chubby cock. âD-damn, whereâdâya learn to act like this?â Heâs nearly about to cum from touching your tits alone, but the feel of you grinding down on him is making him lose it.
âI watched porn.â He groans, finally losing patience and pulling his dick free from his sweats, ready to naively try and enter you without any prep. Heâs huffing and breathing heavy as he rubs the tip through your folds and trying and failing to hump into you. Heâs just bumping uselessly against your tightly closed entrance while he moans and buries his face in your chest, happy when you begin to run your fingers through his hair.
Heâs coming a minute later. No penetration necessary for him to spurt his hot spunky load against your pussy as he nearly passes out from how hard he cums.
âHoly fuckâ!â You nearly have to muffle his cry of pleasure as he grips you for dear life.
The banging on his door a minute later making you both fumble for clothing as your friendâs voice comes out in a battle cry for your location.
âYou fucking asshole! You hurt her feelings and now I canât find her!â
You both only look at one another in amusement and embarrassment.
âTry looking up your ass since her face is always buried there!â He shouts back, and you have to bit back the comment you want to yell at him. Little does anyone else know the true reason you love going to the Shigaraki house when Tomura is home.
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Christmas Present | B. B.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x F! Reader Themes: Christmas Meet-Ugly, forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers(ish), rom-com Summary: You and Bucky are fighting over the last deluxe holiday gift set. The petty bickering escalates into a full-blown argument in front of shocked holiday shoppers, causing store security to intervene. As punishment, the frazzled guard handcuffs you together in the security office until you both "calm down." A/N : This oneshot is part of my 4K Follower christmas themed celebration. I hope you enjoy this first one! Thank you so much for reading my stories! Dividers by @saradika-graphics
It was supposed to be a quick trip. Grab the deluxe toy train set, pay, and leave. That was the plan. But life had other plans, and those plans came in the shape of a six-foot something man with a smirk as sharp as the jawline above it.
You reached for the last box on the shelfâyour prize, your golden ticket, the sole reason you braved the chaos of twenty-third shoppers.
"Excuse me, I believe I was here first," you said sweetly, gripping the box.
"Excuse you, sweetheart," the man countered, one metal hand already gripping the other end of the box. "I had my eye on this before you decided to swoop in like some holiday vulture."
"Holiday vulture?!" you spat, yanking the box closer to your chest. "I donât see your name on it, Terminator."
He raised an eyebrow, leaning in just enough to make you flinch. âNameâs Bucky, not Terminator. And Iâd be happy to write it on the box for you... after I take it home.â
âNot happening,â you hissed, tugging harder. The box creaked ominously under the strain.
âLet go,â he growled.
âYou let go!â
By now, a crowd of amused onlookers had formed, phones out, capturing every moment like a live-action reality show. One kid shouted, âGo lady! Youâve got this!â while a woman in a reindeer sweater whispered, âThis is better than The Bachelor.â
âLook, lady,â Bucky said through gritted teeth, âI donât want to ruin Christmas for youââ
âOh, really? Thatâs what this feels like!â
âBut my friendâs kid specifically asked for this,â he finished, as if that were a valid excuse.
You rolled your eyes. âWell, so did my niece. And unlike you, I didnât wait until the last minute to shop.â
âYour cartâs full of candles!â he shot back, pointing to your precariously stacked haul.
You gasped, scandalized. âTheyâre scented candles and they make great gifts! Not that youâd understand.â
âI understand theyâre not as hard to find as this!â he said, gesturing wildly to the now-doomed train set.
The tug-of-war escalated, your battle waging in the aisle of festive chaos. The crowd grew, complete with commentary.
âBet five bucks on the lady!â
âTen on the guy with the arm!â
And thenâCRASH. The box tore clean down the middle, spilling its contents across the floor. Tiny train cars scattered like shrapnel, and a miniature conductor figure flew into a nearby stroller, making the baby cry.
Gasps echoed through the store as you and Bucky froze, still clutching your respective halves. Somewhere in the distance, someone yelled, âSANTA WOULDNâT APPROVE!â
A whistle cut through the air. âAlright, break it up, you two!â
You turned to find a middle-aged security guard glaring at you like an exhausted babysitter. His name tag read âCarl,â and he looked about one tantrum away from quitting.
âWe were justââ
âI donât care!â Carl snapped, his moustache twitching with barely contained rage. âBoth of you. Security office. Now.â
The security office smelled like stale coffee and regret. You sat handcuffed to Bucky, who, despite his protests, looked far too comfortable with the situation.
âThis is ridiculous,â you muttered, yanking futilely on the cuffs. âWeâre adults!â
âDebatable,â Carl deadpanned, sipping from his 'Worldâs Best Grandpa' mug. âYou two are staying cuffed until you learn how to act like it.â
âIâm not a criminal!â you protested.
âNot what the footage shows,â Carl replied, spinning his chair to reveal the grainy security camera feed of you and Bucky mid-squabble. The freeze-frame of you squawking like a bird while clutching a toy train in a death grip was particularly unflattering.
âIâm offended on her behalf,â Bucky said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair.
âOh, shut it,â you hissed, elbowing him.
âYouâre the one who tore the box!â
âYouâre the one with the metal arm. That thingâs basically a wrecking ball!â
Carl slammed his mug down.Â
âEnough!â He massaged his temples like a teacher on their last day before retirement. âYouâre staying here until I feel confident you wonât burn the store down.â
âBurn the store down?â you repeated, aghast, throwing your hands in the air as much as the cuffs allowed.
âTrust me, Iâve seen worse,â Carl muttered, eyeing both of you like feral raccoons fighting over a sandwich. With an exhausted sigh, he locked the door behind him and muttered something about âneeding a damn coffee break,â leaving you and Bucky alone in the tiny, overheated room.
The silence that followed was so oppressive it felt like the room had shrunk. Only the faint, mocking jingle of Jingle Bells played faintly from the storeâs speakers as you and Bucky sat shoulder-to-shoulder, stewing.
Bucky, apparently unable to sit still, started bouncing his kneeâa rapid, relentless motion that made your entire chair vibrate like a washing machine on spin cycle.
âStop that,â you snapped, glaring at him.
âStop what?â he asked innocently, his knee bouncing harder.
âYour leg,â you hissed. âThe whole chair is shaking! Are you trying to make me seasick?â
His lips twitched, clearly enjoying your misery. âItâs a free country.â
âNot for your knee, itâs not!â
âWell, maybe I wouldnât be bouncing my knee if I wasnât chained to someone with candle obsession issues,â he shot back.
âOh, thatâs rich coming from the guy who went full WWE over a toy train set!â
âYouâre the one who tore it in half, lady!â he said, pointing accusingly.
âI was fighting for my familyâs honor,â you retorted dramatically, crossing your arms as much as you could.
âYou mean your candles.â
âItâs called being thoughtful, you Grinch impersonator!â
His knee bounced harder, and you grabbed his leg in desperation, making him pause. âSeriously, stop! Iâm going to throw up, and then youâll really regret this.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âAlright, alright, Iâll stop. But only because you look like you might actually hurl, and I donât need Carl coming back and cuffing me to the radiator this time.â
âSo,â Bucky continued after a beat of silence, âDo you always fight strangers over train sets, or is today special?â
You glared at him. âDo you always shop last minute and ruin peopleâs holidays, or is that your side gig?â
He snorted. âRuining holidays? Thatâs harsh. Iâm saving them.â
âBy what? Sabotaging shoppers?â
âBy making sure my best friendâs kid gets the one thing he asked for,â Bucky replied, voice softening slightly.
You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity.Â
âOkay, thatâs⌠kind of sweet,â you admitted reluctantly.
âWhat about you?â he asked. âCandles for everyone?â
âNo,â you mumbled. âThe train set was for my niece. Sheâs⌠had a tough year.â
Bucky nodded, silence enveloping the two of you yet again, the tinny chorus of Frosty the Snowman blared overhead, and the absurdity of your situation finally hit you. You started giggling, and to your surprise, so did he.
âWhatâs so funny?â he asked, still grinning.
âThis,â you said between laughs. âThis is the dumbest thing Iâve ever been part of.â
âRight,â he agreed, laughing harder.
For the first time since being forced to sit there, you werenât arguing. Well, unless you counted arguing about whose laugh was uglier.
Carl finally returned, jangling the keys like a janitor who had seen too much. His Santa hat was slightly askew, and his mustache twitched with a mix of frustration and exhaustion. He looked like someoneâs adorable grandpa who had just been told the grandkids set fire to the Christmas tree.
âAlright, you two,â he grumbled, unlocking the cuffs. âYouâre free. But before you goâŚâ
He planted his hands on his hips, his gut straining against his red vest, and glared at you like youâd just stolen cookies from the jar.Â
âIâve been doing this job for fifteen years, and let me tell you, Iâve seen a lot of nonsense. But thisââ he waved a hand between you and Bucky ââtakes the fruitcake. Grown adults fighting over a toy train set like itâs the last turkey on Earth? Really?â
You started to open your mouth to argue, but Carl cut you off with a stern wag of his finger.
âNo, no. Donât even try to explain. Youâre both guilty. Guilty of being Christmas disasters. And youâŚâ he pointed at Bucky, his stubby finger trembling with indignation. âYouâre what? Pushing 40? Shouldnât you know better?â
Thatâs when Buckyâs lips twitched. And twitched again. And suddenly, he was laughing. Not just chucklingâa full-on, shoulder-shaking laugh that echoed through the tiny room.
Carlâs mustache twitched in annoyance. âWhatâs so funny?â
âIâm sorry,â Bucky said between gasps for air, âbut⌠Iâm being lectured by someone who looks like Santaâs understudy.â He wiped a tear from his eye. âYouâre like a cute little Christmas elfâjust missing the pointy shoes.â
Carlâs face turned as red as his vest. âI am not cute!â he barked.
âYou kinda are,â Bucky said, grinning.
You smacked his arm. âStop antagonizing him!â
But even you couldnât suppress a giggle as Carl threw his hands in the air. âYou know what? Iâm done. Get out. Both of you. Before I call other mall security and have you escorted out by the Grinch Squad.â
Bucky saluted dramatically. âMerry Christmas, Carl!â
Carl muttered something about needing a stiff eggnog and waddled back to his desk, leaving you and Bucky to stumble out of the security office.
âWell, that was fun,â you deadpanned, starting to walk away, only to stop when Bucky called out.
âWait! Hey!â
You turned, eyebrows raised. âWhat? Did you leave your dignity back there?â
He ignored the jab, shoving his hands into his pockets. For the first time since the ordeal started, he actually looked... awkward.
âI, uh⌠was just wondering what youâre doing after this.â
You blinked at him, genuinely caught off guard. âWhat am I doing? Are you serious?â
âYeah, serious,â he said with a little shrug, his smirk less cocky and more boyish now. âYouâre, uh⌠funny. And kind of cute, when youâre not threatening to strangle me over toy trains.â
You stared at him, wide-eyed.Â
âThisââ you gestured dramatically between you both ââis the foundation of your flirting strategy? Chaos, insults, and shared custody of a train set?â
âWorked, didnât it?â he teased, grinning now.
You huffed, crossing your arms. âI just spent an hour handcuffed to you while debating whether or not to throw you out a window, and now you want to⌠hang out?â
âWhy not?â he asked, tilting his head slightly, like this was the most reasonable suggestion in the world.
âBecause this is ridiculous!â you exclaimed. âI barely know you, weâre still enemies by all accounts, andââ
âYou havenât said no,â he interrupted, cutting you off with a pointed look.
You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Damn him and his stupid smirk.
Finally, you sighed, half-laughing at the sheer absurdity. âFine. But if this turns into another wrestling match over a menu, Iâm walking out.â
âSure,â he said, grinning like heâd just won the lottery. âWhatever you want.â
As you both walked out of the office areas and back to the mall, you muttered under your breath, âI canât believe Iâm doing this.â
âBelieve it, sweetheart,â he said, falling into step beside you. âAnd next time? Maybe weâll skip the handcuffs⌠unless youâre into that.â
You glared at him, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you, curving into an unwilling smile. Maybe chaos wasnât such a bad foundation after all.
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the room as Bucky groggily reached for the remote. Still half-asleep, he flicked on the TV, more out of habit than interest. The morning showâs upbeat jingle played, and he squinted at the screen, his brain catching up to the cheerful voices of the two hosts.
ââand now, for what might be the most hilarious Christmas shopping moment caught on camera!â the female host announced, barely suppressing her laughter.
Her co-host, a grinning man in a Santa tie, chimed in, âOh, this is a good one. Forget Hallmarkâthis is real-life rom-com material, folks. Roll the clip!â
Bucky froze mid-stretch as the screen transitioned to shaky footage of himself and you, locked in a dramatic tug-of-war over the train set in the middle of the toy aisle. The commentary from the crowd was clear as day.
âGo lady! Youâve got this!â
âTen bucks on the guy with the metal arm!â
âOh, no,â Bucky muttered, sitting up straighter, dread pooling in his stomach.
The video jumped to the box tearing in half, scattering train pieces like confetti, followed by the baby wailing and someone shouting, âSANTA WOULDNâT APPROVE!â
The hosts erupted into laughter.
âOkay, okay,â the woman said, wiping a tear from her eye. âIâm calling it nowâthis is the meet-cute of the decade. I can hear the Hallmark writers typing this into a script.â
Her co-host nodded vigorously. âAbsolutely. Two strangers, both fighting for the same toy on the eve of Christmas eveâclassic enemies-to-lovers setup.â
They both howled with laughter as the clip transitioned to grainy security footage of you and Bucky cuffed together, bickering like an old married couple.
âAnd this is where the movie writes itself,â the man said, pointing to the screen. âTheyâre forced to spend time together, cuffed in the security office. Sparks fly. Cue the heartwarming ending!â
The woman leaned toward the camera, her expression conspiratorial. âSo, the real question is⌠did they exchange numbers? Did they get coffee? Did theyââ
Bucky groaned and buried his face in his hands as his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it, flipping it over to see a message from Sam:
Sam: Congratulations, youâre famous.Â
A second message immediately followed:
Sam: Also, what happened next? Donât leave me hanging! Did you at least get her number?
Bucky tossed his phone onto the bed with a groan, only for it to buzz again. This time it was Steve:
Steve: Theyâre right. This does sound like the start of a love story. Please tell me you didnât blow it.
âUnbelievable,â Bucky muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face as the TV hosts continued speculating.
âWhat do we think, folks?â the male host asked, gesturing dramatically. âShould we start a Twitter campaign to find out what happened next? I need closure!â
âAbsolutely!â the female host replied. âIf youâre watching this, toy train couple, pleaseâreach out. America is invested.â
âIâm never leaving the house again.â Bucky groaned louder, sinking into the pillows.Â
His phone buzzed again.
Sam: Famous AND trending. Look at you.
Bucky grabbed a pillow and smothered his face with it, his muffled voice barely audible: âI hate Christmas.â
He sighed and shifted, his pillow falling to the floorâhe caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, his irritation melted away as he looked to his right, where your figure was still peacefully curled under the covers. Your hair was a mess from the night before, your cheek pressed against the pillow in a way that made you look adorably innocentâthough Bucky distinctly remembered you werenât so innocent a few hours ago.
A small, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. He let out a breath, shaking his head as he muttered to himself, âActually. . . Maybe I donât hate it too much.â
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inevitability- nanami x f!reader
tags: friends to lovers, salaryman!nanami, breeding, unprotected sex, fingering, missionary, mating press, creampie, mild cumplay
cw:Â alcohol (all sex sober & consensual!), pregnancy mentions, rough but v v consensual sex, reader and nanami are both in their late 20s/early 30s
word count:Â 5.3k
a/n:Â in which your decide with your good friend of many years that it's time to get you pregnant <3 this has been festering in my brain and i know it's pretty different than what i usually write but ! here it is! ahh! sounds of me screaming!
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"this is weird, y'know?" you blurt out, watching as nanami hangs up his jacket by your front door before settling down beside you on the couch. he keeps a respectful distance, resting his hands on his broad thighs and smoothing down the fabric of his slacks, clearly nervous. "this is very, very weird. like, weird at levels i don't think people have achieved before."
"i know," nanami replies diplomatically, as if he could be anything but excruciatingly aware of how unconventional this is. "are you having second thoughts? because i completely understand --"
you shake your head abruptly. "no, no, just ... thinking aloud, i guess. just getting used to this, because it's really ... um ..."
"weird?" nanami offers helpfully, and you turn to nod.
"weird."
because what else do you call agreeing to have a baby with your platonic friend of 10 years?
you first met nanami on the second day of college and knew right away he'd be a good dad, even back when having kids wasn't even a consideration for you. it was obvious; he was already a good dad back then, with how he looked out for his underclassmen even as he progressed through his degree. how he stayed sober when he knew people would be going overboard, not sleeping until you texted him to confirm you'd gotten home safe after a party.
he helped you study at the weekends and, in return, you provided him with a discount at the local cafe where you worked. through this time spent knocking back americanos and proofing each other's work, you grew close.
even with all his responsibility and good sense contrasting your exuberance and recklessness, you found yourself enjoying being with him. and he could be funny, too, delivering sharp and witty quips when you least expected it.
you became inseparable. insufferable, some would call it; the matching-halloween-costume type of insufferable, a borderline codependent but obliviously happy friendship that can only be fostered on a college campus.
then right after college, when you had dived straight into your quarter-life crisis and dyed your hair every colour under the sun, got piercings in too many places, slept with questionable people and dated some even worse, nanami had gotten himself a decent, impressive, well-paying job. it was a job that had him wearing tailored suits at 23, paired with fancy glasses that cost more than your rent, and you'd laughed at him, at how serious he looked. but you also worried at how the bags under his eyes grew deeper and darker, how the amused lilt to his voice started to dissipate as time went on.
his 9 to 5 turned to an 8 to 6, and then he was working weekends and skipping movie nights, missing out on meeting new boyfriends of yours, fading into the periphery of your life with you unable to do anything about it.
as with all relationships in your twenties, it was hard to stay in touch. the higher he climbed up the career ladder, the further you grew apart.
soon, it was only on holidays or birthdays when you both would reach out, cordial and civil but achingly unfamiliar.
then, on your twenty-ninth birthday, drunk at a bar and having taken a couple minutes away from your raucous friend group, you had stepped outside to grab some fresh air only to walk head-on into nanami's firm chest.
you had spluttered apologies, lifting your head to see who you had headbutted, only to find your old friend looking down at you with an amused look on his face.
and just like that, things picked up where they left off. you spent the night talking, catching up over drinks and laughter.
with a tone that was only half-teasing, you had asked him what brought him out tonight -- it was hard enough to get him to come out for drinks when you were both in college, much less now with his big fancy job.
but he had laughed in that gentle, airy way you'd heard a thousand times, explaining that he had been out socialising with clients who had just left minutes before. he was just on his way out before running into you.
perfect timing. painfully perfect.
you stayed talking until last call, making exhilarated promises to get in touch the next day.
and to your surprise, you both actually stuck to that.
in the ten months since then, you've met up every sunday for breakfast at your favourite cafe. over lattes and freshly baked croissants, you fill each other in on the details of the half-decade spent apart. he had a serious girlfriend, serious to the point of moving in together, but she'd gotten spooked and left him last summer to go travelling. he was hurt, obviously, but understood her perspective in that annoyingly calm, measured way that is just part of his nature.
and on your end -- despite the drunken circumstances in which you'd been reacquainted, which is all part of moderation, after all -- you've actually calmed down considerably since your early twenties.
you have your own apartment. you have a rescue cat you care for immensely, even when he tries wriggling out of your arms to go stare out the window at passing cyclists. you have a retirement fund, started yoga, learned to bake your own bread.
you're not boring, you still have fun and let off steam whenever you can, but you're having the sort of revelations about life that nanami seems to have had years ago.
fun is good. fun is important. but it can't be everything, because then it starts to come at a cost.
truthfully, the birth of your nephew is what prompted you to make some changes. you didn't want to show up to babysit hungover. you wanted to have funds to hand in order to treat him to little toys and sweets when your sister allowed it, and soon found yourself amazed at how his little face lit up every time he saw you.
it made you grow up, and fast.
in the course of your cafe hangouts, you had mentioned your nephew to nanami. showed pictures of the boy's pudgy little hands reaching for the camera, told stories of how he could tell the difference between new episodes of Bluey versus reruns, and how he's changed your entire life without even realising.
soon, talk about your nephew turned to general musings about your own future.
then one night, when you decided to switch your meetup location from the cafe to a cocktail bar, you shared something that you had barely admitted to yourself.
you wanted to have a kid.
this realisation wasn't borne from some crisis about entering a new decade, it wasn't something forced on you by others or general societal pressure. it was something that grew organically, inspired by the honour of watching your little nephew grow up.
to your surprise, nanami didn't scoff or dismiss you. you figured he'd have rolled his eyes, laughing off your confession since you weren't in a committed relationship.
instead, he expressed similar sentiments, but for slightly different reasons.
"i'm sick of work being my whole life," he had mused quickly, sipping an old fashioned with a funny look in his eye. "it was only when we started hanging out again that i realised how much of my life I've wasted at a place that wouldn't care if i lived or died."
"do i need to be worried about you having the type of rebellious streak the rest of us went through ten years ago?" you asked, smiling and fidgeting with one of your rings without thinking.
he waved off your suggestion with a fond roll of his eyes. "i'm not impulsively quitting or anything, don't worry. just want to take a step back, i suppose, or find something with shorter hours. i just think there's more to life than endless hours slaving behind a desk."
you toasted to that sentiment, knocking back the last of your cosmo.
nanami continued, watching you set your empty glass back down with a soft grin on his lips. "the whole family, kids thing ... i get it, you know? it makes sense."
"yeah?" you pried carefully, interested to see where this is going.
"i'd be lying if i said i didn't think about it, too. i have a nest egg saved up which means i'd be able to take time off to help with a kid, to actually be there to see them grow up. and it's not that i want to have one just because i think i need to -- i think i'd be decent at it, y'know? the whole parenting thing."
you obviously agreed. you'd thought the same for a while now, and getting reacquainted with the man has only spurred on those thoughts.
he really would be perfect.
the issue wasn't discussed further that night, but it was brought up again at coffee the following sunday, then at the bakery the week after that, and before long, it was your birthday again.
after a massive party with all your friends and family -- and a little too much wine -- nanami had stayed behind to help you clean up, because of course he would, and you got to talking again, got to revisiting that topic that had been at the back of both of your minds.
you can't remember the exact wording of the discussion or how many bottles of prosecco fuelled the conversation, but what you do know is that when you sobered up, you didn't regret agreeing to it.
you were gonna have a kid together.
you and nanami.
coparenting.
as outlandish an idea as it might seme on the surface, when looking at it a little deeper, it made sense to you. this wasn't decided on a whim. this was something that had momentum building behind it for months and months, perhaps even years, without you even realising.
when meeting up for coffee the following week, you both gave each other an out. said there'd be no big deal if things were called off. but neither one of you took it, despite laughing for what felt like hours about how bizarre it all felt.
still, no sign of backing out.
which brings you to tonight, the agreed-upon date of when you'd start trying.
nanami had suggested using artificial fertility methods if that made you more comfortable, but you politely turned him down, thinking it unnecessary. he wasn't a stranger -- plus, you'd be lying if you said he wasn't objectively attractive -- so if he had no objections to trying things the old-fashioned way, then you didn't either.
and he obviously didn't mind too much since he's now here on your couch, folding his arms and then unfolding them as he waited for you to make the first move.
he looks good, despite all the nerves. he's filled out over the years, though he was always strong, with every muscle in his body well-defined and perfectly proportional. his hair is still blond but with the faintest specks of grey, his skin brighter and more well-rested than that night you got reacquainted.
his deep brown eyes stay fixed on you and your skin heats as his gaze traces over you.
"do you want me to kiss you?" you break the silence, the words tumble messily from your mouth.
he looks taken aback, as if this was something he'd vaguely considered but never thought would actually happen.
"do ... do you want to?"
his earnestness has you smiling, cutting through the tension, and you meet his eyes properly for the first time since he arrived tonight. he always has this way of making you feel comfortable, his presence alone is like an embrace that calms the racing thoughts that constantly occupy your mind.
it's only now that you're close, so close, you realise that maybe you really do want to --
"i wouldn't suggest it otherwise," you murmur softly as if your heart isn't hammering against your ribcage, shifting nearer to him on the couch but keeping that last bridge of distance for him to close.
his tongue swipes over his lower lip, almost subconsciously demonstrating his wishes as his line of sight drifts down to your mouth. he nods then, dipping his head, only a couple inches of space between you now.
"yeah -- yeah, okay."
you can see how his pupils dilate as you reach out to slip his glasses off, setting them down on the coffee table, cupping his face in your hands.
he returns your smile at that gesture, just the slightest hint of nerves in his eyes that disappear when he finally decides to press your lips to yours.
his lips are softer than you imagined ... though until this very moment, you hadn't even realised that this was something you had imagined.
he lets you set the rhythm but doesn't shy away; he meets your movements, your energy at every kiss, letting you stop for a moment to adjust yourself as things progress.
this should feel weird, right? you should have some lingering feeling of awkwardness at making out with your best friend, at taking his hand in yours and setting it down on your thigh to show you want him to touch you?
this was supposed to be a relatively unromantic event, after all. it wasn't meant to be the start of anything. though it was never clinical or unemotional -- you're technically starting a family together, after all, if an entirely unconventional one -- you never foresaw it going down like this.
this feels like something that was meant to happen.
he pulls back ever-so-slightly, lips still grazing against yours as he asks softly, "this okay?"
you nod by way of answer, not wanting to waste another second not kissing him. nanami captures your lips with his again, and with renewed enthusiasm, slips his tongue into your mouth, probing gently and barely hiding the low rumble of a groan deep in his throat.
all thoughts of propriety start to fade into the ether. his hand on your thigh burns hot, shifting up and down the exposed skin. you'd worn a nice dress for the evening, unsure of the dress code for an event as strange as this, but you find yourself grateful for choosing something that fell so far above the knee.
his hands are rougher than his lips but not in an unpleasant way. you figure it's from his only out-of-work hobby that doesn't consist of hanging out with you; his renovation group. nanami is part of a volunteer organisation that helps build and renovate houses for those in need -- as if he couldn't get any more painfully perfect, obviously.
you stay like that for a few more minutes, exploring these new sensations and becoming increasingly more aware of the ball of anticipation burning in your lower stomach. everywhere he touches you feels warm, every soft nip against your lips feels electric.
then, against every instinct in your body, you force yourself to pause to take a few steadying breaths. nanami responds in the same way, pulling his hands back to his own thighs, adjusting his stance on the couch.
he's hard, you can see as much from the awkward way he shuffles in his seat. not to mention the bulge very obviously visible in the front of his slacks -- just seeing it fills you with want, with the need to touch and be touched.
this is moving more fluidly than you had expected, arriving at each decision without a second thought. in that vein, you decide to ask:
"want to head to the bedroom?", hoping you don't sound as desperate as you're feeling. "if you're ready -"
"yes," he responds before you've even finished your sentence. you feel grateful that the eagerness is not one-sided as you get to your feet, taking nanami by the hand to pull him up with you.
when you've reached your room and the door is shut behind you, revealing the modest set up of your freshly-made bed and a single scented candle -- any more than that felt a little too forced, too awkward -- you marvel at the feeling of nanami's hands on your hips, somehow gentle and firm at the same time, manoeuvring you onto the bed with a pre-rehearsed confidence that never verges on forceful.
your head hasn't even hit the pillow before he's kissing you again like he's starving for it. it's messy this time, the gentle exploration from before giving way to something more primal and urgent.
you have to remind yourself that this is your nanami you're kissing. the nanami who was there for you through the most painful college breakups. the nanami who knows your coffee order, who helped zip up the back of your graduation dress.
but now, with his tongue against yours and the stiffness pressing against your stomach, all you can think is why you didn't do this sooner?
just as you're about to combust underneath him, he pulls back, balancing himself on an elbow as his eyes flick down to see how your dress is bunched at the top of your thighs. he closes his eyes, his breaths ragged and unsteady.
"i don't know how--" he whispers, tongue gliding over his kiss-slick lips, "how ... technical you might want to go about this."
you let out a little laugh, craning your neck to kiss his jawline so he knows it's not at his expense.
"i never really thought about the technicalities, but it doesn't have to be too clinical, or anything. i know you, you know me. we can just ... have sex."
"have sex," he repeats slowly, eyes open again, the hint of a grin on his face.
"yeah, have sex!" you answer with a chuckle. "or is there another way you'd like me to phrase it?"
he laughs then too, looking at you again as he shakes his head softly.
"what?" you press him with a mock indignance. "it's rude to laugh at my suggestion, actually. i felt it was pretty accurate."
"i'm not laughing at you," he says gently, lips still curved upwards. "just ... i must have pictured you saying those words a thousand times, and i never thought it -- it's just funny to hear out loud, is all."
it takes you a second to fully comprehend the words as they wash over you.
you'd be ignorant to say that the realisation never dawned on you, but it was something you thought was a relic of your college years. he had blushed a few times too many whenever the topic of sex came up at parties, had a hint of jealousy in his voice when giving advice about one particular ex-boyfriend. at your apartment complex's winter party in senior year, you can tell he was thinking about kissing you.
but that was when you were young and naive, inexperienced with life, and the thought of this nanami desiring you, of picturing you in his life, of imagining what you'd look like spread out underneath him like this --
you lift your head and grab his shirt collar, yanking him in for another kiss. when he's settled back against you, your hands weave down to unbutton his shirt. you feel him smile against your lips as he starts to unzip your dress in return.
you're a mess of limbs as items of clothing get strewn across your bedroom carpet. before long, it's all skin-on-skin, the heat of his body pressed against yours before he grabs your waist and flips you over until you're straddling him.
you feel the length of him pressed against your stomach, hot and painfully hard, but from the way he cups his hand against your neck and starts to kiss your throat, you know he's not going to rush this.
just as you gasp out his name as his teeth nip against your pulse point, he brings his other hand to the apex of your thighs, fingertips resting just over your pubic bone, barely brushing against the sensitive skin.
"want me to touch you?" he mumbles quietly against your throat, the way his breath fans over you making you shiver.
you nod pitifully, hips canting towards him, but he doesn't budge.
"need you to say it," he says low, quiet, thumb shifting down by the millimetre, "need to know how much you want it."
"i want it," you gasp, the arch of your back deepening the closer he gets to your aching core, all concerns about appearing desperate evaporating with every press of his lips to your skin. "i want it, kento, p- please touch me."
nanami obliges, fingertips trailing down until his thumb is brushing over your clit. he slides his hand lower, fingers slipping through your damp lips, and then uses your own wetness to start rubbing you in earnest.
any form of articulate thought slips from your mind, replaced with only those that can get you more of this -- nanami's fingers playing with your clit, the other hand possessively resting at your nape, his cock pressed between you with precum beading at the tip.
you want it in your mouth. you want it inside you, and as you go to shift your hips, nanami shifts his back.
"want to see what you look like when you come first," he says, slipping his middle and ring finger inside you as if to prove he's going about it the right way.
and he really is, because after only a few strokes of his fingers, your vision is getting hazy. you've never been this turned on so quickly before, never felt this desperate, all-consuming urge -- but then again, you've never had a man look at you like this before now either.
you try to focus on the sensation of his fingers stretching you open, his thumb still stroking your clit in the perfect rhythm, but your mind wanders to the thick cock pressed up against you. you want to rub against him, let him fill you up, make him feel good too --
but looking at his face now, pupils blown and lower lip raw from biting down on it, you can tell this is as much for him as it is for you.
less than a minute later it hits you, the explosion of warmth radiates out to every cell in your body, rendering you a boneless mess in nanami's arms.
he holds you as the aftershock subsides, strong arms keeping you steady even when your legs feel as though they've turned to jelly. when you feel capable of supporting yourself, you slide ungracefully from where you were perched on his thighs and fall back against your pillows, head spinning blissfully.
nanami leans down next to you and kisses your forehead, whispering words of praise that fill you with a strange sensation you can't quite place.
"want to take a break?" he ask after a few moments have passed, "or if you're tired, we can try again later --"
"no," you cut him off, turning your head to look at him directly, face splitting into a smile through the post-orgasm haze. "i just need a second is all, i still -- if you want to --"
"i do."
and so to ease yourself back into it, you kiss him slowly, intimately, bodies gently intertwining as he shifts closer to you on the bed. you guide his hands to your chest, gasping as his thumb circles a nipple.
"you're just ... beautiful in a way i don't really have words for," he mumbles, watching you squirm pleasurably under him.
"nanami kento lost for words? a first time for everything," you manage to quip through it all, earning a pinch of the other nipple that turns your laugh into a moan.
"we've plenty more firsts to get through tonight."
at that, nanami shifts halfway down the mattress and gets to his knees, hands gripping your thighs as he spreads them open. he takes his cock in his hand and slowly drags the head through your folds, up and down but not yet penetrating you, appreciating how you're almost sucking him in, the eager way you pull back your legs to accommodate him.
he stays like that for a minute. every time you think he's about to sink in, he holds himself back as if transfixed by the obscene sounds that come from playing with your pussy, of using you to stroke himself off.
he looks to be on the verge of a choice, like his brain is fighting between two options: taking you slow and gentle like you deserve, or sinking in and fucked into you desperately, filling you up until he knows he's bred you, that you're his and only his.
you soon glean that he wants you to actually say it out loud, wants to hear those words he's fantasised about for so long.
"fuck me, kento."
now utterly unable to hold off any longer, he heeds your request, lining up and thrusting inside you in one fluid motion.
it's a pleasant stretch; he's still careful to let you adjust to his size but you're soon relishing the feeling of being so full, and the fucked-out grin on your face spurs him on.
his hips shift back inch by inch until he's almost fully pulled out, letting out a low groan as he sinks back in again, and at that, he knows he's a goner, completely lost to the feeling of his entire length buried inside you.
this is nanami at his most possessive, fucking into you as you're caged in by his strong arms, your knees now pulled back as far as they'll go. the skin on the back of your thighs is raw from your nails digging into them but you don't care, single-minded in your aim to keep the head of his cock brushing against that perfect spot inside you.
your shoulder blades press into your soft pillows as you try to keep from writhing too much, wanting with all of your might to avoid upsetting this perfect rhythm.
above you, nanami's perfect cheekbones are flushed, his brows knit tightly together, your silky walls wrapping tight around his cock in a way that's driving him to the brink sooner than he'd like. against all better judgment, he slows down just slightly, allowing himself to indulge in the sensation.
"you take my cock so well, y'know that?" he mumbles in between quiet grunts, "with that pretty look on your face when i fill you up... you're trying to kill me, i swear to god."
you both laugh breathlessly before yours breaks off in a moan, slurring his name as he speeds up subconsciously. he presses his lips to every inch of your neck, jaw, collarbone, thrusts unrelenting but never too much.
if you weren't already aware of how soaked you are, the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you provide more than enough proof, melding with the soft squeak of your bedsprings to just about cut through the muffled sound of your moans.
your body now guided more by instinct than intention, you slip your hand down to where your hips are pressed together, two fingers circling the swollen bud of your clit. the angle of his ruts means his cock grazes your fingertips as he pulls out, the desperate rubbing of your hand between your legs spurring him on.
"still want me to come inside you?" he says then, strands of hair coming loose, sticking to his forehead, "want me to fill you up?"
you nod feebly -- the answer clearly not sufficient in itself, since he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours as he meets you for a wet, messy kiss. continuing his question with his lips still touching yours, he asks;
"want me to take care of you? want to be my pretty wife, hm, wanna -- fuck -- wanna be mine, yeah?"
you slur something unintelligible, focusing on the second orgasm gathering quick and hot in your core. you lose your grip on your thighs and fumble to pull your legs back up.
nanami helps to hike your legs back up -- but not in their original position. instead, he guides them until your ankles rest on his shoulders, and after taking just a second to press a kiss to your calf, he sinks back to the hilt. feeling him bottom out, your vision nearly goes white; this new angle allows him to slide in so deep it's practically splitting you open, so deep you can tell he's serious about breeding you.
somehow, the sensation remains just shy of too much -- it's not too much of a stretch or causing too much sensitivity -- it's more than you've ever taken but you honestly feel you could stay like this forever, taking nanami's cock like you were made for it, with him looking down at you with a mixture of reverence and pure lust.
you want him like this for the rest of your life.
"i'm gonna need you to answer, cos I'm pretty close," he half-pleads as if reading your mind, his voice deep and strained, firm chest heaving as the thrusts get messier and less coordinated.
though your mind is near-blank and your lungs feel they can't get enough air, you manage to mumble a "fuck, yes. want -- want you to come inside, kento ... please."
that last word tips him over with you following almost immediately after, clenching around his cock as you feel him pulsing inside you, feeling more full than you've ever felt in your life. his head tips back as he cums, moaning beautiful praise you can just about make out, strands of sentences about you being the only one he wants taking his come, about how he's going to keep fucking you full for as long as it takes.
sparks of electricity reverberate through your body, hips pushing against his as you ride out your orgasm, pretty little whimpers harmonising with nanami's continued praise.
you stay like that for what seems like forever, basking in the wave of pleasure that's just swept you away effortlessly.
everything is just ... warm. purely and blissfully warm. the warmth of his hands still gripping your legs, the warmth of your own breath fanning over your sweaty chest, the warmth between your legs that starts to dribble down the backs of your thighs when nanami pulls out.
for good measure, nanami uses two fingers to push some of his come back inside, grinning as aftershocks pulse around the digits.
you lower your tired legs to rest on the mattress, thighs aching from being bent practically in half, but it's easy to disregard any physical exhaustion when you feel this level of contentment.
nanami's arms are soon wrapped around you, pulling you to rest on top of his chest where you spend some moments of perfect silence.
you can hear his heart beating in his chest, skipping a beat when you angle your head up to meet his gaze again.
"well?" you ask, a smile imbued in your words. "still lost for words?"
"just thinking about how every second of this was worth waiting for," he replies without missing a beat, eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches how his answer flusters you.
with one hand behind his head as he rests of the pillow and the other wrapped around your shoulders, nanami looks more relaxed than you've maybe ever seen him.
this is a man who looked on the verge of a nervous breakdown when you reconnected less than a year ago; he's almost unrecognisable now, the dark circles under his eyes have faded, his face filling out a bit more, the smile on his face entirely genuine.
and in this moment you feel a burst of clarity, a sudden realisation that's eluded you since that first night you met in college.
maybe -- just maybe -- you're as good an influence on him as he is on you.
#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami kento x reader#may tries to write#oh lord#im not even going to tell you how long i spent drafting this bad boy#please join me in the brainrot please
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