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i will not post about incredibly specific research project &c &c &c
#news from the cupola#You See There's This One Singular Spindle Whorl They Found In A Grave...#even funnier because there is a person on this website (she is dear to me) who actually gets paid for working on this project#I on the other hand. did not get accepted to actually work on this for realsies.#just having thoughts about it in my room for free đ
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Still thinking about the conversation I had with my roommateâs bf like two weeks ago where he said he was scared of furries but also didnât even know enough about furries to know they were called furries I had to figure out wtf he was talking about. The urge to become a full blown furry now. Despite having all the makings of a furry I for some reason have never ended up enthusiastically becoming one despite my best efforts. Well. With spite as my motivator here we are. Where are the furry artists, Iâm commissioning both my tentative ideas for my fursonas. Iâm inviting all my friends who are furries over and weâre gonna work on making fursuits. I will also make this a hostile living situation for you AND I will get the added bonus of doing fun furry stuff
#during the same conversation he very heavily insinuated he thought I was a cringey weirdo in the most derogatory sense#by making fun of most of my hobbies and calling ppl who liked them cringey weirdos#but then going âoh! oh no! I donât mean you though youâre fine youâre like Normal đâ#so. you know.#anyways last night I walked in the door from work#and the entire apartment smelled like weed and there was a dog barking at me and he was watching tv SO loud#đđđ sensory overload immediately in main part of apartment so I hid in bedroom all night#Iâm also irritated cuz Iâve had convos with my roommate about weed FOREVER ago#literally my one ask was if he was gonna smoke he do it outside so the apartment doesnât smell like it#idc if you smoke and you are free to do edibles/dabs/whatever inside just pls donât smoke joints#I hate the smell and itâs bad for the animals#so why is it đđđ all of a sudden happening again as this guy moves in đđđ#anyways about to become a revenge furry and also suuuuuper fucking cringey just to bother/embarrass him#esp cuz he said he wants to have friends over all the time which Iâm also FUDJDJSJSKSK about#but sure! invite friends over!#Iâm gonna sit in the living room with my giant easel and draw furries and listen loudly to vocaloid while theyâre here đ„°#Iâm gonna have a great time! you wonât tho lmao#kaz rambles
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Welcome to Mental Breakdown March how may I help you today?
#im sorry this is The Only Outlet I Have for bad thoughts in order to not disintegrate feel free to ignore#the paralyzing depression/anxiety/frustration/hurt thoughts are increasing at an exponential rate this month and i dont know why#i feel like one of the managers at work is trying to take control and push me out from having any input about work stuff#and it feels like its because im a stupid student worker which to basically any adult at this university means i just dont know anything#or care#and am always just actively trying to get away with doing nothing on the clock#and the changes she keeps making are reverting back to what stuff was like when i started#which was ridiculously inefficient to the people that ya know#actually do the work??#and idk it just adds onto my already paralyzing burnout/amxiety/hopelessness thoughts#and at times work has felt like pretty much the only substantial purpose i have in anything im doing in my life?#but because of this its rapidly diminishing#god im just so fucking sick of being unvalued#truthfully i genuinky need like a few months off of work for my mental health#but the reality of being poor and having shit family and no support system is that if i dont work i dont eat or have a room to my self đ#and my cost of living is only gonna skyrocket from student debt for the degree i am not mentally fit enough to be in the career path for#idk what to do#very fun existence im having at the moment#rambles
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The anon who asked for the putting them in their place have amazing taste and your writing is so good too! â€ïž Please write a part 2 of the groveling part whenever you're free and have the inspiration! Of course, it's still up to you and if you're not feeling it, it's completely okay! đ
Also, remember to drink water and always stay hydrated! Your writing is amazing! <3
Slytherin Boys â You put them in your place and now they want you back
Warning: Toxic Boys alert!
A/N: Thank you so much, that is very sweet of you! Hope you're taking care of yourself as well! â€ïž Sorry this took me so long â life is a bit busy right now and sometimes my brain just isn't braining. đ
This is as much "groveling" I could do, because honestly â I don't see them toxic boys being truthful when apologizing for being too controlling or possessive. It is up to you: Would you forgive them?
Also: Not proofread!
Comments are greatly appreciated!
Mattheo âŠ
⊠didnât let you walk far. He willed the anger away as best as he could before rushing after you. He couldnât believe it himself, but you had him wrapped around your finger and he hated it. But the thought of you leaving him and being with someone else seemed unbearable â it made him want to rip his hair out and scream until his lungs bled. Was he afraid youâd reject him after the attitude you just displayed? Yes! But if you did reject him, he'd just have to resort to more ⊠drastic measures. He is a Riddle after all.
He quickly found you at the party and pulled you aside by your arm. You raised your eyebrows at him as you turned around, crossing your arms over your chest â the smirk from before long gone.
âLook. Iâm sorry for telling you what to wear. You are right â it isnât my place to do so.â Hell yeah it is. Mattheo thought, not liking the bitter aftertaste the words left in his mouth. They were all lies. But it was either that or probably losing you.
His eyes lit up when he noticed your shoulders relax â your arms uncrossing and now hanging by your sides.
âPlease forgive me. Youâre just absolutely gorgeous and I guess I suddenly felt so insecure â which is not like me.â Mattheo added, inwardly gagging at the nonsense and vulnerability he was displaying. But you didnât need to know that.
Jackpot. He thought as he watched your face soften, a reassuring smile on your face as you told him that there was no reason for him to be insecure.
Theodore âŠ
⊠sighed defeatedly as you immediately pushed his hands off your body. He was caught off guard when you suddenly pushed him back out and slammed the door into his face.
âWhat the â come one!â He groaned, the lust from before being replaced by frustration. He tried turning the doorknob, but you had apparently locked it. Theodore rolled his eyes â he could always use his wand to unlock it. Leaning his forehead against the wooden surface of your door he spoke loud enough for you to hear.
âBella, please open the door. Arenât you overreacting?â
He was met with silence.
âCome on, open up and letâs talk about it.â He sighed heavily as he pressed his hear against the door.
But he was met with silence again.
âI was just worried about you, love.â Theo spoke louder, his patience wearing thin as he knocked loudly on your door. Â He heard rustling behind the door but instead of unlocking the door you turned on some music. Loud music.
âThatâs it.â Theodore grumbled under his breath before taking a step back. However, instead of using his wand â like any other student would have done â he chose to kick down the door. After a few tries he managed to break the lock, kicking the door open and walking into your room. He could fix the door later.
You stared at him in disbelief, your eyes wandering from your ruined door to his stoic face. He was panting slightly â obviously out of breath from the force he had to put into kicking the door down.
âWill you listen to me now?â He asked with his brow raised.
You crossed your arms defensively in front of your chest while avoiding eye contact. You wouldnât give up that easily. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Theodore moved closer to you, his hands ghosting over your hips before slowly pulling you closer to him.
âLook, Iâm really sorry for suffocating you with my love,â He murmured softly, his voice laced with hidden sarcasm, âIâll stop annoying you with all the questioning. But I want you to know, that Iâm just worried.â Theodore finished, his grip on your hips slightly tightening when you finally look up at him.
âEven Hogwarts isnât as safe anymore.â His voice broke slightly towards the end of his sentence, his eyes downcast as his shoulders sagged. He knew youâd fall for it. You could never resist him if he acted so vulnerable in front of you â youâd have to hug him. And just as expected you immediately flung your arms around him, pulling him down to hug him. Your face pressed into the crook of his neck as you breathed in his scent with one of your hands combing through his hair. Theodore smirked as he tightened his hold on you, listening to you apologize for being such a diva and promising him to always tell him about your whereabouts â because he was right. Hogwarts wasnât as safe anymore. Your boyfriend knew best, and he definitely knew how to play you like an instrument.
Lorenzo âŠ
⊠was seething in his room. His mind swirling with what-ifs as he thought about you and Potter. His jaw clenched, gritting his teeth as he thought of the male. He hated him so much. He hated him even more because he dared to befriend you â the love of his life. His girlfriend. He scoffed as he thought about your words. Annoyed that he couldnât control you â that he couldnât convince you to quit talking to that damned boy. He wanted to pay you back for it, make you suffer just as he was now. He wanted to see you cry and beg for him to love you. Only you. But he knew that whatever he had in mind would just push you away and right into that stupid Potterâs arms. Heâd go ballistic if that happened.
He'd have to apologize. No matter how much he didnât want to â because there was no reason to apologize, he had done nothing wrong â he knew that was what you wanted.
Letting himself fall on his bed he closed his eyes. Heâd handle it tomorrow â he had to calm down first.
The next day Enzo went to Hogsmeade to buy you roses and your favorite sweets before making his way back to school. He kept going over the apology-speech he had thought of before going to sleep â hoping heâd not mess it up.
When heâd finally find you somewhere in the hallways heâd grow tense: There was still the lingering fear of you rejecting his apology. However, as soon as your eyes connected his shoulders relaxed slightly â you were so beautiful. Clearing his throat, he stopped two feet away from you, gripping the flowers in his hands tightly as he took in your appearance. You looked sad.
âIâm sorry for the way I acted yesterday. That was not fair of me at all.â Lorenzo apologized; his voice soft as he frowned slightly.
âIâve been thinking about it the whole night âŠâ Oh he had â heâd been thinking about all the ways he could make the Potter disappear.
âI feel horrible for the things Iâve said.â No, he didnât. He still strongly believes heâs right.
âI have no right to tell you what to do and who to befriend.â Unfortunately, not. But heâd try to change that.
âWill you please forgive me?â
Draco âŠ
⊠felt pathetic as he stood before you. His head hung low and his arms uselessly hanging at his sides â just as useless as he felt in that moment. He felt your eyes burn into him as you took in his appearance â you must be shocked to see him this disheveled. This broken. Your eyes softened slightly, your hands itching to lift his head and embrace him. He looked like he had been through hell. When he heard your soft voice uttering his name he dared to look up, his eyes red from the nightmares that haunted him in the nights. You couldnât help it â you lifted your hands to cup his cheeks, your thumbs drawing small circles on his cheeks. You were close to tears.
âIâm so sorry âŠâ He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he averted his eyes again. âIâm so ashamed for the things Iâve said âŠâ His voice broke, his whole body shaking from the sob that forced its way through his lips. Your heart shattered into tiny pieces â your poor boyfriend. You suddenly felt stupid for being friends with Potter and the rest, knowing well that he suffered so much because of them. Shaking your head you pulled him into your arms, hugging him tightly as you patted his back reassuringly, telling him how sorry you were for being so inconsiderate. For putting them above him.
Draco returned the hug hesitantly, desperately clinging onto your sweater as he cried into your hair with a small smile on his lips. Everything was going according to plan.
Blaise âŠ
⊠wasnât so sure anymore. Three days had passed, and you had still not come to him â neither did you reply to any of his messages. With a heavy sigh he stood up from his bed: Heâd have to make it up to you, there was no other way around it.
Finding you was rather easy â he had gone to your dorm-room first. Knocking on your door he waited for a few seconds before you opened it, clad in joggers and his hoodie. You immediately frowned when you saw him, pushing the door close. Blaise reacted quickly and put his foot between the door and the doorframe.
âI want to apologize.â He rushed out, pulling his foot back when you opened the door again.
âIâm really sorry for what I did. I know you hate it when I get violent and Iâm sorry I acted that way. Really â please, Iâll change.â He whispered brokenly as he stared deep into your eyes.
Tom âŠ
⊠Riddle didnât beg or ask for forgiveness. Never. But after a whole week of you ignoring him, he has had enough. He apparently needed you more than he let on â and more then you needed him, which bothered him tremendously. He had tried everything: Read your mind, manipulate your thoughts â he even made Snape partner up with you for a project. But nothing seemed to work. He couldnât see into your mind, and you skipped potions to avoid him as well. He had to talk to you. With clenched fists and a tight jaw, he approached you after dinner when you were alone.
âWhy have you been ignoring me?â He questioned. His voice causing you to flinch and spin around to face him. You looked slightly nervous when you noticed him. Good. Tom thought. You didnât answer him right away, which further added to his frustration. He wasnât known to be a patient man. âDo you think you can survive without me?â He asked cockily, with his hand in his pockets â his fingers playing with his wand. Just in case.
You scoffed at his attitude. Even now, when he should be apologizing, he was nothing but arrogant. Rolling your eyes at him you told him to leave you alone â telling him it was over before taking a few steps back. You were afraid to turn your back towards him. And right you were â but you underestimated him. For he didnât need you to turn his back towards him to take action. He whipped out his wand and grit out the imperio spell with a small flick of his wrist. You never stood a chance. Your eyes turned a misty color as they watched the tall male step closer to you. His free hand shooting out to softly caress your cheek before gripping your chin tightly.
âFoolish little girl. There is no escape. You will stay with me and obey me ⊠no matter what.â
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summary: things between you and your mom escalate and you make the impulsive decision to move in with your online friend who saves your life and shines like the brightest star... pairing: seonghwa x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut; online friends to roommates+lovers warnings: swearing, mommy issues, suicidal thoughts, insecurities, crying, pet names, eating out, blowjob, protected sex, praise kink, mommy kink, one (1) bad star wars joke, the nbhd references, subspace (kinda?), lowkey possessive hwa, one bed trope (but there is a couch, they just ignore it) author's note: this is incredibly personal and i felt so vulnerable while writing it but i better post it real quick before i chicken out đ the title is inspired by the neighbourhood's daddy issues (remix) even though reader has mommy issues lol word count: 4.3k
You are cooped up in your room, physically shaking. You have no tears left to cry so you are laughing hysterically at the absurdity of it all. You were so tired of it. You love your mom, you really do. You would never do anything to harm her. But you are absolutely sick of the way she was treating you. Always belittling your interests, not letting you go out past a certain hour even though you were old enough to do so, yelling at you for the smallest mistakes, suffocating you with her unrealistic expectations, saying you were stupid and would never amount to anything if it hadn't been for her strict parenting style, even though you had practically sacrificed your mental health and social life to get high grades. And whenever you brought up all the ways in which she'd hurt you, she would try to gaslight you and pull shit like: "I never said that." "You're being overdramatic." "You're so ungrateful." All your friends said you deserved better. They tried their best to support you emotionally. But words could only do so much. You need out. If you stayed another moment in this toxic environment, you felt like you would do something terrible to yourself. Something there was no coming back from.
The only person you feel like talking to right now was your online friend Seonghwa. You'd met him on a Star Wars forum eight months ago and you'd been talking to each other pretty much every free minute. He was your light in the darkness and brought you so much happiness you couldn't remember what your life before him had been like. He always knew just what to say and comforted you like nobody else could. And when you didn't feel like talking, he distracted you successfully by organizing streaming sessions for the two of you. He is, for lack of a better word, perfect. There is only one downside. He lives thousands of kilometres away from you.
You: Talk to me. About anything. Please? Starshine98: What happened??? You: I don't wanna talk about it. I don't even wanna think about it. Starshine98: Got it. Your mom, right? You: Is my tragic existence so transparent? Starshine98: Whatever she said, you know it's not your fault. You: I know. But HwaâŠit hurts so much I feel like dying. I can't do this anymore. Starshine98: Don't say that. You are so important to me. And to your friends. And to your mom, as well, even if she has a messed up way of showing it. You: StillâŠ.I need to get out of here as soon as possible but I can't do that without getting a stable job first. And it's so hard to find one. Starshine98: What if you came to live with me? My apartment has enough space for two⊠You: You live across the world? I can't even afford a plane ticket. Starshine98: Don't worry about money, I'll send you an E-ticket. You: I can't ask you to do that⊠Starshine98: You're not asking, I'm offering. You're going through something traumatic and you obviously need a change of scenery. I'm not asking you to stay with me forever, just for as long as you need to take care of your mental health. Just say the word and I'll buy the ticket. You: This is far too generous of you. Starshine98: I'm not as selfless as you think. I'm so worried about your well-being that keeping an eye on you myself would help me sleep better at night. You: Sweet. Starshine98: So? What do you say? You: Fuck it. Let's do this.
A couple of minutes later you receive a digital plane ticket from Seonghwa. The feeling of staring at it is so surreal you feel like you might pass out. You quickly pack only the bare essentials into a bag and scribble a letter to your parents. You know your mom will be furious and your dad will be worried sick but still, you want to leave the apartment while she's still asleep to avoid the confrontation. This is the best decision you could have possibly made in this situation. And for the first time in forever, you are finally doing something impulsive, something crazy without asking for permission. And damn, does it make you feel alive.
As you get off the plane, your eyes scan the airport for Seonghwa. You debate turning on your phone but then you would be faced with missed calls from your parents and right now, you are not ready to face the reality of what you've done. Luckily enough, you quickly spot a large sign with your name on it. It's him! You rush through the crowd and directly into his arms. He drops the sign in disbelief and gives you the tightest hug possible. This is insane. You can't believe you're actually here.
"Hi, sweet girl," Seonghwa says and his voice sound even lovelier than during the video chats you've had with him.
"Hi, starshine," you chuckle nervously.
"How was your flight?" he asks.
"Couldn't wait for it to be over," you admit.
"Yeah? You wanted to see me that bad?" Hwa teases you.
"More like couldn't wait to visit Seoul," you joke. "Go sightseeing."
"Sorry to disappoint but I'm taking you home first."
Home. You liked the sound of that.
"This is my room, this is the living room, this is the kitchen and this is the bathroom. Any questions?" Seonghwa inquires after he's done showing you around his apartment.
"Um, not to sound ungrateful butâŠwhere will IâŠyou know, sleep?" you ask.
"My room, obviously. I'll take the couch in the living room," Hwa shrugs.
"What? No, Hwa, I can'tâŠthis is your apartment. I would feel so guilty I wouldn't fall asleep at all."
"Do you have another suggestion?"
"Duh! I will sleep on the couch!"
Seonghwa shakes his head, visibly distressed by the idea.
"It's pretty cold in the living room. You'll be more comfortable in my room."
"WellâŠwe could share the bed, then? You do have a king size. IfâŠthat's okay with you."
"Are you sure?" Hwa wants to know.
You nod without thinking too much into it.
"You're my best friend and I just moved across the world. Sharing a bed with you does not worry me."
"Alright. Let me know if you need anything, I'll try to get it for you."
"Right now I just need a hug."
Seonghwa abides by your wishes and soon enough, the two of you find yourselves cuddling under the warm blanket. Minutes later you are crying and spilling the beans about your latest fight with your mom. When you tell him the whole story, he feels like throwing up.
"H-how could she say that to her own d-daughter?" Hwa stammers in disbelief.
You notice tears falling down his beautiful cheeks and trace a finger against his skin.
"Honestly? I'm kinda used to it. But it was so bad I couldn't take it anymore."
"You're not supposed to. You're a literal angel, I don't understand her behaviour at all."
You give him a sad smile.
"I'm not a saint, either. I mean, I've kept secrets from her and stuff. I just wish things could get resolved by communicating but she always refuses to hear my side of the story."
"The only reason why you've kept secrets was to protect your sanity. She's being unreasonable for not letting you follow your passions. What kind of a parent would say such harmful things?"
"Right?" you laugh bitterly. "You get me like no one else."
Seonghwa strokes your hair lovingly and kisses your forehead.
"My darling girl. You deserve so much better."
"Sometimes I wish you were my mom," in a moment of intense vulnerability, you murmur without thinking but the words are already out of your mouth and it's too late to take them back.
"W-what?" Hwa appears taken aback.
"S-sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me," you cover your face with your hands.
"Say it again. Please."
You take a peek nervously. His reaction is not one of disgust as you feared but ratherâŠcuriosity?
"I wish you were my mom," you repeat, your cheeks flushed with color.
"Do you know what I'd do if I were your mom?" Seonghwa asks.
You shake your head, desperately needing to hear what he's thinking.
"If you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do to keep you safe and protect you, make sure no one could hurt you, least of all me. I'd let you follow your passions. If you went out at night, I'd be worried sick, of course, but I'd be happy you're having fun with your friends. I'd tell you I'm proud of you no matter what grades you got. If you kept secrets from me, I wouldn't yell at you, but I'd ask myself what I did wrong. You know why? Because I trust you. And I care about you so deeply that I'd like to win your trust, too."
Your vision is blurry with tears. You feel like Hwa just fixed something he didn't break. Whatever he has to offer, you want all of it.
"I'd like that very much."
"You'd let me take care of you? Call you mine?" Seonghwa needs to know.
"Yes, please."
"My precious girl," he purrs in your ear.
"HwaâŠjust to be clear, what does that make us?" you ask, confused about the line between friendship andâŠwhatever this is.
"What do you want us to be? Girlfriend and boyfriend? Daughter andâŠmom? Friends with benefits?"
You chuckle at the variety of labels he suggests.
"I think I'd like to be your girlfriend. If you'll have me," you blink, suddenly feeling insecure. You don't have much to offer. But whatever little you have, you're willing to give to him.
"I will. And I'd be honoured to be your boyfriend."
You bury your head into his chest, overwhelmed with positive feelings and excitement for the future that awaits the two of you.
"Let me take you out on a date tomorrow. But first, you need sleep."
"Okay, mom," you laugh wholeheartedly. "Will you sing me a lullaby?"
"Anything for my best girl," Seonghwa promises.
The following day he takes you to a really lovely date at a local restaurant and treats you so well, like no one else before in your life. You feel so blessed and lucky to have met him that there are not enough words to describe how grateful you are to him. Not just for letting you move in with him without expecting anything in return (though that was an immensely generous gesture on his side). The reason you are grateful the most is that he accepts you with all your flaws and scarred past, he shows you such understanding and care you have only dreamed about. He is truly your shining star guiding your path through the dark and into the light.
In the evening, you finally muster up the courage to turn on your phone. You call your dad and with tears in your eyes, explain the circumstances around your latest fight with your mom and why you decided to move in with Seonghwa. Your dad is worried, of course, but he says he gets why you did it, as he has witnessed some encounters when your mom has said hurtful things to you. Though he has not explicitly stood up for you, in your private conversations, he has shown you support and eagerly awaited the day you were independent from her. He tells you your mom was furious at first but now she is justâŠsad. You promise you will talk to her when you feel ready but for the time being, you need some space. Your dad respects your decision and you hang up.
"You did well," Seonghwa praises you, enveloping you in a warm hug.
"Thanks," you whisper sadly.
"Shall we go to bed?" he asks.
"Aw, man, I was in such a hurry to pack that I forgot my favourite frog plushie!" you exclaim in annoyance. "I can't sleep without it."
"Last night you had no trouble falling asleep, though?" Seonghwa gently reminds you.
"You're right!" you cry out in amazement.
"I'll get you a million plushies tomorrow but for now you'll have to settle for me."
"You know what? You're more than enough. You're my favourite plushie from now on!" you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist.
You've had the happiest week of your life. Seonghwa shows you around the city, taking you to adorable cafés, sightseeing and eating ramen by the Han river. The two of you take tons of pictures together and spend a lot of quality time. He even introduces you to his friend San and convinces him to let you work at his bookshop, which is honestly a dream job.
One morning, you wake up feeling uncharacteristically hot. Something hard is pressed against your ass. Could that beâŠYou freeze at the realization. You wonder whether to rush out of bed. But then you risk Seonghwa waking up and you don't want him feeling embarrassed over something completely natural. You could pretend you're still asleep? But your breathing is too irregular and your skin is practically on fire. What should you do? Before you can make up your mind, you feel Seonghwa shifting behind you and the space has never felt emptier.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles sleepily.
"What are you sorry for?" you ask even though the answer is quite apparent.
"ForâŠyou know, getting hard."
"It's fine, it's a normal human reaction."
"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or objectified. I meanâŠyou are hot and I've obviously thought about you before in impure ways butâŠI like you so much I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. You're incredibly special to me, baby."
You finally turn around to face him.
"You are the most precious person in my life, Seonghwa," you whisper. "And like, if you want me, I'm all yours. No pressure."
"ButâŠwouldn't you want to wait longer?" he asks cautiously.
"Whenever you want, my star," you smile eagerly, hoping he takes the bait.
"Fuck it," Hwa mutters under his breath and crashes his lips into yours.
You kiss him back impatiently and bury your fingers into his soft hair. He pulls you closer to him by the waist, digging his fingers into your lower back.
"If you want to stop at any moment, just let me know, okay?" Seonghwa breaks the kiss to reassure you.
You are so touched by his words that tears are already welled up in your eyes.
"Okay. Same goes for you."
"Trust me, darling, I wouldn't want to stop," Hwa promises and buries his head into your neck, inhaling the scent of you.
He spends a long time pressing kisses everywhere he could think of: your neck, your cheeks, your hair, your nose, your collarbones, your tummy, your ears, your thighs until finally, he reaches your pussy. Guiding your legs apart with a gentle but firm hand, you are afraid of melting right there. He eats you out hungrily, his ridiculously long tongue doing wonders to your senses. Needing something to hold on to, you tug on his hair, hopeful that you are not hurting him. He starts making circular motions, increasing the pleasure. It does not take you long to finish, completely falling apart.
"I think I just died a little," you admit, laughing.
"Well, the French did call it la petite mort," Seonghwa shrugs.
"Ah, yes. The little death," you smile, fondly recalling your French classes. "I wouldn't be a good guest if I didn't return the favour, no?"
You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, looking up at him to see if you're doing a good job.
"You're not a guest. I want you to feel at home," Seonghwa says and you try to take him deeper into your mouth. "You don't have to- Oh!"
You smirk as you swirl your tongue against his cock, doing your best to bring him closer to the edge.
"Such a good girl. My girl, yes?" he murmurs.
You can't verbablly respond so you nod your head frantically. Your hand is wrapped around the part of him you can't physically fit in and you blink the tears away, attempting to focus on breathing through your nose. You move your head and up down, desperately staring into his eyes to make sure he's enjoying every second of it. Soon enough, he reaches his high, sending ropes of cum down your throat. You try to swallow, not waste any drop of it.
Seonghwa strokes your cheek with his hand.
"You did so great for me," he praises you and you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"T-thank you," you stutter nervously.
"You don't have to thank me," Seonghwa chuckles in confusion and flips you around so that you are lying on your back. He leans down and kisses you again even more sensually than before but with as much tenderness. "You wanna stop?"
"No, please, don't stop," you are not too proud for begging.
"M'kay, lemme just grab protection real quick and I'll be back," he grins.
"Oh, I feel quite protected with you by my side, but I get what you mean," you tease him, excited to take the next step in your relationship.
True to his promise, Hwa returns moments later, flexing a condom in his hand.
"Protection," he repeats in a cute voice, while he puts it on.
"And here I thought you were gonna show me your lightsaber," you joke.
Seonghwa dramatically places a hand on his heart, feigning offense.
"I already did," he plays along and you can't stop yourself from bursting into laughter.
God, he really is the best guy in the universe. Your thoughts are further confirmed when he slowly teases your entrance with just the tip, making sure you are okay.
"You good? Should I go deeper?"
"Hwa, my angel, you can do anything to me and chances are I'd like it," you reassure him confidently.
"Careful what you wish for," Seonghwa smirks and slides in, making you feel so full and complete.
"Ngh," your sweet little cries are enough to give him the needed push to not hold himself back any longer. He fucks into you with so much vigour and passion you are on the verge of disintegrating.
"My gorgeous girl. You like that?"
"Yes, mommy," the words slip out of your mouth before you could think twice about it. His movements come to a sudden halt, causing you to realize what you've just said. Out loud. Ugh, you feel equally mortified and turned on.
"Mommy, huh?" he chuckles lightly.
"S-sorry," you hide your face behind your palms.
"It's okay, I can be your mommy," Seonghwa grabs your wrists and pushes your hands above your head. "I'll take good care of you, yeah? Wish you could see yourself, my most precious girl."
"Hwa, please, I meanâŠmommy, need you so badly," you stumble through your words weakly.
"I'm right here, my sweet baby, I'll give you what you need," he plays along. "Does mommy's cock feel good inside you?"
"S-so g-good, mommy, thank you, thank you so much," it hasn't even been that long and you already feel fucked out, utterly and irreversibly at his mercy.
"Don't thank me, dearest, I'm just treating you the way you deserve," Seonghwa vows and before you know it, you are clenching around his cock, while he is spilling inside the condom.
You can't think, can't speak, can't do anything. Nothing exists in your mind anymore. Just him. The universe is completely blank save for that one shining star. You fail to register him leaving the room to dispose of the plastic and don't notice when he returns.
"Honey?" he says softly but his voice feels so distant. Kilometres away. You can't bring yourself to form a verbal response. "Are you okay?"
Seonghwa places gentle kisses on your cheeks in an attempt to bring you back to reality.
"Come back to me, darling, please, talk to me, I'm scared," he mumbles in between kisses.
"Hwa?" are your first words. Like a newborn baby looking for the comfort that only a true mother figure could provide.
"You're safe with me," Seonghwa tells you. "No one can hurt you here."
"I don't deserve you," you are suddenly crying, overwhelmed by how cared for and loved he's making you feel.
"Don't say that ever again, you hear me?" he speaks firmly but kindly, nonetheless. "You deserve to be happy. Am I making you happy?"
"So happy, you have no idea how much," you try your best to convince him for your sincerity.
"That's all I need to know," he nods. "Let me draw a bath for you and-"
You summon all the strength you have left and grip his hand as tightly as you physically can't.
"Don't leave me."
"I'm not leaving you," Seonghwa picks you up with ease and carries you all the way to the bathroom.
Once inside the warm bath, you are more capable to form full sentences and communicate what just happened with a clearer head.
"I'm sorry for springing up the whole mommy thing without discussing it in advance," you tell him.
"I don't mind, honestly. In fact, I think I'm perfect for the role."
You smile fondly and nudge his shoulder.
"Still. From now on, I'll try my best to talk about introducing anything new beforehand. It's only fair."
"Whatever makes you feel comfortable," he kisses your forehead as he rubs shampoo into your scalp. "But just so you know, I could never be mad at you."
"What if I want you to get mad every once in a while? You knowâŠspank me for being a bad girl?" you suggest teasingly.
"Then, I'd be happy to oblige," Seonghwa replies enthusiastically and starts tickling you in a playful manner.
It is true that time heals all wounds and distance makes the heart grow fonder. A while later, you feel ready to talk to your mom again (somewhat influenced by your dad's pleading and Seonghwa's reassurance).
"Hi, mom," you greet her calmly over the phone.
"Hi, sweetie. I've missed you," she admits.
"Me too," and it's true. Even though she hurt you, you still love her.
"Have you been eating well?"
"Yeah, don't worry about that."
"ListenâŠI'm sorry for saying hurtful things and being so hard on you. I only do that because I think you're so smart and have the potential to do great things."
"Well you have a funny way of showing it," you chuckle dryly.
"What do you mean?"
"I meanâŠyou never praise me for anything. I spent so many years trying to get your approval that I didn't stop for a second to think whether I was doing what I truly loved."
"I understand," your mom says. "I know it might be too late but I'll try to do better. If you'll let me."
"It's not too late. But I'm not coming back to live with you. I've got a boyfriend and a job here. And I'mâŠactually happy."
"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. You will visit eventually, right?"
"I will in the summer. I want us to work on our relationship," you explain patiently.
"Until thenâŠwe can Skype or something?" your mom suggests.
"Yeah, mom, we can do that," you laugh. "If you figure how to turn the computer on!"
"Hey!" your mom argues but her tone is amused "I'm not that old!"
"I know, I know," you keep laughing.
"I love you," she says seriously. And this time, you are willing to believe her.
"Love you too, mom," you answer truthfully and hang up the phone.
You look at Seonghwa who was quietly cutting vegetables. His mere presence in the room was giving you strength and moral support.
"I did it," you announce the obvious. "I talked to my mom."
"You did so well. I'm really proud of you, angel," he wraps you into the world's most comforting hug.
"Things won't get magically fixed butâŠit's a start."
"You did the right thing."
"I couldn't have done it without you, Hwa," you admit truthfully. "You light up my whole dark existence, my precious star."
"Oh, baby," Seonghwa holds your hands. "Stars can't shine without darkness."
Bonus:
You are so happy to have cooked spaghetti carbonara for your boyfriend, your darling, your starshine, your marvellous Hwa. You really hope he likes it because you've worked so hard on it and it's his birthday so you wanted to do something special for him. He has given you so much care and affection so this is the least you could do to express how grateful you are.
"Happy birthday, my love," you kiss him gently, presenting the meal in front of him. "I have other gifts, as well, but food first before it gets cold!"
"Aw, baby, you didn't have to do all that," Seonghwa smiles, touched by your efforts.
"Come on, try it!" you are practically bouncing with excitement to see his reaction.
"It's really delicious, my angel! You did a wonderful job!" he praises you, sincerity clear in his voice.
You can't take it and you burst into tears.
"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?" Seonghwa puts the fork down, immediately worried about your well-being.
"No, it's justâŠthe first time anyone's praised my cooking. It feels incredibly special coming from you, considering you are so brilliant in the kitchen."
"The kitchen is not the only place where I'm incredible," he winks, looking at the bedroom.
"Eat, eat! We'll unwrap the gifts later in that other place," you wipe your tears and encourage him to enjoy his meal.
"Oh, sunshine, you are the only gift I could ask for," Seonghwa promises and goes back to the carbonara. And perhaps, this is what having a home feels like.
The End
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Weekly Recap | April 8th-14th 2024
Managed to put it out slightly earlier this time! đ This is still long af and there are still too many fics left in my ao3 inbox but maybe the mini hiatus will allow me to catch up!
As you can see I'm still enjoying podfics and I am happy to report that listening to Coma-Verse made me cry as much if not more as reading it đ You can also looks forward to part 2 of my "BFF fic rec" series which will cover seasons 4 and 5, coming soon!
Enjoy! đ
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and with each one, i'm a little more free series by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Post-S7E4, Coming Out):
settle (<1K | General): Buck comes out to Chimney. so let the words slip out of your mouth (1,7K | General): Buck comes out to Eddie.
kiss him once for me by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (S7E5 Spec, Jealous Eddie | <1K | General): Eddie was perfectly happy and accepting about Buckâs sexuality, in fact, he liked to think he was the ideal picture of a best friend when Buck had told him. So, nothing changed between them. Or at least, nothing changed until he sees Buck and Tommy kiss.
when we're barely awake in the heat of the day's weight by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (BuckTommy | 1K | Mature): Buck wakes up at Tommyâs place and they have a conversation about taking up space
like an empty bottle takes the rain by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Post-S7E4, Sexuality Crisis | 1,2K | General): "I was wondering. You and Tommyâhow did you know?" There's a soft intake of breath. "That I was into guys? Or that I was into him?" "Either." Eddie shrugs tightly. "Both."
Yes, Daddy by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP, Daddy Kink | 1,7K | Explicit): And really, the shit eating smirk that graces Buckâs too pink lips should have been Eddieâs warning. But heâs so used to his best friendâs antics that heâs become immune to them. Or, well he thought he had. âYes, Daddy.â
don't stand a ghost of a chance (with you) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Post-S7E5, BuckTommy Breakup | 1,7K | Teen): Tommy isnât stupid. He knows the score from the beginning. But. Heâs only so strong. And Evan is both hot as hell and supremely adorable. So Tommy kisses him, and asks him out, and tells himself that maybe heâs just been reading the signs wrong. Maybe Evan and Eddie really are justâŠveryâŠclose friends. Heâs imagining things. Theyâre friendsâor maybe Evan has a crushâbut thatâs fine. Evan asked Tommy out. So Eddie isâŠa nonissue. Tommy tells himself that right up until he canât anymore.
don't want to be a fool for you by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Bachelor party, Madney Wedding Spec | 1,8K | Teen): Or, at both the bachelor party and the wedding reception, Buck looks at Eddie.
letâs get lost between the lines by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (BuckTommy, Post-S7E5 | 2K | General): âYou handled that well,â Tommy said, as they left the restaurant and stepped out into this cool evening air. His words were soft, and gentle â genuine, even. As though he really meant it. Buck was baffled, frankly. âI handled that with as much grace as an elephant doing ballet,â Buck glared at his - his date? - incredulously. âTommy, did you hit your head? Are you concussed? Do I need to take you to the emergency room?â or, after the eddie shaped hiccup of their first date, buck and tommy walk and talk - about coming out and why buck deserves a nice boyfriend.
good luck, babe by hattalove/ @hattalove (Outsider POV, Social Media fic, S7E5, BuckTommy Date | 2K | Teen): sometimes, when you've had a bad week, all you want is a romantic evening out with your wife over terrible pizza, and what you get instead is some kind of intricate gay ritual happening two tables away from you.
say my name and everything just stops by bellabrady (BuckTommy, Endgame Buddie, Getting Together | 3K | Not Rated): Or: Buck accidentally moans Eddie's name while making out with Tommy and it leads to some realizations.
behaving myself. by dylaesthetics (Secret Relationship | 3K | Teen): OR itâs just a regular day at fire station one-eighteen. No oneâs acting weird. Nothingâs out of the ordinary. Everything's the same as it's always been. Right?
even for a phoenix (iâm getting tired) by hobbitprincess (Post-S5E18, Hurt Buck | 3K | Mature) : âYouâre gonna be fine,â says Eddie again, and Buck hates that he can parse out the slight waver that wasnât there the first time. Buck doesnât have the heart to disagree with him, even if they both know it isnât true.
This Old Love Has Me Bound by allyasavedtheday/ @littlespoonevan (Post-S7E4 | 3K | Teen): In an attempt to better understand his newfound bisexuality, Buck tries to figure out if he ever missed any signs with guys before. The universe keeps interrupting every time he's about to think about Eddie.
so much to say that's subject-sore by hattalove/ @hattalove (BuckTommy, Buddie Endgame | 3K | Teen): in which buck is convinced he's having commitment issues, tommy is there to hold his hand, and the tiramisu won't eat itself.
I get drunk on jealousy by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (FWB BuckTommy, Endgame Buddie | 5K | Explicit): Eddie calls Buck in the middle of the night at a not so covenient time, words are said, feelings are revealed and Buck's strenght is tested.
shoot another shot (try to stop the feeling) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Bachelor Party Spec, BuckTommy, Endgame Buddie | 5K | General): "He just. He won't let me in, Tommy. It's terrifying. I don't know how to help him because he's refusing to even admit there's something wrong." Buck scrubs a hand down his face. "I'm not crazy, am I? I'm not making things up? He's not himself, right?" (OR: eddie gets drunk and cuts a little too loose, buck tries to pick up the pieces and ends up getting more than he bargained for, and tommy is just happy he got to be with buck at least for a little while)
Threes Not A Crowd by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Buck/Tommy/Eddie, PWP | 5K | Explicit): Follow up to Buck's Boyfriends in which Buck's boyfriends take care of him. Incredibly well. (Part 2 of Buck's Boyfriends)
đ„ To Build A Nest (To Build A Home) by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Post-S5E14, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): Five times Buck shows his love for Eddie via pebbling and the one time Eddie uses those pebbles to build a nest.
don't go breaking my heart. by dylaesthetics (S7E6 Spec, Madney Wedding, Getting Together | 13K | Teen): Coming to terms with being bisexual and being in love with his best friend is not how Buck expected to spend the month or so leading up to his sisterâs wedding. But then again, life has shown time and time again that he has been put on this planet to suffer. - OR Buck canât take it anymore and kisses Eddie in the middle of his sisterâs wedding reception. Heâs never been known for making good decisions. (Part 2 of heaven is you.)
đ„ Test Drive by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (PWP, Buck/Tommy/Eddie, Buddie Endgame | 28K | Explicit): In which Buck wants his boyfriend to give his best friend a queer awakening like he had. For no particular reason at all. While he also has the most inopportune "Oh" moment ever.
WIP
Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Threesome, BuckTommyEddie | 4/6 | 20K | Explicit): In which everyone has two hands and two holes and is keeping their options fluid. (Or: a collection of threesome fics.)
đ„ Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 125/? | 389K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesnât always look like it. Even if it doesnât always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.
Whatâs Your Order? by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Post-S7E5, BuckTommy | 2K | Teen): 5 Times Buck Guessed Tommyâs Coffee Order + 1 Time He Didnât Have To
đ„ Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 8/18 | 45K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his familyâs expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.
đ„ Cowboy With a One Track Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergence, Not A Firefighter Buck | 1/4 | 6K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 7 (Land): Grieving and tortured, Evan Buckley has been living alone in Montana in a remote cabin for nearly a decade. After an incident that leaves him missing six months of his life, and suddenly in connection with a group of strangers from Los Angeles, Evan must decide whether to remain in his self-imposed exile, or take a chance at life again.
Podfics
đ„ [podfic] wedding bells by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for renecdote/ @renecdote (Friends to Fiances | 10-20 min | General): The background noise of the movie and the warm weight of his best friend against his side is lulling Eddie towards a nap when Buck breaks the silence. âDo you want to get married?â âSure,â Eddie answers sleepily. âFall wedding?â âWhat?â Buck frowns, and Eddie realises: oh, he meant do I want to get married generally not to him specifically. Then Buck is asking, âWhy fall?â
đ„ [podfic] do you love me? all you gotta do is say yes by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Outsider POV, Friends to Fiances | 30-45 min | Teen): or, two boy best friends and an ex lover walk into a grocery store. everyone is on their normalest behaviour.
OK with being OK [Podfic] by blackglass/ @blackestglass // fic by S_lycopersicum/ @slycopersicum-in-disguise (Post-S5, Coming Out | 10-20 min | Teen): Buck was about 10 minutes away from the firehouse when his phone pinged. "Message from Eddie Diaz," Hildy's too-smooth voice announced, and Buck laughed at how Eddie's face would scrunch at Hildy knowing his business. "Wait in your car when you get here. I need to talk to you before we go in" Oh shit.
đ„ [Podfic] rainbows have nothing to hide by slipofthetongue/ @burnthatbridge for hattalove/ @hattalove (Getting Together | 20-30 min | Teen): how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways. (Part 1 of the kermit verse)
đ„ [Podfic] Before the Night Fades by slipofthetongue/ @burnthatbridge // fic by MilenaDaniels/ @milenadaniels (Post-S4E14: Survivors, Outsider POV | 45-60 min | Teen): âI have a bottle of champagne, four champagne flutes, one engagement ring to go into one of those champagne flutes, and a note to deliver it all to table 34 with dessert,â Tomas explains, wide-eyed, throwing his hand back to the prep station where said champagne is waiting on ice next to four flutes and a small ring box. âOkay?â âOkay so thereâs two men and two women and I have no idea whoâs getting proposed to. Iâm not even 100% on who came with who." --- Or, EddieAna and BuckTaylor double date and it ruins everyone's night.
đ„[Podfic] Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by Ceewelsh/ @mayonnaisetoffees // fic by HMSLusitania/ @hmslusitania (Canon Divergent, S1, Dispatcher Eddie | 2.5-3h | Mature): Eddie's PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch. Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.
đ„[Podfic] i did, i did, i do by Ceewelsh/ @mayonnaisetoffees // fic by @hattalove (Canon Divergent | 30-45min | Teen): or the one in which, a couple of weeks after meeting each other, buck and eddie fell in love, broke up, and then forgot to fall out of it.
đ„The Evolution of Buddie [Podfics] by MistMarauder/ @gracieryder for InsaneJuliann/ @marvelingjules (Post-Shooting, Getting Together, Eddie Coming Out, Warning: Homophobia)
[Podfic] Someone Told Me Not to Cry (It's a Lie)Â (20-30min | Teen): Eddie's fine, he is. Really. He keeps telling himself that until he accidentally calls Buck in the middle of the night after a nightmare.
[Podfic] Just Bros being Bros (45-60min | Teen): It's totally normal to kiss your best friend on the cheek. Eddie has no idea why everyone keeps giving him looks and thinking there's more there.
[Podfic] I was Sinking (Somehow I Forgot)Â (45-60min | Teen): Eddie tries to figure out just what he may or may not be feeling for Buck. Really, it only leaves him with more questions than any actual answers. His mind keeps twisting around, unable to let him settle with any certainty.
[Podfic] Ready to Suffer, Ready to Hope (S3E18 | 45-60min | Teen): Buck's the one hurting this time, and Eddie wants to help, but he's not sure how, or if he even can. Maybe, he was wrong before. Maybe everyone was. Because clearly, Buck's not as over Abby as everyone seemed to think.
[Podfic] Hard to Learn to Love (45-60min | Teen): Buck's helping Eddie fix Abuela's porch. Eddie's pretty sure he's possibly going to do something stupid, because he can't stop thinking about how much he wants to kiss his best friend.
[Podfic] Someday (Gonna be Free)Â (45-60min | Teen): Karen points out to Eddie that maybe, his ideas of what a relationship has to look like are something he needs to reassess. She lends him a book, and before Eddie knows it, he's having one epiphany after another.
[Podfic] Bittersweet Triumph (1-1.5h | Teen): Eddie's parents drop by for an unexpected visit. The only thing Eddie can think to do is damage control. Eventually they'd leave, right? Eventually, he could relax again. But he's quickly reaching a breaking point, and he's not sure what'll be on the other side of it.
[Podfic] Pivotal Moment (1-1.5h | Teen): Eddie's stood up to his parents, but of course it can't be that easy. They're still in his house, and Eddie's just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He's frustrated, angry, scared even - and worried about so much at once he can't relax. It's not only leaving Eddie on edge, but Buck seems more and more tense, too.
[Podfic] Hello My Old Heart (1-1.5h | Teen): Eddie needs to check his parents have left - and either way, there's a lot he needs to work through about their visit. Good thing he has family, friends, and Buck to help him figure it all out. And maybe, it's time for him to start showing his hand more, with them all.
[Podfic] Unlearning Lonely After So Long (1-1.5h | Teen): It's the next morning, Buck's still there and making breakfast, and Eddie's realizing that while yeah, the list of things he needs to talk about - with Buck and others - definitely doesn't fill him with anything close to happiness, the rest of it? It's a kind of happiness he hasn't felt in a while.
[Podfic] The More Things Stay the Same (Getting Together | 30-45min | Teen): Eddie's realizing that, now that he's dating Buck, it's not that much different from before, really - except for the increased touching and kissing. That's new. Maybe that's why no one's caught on yet, and they're able to keep it to themselves for now.
đ„ Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars [Podfic]/@cal-daisies-and-briars by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Coma AU, Multiverse | 7-10h | Teen): After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime.
Re-Read
đ„ Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Post-S6, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): "I've been wonderingâŠ" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie? You two were dancing around it for so long, and then⊠what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.
đ„ all good things come to an end (but it's not the end) by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (Pre-S4, Quarantine, Friends with Benefits | 10K | Explicit): âOkay, hear me out,â Buck said. "What if we have sex?â Eddie could be forgiven for choking on his own breath, given how out of the blue Buck's suggestion was. âWhat?â âYouâre my best friend," Buck gestured vaguely. "And in case you hadnât noticed, weâre living through an actual plague right now, so neither of us is actually getting any. So who better to have sex with than each other?" - or, craving intimacy during quarantine, buck and eddie strike up a friends with benefits situation. because it couldn't possibly go wrong.
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The Angel With Horns Pt. 2
summary: the man you despise, satoru gojo is unfortunately your mentor at jujutsu high. he agreed to help you get with your childhood crush, suguru geto, but things have taken a bit of a turn after that last "mentoring" session
this is a continuation of part 1, but if you don't care about plot, feel free to read this as a one shot (:
wordcount: 9.7k đ (i guess i just get carried away. this is also 4 chapters btw)
c/w: gojo/fem!reader, geto/fem!reader, gojo/oc, geto/oc, modern!au, teacher!au, smut, fluff & smut, some plot, plot what plot, rough!sex, flashbacks, asshole!gojo, flirty!gojo, cocky!gojo, soft!geto, rough!geto, cousin!shoko, mutual pining, confessing, teasing, flirting, playful banter, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, sensual tension, sexual tension, pet names, degradation, fingering, f!masturbation, oral, fantasizing, choking, light gagging, multiple orgasms, inappropriate use of cursed energy, inappropriate use of cursed techniques
a/n: hiii thanks for the love on pt. 1! again this is my first fic so feedback is very much appreciated! will be working on part 3(some) ;)
Read Part 1 Here!
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Chapter 5: Regret
Iâm alone with my thoughts, trying to stop the embarrassment from consuming me. I look out the windows before peeking down the hallwayâno sign of Satoru anywhere. I realize Iâm searching for someone who doesnât want to be seen.
The intimacy I shared with SuguâI mean, Satoru, has me conflicted. My mind thinks one thing, but my body feels the other, ultimately bringing me right back where I started. But this time around, my thoughts are coherent enough to take over.
If thereâs anyone who would leave without saying goodbye, itâs Satoru. If thereâs anyone who would be an absolute tease, itâs Satoru. If thereâs anyone who would fuck now and not give a shit later, itâs Satoru. After all this time we spent together, I thought things would change. But now itâs crystal clear: Satoru Gojo will never change.
âSatoru is so annoying,â Shoko grumbled as she barged into my room.
âWhatâd he do this time?â I asked. With graduation around the corner, all I could think about was passing my exams.
âI asked him out, but he shot me down. He told me itâs because he likes someone else,â Shoko revealed.Â
To keep our conversation short, I replied with, âYeah that sucks I guess, but Iâm sure youâre better off just being friends.â
Shoko plopped herself onto my bed, lacing her fingers behind her head while she stared at the ceiling. âHonestly, thatâs totally fineâbut thatâs not the annoying part,â she started. âThe annoying part is that he wonât tell me who. He talks about all the girls he hooks up with, but now he wants to keep it a secret? I just donât get Satoru.â
I let out a sigh, âMaybe heâs just messing with you the same way he does with me. After all, Satoru is such a dick.â
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I spend the evening doing chores in hopes of forgetting what happened earlier this afternoon. If Satoru is going to be like this, the best thing I can do is to leave the past in the past. With my mentorship being over, I have no reason to even think about him anymore. All I need to do now is stick to the plan and keep my energy focused on Suguru.
Oh, right. Suguru. As the image of him forms in my mind, Iâm reminded of our date. Iâve been so caught up with Satoru, I realized that Iâm nowhere near prepared for tomorrow.
He said to meet at his place, but are we staying there? Or just meeting, then going out? Should I dress up? Or down? Heels, boots, or sneakers? My internal debate goes on for far too long before I finally decide to give him a call.Â
The phone rings and Iâm greeted with his signature velvety tone. âDid you miss the sound of my voice?â Suguru asks.
Iâm immediately paralyzed, unsure of how to reply.
He lets out a little chuckle, âIâm just kidding. Whatâs up?â
âHa. ha. Very funny.â I begin to ease up but butterflies still linger in my core. âI actually just wanted to ask what weâre doing tomorrow. Iâm trying to figure out what to wear.â
Suguru pauses for a moment, âI donât want to give away all the surprises, but letâs keep it simple and say dinner. I canât tell you where, but just wear whatever makes you feel good.â
A surprise? My body tenses in excitement. âOkay, fine. I can work with this. Thank you! Iâll talk to you later!â
âNo problem, see you tomorrow,â He replies.
Before I can hang up, Suguru calls for me one last time. When he gets my attention, he finally says, âIâm really excited for our date. I canât wait to see you.â
âMe too.â I hang up the phone, and I canât seem to wipe the grin off my face. Iâm finally going on a real date with Suguru.
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The next day arrives and at 7pm, I find myself standing in front of Suguruâs door. Iâm fixing the dress that I picked out the night before. Itâs a black velvet mini dress with sheer cuffed sleeves. The sweetheart neck accentuates my chest, while the fitted flare skirt hugs my curvesâthe perfect blend of cozy, but classy. My nerves increase after the first knock, but it washes away when the door opens and I see Suguruâs face.Â
Although the door is only halfway open, his physical presence still commands the space. His smile is pure and his eyes gaze at me with sincerity. âPlease come in,â he says.
When I walk inside to take off my shoes, he closes the door and his footsteps echo towards me. I feel his hand cup the small of my back and a shock jolts through my body. His fingers brush against the zipper of my dress. As he slowly leans down to my ear, he whispers, âYou look beautiful tonight.â The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my heart begins to melt.
âAww, thank you. Youâre looking quite handsome yourself,â I reply, smiling in adoration.Â
I take a moment to look around the apartment and my eyes widen. Flower petals line the hallway floor, leading me to the living space. The space is larger than I would expect for a Tokyo apartment. Across the room, windows stretch from the floor to the ceiling, making it feel ten times bigger. The lighting is soft, but the glow from the lamps warm up the space.
My eyes continue to wander until they finally land on his dining room table. Though the table is set for two, itâs completely filled with several plates of food. I see perfectly formed pieces of nigiri, various bowls of soup, an array of grilled fish and meats, and bowls of rice neatly placed on the side.Â
âOh my god, SuguruâŠdid you make all of this?â I ask in disbelief.
He nods, curling his mouth into a smile.
âDo you do this for all your dates?â I challenge, raising my brow.
âNope, just for you.â He makes his way towards the table. âSince you recently moved back, I wanted to make it feel like home.â
I can feel my jaw drop. I try to speak but nothing comes out. âIâI donât even know where to start,â I finally reply.
He pulls out a seat and offers his hand to me, âYou can start by eating.â
It takes everything I have to resist eating everything in one bite, but the taste is so delicious. Each bite is a burst of flavor that sends me to the moon. Even if our date ended here, I would easily be satisfied. When we finish up our meal, I help him pack the leftovers and clean up.
As weâre washing dishes together, I turn to him. âSuguru, thank you for cooking. Youâve always taken such good care of me. I really donât deserve you.â
He pauses to turn off the water and wipe his hands. I watch him move towards me to cradle my face while his fingers trace the edge of my jawline. âI told you once before and Iâll tell you again, I like taking care of you. Always have, always will.â
We gaze into each otherâs eyes, and for a moment, time stands completely still. I gently place my hands on his chest. His heart beats fast, like itâs trying to challenge my own. Is he just as nervous as I am? As I slowly grasp the wrinkles of his shirt, his pulse quickens and his breath becomes shallow. When I see his smile begin to form, I close my eyes and pull him down to meet my lips.
Suguruâs mouth molds into mine and itâs everything I couldâve ever imagined. I love how his lips are soft and his grasp is warm, nothing in this world can compare. As he guides me to the sink, my back arches and I can feel myself getting engulfed into his body. Itâs covering me with comfort and protection. Iâve imagined this moment many times and itâs absolute perfectioâhe pulls away.
Suguru walks towards the dining room and he mutters something with his head in his hands.
I follow him, tugging at his sleeve. âHey, is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?â
He finds his way to the couch muttering, âNo, no. Itâs not you.â After a moment of thought, he continues, âSorry, I just thought I could do this but Iâm scared of what might happen to us. I donât want to hurt you, and I definitely donât want to lose you again.â
I take a seat next to him, placing one hand on his shoulder, and the other over his knee. âHurt me? Lose me? Again? Suguru, what are you talking about?â
He brushes my arm, hesitant for what comes next. The room is quiet and I can almost hear his heartbeat with mine. âDuring your last summer here,â he starts. He takes in a breath and slowly lets his words tumble out. âI was talking to Satoru for youâbasically telling him to lighten up on the jokes and all that. He seemed to take it well, but I remember him saying, âFine. But sheâs leaving soon anyways so it doesnât really matter.â I wasnât sure what he meant at first, but he ended up telling me that he overheard you talking to Shoko⊠about moving away.â
My heart drops as memories of that day slowly piece back togetherâŠ
âAre you really going to leave?â Shoko asked.
I gave an apologetic nod. âItâll be good for me to get out there, you know? Iâd travel the world, learn from other teachers, see if there are bigger and better things out there for me.â I let out a sigh. âI feel like thereâs not much here for me anymore.â
âI get it. Well, just know that Iâll miss you. Iâm sure the guys will too,â Shoko said as she gave me a hug.
I laughed, âDoubt it.â
I return to the moment and look at Suguru. When he sees tears forming in my eyes, he wipes them away. His hand tightens around mine before he says, âI didnât think that was true until you told me yourself. It hurt me so much inside but, who was I to stop you from finding yourself or seeing the world? You deserved to do all the things you wanted to do.â
But all I wanted was you. Are you saying you wanted me too? Droplets trickle down my face, but I keep my eyes locked onto hisâtaking in every single word.
âAfter you left, I was a mess. I stopped training, so my cursed energy weakened. Then during one of our missions, I fucked up and part of my soul merge with a cursed spirit. When it took over my body, it was strong. Itâs a long story, but the main point isâ Iâm scared to get too close. I donât think itâs safe.â
I bring myself in closer, moving my hand to his face. âBut Suguru, I always feel safe when Iâm with you. Itâs always been like that, even nowâŠespecially now.â
âYeah, but thatâs because Iâve trained myself to control it. When I lose my senses, it slips out, and when it slips outâŠit isnât prettyâit just doesnât feel like me. Even though Iâm still the same person physically, everything else becomes more intense. The rage, the aggression, all the things in between.â
He pauses, placing his hand around my cheek. âI like you, a lot. But if I ever let anything happen to youâŠor worse, if I let myself do anything to hurt you, I donât know what I would do.â
My heart is pounding, my mind goes blank. The world goes silent as his voice becomes an echo. Is thisâŠreal? I open my mouth to let my words out, but nothing. I eventually muster up the strength to ask a question, âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI was going to, but when you said that you didnât have anything left here⊠well, I thought that also meant me. I never wanted to be the one to hold you back.â He retracts and his face becomes resigned.
Before he can pull away, I bring my face to his. âSuguru, Iâve liked you for a very long time. And I appreciate you for letting me live my life, but I promise youâIâm ready for this. For you. For all of you.â
His face softens and shows a smile of relief. âAll I want to do is take care of you,â he starts. I can feel his hands tremble. âBut Iâm scared of the person Iâll become.â
âSuguruâŠâ I lift myself up, slowly climbing over to straddle him. His frame is large, but I still feel myself fit comfortably around him. As I settle myself onto his lap, I feel his bulge pulse against my center. The tension in the air grows as I move myself closer. I let my mouth linger inches away from his and whisper. âI trust you.â
He stops momentarily, savoring every last word that fell from my mouth. His eyes ignite and I can feel fire coursing through his soul. In one second, I feel his breath and in the next, I feel his mouth. He plants a kiss onto my lips, letting his hands roam around me.
Unlike before, this kiss is searing with passion. One hand grabs my hair while the other grabs my ass, and he lays me on the couch until his body is covering me. He pulls away for just a moment before he growls, âThen let me feel you, beautiful.â
Chapter 6: Rough
Something in the room has changed, as though the air has warmed up around us. Traces of Suguruâs cursed energy illuminate the room, forming a blue haze that floats above us. I let out a breath of aweâeverything in this moment feels like a dream.
My attention floats back to Suguru as his kisses effortlessly consume me. Itâs like he knows all the spots that make me tremble. As he kisses his way down my neck, his hands move to the contours of my curves. When he gets to my chest, he uses his fingers to pull down the neckline of my dress. My heart beats out of me as Iâm completely exposed.
He stares for a moment, slowly cupping his hand around my breast. His tongue works my nipple, while my hands grab his hair. The tie on his bun slips and I feel his locks gently fall. The Suguru Iâve known has always been properâpristine, but the way he looks right now makes him absolutely primal.
As his lips are tugging on me, I feel his hand slip between my thighs. Theyâre large and overpowering, but they feel so soft as they dance against my skin. Thereâs no doubt in my mind that his touch is absolutely perfect. His tugs turn into nibbles and a surge of liquid gushes between my legs. As my back arches with pleasure, he pulls off my panties and gently caresses my folds. Suguru brings himself up to kiss me and purrs, âBaby girl, you are soaking wet.â
He continues to treat my breasts with care and I can feel him rub the edges of my slit. I relax myself back into the couch and let the rhythmic passes of his fingers take meâteasing me with every stroke.
âPlease Suguru,â I breathe. My voice is needy, unsteady.
He picks up his head while the edge of his mouth curls to the side. Easing his fingers into me, he rumbles, âAnything for you, my love.â
His fingers barely enter me, but the sheer size of them is enough to make me whimper. The thoughts in my head no longer exist. Itâs just me, him, and the rush of desire flowing through me. As he glides them back and forth I can feel my juices slip out. My walls contract and pleasure grows between my thighs.
He slides in nice and slow, feeling every inch of the warmth inside of me. The ridges of his fingers press against me, massaging every crevice he can find. Oh how I wish this would never stop.
âDo you like when I touch your pussy like this?â Suguru asks. His voice is sultry and slow.
I canât find the words so all I do is nod.
He slows down to give me a kiss before his smirk grows into a full on smile. He slides down the couch until heâs near my entrance. âSpread your legs and I can make you feel so much better.â
Whenever he speaks, goosebumps travel across my skin.
He lowers his head and drags his tongue across my slit. Itâs wet and warm, emulating the essence of the cream between my legs. His mouth moves all over my center and I can feel myself pulsate against him. He sucks me, licks me, completely consumes me, and all I can do is yell his name. I lock my fingers onto his hair every time he makes me moan.
âYou taste so good.â The vibration of his words travel through my walls.
Just like his kisses, his mouth is rough and needy, wanting to taste every bit of me. He swallows every bit of liquid that oozes out and I can tell his mouth is drenched because of me.
As he continues devouring me with his tongue, I feel the length of his fingers tease my entrance. He slides them into me and my moans begin to amplify. My back arches further and the tension continues to build.
His tongue and his fingers move perfectly in sync, I canât take it. Itâs wet, sloppy, and the drumming around my clit leaves me enchanted. I can feel myself reaching my limit.
âDonât stop,â I pant. My moans become louder and I can feel the tingles creep into my core. âIâ Iâm gonna come.âÂ
His pace remains steady, but that doesnât stop the pleasure from climbing. He doesnât pick up his head to speak, but the way he drives into me lets me know heâs saying, âCome for me.â
The thought leaves me in absolute heat. I let out one last moan and I feel the orgasm flow through my body. Waves of ecstasy slam against every end of my body. For a moment, I stay still, taking deep breaths and feeling every tingle leave my body. The clouds of Suguruâs cursed energy are still floating around us and I remember that this time, itâs not actually a dream.
I keep my eyes locked on Suguru as he climbs off of the couch. His hair is disheveled and his shirt is wrinkled, but he still looks as handsome as ever. He offers his hand to pull me up, and greets me with a kiss. I feel him pull away, but he remains close and utters softly, âIâm not done with you yet, beautiful.â
He gently turns me around and starts to unzip my dress. As his fingers brush off the fabric on my shoulders he tells me, âIâm warning you now⊠Iâve done my best to remain steady, but if I start to slip I canât promise that youâll like who I become. Are you sure you still want to do this?â
My dress drops to the floor and his gaze roams my body.
I slowly lift up his shirt and pull him close. âItâs okay Suguru, I can take it.â
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Suguru grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me into a fevered kiss. His body towers over me as I race to take off the rest of his clothes. When I make my way to his pants, I let my hand graze the length of his cock. He immediately hardens beneath me and the air takes another shift. The haze of blue swirls fade into red and his skin runs hot like fire.
I can barely pull down his slacks before he grabs my waist to pull me up against him. His skin is smooth, his chest is hard, and I can feel him brush against my center. When his strong grip takes a hold of my ass, I wrap my legs around him while he walks us to his room.Â
He sets me on the bed and guides me down until my back presses against his sheets. The lights are off, but the red fog illuminates the roomâallowing me to make out the contours of his body.
He looms over me and begins to rub my clit. I hum in pleasure and roll my head back.
âYouâve barely even touched me and Iâm already breaking,â he growls. He takes another look at my body and I can feel the hunger in his eyes. âYou are god damn beautiful.â
Suguru uncovers his cock, and I can feel my eyes widen. Heâs big. And I mean big. As he tugs against it, I feel my eyes locking onto himâheâs mesmerizing.
âIs something the matter, princess?â he smirks. His brow arches like itâs a challenge. âLike you said⊠you can take it.â
I do my best to bite back a smile as my heart continues to race. The haze grows brighter around us.
Suguru lowers himself onto the bed, guiding himself into me. He stretches me so wide, forcing me to moanâbut I know itâs only the tip. He continues to ease himself inside and I canât help but gasp for air.
Once my walls adjust to his size, he grips my thighs and picks up his tempo. I can feel his whole length beat against my cervix. I cry in pleasure as my back arches and my eyes begin to shut.
âEyes on me, baby girl. The whole time.â My eyes shoot open and see a fiendish smile dance across his face. âNow show me how much of a slut you can be.â
He moves one hand up my body, stopping to stroke my nipple, before landing on the edge of my neck. His fingers gently press on the sides of my throat, leaving just enough passage for air to flow through. His touch is violent, his voice is stern, but all of it has me dripping in delight.
My mind goes numb, registering only the feelings of pleasure and pain. I knew he was large, but the magnitude of his cock leaves me speechless. I keep my gaze fixed on him as he drives inside me, making me cry out louder each time. All I can make out is, âFuck, Suguru.â
âThatâs my girl. Louder,â he growls. âLet me hear how much you need me.â
My moans begin to amplify, but that only makes his thrusts go deeper. I donât know who this Suguru is, but he tames me like an animal and fucks me like a beast. Everything about this makes me crave him so much more. My thighs clench at the thought, making the juices leave my body. âFuckâthat feelsâŠsoâgood.â My words are breathy and labored.
âYour pussy is so tight. Fitting for a little slut like you.â He releases briefly and forcefully flips me over. As he grabs a fistfull of my hair to pull me close to his face, I feel him whisper. âLetâs see how well you can take me from behind.â
He keeps his grip wrapped in my hair, and my head presses into his chest. I feel his power surge through me as he pushes his way back inside. My center is so wet, he makes driving into me seem effortless. When he rams into the front of my walls, I feel myself squeeze around him.
Suguru releases my hair, but he wastes no time. His fingers move to hook into my mouth, leaving every part of my body filled. His other hand remains painfully gripped around my waist. I struggle to catch my breath when his pressure doesnât let up.
âYou feel so good, baby girl. I could fuck you forever.â The vibration of his voice tickles the side of my throat. His pace is steady but his movements are rough and relentless.
Every beat has me screaming in desire.
Suguru lets his hands trail from my mouth to my center and uses the wetness on his fingers to rub my clit. Iâm overwhelmed with pleasure as I feel my folds throb against him. With my mouth free, he plants hungry kisses onto my lips and I can feel my body wanting to release.
His hips continue to strike into me, causing tears to well into my eyes. They fall down my cheek, but his tongue slowly cleans it up before he returns his mouth back to mine.
The pressure inside grows and I feel my climax calling for me. Heâs so good. All of him feels so good. I canât stop thinking about the way he looks, the way he feels, how perfect he is inside of me. âPlease donât stop, Iâmâgonnaââ I can barely speak, let alone breathe. âCome.â
âAs my little slut should. Donât worry, Iâve got you.â His breath quickens and the way his body moves tells me heâs close too. âDo you want me to come inside of you?â
I moan with pleasure and thatâs the only confirmation he needs.
Suguru roars in desire, but the volume of my cry rivals him. I feel him release inside of me as tides of my orgasm flow through my body. My ears are ringing and my fingers go numb.
His come feels hot as it shoots up through me. As his grip tenses around me, I can feel them leaving bruises on my skin. He catches his breath and slowly glides his way out of me. I can feel his liquid dripping down my thighs.
I let myself settle back down onto the bed, feeling the remnants of my orgasm drift away.
Suguru adjusts himself so that his mouth hovers inches away from my ear. âThank you for gracing me with that perfect little pussy.â he whispers.
No, Suguru. Thank you.
Chapter 7: Relax
The morning comes and the sun beams brightly through the windows. I wake up and see Suguruâs arm wrapped around me. His embrace gives me comfort, and I never want to let go. As I adjust myself to see his face, I notice how the rays of sun bounce off his back. The light illuminates the outline of his silhouetteâhe is truly an angel.
I think back last nightâhow raw, powerful, and commanding he was. But as I look at him now, I see that thereâs no sign of the animal he once was. His eyes are softly shut, his mouth is calm, and his hair is gently swept across his face. I brush back the strands that have fallen, and place a delicate kiss on his cheek. With one last look of admiration, I slowly inch my way out of the bed to grab a glass of water.
âNo, donât go,â he softly groans. Heâs half asleep, but his grasp pulls me right back next to him. He caresses the contours of my naked body, and Iâm reminded of how good it feels to have his hands around me.
I let out a little chuckle, âIâm getting water, Iâll be right back.â I give him another kiss and he surrenders. I hear him grumble but he doesnât fight back as I wiggle my way out of the bed.
I make my way through the living room, and back to the kitchen. Sunlight pours through the windows, unveiling the aftermath of our night. Our clothes are everywhere, the furniture is skewed, and the pillows from the couch have been dumped on the floor.
As I pick up the mess, I hear the door unlock and my heart immediately drops into my stomach. Fuck. Iâm completely bare. Running back to the room would take too much time, so I race to put on the shirt that Suguru wore the night before. Who the hell is even at theâŠoh, itâs Satoru. I forgot they were roommates.
When I realize itâs Satoru, I feel my heart stop and a powerful rage fills me. Iâm reminded of the anger, the horror, and the embarrassment I felt Friday afternoon. I thought I could look past it, but I let my emotions consume me.
As the door closes, I hear a vexing voice drifting my way. âLooks like someone had a little fun last night.â
I march up to him as the hems of Suguru's shirt brush against my knees. âWhat the hell is your problem, Satoru?â
He continues setting down his belongings. âFor someone who looks like they had great sex, you seem a little feisty.â His tone is mellow, his grin is smug. Itâs everything I hate about him.Â
All I want to do is scream, but with Suguru asleep, my voice remains hushed. âOneâyes, I did have great sex, thank you for noticing. But twoâIâm furious with you. What happened on Friday? You literally just left me there. And threeâWhat is your problem? What kind of sick person does that?â
Satoru leans himself against the table. âListen, angel. I did you a favor.â
I rush in front of him to block the noise from traveling too far. âKeep it down,â I snap at him.
Satoru picks himself up and takes a step towards me. His face hovers over me and I can feel my heart shudder. Our gaze latches onto each other as he softly whispers in my ear. âYou seemed like you were enjoying yourself there, and trust me⊠while I wouldâve loved to go further, I couldnât take that away from Suguru.â
My arms cross and my stare remains unwavering. I scoff in his face. âYou are so annoying. What makes you think I would ever let you have sex with me?â
âYou wouldnât?â He fires back quickly.
My jaw drops. I want to shoot back, but Iâm at a complete loss for words. The hesitation is enough for his look to become even more self-assured.
He steps a bit closer and the heat from his body warms the air. âIâm just kidding angel. Although, Iâm sure Suguru wouldnât mind sharing.â
I push him back with enough force for him to bump the table. âSatoru!â
He makes his way around me and charges straight for the rooms. âYou know what? We can just ask him about that right now. Hey Suââ
âSatoru, shut up!â I try to pull him back but his force is too strong.
A raspy voice emerges. âGood morning,â Suguru appears from the hallway leading to the room. He looks at us and breaks into a gentle laughter. âI guess some things never change with you two.â
He walks over to me, wrapping his hand around my waist to give me a kiss. âNice shirt.â
My cheeks flush as I'm reminded that all I have on is Suguruâs oversized tee. I cling to him in embarrassment.
Satoru watches us move to the couch as he grabs a drink from the refrigerator. His brow perks up with interest. âThis is new. Looks like you two had a fun night,â he calls from across the room.
I feel my eyes burn as I glare at him.
Suguru wraps his arm around me as a gesture of reassurance and I settle into his arms. âSatoru, relax. Donât you have other women to fuck or bother? Leave mine alone.â He kisses me on the forehead and I look up at him with affection.
Satoru grabs his drink and strolls to his room. âYes, your majesty,â he mocks Suguru lovingly. He turns to me with a sarcastic bow. âSorry mâlady, please go about your day.â
I roll my eyes at him before directing my attention to Suguru. âHow do you do that?â I ask curiously.
âDo what?â he replies.
âI donât know, wrangle him? Satoru always listens to you.â
âI get him out of so many things, he basically owes me for life.â
âYouâre always looking out for everyone, arenât you?" I smile because this is the Suguru I know and love. Nothing about him could ever scare me away.
He turns to look at me like Iâm the only person in the world. âBut itâs only fun when I get to do it for you.â
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Our morning together is exactly what I hoped it would be. We spend a good bulk of our time preparing breakfastâgrilling fish and whipping up tamagoyaki, just to scarf it down with a side of rice.
Unfortunately for me, Satoru joins us for the meal. However, Iâm pleasantly surprised when he decides to keep the conversation tame. As much as I hate the guy, heâs not completely intolerable. We spend a few moments cracking jokes and I watch them playfully argue about who would win in a fight. As I look around the table, I smile. Iâm overjoyed with the feelings of nostalgia that whip through my soul.
After we finish cleaning up our meal, Satoru heads back into his room while Suguru and I plop ourselves on the couch. He rests one elbow on the armrest, and the other around my shoulder. I snuggle myself into him and rest my head on his chest. He plants a kiss on my forehead and His eyes light up with his genuine smile.
I've shared many years of my life with Suguru, yet none of them have been quite like this. His cuddles comfort me, his kisses revive me, and his touchâwell, his touch ignites me in ways I canât describe.
âYou know, I could stay like this forever,â I say to him.
âWhat do you mean?â His brow lifts.
âBeing cuddled up against you. Itâs the best feeling.â I smile because itâs true.
âI mean, donât get me wrong, this is great,â he begins. âBut I can think of a couple more things that might feel better.â He moves from the armrest, letting his fingers graze my chest and dance down my body. He lifts up the hem of my shirt.
A jolt of arousal runs through me when I feel the pads of his fingers rub against my panties.
âSuguru!â I playfully push him off with a smile.
He raises his brow and smirks. âWhatâs wrong? Donât think you can handle another round?â
âSatoru is right there,â I murmured, carefully keeping my voice down.
Suguru adjusts himself to get a better angle of my lips and presses his mouth against mine. âHe can fuck off. Let him see.â
My attention is immediately averted when I hear a passing voice coming from the bathroom.
âIâm right here,â Satoru calls out as he crosses the opening in the hallway.
Without breaking the kiss, Suguru lifts his hand from me, and I shift my eyes to see his middle finger raised at Satoru. I chuckle.
Satoru returns to his room and shuts the door. Once weâre back to being alone, Suguru returns my kisses and focuses his attention back to my folds.
The pleasure rises as I feel his lips part and he slips his tongue into my mouth. He hums against my lips as his fingers gently rub my clit. No matter how many times he touches me, I still feel a rush. My body gets lighter as it drifts away, in search of euphoria and I mutter curses under my breath. I wish this feeling would never stop. My thighs begin to clench as I feel liquid form between them. This is soâÂ
Buzz. I hear his phone chime on the table. He silences it and stays fixated on me.Â
Buzz. He tries to ignore it, hoping it will pass.
Buzz. He hesitates. Now completely distracted, he momentarily breaks away. âIâm so sorry. Do you mind if I take this real quick?â
I nod, moving from him so he can get up to take the call. I canât really make out the conversation, but judging from his tone, it doesnât seem great.
He hangs up the phone and shoots me with an apologetic smile, âYaga needs me to help with some curse clean up, but it shouldnât take long. I promise. Do you mind if I step away for a little bit?â
My brow furrows. âWhy doesnât he ever call for Satoruâs help?â
âFor what itâs worth, he does call him. But have you met Satoru?â
âYeah youâre right.â I remember our conversation from earlier. I get him out of so many things, he basically owes me for life. Damn you, Satoru. You owe himâor rather me, big time. I let out a sigh as disappointment washes over me.
Suguru gives me a soft kiss, though he knows that isnât enough to satisfy the arousal between my legs. âIâm so sorry. Feel free so stay if you want, make yourself feel at home,â he starts. âItâs 12 right now, so Iâll probably be back in an hourâtwo hours, max. I promise.â
As he gathers himself together, Satoru approaches from his room and appears in the hallway crossing. He rests his arm on the edge of the frame and directs himself to Suguru. âHey, I heard some shuffling, are you going somewhere?â
My eyes widen as I notice Satoruâs body stretched along the wall. Heâs only wearing a pair of sweats while his top is completely bare. The sun from the windows hits the contours of his muscles, making his skin glisten. His white hair rests gently on his face as he tilts his head in curiosity. The blue in his eyes are centered on Suguru but the color still pierces my vision from afar.
My gaze goes from the top of the frame and travels down the length of Satoruâs forearms. It reaches the subtle curves of his bicep and slowly creeps down to the lines of his chest and the ridges of his abs. His build is lean, and his body is defined. My eyes slowly roam as they follow the lines of the V-shaped trail that leads right down toâfuck. Stop.
What am I doing?
I snap out of it and return to find myself plugged in mid-conversation.
â...I can go if you want,â Satoru finishes.Â
Suguru continues to round up his things, but pauses to place an arm on Satoruâs shoulder and sighs. âI would love that, truly. But no offense, youâd probably get yourself into trouble. Yaga would just call me anyways to clean up your mess too.â He turns to me with a regretful look, pleading for forgiveness. âItâs just faster if I do it myself, I promise Iâll be quick.â
Satoru huffs as he rolls his eyes. âYouâre right, but offense has still been taken.â
One more kiss and Suguru heads to the door. âBe a good mentor and take care of her while Iâm gone. Try not to be an asshole.â His voice trails, but he stops momentarily to give me one last heartfelt smile. The door closes and my gut churns as Iâm left staring at a shirtless Satoru.
Satoru lifts himself off of the frame and heads back to his room. Before the door shuts, he mockingly calls out, âDonât worry angel, Iâll keep my hands to myself.â
I shake my head and let out an exasperated breath. Even when heâs being cordial, he still gets under my skin.
With Suguru gone, Iâm unsure of what to do. My core still feels tight and thereâs the lingering arousal between my legs. Satoru has locked himself in his room, so it feels like I have most of the apartment to myself. I use this as the perfect opportunity to draw myself a bath so I can finally relax.Â
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Stepping into the tub, the immediate warmth cocoons me. It reminds me of being wrapped in Suguruâs embrace. I take a few moments to unwind, feeling the comfort of the water against my skin. My head rests on the edge of the tub as I close my eyes and let my mind driftâŠ
SlowlyâŠ
SlowlyâŠ
DriftâŠ
My vision jumps to Suguru as he hums into my breasts and teases my folds. His touch is warm and playful, but itâs no surprise that I long for more. The image in my mind is clear, but the feeling falls short. I let my hands slip between my thighs and let the gentle pressure of my fingers fuel my fantasy.
The image shifts, and I envision how Suguruâs frame completely overpowers me. His shoulders are wide, his muscles are thick, and I let my eyes trail down his beautiful body. The contours of his abs feel like steel, but his skin is smooth as his hips rock against me. My gaze reaches his cock and itâs already trickling in arousal.
He teases me, gently sliding the tip across my slit. I bite my lip to hold back my whimper. When he sees how needy I am for him, he guides his length into me and I feel him expand my walls. I let myself mimic the motions with my hands and a rush of pleasure flows through me.
Suguru grinds his hips, thrusting everything he has into me until my pussy is completely filled. The rhythmic motion leaves me dizzy and I can feel my vision beginning to blur. The tension inside me boils as I imagine the friction of his cock massaging me. All of his ridges compliment my own and I can feel myself drip with desire.
Suguruâs presence invades my thoughts and a moan escapes my breath. As I feel myself pulsate against the pressure of my fingers, a devilish voice drifts through my head. Though I canât make out the voice, the thought just fuels my fire.
âHe would tell you youâre soaking wet,â I continue working my clit until Iâm on the brink of pleasure. I squirm as the tingles of my orgasm begin to peek over the horizon.
âHe would say youâre god damn beautiful,â The words make my core flutter and my center continues to throb. Iâm close, so close. The image in my head flips.
âDoes he make you feel good?â Yes. So good. A vision of Satoru pounding into me resonates through my body. Iâm about toâ
âYes, angel. Come forââ Fuck.
My eyes immediately shoot open when I realize the narrator of my thoughts. No, no, no, no. That did not just happen. I feel like I just woke up from a mortifying nightmare. ButâŠif itâs a nightmare, then why do I still feel myself quiver? Stop.
I grab my towel and I shake my head to wipe away the image. As I let the bath drain, I find myself deep in thought. Why the hell is Satoru in my head and how do I get him out? I press my fingertips against my temples. Please just leave.
I try to collect myself, but memories of Friday with Satoru flood my brain. I get flashbacks of his fingers pressing into me and I immediately feel weak. I remember his tongue on my center and it makes my heart skip a beat. Stop. In my haste, I bolt out the door and collide into a large figure.Â
I lift my head up to see Satoru standing before me. The warmth of his skin bounces off of me. âWhat the hell are you doing?â My voice is raised, but he doesnât realize itâs because he invaded my thoughts.Â
Satoru furrows his brow with one hand holding a towel around his waist, and the other raised up in defense. âWhoa, canât I take a bath in my own house?â
My pupils dilate when I realize our towels are the only thing in between our bodies. It takes every bit of willpower to not let my eyes linger below his waist. I decide to keep my head down and swiftly maneuver past him. âOh, right. Fine, just go ahead.â I get to the front of Suguruâs door, and my hand hovers over the knob.
Before I can turn it, Satoru calls out to me. âBy the way, I noticed you were a little loud in there.â I try to move, but my body stands still. âWere those moans for me?â
Iâm frozen in shock. I tilt my head to see if his gaze is darting towards meâitâs not. Instead, all I see is his towel drop, but the door shuts before I can see it hit the floor. Nice assâStop.
My cheeks flush, my heart races, and Iâm pretty sure my entire soul has left my body. How do I leave every interaction with Satoru feeling absolutely mortified?
Chapter 8: Repeat
Were those moans for me? No. YesâI mean kinda? So what if they were? Fucking hell, this cannot be happening right now. Stupid Satoru and his stupid charm.
As I struggle to push the thoughts aside, I check the clock and itâs 12:30 pm. Itâs only been thirty minutes since Suguru left. Thatâs okay, I can just relax in his room and avoid Satoru for the next hour and a half. I let out a groan and try to figure out my next move.
I set the towel down and look at my options for clothingâSuguruâs shirt from last night, dirty. The dress that I wore here, dirty. My panties sitting on the floor, soaked⊠and dirty. With my options limited, I settle for a fresh t-shirt from Suguruâs dresser, hoping he wonât mind. Similar to the last one, this one barely grazes my kneesâbut itâs cozy nonetheless.
I spend some time mindlessly scrolling away on my phone, until my stomach starts to growlâI havenât eaten since breakfast. I tiptoe my way to the door and press my ear against the wood to see if thereâs any sign of Satoru in the common space. It seems quiet, so I think the coast is clearâbut of course, it isnât.
Satoru is sitting at the dining table with his headphones in. He looks like heâs intently watching something on his phone. His hair is a bit wet, and he still hasn't gotten around to putting on a shirt. Canât blame him though, it is his apartment after all. After a moment, he notices that Iâve stepped out of Suguruâs room and pauses the video to talk to me.
âOh hey, youâre alive! I thought you were either masturbating, napping, or dead so I didnât want to disturb you.â
I give him a half smile, spotting an unfinished plate of food resting in front of him. It reminds me why I went out in the first place.
âYouâre probably hungry. Here, I can warm up something for you.â Before I can protest, heâs already up to grab me a plate, some chopsticks, and containers from the refrigerator.
âOh okay, thanks.â Satoru hasnât teased me yet. In fact, heâs actually being nice? So far so good. I take a seat at the table and try to figure out whatâs playing on his phone. âWhat are you watching?â
âItâs this movie about some mad scientist who turnsââ
âPeople into worms,â I help finish off his sentence.
He smiles. âYeah, Human Earthworm 4. You know it? One of my students keeps pestering me to watch it. Itâs messed up, but I actually think itâs kinda funny.â
âYeah, I knew I recognized it! Iâve seen this one before and itâs pretty good. Unlike the others, this one feels more like a romance.â I reply with a laugh.Â
After setting down my food, Satoru disconnects his headphones and moves his plate to the spot next to mine. He props his phone in between us and we spend the last 20 minutes of the movie eating our lunch, huddled closely together around his phone. His body heat radiates as our shoulders touch, sending a brief shock through me.
When we finish our meal, I wipe down the table while he washes the dishes in the sink. We laugh about the movie, share sentiments about the storyline, Satoru even comes up with theories on what Human Earthworm 5 would be like. In moments like this, Iâm reminded of the times in our mentorship where we actually got along. This is niceâthis Satoru is nice.
As I finish putting the last container back into the fridge, I hear him turn off the faucet. I turn around to see him dry his hands and lean on the edge of the counter. I can tell something in his demeanor has changed. His mouth opens to say something, but he decides to keep it shut.
âIs everything okay?â
He looks away, scratching the back of his head as if heâs nervous to speak. âSo, you never answered my question.â
âWhat question?â
âYour bath. Your moans. Were theyââ
I immediately cut him off while my eyes roll, and my shoulders drop. I was hoping he wouldnât bring it up, but I shouldâve known better. All Satoru wants to do in life is get under my skin. âI really donât understand you. I know youâre capable of being a nice and normal human being, so why do you insist on antagonizing me like this?â
He takes a step forward, like itâs a challenge. âYouâre not denying it, so I canât be completely wrong.â
My mouth twitches open, but I hesitate. I guess Iâm not denying it.
Satoru moves another inch closer, causing me to take a small step back. His powerful presence is all I can feel. His velvety tone delivers his words nice and slow. âDo you want to know the beauty of the Six Eyes, angel? It means that I can see everything.â
I feel the heat rush to my cheeks and I take in a sharp breath. Everything? What does he mean by everything? âWhâWhat are you talking about?â I stammer.
His words are paced and methodical. âI see the way your cursed energy changes every time I walk in the room.â
Thereâs silence.
â...I can see the way it gravitates towards me when I rest on the doorframe, and the way it struggles to hold your gaze up when Iâm wrapped in a towel.â
The sound of my heart fills the room.
â...I see the way it vibrates when you try to get a glimpse of my ass.â
My jaw drops open, but nothing comes out.
â...And I definitely see it sync with your heartbeat whenever I whisper in your ear.â
His hand grazes my shoulder while the other gently caresses my waist. I let him. My gaze locks onto his and Iâm completely hypnotized.
Satoru slowly leans down and stops until his face is next to mine. âYou want me, angel.â
I stiffen my spine, in hopes of him seeing that I wonât back down. But who am I kidding? Iâve already been caught in his trap. As I take in the scent of his freshly bathed body, I feel myself gush between my thighs. In that instant, Iâm reminded that my only piece of clothing is an oversized shirt. âSo what if I do?â
Satoru smiles, gently pinning me against the refrigerator. He places his forehead on top of mine and can feel his gaze burn through me. âDo you remember the rules I told you about on your first day back?â
OneâIf you want me, donât want me.
TwoâIf you need me, donât need me.
ThreeâIf you need my help, help yourself first.
I let him lift my chin and gently kiss my lips. âI think they were for me more than they were for you. Because right now, I want you too.âÂ
When I kiss him back, I feel his touch become more needy. I havenât said a single word, but he knows my actions speak louder. He grabs my waist and flips me around so that my hips are pinned against his counter, allowing him to go deeper into the kiss. His grip is demanding, desperate to feel every bit of my body.
âI played nice and let Suguru have his fun, but Iâm telling you right nowâI need you.â He briefly pulls away and I see a rush of desire filling his hungry eyes. âSo please angel, help me.â
I direct one of his hands to the bulge of his pants and the other underneath my shirt and in between my legs. âHow about you help yourself first.â
âNo panties? Angel, youâre making this way too easy.â Satoru tugs down his pants to reveal his cock, stroking it as he teases my folds. He drops his forehead onto my shoulder and I hear him groan as he pleases himself. The size of his length is enough to make me gasp. I watch his large hands tug on it before my vision is blocked by Satoru pressing his lips into mine.
My arms stretch back onto the counter and I can feel the coolness of the sink spike through my fingers. My head rolls back and the rays of sunlight blind me as Satoru kisses his way down my neck.
âI always thought you were a good girl,â he growls in my ear. âI never expected you to prove me wrong.â
The words send shivers down my spine and I immediately tangle my fingers into his hair. He slides his fingers inside of me and my slick oozes out onto his hands. I feel the warmth of his pads, the ridges of his knuckles, I feel everything. He glides himself in and out, and the pressure instantly makes my walls convulse.
He continues to jack himself off and his breath becomes labored. The warmth in his breath hugs me as his kisses move back to my mouth. Heâs desperately clinging to my lips and I can hear his groans as I tug on his hair.
He breaks away, panting, leaving our faces inches from each other. âDo you want to know the real reason I left that day?â he reveals.Â
My gaze locks onto his beautiful blue eyes.
âIf I stayed, I wouldâve wanted more. I wouldâve dropped my limitless and it would be over.â Satoru slows down the pace of his fingers, and I feel myself dripping down on him with excitement. I guide the rest of his pants off and he gently lifts off my shirt.
The softness of his skin roams my body, leaving a trail of fire within me. When his hands are done searching, he drags them up to cup my face. âI left because⊠If I had the chance to feel you, and I mean really feel you, I wouldâve fucked you until your legs give out.â
My mouth twitches and I raise my brow to challenge him. âProve it.â
Before I can even think, Satoruâs hands race to grab a hold of my thighs. He lifts me up until my elbows are resting on the counter and my feet are off the floor. His grip is powerful as he drives his cock straight into me. No easing, no adjusting, just pure thrusting. I immediately throw my head back and moan in sincere delight, knocking over the dish rack behind me.
His hands venture over to my ass, squeezing so hard like he wants to milk every last bit of me. I donât mind the bruises as long as it showers me with bliss. The pounding of his hips against mine reverberates through the entire room. All I hear is our moans mix with groans and heâs fucking me senseless like a messy symphony of pleasure and pain.Â
As his cock drills into me, I feel my back ache as he presses me into the counter. The edges dig into me, but the arousal between my legs overpowers it all. âFuck.â
When Satoru notices, he eases his stroke to pick me up, and carries me to the table. âMaybe this will be a little more comfortable for you.â
I feel my cheeks touch the surface and slowly lower my back onto the wood. Satoru picks up one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder. Once he settles, he resumes pace and doesnât let up. Whatever angle he has me at has his cock ramming directly into the sensitive spot in my pussy. I struggle to find a grip on the table, causing the vase of faux plants to crash.Â
âAngel, you are so tight.â His words have my moans growing louder by the second. How can I be an angel when Satoru fucks me like heâs the god damn devil?
His pace slowly increases and I feel my orgasm works its way to my core. âSâso close.â
Satoru removes his hold from my waist and brings his fingers to his mouth. He wraps his lips around them, before placing them on my clit. The initial shock stuns me, causing my walls to contract. He works with an even pressure, smearing all of my slick around me. The vibrations of his fingers build up inside of me and I can feel my body on the brink of release. He gives one last thrust, knocking down a chair and shaking the table, and I immediately crumble.
My orgasm shoots out from my core, down my legs, and through my toes. I let out a moan but it feels like my cry can be heard from miles away. The pleasure overtakes me and a rush of ecstasy floods my brain. My eyes snap shut, my body tenses, but as my orgasm fades, I wonder if I just died and got railed to heaven.
Satoru falls over me, panting hard to catch his breath. He lifts his head and curls his mouth into a smile. I return his smile with a complementary chuckle.
I slowly prop myself up when suddenly, a voice suddenly emerges from the hallway. âSatoru, you cheeky little bastard. When I said take care of her, I didnât mean it like that.â Fuck. Suguru.
My mind goes blank and I canât even move. Satoruâs head perks up as he turns to face Suguru. The air is tense and the silence lingers for far too long. Time slows down and it feels like no one has moved in what feels like hours. As I focus my attention on Suguru, Iâm puzzled to see the reaction on his face. I fully expect anger and rage, but itâsâŠnot?
âHey, Iââ Satoru starts.
Suguru lifts up his brow and the side of his mouth twitches into a smirk. âWell, are you going to let me join, or am I just gonna sit here and watch?â
As my eyes widen, Satoru turns his head back towards me. âSee angel, I told you he wouldnât mind sharing.â
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miguel comes from work stressed
miguel o hara x female reader
A/N - HIIII this is my very first fic, i didnât want to start it off with smut but something cute and short with cuddling and nurturing!
iâm actually so nervous because iâve never actually posted one of my stories publicly but i hope you enjoy! Also feel free to request what characters and different story lines that i should do next. đđ LOVE YOUUU!
Steam fogged up the bathroom as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my velvet robe loosely around me. The smell of my body wash still lingered in the air, the warm dim coloured lights gave the room a nice golden hue. Everything was perfectly put together until I heard the front door creak openâfollowed by heavy footsteps and the familiar keys jingling sound. Miguel was home.
I smiled to myself, already feeling the excitement of him being back.
The bedroom door opened and there he was. A tall muscular figure was slumped in the doorway. His face looked tired, maybe even a bit stressed, but I couldnât quite tell what was wrong with him, but I brushed it off whilst standing up.
âHey baby, how was work?â I flashed him a smile.
Putting his things down, he looked at me and gave me a half-smile that was painfully fake, sighed, and disappeared into the bathroom without a single word. Usually, heâd have some sarcastic remark, but this time it was surprisingly nothing.
I got into bed, replaying the same scene many times in my head and tried my best not to overthink what couldâve happened and why he was acting like this. He came out after a while, fresh from the shower, and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me, pulling on his pajama bottoms. The silence was getting awkward.
âMiguel?â I asked, almost a whisper.
âHmm?â He didnât turn around.
âIs everything⊠okay?â
He nodded but still didnât face me.
âI havenât seen you all day. I miss you. Come here, please?â
He finally turned, and I noticed the deep bags that pulled on his eyes like an anchor. His face looked sunken, like he hadnât slept in days. My jaw clenched a little and a flush of remorse was displaced all over my face, but I tried not to let it show. I opened my arms inviting him in, and without a second thought, he crawled across the bed and fell onto me.
He lay on top of me, his head on my chest, sinking me into the mattress.
I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing small kisses onto his forehead and his thumb brushing back and forth against my waist.
A while passed before I thought it was alright to ask him.
I slightly whispered, âWanna talk about it?â
He lazily nodded.
âWork. Iâm just⊠tired of it all. Itâs been non-stop, and I barely get to see you anymore. I donât want to keep feeling like this.â
âI know,â I murmured, kissing the top of his head. âYouâre working too hard. You need a break. One or two days will not kill anyone, I promise.â
He gave a tiny nod, not saying anything, just lying there. I lifted his chin and kissed him softly on the lips.
âI love you, Miguel. Take a break, for me?â
âYeahâŠâ he mumbled, sounding half asleep as he cuddled into me. His breathing slowed whilst his body relaxed.
A few minutes passed, and I heard a soft snore. I smiled, nudging him.
âAre you already asleep?â
ââŠNo,â he mumbled, but it was obvious he was.
I laughed quietly, âSureeeâ I said in a playful tone.
I held him closer as we both drifted off to sleep.
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I'm sorry this is cheesy as hell but if possible could you do smth where reader has a huge crush on Peter pettigrew. She falls off a ladder in the library or smth like idk she falls from something high and Pete catches her lol đđ
thank you for requesting ! i hope you like it :)
â falling for you
peter pettigrew x reader â
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The halls were buzzing with talk of chocolates and love potions, Valentine's Day just around the corner. You strolled into the library, the soft rustling of pages a calming contrast to the busyness of the rest of the castle. Your friend (crush) Peter has recently mentioned to you that he had started becoming more interested in magical creatures, and that's why you thought to find your favorite book on the topic for him to read. The two of you met last year when you were both assigned to take care of a baby Puffskein for a month. Peter was too scared of the fluffy creature's tongue to get near him, so he usually just notes from afar while you played with the puff. Unfortunately for you, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was on a shelf only Peter's friend and your Herbology partner Remus could reach if he was wearing high heels. You reached for your wand and groaned when you realized you had left it in your room, rushing to the library because you wanted to hand Peter the book by dinner. You decided to put your brain and arms to work and pulled a table over to the shelf the book was stored, huffing as you finally succeeded and climbed on top of the table.
"So, when are you introducing us to your secret girlfriend, Petey?"
"She's not my girlfriend." Peter whined, sliding Sirius' hand off of him.
The boys were following Remus into the library so he could return a few books he needed for an essay, and Sirius could not help but tease Peter as he had accidentally let it slip that he may have a little crush.
"Not yet." singsonged James, the teasing grin on his face dropping as he bumped into Remus back, the taller boy stopping abruptly.
"Hey Y/N, what are you doing up there?"
The four boys looked into the aisle Remus stopped in front of to see you on top of the table with a green book in your hand. You smiled sheepishly and waved your free hand, your eyes lingering a little longer on Peter, who returned your smile.
"Oh, hi guys. I was just grabbing a book for Peter."
Sirius and James looked at each other with a certain glint in their eyes, noticing how Peter looked up at you as if you had hung up each star in the sky yourself.
"So this is who you've been crushing on, eh? She's cute." Sirius winked at you.
"And thoughtful little thing, spending time out of her day just to find you a book!" chimed James, nudging Peter with his elbow.
"Hey- she's not- Sirius no-" Peter sputtered, his face red with embarrassment as he looked up at you with wide eyes. Months of pining and his feelings are exposed to you in the library? Because of Sirius? The teasing duo snickered to themselves as the watched their friend turn to the color of a tomato.
Remus sent you an apologetic smile before hitting James and Sirius on the back of the head and dragging them away so he could finally return his books, and to leave you two alone. Peter glanced up as you, surprised to see your cheeks pinkened as well, but still feeling humiliated to have his crush on you outed by his friends. He cleared his throat and straightened his posture before taking a step towards you.
"You.. were looking for a book, for me?"
You perked up and nodded, suddenly feeling self conscious as you were towering a few feet over him on the table. At least his friends has left so they wouldn't see you embarrass yourself in front of Peter.
"Oh! Yes, I was excited that you wanted to learn more about magical creatures, and there's only so much I can teach you, so I thought I'd find you a book." You smiled, holding out the book for him to take, but your foot landed too close to the edge of the table. A small squeal left your mouth as you fell, Peter quickly catching you before you hit the ground.
"Well I didn't expect for you to fall for me like that." He chuckled awkwardly, no doubt as red as a quaffle as he held you up in his arms. You stood up properly and set the book down on the table, hoping you weren't blushing as much as you felt you were.
"Thanks, for catching me." you mumbled, picking at some old polish on your nails nervously.
"You know.. I only asked you about magical creatures because I know you were really into them, a-and I wanted to spend more time with you." Peter gnawed on his bottom lip, his fingers anxiously tapping against the sides of his legs. If he was going to confess, it had to be now. He can't stay a cowardly Gryffindor forever, not after meeting you and wanting to impress you.
"I was wondering, if you were free next Saturday?"
"On Valentine's Day?"
"If you have plans already that's alright but if not then maybe you-"
"Peter," you stopped him with a shy smile mirroring his own.
"Of course I'll be your valentine."
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Here is my offering to the RZK Queen!!! Please tell us the most downright filthy things you've thought about Richard, you will NOT be taken to horny jail for this â€ïž
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This ask has been sitting in my drafts for forever and I just overlooked it! So it's time to post it. I put everything under a cut because it's most likely tmi which not everyone is interested it đ€ČđŒ
I am in luck that I don't have to type out a lengthy reply for this ask, since there's already a brilliant masterpost regarding this topic - the wonderful @meinewellemeinstrand put a whole list together of the thirstiest thoughts one could have of this man (she really has a way with words and has an insane talent for thirsting in general, god bless đđŒ), so this sums it up quite nicely:
Yet, I don't want to miss the chance to add some small additional points that specifically relate to my thought process:
Thigh riding I know that the topic 'belly riding' was already mentioned in the post above, yet I want to emphazise how perfect this man's thighs are - sturdy, thick and definitely enough room to ride on it into the sunset. Additionally, with this activity, you can significantly reduce the risk of literally breaking the old man's aging hip. Safety first â
(gif by @dandysnob)
2. Praising Goes both ways. Richard yearns for appreciation and recognition and I am more than ready to give him that, telling him exactly how well he does things and wouldn't be opposed to hearing that from him as well đ
3. Fingers Well. What should I say. Would most likely be better if I just don't say anything. Oh, and marks of his rings on skin please đ€ČđŒ
4. This weird combination of wet Richard absolutely destroying me while this song plays (don't ask me anything, I don't even know):
I won't mention my elaborate fantasy about vampire lord Richard here, as it has taken on absolutely unhealthy proportions. đ
(Since I received an anon yesterday who strongly criticized when people are called Queen or something similar in this fandom, I want to make it clear once again that I do not claim any title for myself and unfortunately do not enjoy the privileges of a queen - although I wouldn't mind if that means being courted by Richard in a medieval setting. đ)
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Hellooo!! I really liked your jealous!Gwyn fic and I got another idea if thatâs okay đ
Imagine Azriel asking Gwyn, âTell me exactly what you want me to doâ and then Gwyn goes explicitly telling him the things she wanted him to do đ
Hi anon đ€ Thank you for the suggestion!! I experimented with it and this is what I came up with...
Gwynriel - 900 words - NFSW
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Tell Me...
âYou will be back soon then?ââ
Azriel smiles at the eagerness in Gwynâs voice. âSoon,ââ he promises. He misses her too. So much that he has spent every second that he is not working thinking about her. Thankfully for him, it seems that this business trip will wrap up earlier than they had all expected.
Gwyn lets out a squeal through the phone that makes him glad it is on loud speaker next to his pillow and not glued to his ear. Azriel imagines the way she must be beaming on her own bed while clutching her pillow.
âIâm so excited! I want the biggest hug possible when you get back.ââ
Azriel chuckles. âOf course. Do you have any other requests, love?ââ
ââYes. I want you all to myself for at least a week.ââ Gwynâs tone, although cheerful, leaves no room for arguments.
ââYes maâam,ââ he gladly replies. Who is he to deny her this when he has been gone for so long. In fact, Azriel has already planned on spending all his days off from work with her when he gets back home.
ââAaand,ââ she drawls. Azriel turns around to lie on his back, waiting for the request that has her lowering her voice. ââTo make up for your absence, I want you to do some things.ââ
Azriel closes his eyes and takes a deep breath while his mind changes the image of Gwyn smiling on her bed to one where her expression is full of the kind of pleasure he knows only he can bring her. ââWhat things?â he asks, knowing where her mind has wandered yet still wanting to hear it from her.
A few silent seconds pass before she replies. âYou know what things.â
âTell me.ââ
âI waant yoou,â Gwyn draws out every word in the way she does whenever she tries to seduce him. Azriel imagines her lying on top of him and running her dark purple nails - that she has sent him a picture of yesterday as soon as she had it done - down his bare chest. Her next words come out in a sultry whisper that makes it impossible for him to not get hard. â⊠to do some things to me.â
His hand move below his waist band as he imagines Gwynâs hand there.
âTell me what you want me to do.â
He cannot explain how, but he can feel the grin spreading on her pretty lips at the needy tone of his voice even before she speaks again.
âI want you to fuck me.â
Azriel lowered his sleeping shorts to free his cock. âGwyn.â He wraps his hand around his cock, wishing again that it was her smaller hands there instead. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do.â
Gwyn hums through the phone. Azriel knows her well enough to know that the little minx is contemplating all the ways she can torture him, as if being apart from her and not being able to touch her is not torture enough.
âI want you, Azriel,â his name coming from her mouth has him tightening his grip on his cock. âI want you to spread my legs and put your mouth on my pussy. I want you to lick me until I beg you to let me come.â
Azriel starts to stroke his cock as slowly as he can while savouring every single one of her words. âThen,â she continues, âAfter youâve taken every drop of my cum, I want you to kiss me. I want to taste my cum from your tongue and know what makes you crave me so much that you can never get enough.â
Screw slow. Azriel groans as he pumps his cock faster, picturing everything she is describing. The slight whimper coming from the phone lets him know that she is touching herself too. Azriel tugs at his hair with his free hand at the thought of her hand buried inside her while she thinks of him.
âDonât stop, love,â he begs her.
Gwyn keeps going, her voice sounding just like it usually does when he has her pinned beneath him, desperate for him.
âI want your cock inside me, Az. I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast.â
Azrielâs hand on his cock moves to the rhythm of Gwynâs words. He strokes himself harder and faster, imagining Gwyn watching his cock, glistening with her wetness and thrusting inside her over and over again. That, combined with the little moans from Gwyn and their heavy breathing soon brings Azriel to his limit.
âI want you to fuck me until I come so hard that I scream your name for everyone to hear. And I want you to keep fucking me until you come inside me.â
âFuck, Gwyn. â His grunt is followed by Gwynâs whine. The sounds she makes get louder, until she moans his name right before she comes with a gasp.
Azriel thinks of her body flushed and shivering in ecstasy while he fucks her through her orgasm. He keeps pumping his cock, toying the line between pain and pleasure until he climaxes, his cum spilling over his hands and chest as his body shudders.
Azriel keeps his eyes closed even after he calms down and his breathing returns to normal. He remains like this until he hears Gwynâs voice through the phone again.
âAz?â
âHm?â is all he manages to reply.
Gwyn laughs. âI canât wait for you to come back.â He canât wait either.
Hope you like it anon â„
#gwynriel#gwyneth berdara#azriel shadowsinger#Gwynriel smut#Sorry it took a while to write anon#If anyone has any request I'm happy to try
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Finger Trap
Summary: Three has a little fun with One's latest creation.
(Anyone else know about those little finger traps?? They usually get handed out as part of the party favors at kids' parties?--Or atleast they used to đ--They are the hardest things to get your fingers back out of once they're fully in! â€ïž Hope you guys enjoy! :) â€ïž)
"Almost . . . Almost---nononon!"
A loud thud followed.
Peter 3 set his phone down and followed the sounds. The voice sounded like it belonged to Peter 1, but the middle Peter couldn't place what the thuds were that followed. It might just be the overprotective genes in him but he decided to go and investigate.
Another thud had him quickening his pace until he finally found himself standing outside of Two's guest room.
"Come on . . . Come on . . . Wha-Oh come on!"
Three knocked on the door. "One? You okay?"
All the noises stopped. "Um, yeah! E-everything's good!"
"Then what's with all of the thudding?"
"Thudding! Nothing's thudding! Who said anything was thudding!"
Three grabbed the door handle. "I'm coming in."
"Wait!"
Peter 3 found One sitting stiffly on the bed with his hands behind his back. ". . . One."
"H-hey Three! What-what's happening?"
The middle Peter stepped further into the room. His eyes scanned the area looking for anything out of the ordinary. "What were you doing in here?"
"Just . . . Shooting practice?"
Three noted a few stray webs but they weren't on the walls or ceiling. "On your jeans?"
". . . Yes?"
Peter 3 took a few steps closer. "Then what's--?"
The conversation paused when the taller Peter's foot stepped on something. He bent down to pick up a small container that looked like pepper spray. "Web dissolvant?"
One bolted.
However, he didn't get far. Three used his free hand to pull him back by his shirt sleeve. "Where are you going?"
The youngest Peter blushed. "I-I wasn't---!"
"Why are your hands still behind your back?"
"I . . ."
"One?"
". . . Yeah?"
"Show me your hands."
The youngest sighed. "I can't."
"I promise. Whatever it is, I won't be mad."
"Th-there's nothing in my hands."
"Peter---."
"My fingers are stuck!"
Out of all of the things Three expected to hear come out his younger brother's mouth, that sentence would have never crossed his mind. "What?"
Peter One looked down at the carpet. "Y-you know those little finger traps?"
"Yeah."
"W-well, they always break when you have spider strength. So . . . I thought, 'Hey! I'm smart! Why don't I make one out of my webs? It'll stand up to spider strength!'"
"Why would---."
"So I-I did and . . . well . . ."
Three's eyes widened. "Are your fingers stuck in your own webbing?"
"In hindsight . . . Putting it on behind my back was not smart."
It took everything in Peter 3 to not start dying of laughter! He huffed and massaged both sides of his jaw to keep it hidden. He wasn't mad, just amused. Three had been a teen once. He knew all about how they got themselves into sticky situations out of pure curiosity.
So after a moment to compse himself, the middle Peter gently turned One around. Sure enough, both of the youngest's pointer fingers were securely fastened by a mess of webbing that did indeed look like a makeshift finger trap.
And Three lost it.
"Hey!" Peter One turned to kick and scowl at his older brother. "Don't laugh!"
"Ihim sohorryhy! I'm sorryhy!" Three ruffled his hair. "Ihim nohot trying to behe mehean! Ihim just relihieved wehe're not havihing aha totally different cohonversahation."
One's eyebrows furrowed together then shot up to his hairline a split second later. "Oh please no! Aunt May's was enough!"
Three's laughter redoubled. Yeah, Uncle Ben had had the same one with him and it was pretty traumatizing.
One was quiet for a bit, then joined Three in laughing. Soon, both of them were doubled over at the hilariousness of the situation.
Once his laughter was finally calmed, Three righted himself. "Ahalrihight, lehet's get thihis startehed."
One giggled.
Three studied the work on the youngest's fingers. "Can you really not get out of this?"
"Nope." One wiggled his fingers as if to prove his point. "I usually cahant."
"Usually?"
"Yeheah. Ive had similar situahations woth my weheb shooters." Peter 1's blush darkened. "Tony always had fuhun wihith that."
A slow smirk spread across Three's face. All of the questions he had about this situation clicked into place.
And it would be such a shame if he didn't give One what he was looking for.
To keep down suspicions, Three shook the can of dissolvant. "Soho what would hehe doho?"
The hairs on One's arms stood up. "Um . . . Well, he would . . . You know!"
The dissolvant slipped quietly into Three's jeans pocket. "I don't think I do. Could you elaborate?"
One groaned. "But you already knohow! Ihi know you doho!"
"Mh-hm. Would it have something to do wiiiiith . . . This?"
A moment later, Three wrapped his arms around the youngest before falling backwards on to the bed.
"Wait! What are you doing!"
Three rolled to the side with his arms still around his baby brother. "Oho, you're ahasking fohor it."
Nervous giggles spilled out of the youngest once he recognized the tone. "Dohont yohou dahare!"
"What's wrohong Uno?" Three's fingers spidered across Peter One's tummy. "Ticklish?"
One squealed. "Threhee!"
"Yohou got yourself ihin this situation Uno."
The youngest Peter squirmed in the cuddle. He may be making a vocal fuss, but he sure wasn't trying that hard to get away.
"Tell me lil Pete---."
"Nohot lihitlehel!"
Three squeezed his side. "Hush child."
Another squeak.
"Now tell me, why were you trying to make a finger trap that wouldn't break under your strength hm?"
The blush darkened.
Three crept his wiggling fingers closer and closer to his baby brother's ribs. "Why Peteeeey?"
A snort slipped out of the youngest as Three's fingers paused just under his ribs, but he made no other reply.
"Also, why did you make sure to mention that fact about Tony you getting stuck in your webs?" The middle Peter jumped his fingers up to spider along One's neck. "You didn't have to mention that information. Just like you didn't have to sit on the bed when I got here or run out of the room or even secure the trap behind your back."
Peter 1 trutled into his shoulders as his blush grew even deeper.
"So let me ask you again lil Pete--"
"Nohot littlehel!"
"Why did you make a Spiderman worthy finger trap?"
"Noho reasohon!"
"Ihi think there was a reason." Three immediately jumped back to tickle One's tummy again. "A tickle reasohon!"
By now, One's face was entirely red as he kicked out his legs and squirmed onto his back instead of his side.
However, no retort ever left his mouth.
"Oh?" Three's fingers immediately spidered to his other side. "Is this why you made it?"
"Shuhut uhup!"
"Awww, that's so cuuuute! You made a tickle trap for yourself!"
"Shuuuhush!"
"No wahay!" The middle Peter jumped his fingers up to tickle under his baby brother's chin. "Ihim never letting you live this dohown!"
"No!"
"And I'm making sure Two hehears about yohour adorable idehea."
"Jeherk!"
By now, Three's fingers were tickling behind the youngest's ears. "Cutie!"
One's face managed to get a shade of red darker and his giggles got even higher pitched. He pulled his knees up to his chest, his feet kicking up and down adorably.
"Ihi don't mind ihif yohou ask for tickles Petey." Peter 3 wormed his fingers into One's ribs. "Buhut it's adorable toho sehee the ways you come up wihith to ahask for them."
The loudest squeal yet erupted out of One's mouth. He slammed his legs back down into the bed.
"Wohow. Big squeal for such aha little guhuy."
"NOHOT LITTLEHEL!"
"Absolutely itty-bitty tiny little Spider dude."
"SHUSH YOHOU STUPIHID HEHEAD!"
Peter 3's fingers froze. "Stupid head?"
One took a moment to gather his breath before he smirked at Three. "Y-yeheah! Bihig stupid hehead!"
The older of the two growled. "Sassy are we?"
"So whahat? Whahat are yohou going toho doho about ihit?"
"Oh, I'll show you exactly what I'm going to do!"
With all of One's squirming, his shirt had twisted up, leaving most of his torso exposed. So Three took the opportunity to dig into his bare tummy and ribs.
"I'm going to do this!"
The youngest Peter's eyes were screwed shut while loud laughter poured out of his mouth.
"Are you going to behe sassyhy again?"
Peter 1 nodded his head.
"Well atleast he's honest." The middle Peter wormed his fingers into One's armpit. "Buhut that's not ahalways the best policyhy."
The youngest curled on to his side, unintentionally pinning Three's hand in place.
"What's that?" Peter 3 wiggled even more. "You want me to stay in this spot?"
"NAAAAA--."
Three paused his tickles as all other retorts from the youngest fizzled out into snorts. "Yohou gohood?"
One nodded. "Yeheah."
"Good." Three ruffled his curls. "Wouldn't want to kill ya."
A moment later, the youngest rolled over and wrapped Three in a hug.
"Waaait a minute." Peter 3 lifted One's arm so he could study his fingers. "What happened to your finger trap?"
"Oh! Uhum . . . Wehell . . . My wehebs mahay or may not disintegrate ahafter aha certain amount ohof tihime?"
"Awww. Guess you'll just have to rebuild it again for next tihime."
Peter 1's blush returned full force. "Shut uhup!"
"Or maybe next time we can just, I don't know." Three gently ground his knuckles into the top of One's head. "Use our words ahand ask for them."
One playfully pushed at Three's arm. "Yohou fihirst."
Immediately, Peter 3 felt his own face flush bright red. "Shut up!"
One managed to escape Three's hold. "You cahant make meee!"
Three chuckled before chasing after Peter 1. "Get back here yohou little stinkeher!"
"Nohot littlehel!"
"But definitely a stinkeher!"
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House of Memories
(Sorry bout the hiatus and sorry i came back with angry content đ)
Diluc Ragnvindr x Black Fem Reader Angst
Exes2LoversAU
CW: jealousy after breakup, featuring Kaeya, cheating allegations, Diluc acting out of character
TW: cursing (ig cuz there's a lot)
Word Count: 1565 (give or take)
I thought I knew why we broke up. I thought it was cuz I was always out and busy and I felt bad knowing that. (Y/n) was right; I was always called in for work and instead of spending my free time with her, I spent it patrolling the outskirts of Mondstadt or double-checking that the townspeople didn't need any help. There was no reason for me to keep busy the way I usually did because I had her and I blew it.Â
I don't know why it took her leaving for me to realize but I decided I wanted to make it right. I went back to her house after a month to talk it over calmly this time but as I stopped outside her house I caught a glimpse of her and Kaeya kissing on the couch through the window. So that's why? So that's why. My vision narrowed and before I knew it, I was knocking on her front door, knocking so heavily I thought and hoped I would break it.
She opens the door and scowls, "What is it, Diluc?"
"It..." I take a deep breath, "Not one month has passed and here you are; kissing other people, are you being serious right now?"
"Kiss--?!"
"And him of all people. What, you just couldn't wait to put your lips all over your 'best friend', huh?"
"You know ion like Kaeya like that!"
"Whatever, I have eyes and I'm not blind, (Y/n). And you."
I storm past her towards Kaeya, who stepped back with his hands up in surrender. I shove him by his shoulder with one hand before getting in his face with narrowed eyes and boiling blood.
"How long?"
"How long what?" He asked.
I scoff, smiling angrily before grabbing the collar of his shirt in my fist, "Act dumb if you want, Kaeya, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. I don't give a damn how often I was gone, you knew we were together. I want to know how long this affair has been going on."
"Diluc, nobody was or is having an affair."
"You sure? Cuz any time I was out on a quest, she was with you. Anytime she wasn't with me, she was with you."
"And what's wrong with hanging out with one of my good friends? When neither of us are busy, she hangs out with me because I'm the closest person to you. Besides, Lisa is nearly as busy as you."
"You're telling me you've only been hanging out 'watching' a grown, able-bodied woman by yourself, no strings attached and then suddenly you're over at her house and all over her?"
"Aight, that's it." (Y/n) yells pulling me away from him, "You're either drunk as all hell or outta ya fuckin mind, regardless get out."
"I'm not drunk, I'm trying to figure out where my brainiac of a brother got the bright idea to 'watch' a grown woman when I'm out of town. A grown woman who happens to be my girlfriend no less."
"I don't need watching, the fuck are you saying? Am I six?"
She pushed me away from her and towards the door, convinced that I was intoxicated but I resisted, not leaving until I got a correct answer from my shocked, blue-haired brother. Realizing I was almost back at the front door without pressing her just as much, I looked down at her shorter frame with the same scowl I gave her side piece.
"What about you?" I ask, taking her hand off my chest.
"What now, Diluc?"
"How long have you been choosing him?"
"Choosing him?"
"Yeah, cuz I seem to have gotten the short end of the stick because you seem to run straight to him for comfort. So tell me how long I've been your second choice."
"The only thing I chose was to leave you because I thought it would be easier on both of us since you were working so fucking much. I fucking loved you, Diluc! I still do and you're acting like a dickhead like I didn't. Like, you're it's not your fault we broke up in the first fucking place?"
I scoff and look across the living room at Kaeya who has his arms crossed. "Kaeya, get out."
"What, no Kaeya stay."
"If you and him aren't a thing behind my back then let's talk about it. You're kicking out the wrong person to prove your point."
"I'm kicking you out cuz you acting like a fucking baby."
"Glad to know you think my love for you is childish."
"The way you acting is childish. And I shouldn't have to prove shit to you."
"When this much evidence of cheating is here in my fucking face, I suggest you reconsider and kick him out."
"Again, I'm kicking you out because you're acting irrational."
"Brothers fight all the time. That being said I should technically be beating his ass for even attempting this stunt."
"Stunt? Nigga, for the last- you know what?" She crossed her arms and looked back at him, "Kaeya?"
"Already gone."
"Yeah."
She looked back at me as Kaeya walked past us to stand in her yard or something. We continue glaring at each other waiting for the sound of the door slamming shut behind me when she lets out a deep, exasperated sigh.
"There, he's gone. You wanna be an adult now?"
"The only reason I came over was to talk out a way for us to date to see each other more. That was until I saw you two kissing like we didn't just break up, you couldn't have gotten that far with him in a fucking day."
"For the last time, my nigga, we weren't kissing! I don't know when you saw that but Kaeya was here for all of half an hour and we ain't kiss once. What you prolly saw was me resting my head on his fucking shoulder. We were talking and I put my forehead on his shoulder and he leaned in and hugged me like that."
"Well, sorry if I thought you'd kiss him by how often he visits your house. Like why do you keep calling on him for everything when I'm not here?"
"Uh, cuz you're busy and I trust him the most. You're acting like he wasn't my friend before I met you. We only got closer after you seemed to get busier and busier."
"That's not weird that you hang out with your boyfriend's brother when he's away?"
"Frankly, I don't give a shit how it sounds because nothing fuckin happened." She claps with each word, "He's my best friend who also happens to be your brother, big fuckin deal. The fuck you want me to do, stop being his friend and cut him off because you're an insecure baby?!"
My jaw drops getting ready to retort right but her words punch the air out of me. I close my mouth with a deep sigh, looking away to think better, anger finally clearing from my head as her logic snaps me out of it. I give another sigh and hang my head slightly.
"Fuck, you're right."
"Huh?"
"No, you're absolutely right."
"I know but I didn't mean to say it like that..."
"No, you're right, babe. I can't ask you to do that. Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I guess I was jealous that he knew you for longer and spending time alone with him made it worse for me, especially since I just can't seem to want to stop moving. All my reason just left."
I pinch the bridge of my nose, wiping my eyes in annoyance and shame only opening them when she cups my face and guides my head down to look at her eyes.
"Why you so insecure anyway?"
"Have you met Kaeya? You know how flirty he can be, I don't know how often or how hard he flirts with you but I didn't want you to fall for it one day."
"Yes, Kaeya is a flirt but he's also a good person. He does flirt with me, at the very least it's very very toned down. You really think I'd fuck your brother behind your back or something?"
"No, no. I just...I'm so sorry, darling." I kneel down before her, kissing her hand as my vision becomes blurry, " I mean it."
She sighs, "I know."
"I came to say if you take me back, I won't be taking weekend quests anymore and no quests that take longer than a week unless it's urgent. Once I'm done with work, I'm coming right over or inviting you over to be with me, alright? I swear I'll be here more."
"You swear?"
I place her hand over my racing heart while staring up into her beautifully dark eyes. "On my life, I will be here more. I will be with you more, baby just please take me back."
"Hmm..."
"Or at the very least let me prove it. Gimme...gimme a week or something."
"Fine, you get a month. A whole month to see how this goes, get me?"
"Thank you, baby."
I smile sadly before quickly standing up, leaning down, and pulling her head to me to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. and pulling her in for a hug that she quickly reciprocated.
"You know if you don't I'mma kill you, right?"
"I expect and encourage it."
#diluc x reader#x black fem reader#diluc x y/n#black reader#black writers#x black reader#diluc x you#genshin impact#diluc angst#diluc and kaeya#genshin diluc#diluc ragnvindr#kaeya alberich#diluc ragnivindr x reader#diluc ragnivindr x you#black fem reader#black female reader#genshin impact angst
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ahh your fics are so cute i'm melting i love them sm! could i maybe request a super fluffy jungkook x reader fic where the reader is super shy about their laugh and always tries to hide it from him, but one day he tickles them or something and goes all heart eyed and lovey because he thinks their laugh is adorable and he doesn't want them to hide it anymore. i'm sorry if that's too long kwjdjsfjjwjd feel free to ignore it if it doesn't spark your imagination! <3
My gosh! Hii!! đđ»
Thank you so much! I love that you guys are enjoying them so much, it means a lot to me that you are.
Thank you for sending this, and don't apologize! The more you guys tell me about what you want, the better I can write something for you đ Anyway, I hope you like it!
Requests are open!
-Em
Shy :: JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x Gn!Reader (It does read more as Fem!Reader, but there's no defining pronouns so I leave it up to you on how you want to read it.)
Word Count: 2523
Genre: Fluff with a sprinkling of suggestive đ
Warnings: Cursing. Shouldn't be anything else, but as always, please tell me if you find something and I'll fix it.
I hope you enjoy it!! đ
Youâd been sitting on your couch, a drama that youâd seen probably a thousand times playing on your tv, while you were content to let the night just waste away, alone. Youâd have a long week, and honestly, it had been pretty shitty- your boss had yelled at you a couple days in a row about something that wasnât your fault, you spilled your coffee this morning on your way to work and ended up being late because you had to come back home to change- needless to say, you were happy to have the next few days off.
As you were debating ordering something to eat, you heard someone knocking on your door and immediately felt yourself frown. You hadnât been expecting anyone to come over, and they wouldâve texted or called you anyway.
Who just shows up, unannounced at someoneâs place anymore? You thought as you crossed the floor to your front door.
You checked the display for your camera and saw Jungkook standing on the other side, a bag in one hand and something else in the other. You felt the butterflies begin in your stomach as you unlocked the door, pulling it open slowly.
Jungkook, who you only knew thanks to Jimin- your older brother, also happened to be your not-something-something, at the moment. You guys were floating between the lines of are they or arenât they all the time, and frankly, the rest of the guys were sick of it at this point. It was obvious that you both really liked each other, and Jimin was doing everything in his power to just get you two together.
Mostly just so he would finally not have to listen to you or Jungkook complain to him about wanting to be with each other, but never doing anything about it because you both were worried Jimin wasnât okay with it.
Jungkookâs face lit up the second youâd pulled the door open and you looked up at him with that shy smile he found so adorable. âHi.â
âHi, Kookie, what are you doing here?â You asked softly, as you noticed he was holding flowers in his other hand.
He smiled softly, âOh, w-well, Jimin-Hyung told me youâd had a bad few days, so I thought maybe we could hang out for a bit and maybe watch a movie or two?â He held the flowers to you, âI thought youâd like these, and I figured you hadnât eaten yet, so I brought food, too.â
You let out a small noise, taking the flowers from him, âTheyâre beautiful, thank you.â You stepped aside, letting him come in finally. âLet me put these in some water, you can go into the living room though, if you want.â
He nodded, watching you go into the kitchen as he took his shoes off, before he headed for the couch. âSorry for not texting you or anything,â He called out, loud enough for you to hear him, âI thought a surprise would be nice though, especially after having such a bad week.â
You entered the living room, dropping onto the floor next to him as he kept pulling the food out of the bag, setting everything onto the table, and grinned, âItâs okay. You know I donât mind you coming over.â
âEven unannounced?â He smirked knowingly down at you.
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a second as you rolled your eyes, before shyly admitting, âOnly if itâs you.â
Jungkook chuckled at the sight of your reddening cheeks as he slid some of the food towards you. Heâd stopped at one of your favorite places just to pick up your favorite things because Jimin had told him about how your week had gone. He was a little upset that you hadnât mentioned anything about it, any of the times you two had talked this week, but he also knew you probably only told Jimin because heâs your brother and heâd pushed about it.
âThank you, for this. It was really sweet of you.â You said softly, a couple minutes later as you guys were eating.
He shrugged one shoulder and smiled down at you, âI think youâre really sweet.â He said back, watching you look away from him like you always did when heâd flirt with you like that.
You shook your head at him but didnât say anything back, so you guys fell back into a comfortable silence as the rest of your drama episode played.
Once it was over, you both started cleaning up the mess from the food and were standing in your kitchen, a few minutes later, when you let out a big sigh, and Jungkook looked over at you.
âHeavy sigh, everything okay?â
You nodded, shooting him a shy smile, âBetter now, yeah.â
âIt wasnât before?â He asked softly, matching the way you were standing, and leaned against the counter opposite you.
You shook your head a little bit, âThis week kinda sucked, actually. Thank you for coming over with food and flowers. Itâs exactly how Iâd rather end a shitty week.â You smiled again, âAnd I meant it before, it was really sweet of you.â
He slowly pushing off the counter to stand directly in front of you, smiling as he caged you in, his hands on both side of you as he leaned on the counter behind you now. âAnd I meant what I said, I think youâre really sweet. And Iâd do it again, in a heartbeat.â
You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he leaned towards you just a little bit more, his eyes roaming your face for a moment before you swore, they landed on your lips.
The guys thought otherwise, but even with all the back and forth that you and Jungkook had been doing these last few months, youâve never kissed. Hugged a bunch, sure- you guys cuddled a lot, held hands sometimes, too, but you still havenât kissed each other, even though there have been plenty of times that you couldâve.
You both just stood there for a moment, staring into each otherâs eyes as the tension built, you could feel the heat rising on your chest as you resisted the urge to look away from his piercing brown eyes.
âKookie?â You whispered, slowly reaching out and just barely taking hold of the hem of his shirt.
âHmm?â
You could feel your heart racing as you gently rested one hand on his side, âKiss me?â
He chuckled lowly, âAre you asking, or telling me, baby?â
Oh, that was new.
âWhatâs going to make you do it faster?â You challenged him softly, tilting your head to the side slightly as you grinned.
His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he pushed air out his nose, âSay it again and find out.â
âKiss m- â
You didnât even get the words out, before he was crashing his lips to yours, one of his hands coming up to cradle the back of your head as the other landed on your side and pulled you towards him.
You gripped the sides of his shirt in your hands as you moved your lips in time with his, letting him lead the kiss, holding your head as he deepened it, and pulled you closer still.
You could feel his heart racing under your palm as you slid your hands up his chest, intent on wrapping your arms around his neck, until you felt his hand on your side, featherlight as he went to slide it around to your back.
You broke away from the kiss and couldnât stop the giggle that tore out of you as you tried to jump away from him.
âThat tickled.â You admitted, seeing the confused look in his eyes.
You learned pretty quickly, those were the wrong words to say, because you found yourself running away from him in the next moment.
âCome on! I have to know every spot youâre ticklish in, now!â He laughed, chasing you into the living room.
You screamed, trying to hold in the bubbling laugh as you moved to dodge him.
You had always been a little self-conscious about your laugh, so you tended to cover it up when you laughed at something around the boys. Jimin knew, but he didnât know just how self-conscious you really were about it.
When you were in school, youâd been picked on a lot and it was just something else they used to make fun of you about, so youâd grown up, hiding it as much as you could. Youâd giggle, and scoff in place of actually laughing, and if you couldnât help but to really laugh at something- usually Hobiâs jokes- you would physically cover your whole mouth, to muffle your laugh.
You were always worried that if Jungkook heard it, heâd find it annoying or stupid or even ugly and wouldnât like you anymore. You didnât know, however, that Jungkook always hated watching you cover your laugh. He didnât know why you did it, and he didnât know how to get you to stop, because youâd avoid the conversation whenever it came up.
But you didnât have much time to really think about it, because Jungkookâs tattooed arm was firmly around your waist as he pulled you down to the couch, caging you beneath him as his finger danced along your sides, and all you could do was laugh, yell and do your best to stop him.
âKookie! K-Kookie, please!â You laughed, trying to pry his fingers from you, all the while, hearing him laugh with you. You struggled against him, laughing loudly as you desperately tried to plead with him to stop tickling you. âJungkook, please! It hurts.â
He stopped, staring down at you as you panted, trying to catch your breath finally. You slowly peered up at him, your breath hitching in your throat once you caught his eyes on yours.
âWhat?â You whispered, your eyes darting between his.
âYour laugh.â
You stilled. Here it comes. âW-what about it?â You asked, already dreading hearing his answer. So much so, that you had to look away from him, hiding your face slightly behind your hands.
You heard him sigh softly, before his peeled your hands away from your face with one hand, and cupped your jaw in his other, turning your head so you were looking up at him again.
His eyes softened, âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited to hear it.â He whispered back, gently running his thumb along your jaw, âItâs beautiful.â
Your brow furrowed slightly as you stared up at him in disbelief, âYou-you donât hate it?â He quickly shook his head, âEven though itâs loud, and annoying?â
He chuckled softly and shook his head again, âItâs not loud enough because I never get to hear it, and itâs you- it could never be annoying.â He told you, his hand still on your cheek as he smiled. âYou donât have to hide it. In fact, I wish you wouldnât because I want to hear it.â
Your cheeks slowly bloomed with color as you leaned into his touch, âYou do?â
He nodded, leaning down towards you slightly. âVery much, yeah.â
You couldnât stop the smile that pulled at your lips as you met him half-way, âYouâre not lying to me?â
He pulled back a little bit and pouted at you, âYou really think Iâd do that to you?â He whined; a joking tone laced in his words that made you giggle as you shook your head.
âI was just making sure.â You argued, still grinning widely at him as you giggled softly.
He scoffed playfully, sliding his hand from your cheek down to your neck before he slid it to the back of your head. He gently tugged your face up towards his with a wicked grin, âYou have so little faith in me. Because of that, youâre getting tickled again.â He said quickly, before he was attacking your sides again.
You had no time to brace yourself, and you couldnât hope to hold back the laughter he was pulling from you as you struggled beneath him once again.
âOkay, okay! I get it! Iâm sorry, I wonât doubt you!â You yelled in between the laughter.
He stopped sooner than you thought he would, only to quickly lean down and connect his lips to yours in a short, but sweet kiss, smiling as he pulled away and looked down at you. âI could get used to this.â
âWhat?â
He smirked, a glimmer in his eyes, âYou like this, beneath me and out of breath.â
You glared up at him and shoved his shoulder, âReally?!â
His shoulders shook as he let out a loud laugh, and you watched his nose scrunch up cutely before he looked back down at you. âI meant from laughing, you perv.â
You gaped, laughing slightly, âShut up, no you didnât! You said it like that on purpose.â
He gave you a devilish smile, leaning towards you again, âMaybe I did, maybe I didnât. Youâll never know.â
You rolled your eyes, âI know you though.â You told him, pressing your lips to his for another chaste kiss before you relaxed into the couch below him, âI could get used to this, though.â
âAnd what would that be?â
âKissing you.â
This time, you watched the color blooming on his cheeks as he chuckled nervously above you, looking away for a moment, âMe too. Iâd been waiting a long time for that, too.â
 The rest of the night was spent, caged between Jungkook and the couch, while he tickled you to hear you laugh, and then letting him kiss you right after. And he loved every second of it, finally hearing you laugh- really laugh, every time his fingers made contact with your sides.
When he was getting ready to leave that night, both of you on opposite sides of your open door as you both dragged out the already long goodbye, he grinned softly down at you. âPromise me, that youâre not going to hide your laugh anymore.â
âAround you?â
He shook his head, âAround any of us. Iâm serious, I want to hear it all the time.â
You sighed softly, and nodded slowly, âItâll take a while, but Iâll try not to anymore.â
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close with a grin, âGood. Because if you hide it from me anymore, I will cry, knowing how beautiful it really is now.â
âYouâll cry?â You questioned, quirking an eyebrow.
He nodded, bumping your nose with his softly, âAbsolutely. And Iâll just tickle you to hear it, if I have to.â
You giggled, âWhat a threat, Kookie.â
He smirked and squeezed your sides, making you jump and shoot him a look, âFuck around and find out, baby.â
Well, you fucked around, and you found out, the next time you guys were together- finally as a couple, too- and you were happy to know, that none of the guys found your laugh annoying, or loud, or ugly, and they were all happy to finally hear you actually laughing, almost as much as Jungkook was.
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20 questions for fic writers
thank you for tagging me @gregorovitchworld! đ
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
13 đ
2. what's your current ao3 word count?
73.611 (not that bad i guess but i wish it was more)
3. what fandoms do you write for?
only bbc sherlock for now but i am thinking of writing for good omens too :)
4. top five fics by kudos?
-> Rosie's Elephant in the Room
-> Human Urges
-> JOHNLOCKed in a Closet
-> Let Me Fix You
-> Halloween
5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?
yes! i respond to every single one (unless it is only an emoji... but even then i do it most of the time)
why? because i fucking LOVE connecting with my readers! and i wanna make them keep commenting on fics. because comments are so fucking important!!! they are what keep us writers going!
6. what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
aaah probably Missing (but that will be happy again!)
so in the end it is THE LONELIEST
7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
JOHNLOCKed in a Closet, i'd say
8. do you receive hate?
thank goodness i don't!
9. do you write smut?
nope. i write some subtle sex scenes, but never long ones or intensely described. i just don't feel comfortable with it.
10. do you write crossovers?
nope. seems too complicated to me đ i don't really read them either so ig i don't have the urge to write them. ooh, wait i wrote a short freebatch/star wars/johnlock kind of crossover once. prompt: "geeking out over something" (day 14 of my otp challenge! that i might have ignored for about a year now... whoopsie)
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
3 times that i know of. novelhd dot com is a bitch. they stole JOHNLOCKed in a Closet (JLiaC), Strawberries and Cigarettes (S&C), and my oneshots on wattpad. it is fucking heartbreaking and really made me lose some trust in humanity as well as my motivation to write for a long time... DO NOT STEAL FICS!
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
no, because i don't feel comfortable with it. probably because of the shit that happened to me described above.
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
nope, but i would be up for the challenge:)
14. what is your all-time favorite ship?
the answer is obviously johnlock lol.
15. a wip you doubt you will ever finish?
all my wips. no idk. i've got lot of wips and i will never completely give up on them. maybe just forget them, haha.
16. writing strengths?
writing about feelings, dialogue, inner monologues, two-person interactions
17. writing weaknesses?
well, smut lol. writing long intense plots (i am a fluff writer xD) - but i hope to get better at it. i have big hopes for Missing.
18. will you write a dialogue in another language?
never say never! but only after i have checked up with someone who speaks/knows said language well!
19. what was your first fandom?
*sigh* bbc sherlock, my babes. ;)
20. what's your favorite fic you have ever written?
first thought of day 9: hugging of my otp challenge. it's an alternative ending to TLD. it's a bunch of big emotions, big words and and big moments. - ghost mary actually is one of the big reasons they finally get together!!!
tagging (if you have already been tagged, feel free to ignore this and/or tag me in the post you already answered those questions): @totallysilvergirl @lisbeth-kk @gaylilsherlock and man who else??? anyone! anyone who wants to join the fun!
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Hi Friend!
I saw you were in a Ransom pit. Just thought I'd dig it a lil deeper đ
Imagine Ransom buys reader a bookshelf and usually when he buys furniture, it just comes built....
So Reader comes back to her apartment to see one Ransom Drysdale sitting in the middle of her living room: hair un-coiffed, toolbox scattered everywhere, nuts and bolts in little piles....... With a scowl on his face trying to figure out what the hell a Philips screwdriver is? đȘ
Sensibility
a/n: hello nonnie đ„čđ«¶đ»đđ this imagine has brought me so much joy and i'm so sorry for hoarding it for so long. hehe have this smol blurb in honor of my seven sentence sat/sun celebration. banner by @/cafekitsune
Like all things with a fresh out of therapy Ransom, it had been a sweet idea at first.Â
The entire drive there with minimal grumbling, your slow walk around the displays hand-in-hand, his soft glances at you when you pointed out couches that would fit the two of you very comfortably. He hadnât snarked about the line at the food court or about the meatballs and jam but he had triumphantly wheeled out a BILLY bookcase in all its dismembered glory as you skipped ahead, giddy with joy.Â
But the building, oh goodness, the building is proving to be a problem.Â
âWhat does the minus sign mean? What am I minusing?â Ransomâs bangs shake free of his gelled pompadour with every frantic glance he makes between the instruction booklet and the parts youâre neatly piling onto the parlor carpet.
Silently, making unwavering eye contact with his sweet baby blues, you slip a hand into the brand new toolbox to pull out a flathead screwdriver.Â
"Oh," he says, "oh, shut up" when you laugh softly in his ear, brushing your lips against his as apology, and he snatches the screwdriver from your grasp and gets to work.
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i took a look at an ikea manual for the first time in 8 yrs, did you know that they don't have any written instructions? đ
come celebrate my first fic's 2nd anniversary with me
#brandy answers#sweet anon <3#my asks#seven sentence celebration: đ„#ransom drysdale x you#ransom drysdale x reader#my writing
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