#like i have been thinking ab this prompt for months
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national-sorscha-fanpage Ā· 4 months ago
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first time trying to post writings on tumblr... and you guessed right its kaesaria i have been whipped for them since day one
fair warning i wrote this at 2am and its actually incoherent
also credit for the idea to @viperiti's og fic it was so good it just stuck in my mind until i HAD to make my own rendition! (wc: ~1.3k)
tl;dr rosaria gets injured and kaeya bandages her angst style
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Rosaria groaned as she clutched at her side and hobbled across the central cobbled streets of Mondstadt. Why was he so hard to reach? Why did his hefty paychecks have to go into maintaining his little oblong house, perched mockingly above flimsy stairs? Those were the few thoughts that ebbed and flowed with the same rhythm as the vibrating pain of her wound.
By the time she spotted the slanted building, she was practically dragging herself out of sheer determination. Perhaps, to her, there was something calm about the place. Something that said: Youā€™re safe now. Maybe that was why she allowed herself a seated position on a stair and to feel the relief radiating from her feet to her calves to her tightly clenched abdominals. The right palm applying pressure to her wound relaxed in sync with the sleepy droop of her eyelids.
When her eyes flew open, she was unmoved on the step. For a second, she felt only a pang of disappointment, and then her only sensation was pain once more. That, and the head of blue hair approaching, his pace quickening into a jog when he caught sight of her until she was eye level with his legs. He corrected this by crouching down in front of her, giving her a perfect view of his worried frown. In a silent answer, she lifted her left arm to expose the worrisome gash and watched as his jaw fell slack. Rosaria winced in response, instinctively moving to cover the wound once more.
Fortunately, Kaeya did not allow her to do soā€”assisting in draping her right arm over his shoulder so that his torso was pressed against her uninjured side. He offered her a whispered ā€œsorryā€ upon her grunt, but not much more until he was sure she could manage a semi-walk.
ā€œSoā€¦ can I ask, how?ā€ he began: an attempt at hiding the worry in his voice behind his trademark mischief.
ā€œYou may not,ā€ she struggled to rasp out. He gave her a breathy laugh, both to relax her and to appease his own amusement. Kaeya was half-carrying her and half-guiding her to the entrance now, pulling her through the brief hallway to his bathroom. It was dark, but she did not feel lost. He tugged on her as gently as possible until her back was to the counter.
ā€œCould you jump for me?ā€ he spoke in the most natural manner she had ever heard him. Though she did not quite understand why, she obliged with the worrying obedience of a lamb. He used the momentum to prop her on top of the empty countertop next to the sink, where heā€™d take his eyes off her for a moment to switch on the low-humming lamp. It wasnā€™t bright, by any means, but would suffice placed next to them. Here, she watched him fumble through the cabinet above the mirror to her right and pull out a pristine wooden box. She could not miss the ethereal glow of his skin accredited to the warm lighting. Before touching anything, he took out his usually loose ponytail and opted to pull as much of his hair as he could into a tight updo. His eyepatch offered even more stark a contrast against his princely features when it was not disguised under bangs. He hurried to wash his hands, and, finally, get a decent look at the wound.
ā€œItā€™s not bleeding too badlyā€¦ā€ he mused, though still appearing concerned.
ā€œYes, weā€™re past that stage now,ā€ she mustered through gritted teeth. ā€œIf only youā€™d closed out your tabā€¦earlierā€¦you couldā€™veā€”ā€
ā€œShhā€¦ youā€™ll be alright,ā€ he tried his best at being reassuring while he brought out a small glass bottle of what she knew would be incredibly painful ethanol. She wanted to scream I know in his ear. It was a treatable wound, perhaps she would even get out without stitches. She supposed, while watching his long fingers make elegant work of pouring it over a round of cotton, that it scared her to know that he was her only solution to being in trouble. ā€œGet ready,ā€ he mumbled, the sound reminding her of her predicament once more.
She shut her eyes tightly and did her best to make no sound once the putrid blue liquid made contact with the wound. She failed, naturally, but decided to permit herself a hiss this time. Kaeya, instead, tried not to focus on the panicked rise and fall of her breath as he dabbed at the blood and grime, or the rhythm at which her collarbone would peek out under her milky white flesh, orā€”
Once heā€™d been sufficiently thorough, he pressed a cloth dipped in cold water to the wound and wiped as gently as possible to leave only the fresh blood and tissue.
ā€œYouā€™re lucky it was a slash and not a stab, you know.ā€
ā€œThanks," she huffed almost contemptuously.
ā€œCould you take your shirt off?ā€ he inquired nonchalantly, as though he was asking her about the weather.
Despite this, she nodded, offering no protest. Though it was obviously an effort to pull her arms over her head, she noted he did not make any effort to help until she was left in her bandeau. He pressed a compress against the wound, guiding her to hold it in place while he fumbled with the roll of bandage. The wrap began at her wound, and passed a few times around her torso and twice around her right shoulder in a diagonal to the wound.Ā 
ā€œHow bad does it hurt now?ā€ he asked with what seemed to be genuine interest. Like he expected a compress and a bandage to cure her.
ā€œJust enough,ā€ she managed a soft smile.
ā€œGood,ā€ he drawled. ā€œMaybe youā€™ll be more careful next time.ā€
ā€œAnything to wipe that smirk off your face, Captain.ā€
ā€œYeah, yeah, and what if I hadn't found you in time...ā€
ā€œWhat happened to being alright?ā€ she began to chuckle at him; a decision she quickly regretted when she was reminded of the sting in her side. He pursed his lips (perhaps to hide his amusement) and extended his arm to her in an invitation, allowing her to get off the countertop with minimal pain (considering her situation). Still clutching on to his arm, she allowed herself lead down the dark hallway, felt the gentle creak of the floors under her feet: the silent swing of his bedroom door and an oil lamp being lit on his nightstand.
Rosaria did not hesitate to make herself comfortable on his bed, kicking her shoes off and swinging her legs over the side. She was tired. And yet, as she tucked herself into the comforter, she allowed herself this time to really look at his faceā€” purely due to the brighter light in this room, and the ridiculous state of his hair with awkward strands falling here and there. And that eyesore of an eyepatch. She contemplated speaking and ruining the calm silence; her self-destructive nature winning this time.
"When will you show me your eyes, Kaeya?"
He seemed startled by the question, hand lifting to ensure the cover was still on. He stared at her for a moment, perhaps most startled by how comfortable and... content she was. However, Kaeya Alberich was nothing if not a smooth talker.
"When you tell me how you did that," he pointed his chin to her body on the bed. So he had figured how sensitive the event was to her. She cursed him mentally, but held his gaze determinedly. His lips pared, as though to say something, but he seemed to think better of it and leave her. Alone again, with nothing but darkness and a dull ache in her sideā€” but finding solace in the knowledge that he would not probe, for now.
Perhaps unwillingly, she felt herself dozing herself concerningly quickly.
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Person A: Do you want a beer? Iā€™m paying.
Person B, going through the restaurantā€™s menu: No. Ugh, whereā€™s the good stuff?
Person A, half jokingly: I thought you were an alcoholic.
Person B: Exactly. Iā€™d need at least, like, four beers ā€” without food ā€” to get slightly buzzed, and my stomach canā€™t fit over 2 beers in it. Iā€™m small. Iā€™ll have a rum, neat.
#source: me#incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes ideas#incorrect quotes prompts#tw: drug mention#tw: drugs#i used to be so small when all i did was heroin and ketamine. since i started drinking (i only started drinking every night because the-#-opiate withdrawal was so fucking bad alcohol was the only thing that kept my legs from kicking all night long and my skin from feeling-#-like it was on cold wet fire somehow)#anyway. when all i did was opiates ā„¢ i was like 45 kg and iā€™m 165 aka 5ā€™5 like i looked like a sickly model#now itā€™s only been a month drinking and not doing morphine or some shit and i already gained 12 kg itā€™s insane iā€™m like almost 60 kg now#iā€™m queueing this for a month from now so hopefully itā€™ll have been 2 months when this gets posted#and like i say iā€™m an alcoholic cause i donā€™t think itā€™s normal to drink like 5 nights a week but iā€™m not chemically dependent on it like i-#-was with opiates like iā€™m sober half the time. ive never done surgery while drunk for instance. there was this one time i had just had 4-#-shots in the bathroom in secret cause i was having a panic attack and didnā€™t know what else to do but anyway.#and they asked me if i wanted to close up on a tubal ligation and i passed on the opportunity even though i was Fine bc idk i just didnā€™t-#-feel good ab it. which is more than i can say for my professor tbh#like some other medical intern said ā€˜wow it must be so hard having to be On Call 24/7. like i bet u canā€™t even drinkā€™#and he said ā€˜oh come on surgeons have lives too. in fact i drank more than a few beers just a few hours ago lolā€™ and proceeded to cut-#-someone open#anyway. yeah. i donā€™t get drunk at work yk#felt like i had to make that clear
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beefcakekinard Ā· 4 months ago
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Oooh, what about BuckTommy and Missing Them from the intimacy prompt list šŸ‘€
40. missing them
"I miss you," Buck murmurs, quiet in the barren cavern of his hotel room. It's fine - nice, even - but the impersonality of the beige walls and stark white linens only serve to remind him that he isn't where he wants to be. On the other end of the line, Tommy hums softly, and Buck can hear the rustle of his sheets.
"I miss you too," Tommy says. Buck presses his phone tight against his ear - holding Tommy's voice as close as he can. "We've already gotten through one week, we can do one more."
Buck sighs. When he'd signed up for this workshop eight months ago, he'd been single, and two weeks of union-paid travel to Pasadena had seemed like fun.
"You're in bed?" he asks. He stares up at the popcorn ceiling from on top of his king-size hotel bed and tries to ignore the drag of loneliness through the centre of his chest.
"Yeah, finally. Feels like I barely got to sit down all day."
Buck licks his lips. "What are you wearing?"
"Seriously?" Tommy laughs and Buck closes his eyes to better picture the smile he knows is scrunched into Tommy's face. He can't help smiling in return at the thought.
"Well," he says, dragging the word out, "I have missed you..."
Tommy laughs again. "Or certain parts of me, it sounds like."
"Hey, don't sell yourself short. It just so happens that I miss many parts of you."
They giggle together for a moment - and in that bubble, it's almost like Tommy's right there beside him.
"How about this," Tommy says after a beat of silence. "You tell me what you're wearing, and we'll go from there." He drops his voice a little as he flirts and Buck's body responds automatically, his dick giving an interested twitch in his shorts.
"I'm wearing boxers, and- and your sweater," Buck says. Tommy's next exhale is heavy.
"Which one?"
"It's a grey zip-up."
"Hmm." Just that noise from Tommy's throat makes Buck squirm in place, his dick filling out as he thinks about how Tommy's imagining him. "Unzip it."
Buck complies. As he loses the cold, heavy line of the zipper down his torso, air-conditioned hotel air rushes in over his chest and stomach. His nipples pebble and his abs clench at the sudden chill. He keeps his eyes closed, his face pressed to the side with his phone tucked between his cheek and the pillow. He has both hands free like this, and he trails his fingertips lightly up and down - through his chest hair, down, following his happy trail to the waistband of his boxers, then back up and over again.
"It's open," he says, a little breathless. He knows Tommy likes when he sounds like this, and hopes it's affecting him.
"Good. Pinch your nipples for me." Buck follows the direction, and can't help the gasp that pushes into his lungs.
"That's good, sweetheart," Tommy continues. "Take your shorts off."
Buck pushes his boxers down to his knees and kicks them off and away. His cock rests hard and full against his stomach, framed by the open sides of Tommy's sweater. He licks his palm and takes himself in hand, closing his eyes again, the better to focus on the whisper of Tommy's breathing on the other end of the line.
"So what are you wearing," he asks again, smiling when Tommy snorts. He hears the familiar snick of the lube cap and stalls his hand for a moment, building a picture of what Tommy could be doing - getting his big hand slick before wrapping it around himself, maybe.
"I'm not wearing a thing, baby."
And that - he can see it so clearly in his mind's eye, the way Tommy must look right now, reclined in his soft blue-striped sheets, stroking himself, holding the phone up to his ear. Buck squeezes his cock and groans, starts moving his hand again, with purpose, when Tommy chuckles.
"What are you thinking about?"
"You," Buck says, gasping when he presses his thumb under the head of his dick the way Tommy likes to do. "What you look like right now, what- ah- how you're touching yourself." He presses harder against his phone with his cheek, pushing it down into the pillow and bringing his face close to the bunched-up hood of the sweater he's wearing. It smells like Tommy - like his shampoo, his laundry detergent, his aftershave, all spun together to overwhelm Buck's senses. He moves his hand faster.
Tommy groans and Buck could swear he feels it, through the phone, into his ear, down his throat. "I'm-" Tommy pauses. Grunts. "I'm fucking myself with the dildo you bought, wishing it was you."
And that- that's- Buck can't help the sound that pulls - from deep in his chest, low, needy, shaped vaguely like Tommy's name. He inhales and takes in a lungful of Tommy. He exhales and puts some sound into it for Tommy's benefit. He moves his left hand, unclenching it from where he'd been clutching the sheets, and he cradles his balls, tugs them just the way he likes.
"God, Tommy-" All he can think about is the last time he fucked Tommy, almost two weeks ago now, how Tommy looked with his legs spread, curled around Buck's waist; how he took it and took it until he came, untouched, how he clenched around Buck's cock and moaned when Buck came inside him. Buck moves his hand faster again, everything gone slick with the amount of pre-come he's leaking, dripping down his hand and stomach. He's getting close, he can feel it like a rising tide, like a wave just about to crest.
"I'm gonna-" he says, breathing heavily into his phone. "Tommy, you're- I'm-"
"Evan," Tommy rasps, and that does it. Buck comes with a stuttered moan - the wave crests, breaks, flushes to shore and he loses himself, for just a moment. His brain catches back up to the present just in time to hear Tommy gasp his name one more time, followed by a drawn-out moan, then finally heavy breathing. They sit in the quiet, catching their breath together.
"How much longer did you say?"
Tommy chuckles, and Buck knows he's smiling by how he sounds when he says, "Just a little while. I'll keep the bed warm for you."
Buck's heart swoops in his chest at the thought. He can get through this week. On the other side of it, there's a bed with blue-striped sheets, and a gorgeous man waiting for him in it.
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beforeimdeceased Ā· 1 year ago
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IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART OF CRYBABY
CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT7
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pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.
synopsis: make it go awayā€¦
warnings: cunnilingus + fingering (r!recieving)
a/n: oh wow. oh wow. this was actually quite fun to write and i wanted to cry half way through because ironically enough my ex is being mean to me lmao šŸ˜­ iā€™m trying to cut contact and sheā€™s just teasing me like ā€œoh is she really leaving this time? really??ā€ iā€™ve had ENOUGH
And I'm already actin' like a dick, know what I mean? So you might as well stick it in
masterlist.
the party is nothing like their usual after parties, but to be fair, you hadnā€™t been to one of these in months. crowds of people in their best clothes grinding against each other. dina onstage djing while jesse dances behind her. whispering sweet things in her ear. you spot a clear target in the crowd and walk down the stairs towards her.
flashing hues of red, blue, green, and purple cloud your vision as you struggle to approach abby. she decided to show her fucking face again, remembering she was your ride back home. once you push through everyone, you tap her broad shoulder and pull her to the side.
ā€œwhere you been?ā€ you lean against her, clearly gone. not in an intoxicated way, but a mental way. she could see it in your face. in your eyes. in the sunken areas underneath. in the way you were leaning like you were in pain. you fix your posture, putting more walls up. you could tell she was seeing through you.
ā€œare you okay?ā€ she furrows her brows, holding her hand out to touch your cheek. you dodge it. ā€œwhy the fuck wouldnā€™t i be?ā€ you spat. she places the tips of her index and thumb finger on the bridge of her nose, scrunching her face, and sighs. ā€œi shouldā€™ve never said that to you. i was still mad at ellie and i took it out on you. iā€™m sorryā€”ā€œ
ā€œoh fuck it. who cares? everybody keeps treating me like a punching bag and you know what? punching bags donā€™t have feelings. i donā€™t want to feel anymore i justā€”ā€œ
sheā€™s looking at you horrified now. watching ellie take full effect over you. all her cruelty submerging itself into your brain. slowly acting as a parasite on the you she used to know. pieces of that girl were being lost. she was watching it happen in real time.
ā€œiā€”fuck i need to get you out of here.ā€
ā€œbut i just got here abs. and we havenā€™t seen ellieā€”ā€œ
as if it was on cue, ellie appears from a gap in the crowd. her eyes meet yours, and she rushes over to you as she watches abby wrap her arms around you and try to lead you out.
ā€œwait. let me talk to her.ā€ ellie grabs your arm.
ā€œyou better fucking let go or youā€™re gonna loose all your fucking fingers.ā€ abby chimes up, pulling you towards her. ellie laughs. ā€œi donā€™t know who the fuck you think you are, but you only get one of those. and that was it.ā€
ā€œoh really?ā€
ā€œguys seriously.ā€ you pull out of both of their grasps. ā€œenough. iā€™m not a fucking baby. everybody always treats me like iā€™m some fucking fragile fucking baby. fuck off.ā€ you look between the two of them. ā€œweā€™re at a goddamn party, so letā€™s party.ā€
the music is louder than it was before. you let it take over your body, taking one of each girls hands into your own and leading them into the crowd. body grinding against them to the beat of the song.
ā€œlisten, i really need to talk to you!ā€ ellie yells over it. abby is behind you snaking a hand around your waist to pull you closer to her. maneuvering her body to move the way yours was. ā€œno way in hell is that happening.ā€ she yells back for you.
ellieā€™s thinking about how hard she wants to punch her. while sheā€™s looking at the way sheā€™s holding you. while youā€™re smiling. while she balls her fist up and her knuckles turn white. while her breathing starts to calm when she focuses on your hand still in hers, prompting you to dance.
ā€œweā€™ll talk after this then, okay? at the hotel?ā€ her tone is hopeful.
sheā€™s being such a party pooper. prying you for an answer, making it hard for you to enjoy the moment. you feel a rush of emotions creeping in. another memory, another after party.
a very unhappy ellie thatā€™s made a simple mistake onstage. an unnoticeable strum of the wrong string. it was fucking her up. she was drunkenly stumbling around until someone had started to help her sober up. then she stumbled across you. sweet, angelic, kind, perfect and happy you. enjoying the fucking party. ofcourse, youā€™d left crying that night.
you feel the tears welling up but you swallow them down. ā€œfine letā€™s go talk ellie, since youā€™re begging so fucking much. iā€™ll be right back abs.ā€ you reply.
she leads you to a secluded bathroom in the far back. holding your hand and dragging you along like purse. she closes and locks the door, leaning against it.
there are fucking tears threatening to spill, you can hear it in her voice when she speaks up. ā€œi donā€™tā€”fuck i donā€™t know what iā€™ve done to you.ā€
you scoff.
ā€œno i mean i do. i fucked you up. fuck. how do i fix it? what do you want me to do?ā€
youā€™re transported back again. another bathroom, holding ellie as she cries into you. switches to screaming at you, then crying into you again. blaming you for the guitar string mistake. blaming you for her forgetting the lyrics onstage. telling you that youā€™re truly useless, and she has no idea why dina and jesse drag you around with them.
why wonā€™t it go away?
ā€œmake it go away.ā€ you look into her glossy eyes. interlocking your fingers with hers and looking up at her with desperate eyes. a little bit of the old you slipping in before your face molds into a devious expression.
ā€œmake it fuzzy. make me forget. make it go away.ā€
sheā€™s confused at first, and then she laughs cockily. sheā€™s laughing as you pull her closer. sheā€™s laughing as she pushes you up against the counter with a fervor, finding your low grunt of pleasure pure ecstasy.
her lips crash into yours, hands grappling into your waist. ā€œiā€™m sorry.ā€ she pulls away then dives back in. ā€œiā€™m sorry.ā€ she kisses your cheek. ā€œiā€™m so fucking stupid.ā€ she kisses your jawline. ā€œlet me fuck all of this away, okay?ā€ she whispers into your ear.
your mind is growing fuzzy with her hands all over you. tugging up your shirt to kiss and lick and smile against your skin, down your chest to your stomach. tugging on your pants and your underwear. spreading your legs, pushing them apart before attaching her lips to your dripping cunt. tongue slipping in between your folds spreading your wetness to your clit.
you slip your hands into her messy hair, tugging when she sucks harder. slapping her tongue against your bud. the vibration of her humming hard against your heat. sheā€™s eating you out and sheā€™s being so fucking sloppy with it. sheā€™s making a mess of you. making your legs tremble underneath you. you hadnā€™t realized youā€™d been crying out for her. actually crying. tears of pleasure were spilling down your face as you moaned her name.
she pulls away when she realizes, hands cupping your face to wipe them away. ā€œiā€™m making you cry again.ā€ she states.
you open your mouth to respond, but youā€™re cut off by a moan getting pushed out of your throat when her fingers slip into your sloppy sopping hole. curved to hit a spot that was pure euphoria. better than drugs. better than revenge. you were intoxicated. feeling a knot in your stomach start to build as ellie stares into your teary eyes.
she looks like sheā€™s about to say something but she chooses to kiss you instead. on your forehead. on your neck. on your tear stained cheeks. on your pouted lips.
in, out. in, out. at an unsympathetic pace, sheā€™s pounding into you so hard you canā€™t think. sheā€™s doing exactly what she promised. sheā€™s making it all fuzzy for you. sheā€™s helping you forget. sheā€™s helping you feel something other than pain.
you feel yourself coming undone, throwing your head back as you reach your peak. her lips are at your ear as she whispers softly.
ā€œthere you go baby. i got you. itā€™s okay. iā€™m sorry. just let it go.ā€
and you do. you let it all melt away as the pleasure pins and needles run up and down your body. as your eyes roll back. as you forget. forget the hurt. forget the past. forget how to feel.
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ellethespaceunicorn Ā· 4 months ago
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Say It Again
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Title: Say It Again
Rating: Explicit, 18+,Ā Minors - DNI
Pairing: Syverson x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2.4K
Prompts: Captain Syverson + Female Reader + Phone Sex + "Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" + Smut, requested by @summersong69
Summary: Your man surprises you with a call, and you surprise him with a show.
Warnings: masturbation (f/m), Daddy kink, phone sex, Facetime sex, mention of bodily fluids, lovey-dovey Sy
Beta: @peyton-warren
Dividers by me
Support/Reblog banner by me
Cover Art by me
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It wasnā€™t easy having your man halfway across the world, but Sy was serving his country, and you loved him for that. It had been months since he was in your arms, but he always made sure to call, text, or send you a good old-fashioned letter whenever he could. His most recent letter included some spicy polaroids of him that drove you wild.Ā 
You took the photo of him smiling at the camera and lifting a barbell over his head and hung it above your desk in your home office so that whenever you looked up at your corkboard, you were smiling back at your man. You could tell that this picture was taken at the end of his workout as his chest hair was plastered to his pecs with sweat and a pinkish hue dusted across his nose and cheeks. You were always a fan of his hairy chest; tangling your fingers through the curly, dark hairs was a favorite pastime of yours.
Then there is the other photo he sent. This one is your favorite, and it stays in your nightstandā€™s bottom drawer along with your sex toys. Amongst your vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and various other erotic aids is a Polaroid that is pure pornography.
In this most sacred image, Sy managed to take a picture of his gorgeous, hairy chest and his groin. But not only is he shirtless, but he is also holding his fat cock in hand as it leaks. The evidence of his orgasm litters his abs and pecs like a goddamned Jackson Pollock painting. How he managed to take this selfie is a mystery to you.Ā 
You just canā€™t get your mind off of the fact that he wrote the sweetest letter to go with it. All lovey-dovey and ā€˜I miss youā€™ and then this erotic art falls out from between the pages. You almost gasped when you saw it, but instead, you bit your lip and whimpered before taking the picture into the bedroom and promptly masturbating to it.
It had become a habit of yours to think about that specific photo non-stop when you thought about moments with Sy. The thought of his deepĀ baritone would lull you into a headspace where all you could think about was the way he whimpered and gasped for air every time he came. It turns out that the more you missed him, the sluttier and more willing you became.
Until one afternoon...
You sit in your home office, checking your email on your day off when you are interrupted by the sound of Syā€™s ringtone.Ā Runninā€™ Red LightsĀ by The Cadillac Three starts to play, and you smile before picking up your phone and accepting the call.
ā€œHey, baby! I didnā€™t expect to hear from you today. How are you?ā€ Your cheery, bright voice denotes your surprise at hearing from your man.
ā€œWell, today was a helluva day, and I needed to talk with my woman,ā€ he drawls, his accent coming through the phone thick and sexy.
ā€œYou sound exhausted. What time is it there? Itā€™s a little before two in the afternoon here,ā€ you share, concerned that Sy is not getting enough rest.
ā€œItā€™s almost eleven here. I should probably be sleeping; everybody else is. I just canā€™t seem to calm my mind. I figured the best cure to relax me was talking to you,ā€ he hums. ā€œPlus, I havenā€™t talked to you since before I sent my last letter, and I gotta know how you liked the photos.ā€
Shameless flirt.
ā€œYou ainā€™t even gonna ask how I liked the letter? Just straight to the porn you sent me.ā€ You chuckle as he ignores subtlety.
ā€œI already know you liked the letter because Iā€™m a great letter writer. Whatā€™s on my mind at this very second is the thought of where you put the pics,ā€ he muses, the smile on his face evident in his voice.
ā€œOf course. I see your priorities are right on track,ā€ you reply, playing along. ā€œWell, if you must know, I am looking at the workout photo right now. Iā€™m sitting at my desk, and it is staring down at me from my corkboard.ā€
ā€œUh-huh, letā€™s call that the ā€˜safe for workā€™ pic. What did you do with the other one, girl?ā€ His voice sounded so deep and dark as if he had moved his mouth closer to the phone.
ā€œFor that one, I have to go to the bedroom,ā€ you purr.
ā€œGo on to the bedroom and get it for me,ā€ he presses, and you can only imagine the look on his face is probably one of smug satisfaction.
You get up from your desk chair and walk across the hall to the bedroom. You sit on your side of the bed and reach into the bottom drawer of your nightstand. ā€œAlright, baby, I am in the bedroom. Just reached into the bottom drawer of my nightstand, and would you look at that? The ā€˜not safe for workā€™ pic is in there, along with all my favorite toys.ā€Ā 
ā€œWhy donā€™t you go ahead and put me on speaker and then set your phone down in the charging stand?ā€ he instructs, calmly yet strongly. You do as youā€™re told and tell him so. ā€œNow I want you to take out a toy and play with that pretty pussy for me. And I wanna not only hear it but see it as well, so how ā€˜bout you accept my FaceTime request?ā€
Youā€™re so busy trying to choose what toy to take out that your head whips up to see the incoming request. You momentarily wish you were wearing something a little more enticing, but then you remember this is the same man who canā€™t get enough of you, no matter if you are in your Sunday best or a big t-shirt and house slippers. You accept the FaceTime call and pick up yourĀ Big Boss vibratorĀ and some lube, placing them next to you.
ā€œThereā€™s my girl, looking sweeter than Christmas morning,ā€ he says, a big smile plastered on his face as he sits at a desk with one hand scratching his beard and the other out of view. Heā€™s out of uniform, wearing a blue pullover and one of his favorite baseball caps.
You bite your lip, knowing that hand is probably wrapped around himself right now. ā€œChristmas morning, huh? Well, how about I open your present for you, then?ā€ You stand and turn your phone slightly on the charging stand so he can see you clearly as you undress for him.
You start with your old college sweatshirt, pulling it over your head so only your slinky camisole is left, hiding your upper torso from view. Hooking your thumbs in your sleep shorts, you slowly move them down your legs about halfway before turning around and bending over so he can see your cheeky undies barely covering your ass.
ā€œYou are teasing the hell outta me, but fuck if it ainā€™t the sexiest shit in the world,ā€ he breathes, his arm visibly flexing as he appears to stroke himself.
You take pity on him and hold the bottom of your camisole, pulling it up your belly and letting it flop your tits out so he can see them bounce before tossing it to the ground. Next, you slide down your panties and kick them to the side before crawling back into bed. You adjust the phone again to make sure he can see you sitting with your legs spread as you pick up your vibrator. You turn it on the lowest setting and tease your nipples a bit, unable to keep quiet for long.
ā€œThatā€™s it, baby. Let me hear all those noises. Fuck, you look good enough to eat,ā€ he purrs, so eager to see what more you have to show him.
ā€œFuck, it feels so good. Wanna play with my pussy for you, Daddy,ā€ you offer, already feeling your eager hole leaking with arousal.
ā€œYes, baby girl. Play with your pussy for Daddy,ā€ he insists, licking his lips as he watches you.
ā€œYes, Daddy,ā€ you whimper.Ā 
You apply some lube to the vibrator and begin to slide it between your folds, letting it catch on your clit a few times and holding it there for a few seconds before moving the tip down to your entrance. You breathe in deeply before pushing the tip inside of you, staying still for a beat, then pushing it in further up to the hilt. You groan, and your eyes cross as you turn up the vibration speed.
Once you get your bearings, you look back up at your phone. Sy has repositioned his phone so that you can see him leaning back in his desk chair as his cock sticks out of his pants, his hand almost a blur as it rubs up and down his length. His pullover is rucked up and over his head, but his arms are still in the sleeves.
"Fuck, are you gonna recreate the pic for me, Daddy? Wanna see you cum all over that hairy chest while you watch me.ā€ You babble, fucking yourself with your vibrator with deep, slow strokes.
"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" He tsks at you and removes his hand from his cock. Crossing his arms, he lifts an eyebrow as he waits for an answer.
ā€œIā€™m sorry, Daddy. I just miss you so much,ā€ you whine, your sloppy pussy filling the room with a squelching sound. ā€œI need youĀ soĀ bad.ā€
ā€œKeep fuckinā€™ that pretty little pussy and cum for me first. After you cum, Iā€™ll cum. You know how this works. Always make my girl cum first,ā€ he warns, leaning back in his seat and lazily stroking himself as you watch.Ā 
ā€œYes, Daddy,ā€ you gasp, pressing the button to increase vibration speed again. You bask in the higher intensity for a moment before leaning back on your elbow and planting your feet with your legs wide open. This gives you a better angle with which to hit your g-spot every time you thrust the toy inside yourself.
You mumble nonsense as you fuck yourself silly, your slick coating the toy and making it easier to dive deeper inside your pussy. Sy is there to cheer you on as you start to make the familiar moans of ecstasy that he knows only come before you explode.
ā€œThatā€™s it, baby girl. I can tell how close you are. Let go and cum for Daddy so he can cum for you, baby. Donā€™tcha wanna be a good girl for me? Come on, baby. You sound so damn wet for me right now. I bet I could slide right inside you with how fuckinā€™ sloppy that pussy is,ā€ he rambles on, playing with his balls as his hand flies over his length.
Your tongue practically hangs from your mouth as you piston the vibrator in and out of you, hitting your g-spot over and over until you canā€™t hold it in any longer. Your breath hitches, your hand freezes, and you let out a wail as your body convulses and your walls flutter around the thick, vibrating toy.Ā 
You gasp for air as you ride out your high, slowly moving your toy in and out of yourself. Blinking yourself out of your stupor, you look up to see Sy transfixed on you. He sees you watching him, and his hand moves impossibly faster, focusing on the head of his cock.
ā€œOh, baby girl. You looked so perfect cumming for me. You ready for me to cum for you now? Ugh, fuck, Iā€™m gonna cum... Iā€™m gonna-fuck,ā€ he blurts, his hand working his dick through his orgasm as rope after rope of thick, white cum spurts from his tip.Ā 
Just like in the picture, his chest is soon covered in cum. It just keeps coming, leaking over his hand to drip on his balls. The sounds of his gruff moans are music to your ears. His chest heaves as he dips his head back before looking back at you and smiling his goofy grin.
ā€œDamn, girl! What you do to me should be goddamn illegal,ā€ he yawns, stretching his arms out to the side.
ā€œHaha, yeah, I must be such a bad influence on you. Might I remind you that you are the one that got us into this predicament? I only do what Iā€™m told,ā€ you tease, moving your lube and toy to the side to clean in a bit.
ā€œOh really? You gonna play the innocent game? Alright then, on that note, I need to get cleaned up, and so do you, sweetness. Iā€™m suddenly exhausted, and Iā€™ve got a meeting at the crack of ass in the morning, so Iā€™m gonna let you go, ok?ā€ He yawns at the end of his sentence, his eyes already starting to droop.
ā€œAlright, baby. I love you.ā€ You dare to clip your usual goodbye to see what he does.
ā€œUnt uh, girl. Say it again and say it right. Come on,ā€ he prods, his hand making a ā€˜come hitherā€™ gesture.
ā€œI love you to the moon and back and twice around the sun,ā€ you profess, smiling wide as you say it.
ā€œThere it is. I love you, baby. You are my other half, my special person, and my very best friend,ā€ he drawls, his tiredness showing in how his accent sounds thicker than normal.
ā€œSleep well, baby. Iā€™ll talk to you soon,ā€ you hum, beaming at the love of your life.
ā€œEnjoy the rest of your day, love. Buh-bye,ā€ he breathes, waving at you.
ā€œBye, baby,ā€ you say, waving back.Ā 
He winks at you before ending the call, sending your phone back to the lock screen. The photo you took at the beach years ago is staring back at you. Sy is standing with his back to the ocean, arms crossed, with a smug grin on his face. Itā€™s your favorite photo of himā€”well, at least it was until he sent that picture that sits in your nightstand drawer.Ā 
But you canā€™t exactly put that photo on your lock screen, can you?
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A/N: This was almost too fun to writeā€¦oof, that Sy really gets my biscuit buttered.
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hi i would like to req cheol x fem!reader with the song you are in love by taylor swift. thank you!
congrats on 500 followers btw šŸ«¶šŸ¼
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this is part of my 550 followers celebration event (closed now)!
thank you for this request, really hoping you like it! i'm not a swiftie so i was unsure of how to interpret the song prompt. hope i did it justice! posting very very late, thank you for being patient for so long <3 happy bday month to cheollie!!! i love him so much and this couple too. i think i might write a few more drabbles for them later lol
genre: coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, fluff
word count: 3.3k words
warnings: reader is fwb with an oc (not seungcheol).
"you are in love!" your best friend says. "yeah, i know." you sigh, "that's why i've been ranting for so-" "no, silly! not with jay. you're in love with seungcheol!" you had laughed off her words, wondering if she'd become tipsy way too fast into your girls' night.
but when you're lying in your bed later that night, the thought lingers in your mind- the alcohol clearing up and making you progressively more sober as the cold air from the open window hits you, while your friend snores soundly next to you.
"think about it." "i am thinking ab-" "no, you've never really thought about this before. think about it clearly." you'd laughed heartily at her faux-wisdom, which always appeared after finishing two cans of beer.
but she's right. you have actually never thought about this. you've been so obsessed with getting jay to like you that you've never really given a second thought about seungcheol... and what he really means to you now.
"i'd expect more from a stats major and a data analyst, honestly. aren't you supposed to be logical and rigorous-" you slap her arm while doubling over with laughter, knowing full well that she's imitating the words of an infamous professor in your college. "i am being logical. we're just coworkers."
were you?
now that you think about it, certainly not. you're more than coworkers. more like friends. more like best friends. in fact, he's the closest friend you've made since your days in college. just coworkers don't buy each other their favourite drinks when the other has a bad day. just coworkers don't hang out for hours after work nearly every other day. just coworkers don't invite each other to parties with their separate friend groups. just coworkers don't have inside jokes that prevent you from forming friends with anyone else in the office.
your mind travels back to last thursday, when seungcheol had saved your ass for the nineteenth time this year when you'd arrived late by preventing the boss from noticing.
and the thursday before that, when seungcheol had dropped you home after he'd found out that jay had made you cry during an argument in the break room just before work got over.
and the thursday before that, when you'd gone with seungcheol to taste the menu at three different banquets because he was busy planning the wedding of his best friend, joshua, and needed an unbiased taster.
did just coworkers know everything about each other? including his dentist appointment's dates, the last time you went grocery shopping, the last time he went to watch a movie, the vitamin supplements you eat after breakfast, and so much more.
you smile in the darkness. no, you and seungcheol could never be just coworkers. you're best friends, nothing less of that.
but love?
ah, no. you'll bet your life on this one. you've been in love before. and what you feel for seungcheol is nothing like it.
_
your heart hammers in your chest as you ring the doorbell again, the weight of the melting cake heavy in your hand. you distinctly remember jay telling you that he'd be home tonight, then why wasn't he responding to his calls nor opening his door?
you're answered about twenty minutes later. you're sitting on the stairs in front of his flat when you hear him walking up the stairs... and there's someone else's voice too. a female voice.
"y/n?"
words get caught in your throat when you see mina, the new intern fresh out of a college, walking right beside him, arm looped in his, a hickey prominent on her neck, freshly bruised.
"why are you here?" she asks you, and you wince.
"i wanted to surprise you... for your birthday! sorry, i- i didn't know you had plans."
jay smiles as he looks at mina next to him, and pulls her closer. "no, mina actually surprised me too. and we went out dancing. sorry, have you been waiting for long? you should've call-"
"i did."
jay pulls out his phone and checks it. "oh shucks. you've been calling for the last twenty minutes," he takes a step forward and leans in to kiss your cheek, lightly. "you can join us for dinner? i'm sure mina won't mind." mina definitely minds, because she looks like she's going to shoot you down in a matter of seconds.
"nah, i'll just leave. happy birthday though. i can see you had a good one." would you be petty if you didn't give him the cake?
"sorry for making you wait for so long, y/n-ah."
one year and four months.
"no worries, man. enjoy your night. bye mina!" and you smile, like the stupid people-pleaser you are. at least you brought the cake with you.
_
"what's up?" seungcheol opens the door and you smell the heavenly aroma of fried noodles from his kitchen greet you.
"thank you for opening the door."
seungcheol raises an eyebrow at you. "why would i not open the door? you're literally-"
"yeah no, that's cause jay didn't. he went out with mina, it turns out." you stuff the cake into his fridge and stand next to him where he's cooking in a wok.
"mina? intern mina?"
"yeah. they made out too... so i'm guessing it wasn't friendly."
seungcheol scoffs. "mina joined, like, last week."
"two weeks."
"he switched you up for her although he's been with you for a year and a half."
"she's twenty-two, cheol. i'm pushing thirty. i'm not sexy anymore." you bite your lip as you look at the word puzzle in the newspaper on the coffee table. seungcheol doesn't reply immediately, so your heart sinks a little further. even if he doesn't subjectively find you sexy, he could just say it to console you. well, but it's a stretch to even expect that from-
"you're the sexiest woman i've ever met." seungcheol says, his voice softer, as he plops down next to you, holding two bowls filled with the fried noodles. he begins to eat wordlessly, legs propped up on the coffee table, almost inhaling the food. if you move your leg a little, your bodies would touch.
you don't reply. you can't reply. you start eating the food too, relishing the flavours in silence.
"want some more? there's more egg bits towards the bottom, i know you-"
"it doesn't matter if you think i'm the sexiest woman. clearly he doesn't."
"is jay the only person whose opinion matters?"
"are you really asking me that?"
"what i am asking you is that you've wasted one year and a half pining over a man who doesn't care for anything more than sex, and you still hope he's worth your time?"
your breath stutters. seungcheol's staring at you, and you feel shameful and self-conscious suddenly. all the fire and rage from your earlier comments dissipate and you sigh.
"you think i don't have a chance at all?"
"jay is an asshole, y/n. i think that you shouldn't care about him at all. but that's just what i think. my opinion doesn't ma-"
"shut the fuck up," you extend a hand to grab his wrist and make him look at you again.
seungcheol does look at you again but doesn't say anything.
"my best friend says i like you."
seungcheol's fork clatters in his bowl and you both turn to look at each other.
you have no idea why you say that. sure, it's been on your mind all day, all evening, and suddenly you feel like you're on your toes around him through the day. even when you two sat together at work, you'd become oddly conscious of his presence in your periphery, which has never occurred to you before.
"do you?"
and you have no idea why he says it either. in all the million possible options of things he could've said right now, you'd never imagined him asking this to you right on your face.
so you have nothing to say, except a very shaky, a very feeble, "i don't know."
_
the next day, two things happen.
first, seungcheol isn't talking to you. well, he is talking. but not properly. talking like could you press the elevator button or do you want some grapes or did you read the mail.
second, jay's talking to you a lot. he follows you into the break room and apologises again for standing you up on his birthday night.
"it's okay really. i hope you had a wonderful time with mina." you don't make eye contact, not really interested in listening to his whining, instead more focused on making the espresso you know that seungcheol craves during the afternoon.
"i... just wanted to clarify. there's nothing between us, you know. nothing going on." "you don't have to clarify that to me-" "i know. but still. wanted to know if it's all good between us." you push your tongue into your cheek to stop a curse from coming out. finally you pick up the two mugs of coffee and face him. "yes jay, all's good." jay smiles widely. "so are we on for the annual company dinner for this weekend?"
shit. you'd forgotten about that.
"umm-"
"but we go every year!" and jay throws you those puppy eyes that bring out the wrinkles next to his eyes that were the first reason you'd fallen for him.
it, surprisingly, doesn't make you feel weak in the knees.
"i'll confirm by tonight, okay? gotta go."
you head straight to seungcheol's desk and put down the cup of coffee on his desk, making him look up from his desktop.
"do you have a plus one for the company dinner?"
his eyes widen, and he responds after a moment's pause. "no. but-"
"will you come with me?"
"what?"
"will you be my plus one?"
"but you're going with jay?"
"who told you that?"
"you did, genius. that's all you could talk about on monday."
you cringe internally. you don't even know why you do that- talking so much about jay, thinking so much about jay, just... caring so much for him. is it a parasocial thing? like people crush on their celebrities and make imaginary daydreams about taking care of their crushes? because jay certainly hasn't recicprocated even a tenth of your affection.
or maybe it's because of the sex. it is natural for friends with benefits to end up liking each other. well, in your case, liking the other without the other liking you. perhaps it's the physical intimacy. perhaps it's the consolation that you may be pushing thirty but you're still attractive enough to be on the market. perhaps it's the attention he gives you during your hookups. and perhaps it's the lack of attention from anyon-
wait.
you don't have a lack of attention. you have friends.
so it's not the attention bit.
is it specifically male attention?
but seungcheol is male. and he gives you a lot of attention, but only as a friend. you may be the sexiest woman he's ever met but he would never hook up with you. he's way out of your league.
"i don't want to go with jay." you finally respond back, clicking your tongue.
"huh? isn't that like your dream?"
"seungcheol. don't push it."
"i'm the one pushing it? i tell you not to like him, and you're mad at me. i tell you to like him, and you're still mad at me. what am i supposed to say, y/n?" and he pouts. fucking pouts at you like a little boy who's not allowed to eat sweets, and your heart breaks into a million pieces. you know he's not even trying to fake his cuteness (like jay does sometimes) and yet there's something so adorable about him right now that makes you want to-
fuck.
"just answer me, cheol. please. yes or no?"
"when have i ever said no to you?"
your mouth twists as you nod. he hasn't. ever said no to you.
"i'll tell jay i'll be going with you then."
you turn around to walk away, but seungcheol pulls you back, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up close to his chest so that you have to tilt your head up to talk to him. "what?"
"is this some let's make jay jealous mission?"
"what?!" your eyes go wide and you scoff.
"of course NOT. what do you think i am? i'm not that desperate."
seungcheol sighs.
"whatever you say, darling."
_
seungcheol looks as good as ever when he comes around to pick you up and drive you to the company dinner that weekend.
"red suits you," he says, taking in the dress you've brought out from your mother's closet specially for this event. this dress is made to impress. it's the dress your mom wore at the party where she met your dad for the first time, and you've heard from dad countless times how enchanting she looked in the dress. you're hoping you'll do the dress half the justice, but clearly you haven't inherited your mother's body proportions, so it doesn't look as good as it did on her. and yet, the plunging sweetheart neckline allows you to wear pretty accessories that you hardly get to wear to work. it is really a dress to impress. somehow, something inside you wants to impress.... someone. and for some reason, you don't think it's jay.
the car ride is silent. it's extremely uncomfortable because you don't remember the last time you spent ten minutes in the same space as seungcheol without talking to him. you knew you shouldn't have raised the my friend thinks i like you shit. but you've raised it and now you can't go back. his question still lingers in your mind, and it feels like a challenge.
do you like him?
when you look at him in the moonlight, his jawline is shaved clean and his hair is slicked off his forehead. it's not like you've never realised before this how handsome seungcheol is. in fact, it was the one of the first things you'd noticed about him. he's got an aura about him that's so attractive from the outside. but as you grew closer to him, the attraction somewhat wore off into a casual comfort... where you can exist in the same space with him without double taking at his beautiful smile or wondering why his dimples are so cute.
but that's not to say that his appeal is lost on you.
under the moonlight, he looks godly.
''i heard jay's going with mina." he finally tells you when he parks into the parking lot.
"good for them." he looks at you and cocks an eyebrow, and you shrug.
you're about to open the door and step out, but he quickly grabs your hand across the car, and pulls you inside.
"umm. y/n, i don't know what you're doing. but i- whatever i said that day- look, i don't like jay because i think he's rude to you? but apart from that i'm sure he's a great guy and you should like him if you want to. and i have no right to say anything about it-"
"what?" you're so confused by his little monologue.
"sorry i'm saying this poorly. what i mean is, please don't let what i said that night make you avoid jay or anything."
"this isn't about that."
"it's not?" he tilts his head in query.
"no. this isn't about how i feel about jay."
"it's not?" he asks you again, his face more confused. you're tempted to smile at the cute confusion on his features, but you know it'll make him mad for spoiling this serious moment.
"this is about how i feel about you."
_
seungcheol does not utter any more words to you after that. there's still a very prominent confusion on his face, but he masks it well with his natural charm.
but you're not confused at all for once. everything seems to become clear to you with 100% HD clarity. for some reason, it all makes sense now. why your best friend thinks you're in love with seungcheol.
because you've never been in love before.
you've always fallen for the toxic type of person, like jay. relationships that are more about hookups and drunken fights than emotional bonds and care. and your past experience has made you feel that love is nothing smooth. it's always been a rocky path for you. push and pull, where you're both pushed around and pulled to meet to other's conveniences.
but being with seungcheol is so... different.
there's no loneliness. no push and pull, no compromise. only laughter and memories. he makes you smile you more than any of your love interests have made you smile. he makes you laugh ever so often. he takes care of you when you're sick. he cooks for you whenever he comes over because you can't cook to save your life. he wrote you a birthday card. he bought matching t-shirts from a thrift store because you both happened to like the design. right now, when you see the way he's talking to another colleague, his pretty lips articulating every word clearly, your heart warms with fondness. a stray hair sticks out, and you fix it back. he doesn't notice. or he pretends not to. when jay comes around within your periphery, he pulls you closer, and you can't help but smile again. something about everything he does is so endearing.
it's not a eureka moment.
and yet, it feels good to feel love for real for the first time of your life. you can die tonight happily, knowing you're capable of real love. because you know you do love seungcheol. for all his pouty tantrums and all his whining complaints, you love him the most in the world right now, and you simply cannot imagine choosing a life without him.
"do you want to dance?"
seungcheol's been deliberately avoiding eye contact, but now he looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights.
"no."
you giggle at the sudden reply. "why?" his frown deepens, and you tug at his lips with your fingers. "you don't look good when you frown." "it doesn't matter." "it does." "no one's looking at me." "no one's looking at me either." "shut up. jay's boring holes into your dress with the way he's ogling you." seungcheol's face flares up, and you're mildly amused. "and what about the boy i want to ogle?" "huh?" "you. you're so handsome, cheol." his eyes unfocus from jay and back at you, his eyes wide and lips slightly parted.
"what are you doing, y/n? why are you playing with my heart?"
"i'm not, though? i'm just telling you how i feel."
"and how's that?"
"i feel like dancing with you under the moonlight. i feel like going on a long drive with you. i feel like hugging you on the warmth of your couch until we fall asleep. i've never done these things, seungcheol, will you come with me?"
"never danced? fuck, you're not being treated right."
and he shows you. he takes you to the centre of the hall area, where the roof's glass so that it's slightly isolated from the result of the expanse, and the moonlight's shining in like a spotlight. there are only a few people dancing there, mostly couples. but seungcheol and you dance at the very centre, lost in each other's eyes, forgetting that this is a public place. it doesn't matter. nothing does. except him.
you are in love, your best friend's voice floats into your mind. and you smile as you look into seungcheol's eyes, realising she was right all along.
so you tell him.
"i love you, cheol."
seungcheol stutters in his step for a second. but it doesn't matter. your pace was anyway too slow. he pulls you closer against his chest, and cups your cheek with one hand. "what's that?"
"i told you this night's about you. and i've realised it now. i am in love."
and when seungcheol kisses you later that night, you're downright thankful you've finally realised your feelings. because how did you ever think you'd survive without his cherry kisses?
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minkdelovely Ā· 26 days ago
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kinktober ā€” day XV
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prompt: gender swap
revelations
ā€œyour hands were on my hips
your name is on my lips
over over again
like my only prayerā€
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Alastor x Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+
tags/warnings: top!lucifer x bottom!alastor, alastor has a vagina, oral (alastor receiving), outercourse, no penetration orgasm šŸ¦ŒāœØ
word count: 2.3k
summary: alastor and lucifer, back in their own bodies, have found some footing in their new routine. but thereā€™s been something on alastorā€™s mind that he just canā€™t shake, which leads to surprising discoveries for the new lovers.
authorā€™s note: can you believe weā€™re halfway through kinktober already?? this is a continuation of @macabr3-barbi3 body swap prompt <- please be sure to read this first to get the full experience ā™„ļø i was very excited to finally take a swing at this, and i hope you enjoy it! if thereā€™s any takeaway, itā€™s that i will make alastor a cute little mess whenever i can šŸ˜ˆ quote is from burning desire by lana del rey.
coven: @fraugwinska @hazelfoureyes @macabr3-barbi3 @sugoi-writes @synamartia šŸ•Æļøā™„ļø
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ā€œIā€™d like us to try something different this time...ā€
Lucifer hums in response, too lost in the stupor Alastorā€™s scent puts him in to form words. Youā€™d think after a month of intimacy that heā€™d have grown a tolerance for it, but the angel feared he had actually gotten weaker now that he didnā€™t have to stave off his desires.
He felt that same wave of relief pour through him, remembering how he pleaded with Alastorā€™s voice: Please donā€™t regret this. Lucifer had spent many nights following this in gratitude, eagerly receiving and reciprocating Alastorā€™s passions. They had both made good on their proposition to attune each other to their tastes, and Lucifer was currently indulging in one of his. It wasnā€™t just Alastorā€™s scent that drove him crazy, but also the sounds he made under Luciferā€™s touch. Eliciting a myriad of gasps and moans from the demon as he laid claim to the delicate, tantalizing flesh under his mouth.
Alastorā€™s neck was always hidden behind a high collar, making the skin there particularly sensitive. The evidence of Luciferā€™s ardency was easily hidden, and the King found his eyes wandering to that collar often, as if seeing through the cloth to his markings underneath.
Mine.
Leave it to Alastor to give him a possessive streak.
ā€œLucifer, are you listening?ā€ Alastorā€™s voice was breathy but the irritation it conveyed managed to cut through the fog in Luciferā€™s mind.
The subtle bite of Alastorā€™s claws on his ribs was enough to finally draw him away from his loverā€™s delectable neck, readjusting himself in Alastorā€™s lap to look at him properly. Learning how to make Alastor cum wasnā€™t the only thing Lucifer had learned over these last few weeks. Pissing Alastor off was a sure fire way to end up falling asleep alone with his hand down his pants.
ā€œYou wanna try something different.ā€
Maybe he had said it too directly, or the eye contact was too much, but he didnā€™t expect to get the reaction he did out of the demon. Alastorā€™s face flushed pink, a gorgeous rosy shade that accentuated the handsomeness of his face. Fuck, he was so effortlessly endearing sometimes. Lucifer felt his cock twitch between his legs when Alastor broke eye contact. Bashfulness was a rarity on the Radio Demon, and it made Lucifer salivate. Something primal in him waking up that he didnā€™t know was there until recently.
ā€œHey, come on, you know you can tell me,ā€ Lucifer said sweetly enough, caressing Alastorā€™s face. Though the glint in his eyes was anything but, exposing the hunger he was trying to keep at bay.
Rushing Alastor into things never ended well, while patience always paid off.
Alastor relaxed under Luciferā€™s touch and turned back to him, but his crimson eyes remained apprehensive. ā€œIā€™ve been thinkingā€¦ about our first time.ā€
How could Lucifer forget? It was one of the best mornings in his long existence. But he stayed silent, waiting for Alastor to continue.
ā€œAnd as much as I enjoy fucking you to oblivion,ā€ Alastor emphasized this with a squeeze to Luciferā€™s hips, some confidence returning to his face and static-laden timbre, ā€œIā€™d like toā€¦ try that out again. In my own body this time.ā€
It took Lucifer a second to catch on, but the smile that spread on his face was eager when he realized what Alastor was suggesting.
Lucifer was also quite fond of the way Alastor took control in the bed. He had always been a bit spoiled this way, being claimed by his lovers and basking in their affection. It was nice to let someone else take the reins and turn his mind off while his body bloomed like an evening flower, so long as the florist knew what they were doing. And, boy, did Alastor know what he was doing.
But the opportunity to turn the tables was too enticing to pass up. How could he, really, when Alastor was being so charmingly coy about it? Their first time was never too far from Luciferā€™s mind, and it filled him with more happiness than he expected that it was the same for Alastor ā€” perhaps even more so, given this request. How long had he been holding this back?
Lucifer brought his other hand up to Alastorā€™s face and stood on his knees to kiss him. It seemed to be answer enough for the demon, his large hands fervently gripping Luciferā€™s hips in response. They stayed this way until Alastor had to come up for air, hot puffs of breath permeating the space between their open mouths as Lucifer gently guided him to lay down. Alastor was still panting as Lucifer began to unbutton his shirt, planting kisses on each patch of exposed skin as he made his way down.
ā€œYouā€™ll feel a bit of a tingle, but I promise it wonā€™t hurt,ā€ Lucifer said into Alastorā€™s stomach, relishing the way the muscles twitched under the tickle of his breath.
A radiant, golden light enveloped them for a moment, followed by the promised tingle and thenā€¦ nothing. Or, wellā€¦ not nothing. Alastorā€™s pants felt looser in the groin but tighter on the hips, his budding erection all but gone as the ache of his arousal swelled. The heat he felt in his lower abdomen was familiar but his desire was now inside, a subconscious clench of his new sex alerting him to how empty he felt. It was a sensation he had only experienced the one time in a body that wasnā€™t his, and the thrill of discovery made him tremble; his mind gone cottony with this sudden onset of need and submission. Unable to form the words required to convey his want, a whine choked him. Amplified by an involuntary roll of his hips against Luciferā€™s chest.
The air around them shifted, oppressive and electric; alerting the animal mind buried deep within man that something was coming.
It took all of Luciferā€™s self control to stop him from tearing Alastorā€™s pants to shreds in his need to unveil what awaited him underneath. But he managed somehow, his kisses on Alastorā€™s belly gone feverish as he quickly unfastened the belt embellishing the demonā€™s slender waist. Lucifer gave it a harsh pull and flung it away as if it had bitten him, unconcerned with whatever patch of floor it decided to land on as he unbuttoned the offending pants. Only then did he manage to calm himself some, giving a final kiss to the supple flesh protecting Alastorā€™s newly formed womb before looking up at his disheveled lover.
ā€œYou donā€™t know how much it means, trusting me with this,ā€ Lucifer said, his sincerity potent with reverence as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of the Overlordā€™s pants and underwear. ā€œThank you for letting me take care of you Alastor.ā€
He was rewarded with another bashful display, Alastorā€™s ears pressed tightly against his head as he swallowed thickly. Glazed eyes and the pink flush of his face and tufted chest diluting the insolence of his retort. ā€œQuit fussing and get on with it already.ā€
There were a few canned responses that came to Luciferā€™s mind: Patience is a virtue, be careful what you wish for. But as they say, actions speak louder than words.
With a snap of his fingers they were both divested of clothes, and Alastor gasped as the cool air collided with his molten core. He didnā€™t have the opportunity to complain about it before Lucifer knelt down, devoutly kissing the inside of Alastorā€™s left thigh as his hand kneaded the other. Alastor sighed but his stomach tensed, a small spurt of liquid trickling out of him as Luciferā€™s mouth made its way closer to the spot he desired it most.
Lucifer paused to admire the sight before him, earning a frustrated mewl from the demon. Alastor was ethereal, purveying a softness Lucifer honestly never thought possible, even after all the new facets heā€™d uncovered over the last month. But as he set his gaze on Alastorā€™s gorgeous cunt ā€” adorned with a soft down of red and black hair ā€” the domineering urge which was so new to him writhed under his skin, begging to proclaim its territory.
Finally, he brought himself to Alastorā€™s center. Unable to resist the need to smell the demonā€™s intoxicating arousal before extending his tongue, lapping up the juices collected there as if in offering. Alastor jerked in reaction, keening with relief as Lucifer groaned, quickly settling himself between Alastorā€™s legs to start his ministrations in earnest. He hiked those gorgeous long legs over his shoulders, firm tongue swirling over Alastorā€™s clit with a measured pace that belied his eagerness. It wouldnā€™t do to overwhelm the poor thing.
Alastor seemed to be doing well, though. Cursing between soft moans while his hips rolled against the angelā€™s mouth. Lucifer sighed into that delicious heat as Alastorā€™s fingers found purchase in his blonde hair, a feeling of wholeness washing over him that he hadnā€™t felt in centuries.
ā€œYouā€™re so fucking perfect,ā€ Lucifer lamented before his forked tongue dove back into its newfound Eden.
He felt like he was floating away from himself, lost in the saccharine taste and sounds of his lover. The demonā€™s scent now fully bloomed, perfuming the air with the verdant musk that had tortured Lucifer since their first meeting. How easily the angel was reduced to his baser natures, the need to revere and praise woven into his very being reminding him of his place. In this instance it didnā€™t matter ā€” nor did he ever think it would when it came to how he felt about the sinner beneath him. Lucifer would weather whatever storms Alastor threw his way, so long as the days ended with them in the safe harbor of their bed.
Luciferā€™s tongue had just pressed up to focus on the sensitive inner nerve when a low, drawn-out bleat from Alastor caught them both off-guard. Alastorā€™s hands quickly detangled themselves to clasp over his mouth with Luciferā€™s head popping up to follow, his hair ruffled like unruly feathers. He took in the look on Alastorā€™s face, beet-red with embarrassment, and felt the expression on his own soften with an overwhelming affection. Nothing they had tried so far had managed to pull a sound like that from Alastor ā€” but Lucifer wasnā€™t completely surprised. He wrote the book on cunnilingus, after all.
Despite the swell of pride, he managed to keep his wolfish grin to himself. If he wanted to keep this going, heā€™d have to save the gloating for later. Though his cock throbbed, leaking desperately from Alastorā€™s modesty as his brain finally registered his own painful arousal. Lucifer thought absently that it was a miracle he hadnā€™t already finished against the sheets.
ā€œYou okay, honey?ā€
Alastor nodded his head, squeezing his eyes shut to hide from Luciferā€™s earnestness. Another wave of endearment poured through the angel, coating his veins like syrup as he journeyed up to gently remove the hands from Alastorā€™s mouth. It wasnā€™t without resistance though, Alastor stubborn as always to have his way. But Lucifer won in the end, bringing one hand to his mouth with an adoring kiss that made Alastor wriggle, feeling more exposed than ever despite his eyes still being closed. The soothing tone of Luciferā€™s amused chuckle mingled in the air with frayed static as he leaned down to place a kiss to Alastorā€™s hot cheek.
ā€œIf you need to we can ā€” ā€
ā€œDonā€™tā€¦,ā€ Alastor interjected, unsteady, ā€œdonā€™t say it. Itā€™s too embarrassing. Just ā€” ah!ā€
Lucifer provided an interruption of his own, taking advantage of Alastorā€™s closed eyes to rub his erection through warm slick. His wanton moan of alleviation quickly tarnishing any form of superiority he had managed to gain as Alastor whined below him, eyes flying open from shock. Lucifer rolled his hips again and they cried out in unison, the air between them humid with their desire. A hiss escaped through Luciferā€™s teeth as Alastor moved his hips to meet him, and he was now genuinely concerned that he might not even get the chance to enter before the onset of his climax.
But his body had other concerns, overriding the alarm bells in his mind as he ground his cock against Alastorā€™s folds. Their combined fluids making it all too easy to stimulate their most sensitive parts. Lucifer was writhing, helpless against his instinct to follow through. The luscious heat from that swollen, wet cunt ā€” he wanted to curse and worship himself for using such an effective spell.
He wasnā€™t the only one enjoying themselves more than expected. Each whine, squeal, and bleat from Alastor goaded Lucifer on. Reinforced by the steady rolling of his hips, craving the friction of Luciferā€™s hard length against his sex and lower belly.Ā 
Alastorā€™s claws dug into the tender flesh of Luciferā€™s ribs, mouth open as he panted between moans and sobs, his abdomen quivering from the building tension of pleasure. They were beginning to lose rhythm now, each of them chasing down the relief they needed so desperately.
ā€œLucifer, please ā€” please, Iā€¦!ā€
ā€œMm-me too ā€” hahā€¦ fuck!ā€
Lucifer cried out as he felt the first ropes of his release escape him, Alastorā€™s blissed out face seared into his mind before his vision went white. Somewhere in the fog he could hear Alastor calling his name through heaving breaths as their bodies rode out the high, clumsily rocking against each other until they were twitching from oversensitivity. Lucifer blinked back the haze until his lover came back into view, collapsing on top of him before he kissed every part of Alastorā€™s face his lips could touch.
It wasnā€™t until Alastor shuddered that Lucifer realized the salt on his tongue was from tears and not sweat. Lucifer shushed him, pressing a tender kiss to Alastorā€™s temple as he pet his hair to soothe him.
ā€œIf you mention this to anyone, Iā€™ll tear your heart out and eat it in front of the entire city,ā€ Alastor threatened, words muffled as he hid his face in the swoop of Luciferā€™s neck; his usual venom reduced to petulance.
Lucifer laughed, the heart in question fluttering as he sank into Alastorā€™s embrace. ā€œYou knowā€¦ we really need to work on your pillow talk. Lucky for you that I believe in second chances.ā€
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hwangyeddeongie Ā· 6 months ago
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This just randomly came to mind but headcanons of Yeji with a muscled masc gf? Idk why but I feel like sheā€™d be an absolute sucker for people fitting that descriptionšŸŽ€
omg this ask got me out of the gutter at first I thought it said ā€œYeji AS a muscled mascā€ and I was like fuck yeah and then I saw it was ā€œYeji with a muscled mascā€ and now I might need to write two versions bc šŸ˜©
as a muscled girl whoā€™s always been self conscious about not being ā€œfeminine enoughā€ this was healing to write, so thanks for the ask! sorry itā€™s so short :(
yeji x muscled!fem!reader hcs
Fluff, Suggestive
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-you have a habit of wearing baggy clothes in general, just because theyā€™re more comfortable to you than short or slim fits
-so yeji doesnā€™t actually know how ripped you are until you guys are a few months into your relationship
-she knows youā€™re strong from the way you squeeze her when you kiss and how you can pick her up with ease, and she loves it
-influenced by chaeryeong, she decides she wants to start going to the gym
-you already have a membership somewhere, and offer to go with her for the first few sessions to help her out
-she agrees, elated to do something she knows youā€™re passionate about with you
-you wear your usual attire, a hoodie and shorts with a sports bra underneath
-but for some reason, itā€™s warmer inside the gym than it usually is, which prompts you to take off your hoodie a few minutes into your workout
-you finish a whole set of pull ups before you notice yeji is staring, mouth agape
-ļæ½ļæ½what?ā€ you say as she walks over to you from her station
-she reaches out a hand and runs her fingers over your bicep, and then squeezes it
-ā€œI didnā€™t know you were soā€¦muscular.ā€ she blushes, staring in awe
-after that, she insists on you wearing less covering clothing
-goes FERAL for muscle tees
-like you only wear those if youā€™re purposefully trying to rile her up
-tbh also loves it when you wear tops, sheā€™s a sucker for your abs and will poke them whenever she gets the chance
-will 100% stare openly at you, only a little embarrassed when you catch her
-ā€œare you checking me out?ā€
-ā€œam I not allowed to appreciate that my girlfriend is the hottest person alive?ā€
-buys a gym membership, but sheā€™s barely getting any training in, considering the only time she goes is with you, and she just spends the whole time checking you out
-likes to trace the veins on your hands and arms
-thinks itā€™s the hottest thing when you pick her up effortlessly or pull her in by the waist
-she squeezes your biceps a lot, esp when you hold her by the waist
-absolutely refuses to let you wear anything more than shorts and bra at home (honestly she would prefer you without anything on, but sheā€™ll settle for this for now)
-overall she just loves your muscles
-because she loves you!
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hornyhornyhimbos Ā· 1 year ago
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Happy By The Poolside
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pairing: steve harrington x afab!reader
summary: while they wait for the annual pool party to start, steve knows exactly how to keep his lover happy by the poolside ā˜¼ā™”
word count: 1,477
warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ CONTENT) oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, semi-public sex (sex by the pool), nicknames (baby, sweetheart), edancy appearance because i said so, allusions to steve jerkin it in the bathroom, no pronouns or reader descriptors used other than reader wearing a bikini, color coded speaker tags!
genre: fluffy, established relationship smut ā™”
extra notes: did y'all really think i'd let fourth of july go by without slutty 'i <3 swimming' steve?
beta read by: @lcvingprentjss (love u sm)
masterlist | location smut prompts | ask box
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it was hot. it was oh so hot. but it wasn't the 80Ā° heat that had you feeling that way. no, what had you feeling that way was a certain brunette boy in big sunglasses and loose-hanging shorts.
you all but stared as steve emerged from the pool, blue swim trunks settled low on his waist, accentuating the trail of hair on his lower belly and the dips of his adonis belt. you practically drooled as he shook out his wet hair, beads of water flying about and landing in various spots on the concrete and your chaise.
he reached for the towel that he'd tossed at the end of the chair, a few loose droplets of of water falling onto your feet as he did so. you'd been happy right where you were, enjoying a magazine as the sun rays beat down on your body, fingers crossed that you'd have a tan after this, not a nasty case of sunburn. steve had been pouting half the morning, trying to get you in the pool with him, but you hadn't budged, saying you were happy by the poolside, waiting until the rest of your friends had arrived for the pool party.
still, even an hour after you'd sat down on the chaise, he wasn't letting up. "baby," he said, somehow managing to make the term sound conspiratorial, "are you sure you don't want to join me?"
you shook your head, putting this month's edition of cosmo to the side and taking off your sunglasses to meet his gaze. "everyone should be here soon. then you'll have plenty of time with me in the pool. it's not like dustin would ever let me miss the annual chicken fight."
he chuckled at your statement, but took your hand in both of his and gave you that look, the one he always gave you when he was determined to get you to do whatever he wanted. "come on, baby. please?" his bottom lip puckered out like a child in a candy store. "just for a few minutes?"
"nope," you answered, putting your sunglasses back on as the sun moved further overhead. "i only have so much time today to start on my tan. besides, they'll be here any minute."
in protest, steve pulled you up from the chair and tugged you toward the pool. "come on, at least dip your toes in."
you supposed you couldn't argue with his compromise. he walked around to the steps, slowly submerging himself in the pool once again, while you sank onto the concrete, dipping your feet into the contrastingly cool water. you chuckled as steve went limber, letting the small waves of water carry him through the pool. "you're missing out," he stated, like it was an absolute fact.
"i'm perfectly fine right here, my little fish," you teased. you kicked your feet softly in the water, watching as tiny ripples floated to join the bigger ones that carried steve. from this new angle, the sun was hidden behind his neighbors' trees, prompting you to place your sunglasses to the side and get a better look at steve: the once dark blue shorts now a beautiful cerulean, just a tad darker than the water he floated on, his normal wavy tufts now a sea of dark curls, the way his skin practically sparkled in the sliver of sunlight that wasn't hidden behind his neighbors' sugar maples. you watched as beads of water slid down his stomach, dragging along every crevice and line of his abs. you'd be lying if you said the sight didn't have you turned on.
steve must've noticed the way you'd been staring, forcing himself upright again and wading through the water toward you. unbeknownst to you, that little red bikini you had on was doing a number on him, his inner monologue and thoughts being driven by his little head at this point. he made his way over to you, placing a delicate kiss on your leg, looking up at you through water-matted eyelashes. "baby," he said, his tone teasing this time.
"hmm?" you hummed in response, afraid your voice would betray you if you said anything more.
his eyes flicked between your eyes and the place where your thighs squeezed together. you needed him, and you both knew it. "you okay?"
you managed to nod, the friction between your legs not at all aiding the want that had taken over your body. "i'm good," you said sheepishly, a blush creeping up your skin.
"are you sure? because," he paused, placing his giant palm on your knee and pulling your legs apart. he smirked at the wet spot he'd unknowingly created on your bathing suit. "you seem like you could use some help over here," he finished, his hand making its way up to your thigh.
the logical part of your brain managed to take over for a moment. "steve, people will be here any minute," you protested, despite the irrationally horny side of your brain that was currently fistfighting the logical side.
"then i'd better be quick," he said, his hands inching toward your bikini bottoms.
he left a space of availability in the air for any more protests you might have. after all, even though you were in a very established relationship, consent was always key. but you made no more argumentative comments, only approving moans and the occasional, "please," as he pulled your bathing suit down.
his lips met your clit with soft licks at first, giving you time to respond with just how hard and fast you needed it. your hands met his hair, tangling in the wet curls as you pulled him closer to you, letting out a soft moan as he suckled your bud.
he pulled your bikini bottoms all the way off, setting them aside on the concrete before meeting your pussy once again. your legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you again. his damp hair settled on the sides of your thighs, sending a shiver up your spine.
his tongue worked itself in heavenly figure eights around your core, while one of his hands met your entrance. he toyed at your hole with his fingertip, waiting for some kind of approval to continue.
you gave him exactly that, letting out a whine that sounded like an attempt to say, "please, stevie," but was nearly incoherent. he slipped one finger inside you, the sensation absolutely intoxicating.
he left a series of open-mouthed kisses on your clit, his digit continuing to bury itself inside you. he moaned at the taste, and the vibration had you inching closer to your release. your fingers curled into his hair while your toes curled into his back as his finger reached that sweet spot deep inside you.
the logical part of your brain took over once more as you spared a quick glance at your watch. "steve, they're gonna be here any second," you said through moans, hands pulling so hard at his hair that you were surprised you hadn't ripped it out yet.
"patience, baby, patience," he reminded you, immediately diving back into your cunt. his finger was accompanied by a second, his thrusts only becoming faster and deeper with every flex of the digits. your eyes had started to roll back and your toes had started to curl even harder. you were close, oh so close, and you both knew it.
the familiar rumble of eddie's truck trumpeted from what sounded like a few houses down. "steeeeve," you let out, ever so close to your orgasm.
his fingers drove impossibly deeper into your cunt, his mouth only parting from you to say, "cum for me, sweetheart."
as if on cue, your orgasm rippled throughout your body, pain and pleasure taking over all of your senses. a moan escaped your lips at the last possible second as the truck turned off outside the fence.
steve left one last open-mouthed kiss on your core before rushing to pull your bottoms back on. "you let them in while i go, uh, fix something in the bathroom."
you giggled, watching as steve padded toward the back door. surprisingly, you managed to compose yourself between the fifteen feet that lied between the pool and the gate, a smile making its way onto your lips as you let your friends in. "hey, guys," you greeted, moving to let the trio in.
mike entered first, while eddie and nancy stepped in behind him, eddie's arm tossed around his girl's shoulders. "you okay?" nancy asked, seemingly having noticed your wobbly legs.
"i'm fine," you answered. "just stood up a little too fast. got a little lightheaded."
steve chuckled as he closed the glass door behind him, making his way inside the house and heading toward the bathroom. if you thought that was lightheaded, just you wait until the after partyā€¦
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ibetonlosinghuskies Ā· 4 months ago
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hey I was wondering if you could do a fic about either p or a and reader. Iā€™ve been thinking about this for a while but idk how to write. It could be like reader is dating p or a and is also good friends w the team and they all go out to the lake or in a boat. reader is having a good time and they are all in the water in swim suits having fun. one of the girls on the team suggests that they take a photo and everyone is down including reader but then someone says that they want to post the photo on socials and then readers mood changes and offers to take the photo instead of being in it. reader is mid sized and has body image issues and is insecure especially being in swimsuits with all athletes and thinks she looks bad and doesnā€™t want people to see her on socials because she has had people bully her before for how she looked. and then p or a notices and like comforts here. sorry this was really longĀ 
i absolutely adore this prompt, thank you for suggesting!! iā€™m not saying i waited till charm came out to release this butā€¦yk i had to throw a clairo song in regardless (ty for being patient w/me)
as a tall girlie, who grew up mid-sized myself, this hit so close to home.
second nature (azzi x fem!reader)
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summary: just the prompt :)
dislcaimer: as always, everything i write is fictional!
word count: 3k +
trigger warnings: body image issues, bullying, mild anxiety.
cw: just fluff
author's note: please know all of you are SO SO beautiful and loved, just the way you are. i love you, enjoy <3
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azzi was an amazing girlfriend.
patient, sensitive, and effortlessly supportive, she had a way of making everything okay. you'd only been dating for a few months, but she made it feel like you'd known each other for years.
you told her everything. azzi had a presence that made all your feelings spill out of you. sometimes, you'd talk for hours about whatever crossed your mind. and she'd listen, nod, eyes soft like every word out of your mouth was sugar.
with azzi, you felt truly heard.
not to mention, she's drop-dead gorgeous. you sat on the dock, book in hand, admiring the way the afternoon sun kissed her skin. azzi wrestled with her teammates in the water, splashing water into each other's faces.
god, they looked like a hollister ad.
shadows catching the perfect angles, their bodies long and slender. the subtle flex of their abs as they laughed, a gap between their thighsā€”all things you noticed, all things that made your insecurities flare up. you couldn't help but compare yourself, a familiar feeling of inadequacy building in your gut.
why can't i look like that?
every once in a while, azzi would dip her head under the water, arms outstretched in an effortless butterfly stroke. she'd emerge to the surface, soft brown curls dripping beads of water like pearls.
she must've felt your stare because she turned quickly, water falling off her shoulders. "hey, babe! come join us!" she calls out, treading water confidently.
you hesitated, fingers tightening around your book. the thought of being in a swimsuit around all these athletes made your stomach churn. you imagined how you'd look standing next to their toned bodies, the comparison making you want to disappear.
you thought about hiding between the pages of your book, slipping between the cracks. but her invitation was clear, she wanted you there, with her.
azzi examines your expression, giving you a slight nod. the softness of her gesturing giving you enough confidence to set your book aside.
you took off your swimsuit cover slowly and modestly. trying to stall, you folded the cover into a perfect square, your hands shaking slightly. you took a quick breath, trying to steady your racing heart.
please don't let them stare. please don't let them judge.
eventually, you made your way to the water's edge, dipping your toes in. the water had a sharp coolness, making you acutely aware of how warm your skin had been. you felt exposed, vulnerable, but comforted under azzi's gaze.
"there you are!" ice grinned, splashing water in your direction. "was worried you were gonna stay on that dock all day, girl."
you laughed weakly, trying to shake off your insecurities. these were your friends. azzi's teammates had been welcoming to you from day one. but still, you couldn't help but feel like the odd one out, even if it wasn't apparent to them.
ā€œhey, donā€™t splash her!ā€ azzi pouts, splashing water back at ice dramatically. she wades through the water over to you, then reaches to cup your face. her thumb strokes your face, wiping off whatever drops of water had splashed you, which was maybe like a drop or two. however, you appreciated the gesture, savoring a moment of her touch.
she's so gentle with me.
"are you good?" she searches your eyes. "i know the water is a bit cold," her voice apologetic, eyelids fluttering awaiting your response.
she always knows when something's wrong.
you nod, giving her a small smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. azzi's hand slides down your arm, your hands interlocking. she tugs at your hand pulling you further into the water, her touch insistent but patient.
she always seems to know exactly what you needā€”a gentle push but never a shove.
you allow her to guide you into the water slowly, grateful for the calmness she carries in her touch. you focus on the warmth of her hand, an anchor against the tide of your insecurities.
"there you go," she murmurs, smiling at you. "you're doing great."
maybe this won't be as bad as i thought.
the water lapped around your waist, a gentle hug causing your swimsuit to cling even closer to your body. but the feeling was minuscule in contrast to the loving waves of azzi's smile.
as you looked around, you noticed a volleyball net stretching across a small section of the lake. the net swayed gently with the ripples of the tide, a makeshift court across the sparkling water.
"hey, you two," kk called out, splashing in your direction, holding a volleyball at her waist. "come play with us!"
the same way they do every time, azzi's eyes lit up with a competitive flare. "wanna show these losers how it's done, babe?" she smiled, squeezing your hand.
before you could answer, ice waded over, "alright, let's pick teams. i call dibs on first pick!" she pointed directly at you, her smile wide and welcoming. "i want our newest member on my team!"
a warmth spread through your chest at being chosen first, a feeling of belonging you've longed for all your childhood. but before you could take a step towards ice, azzi interlocks your arms, pulling you closer.
"no way," azzi protested, her voice playful but firm. "this one's mine," she smiled at you, glancing down at your lips for a moment. "you can't split us up."
ice raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "oh? and who made that rule?"
"i did, just now," azzi declared, sticking out her tongue. her playful and clingy gesture gave you butterflies. it was something small, but it felt good to be picked first. to be chosen.
especially by her.
paige, treading water nearby, let out a laugh. "dude, trust me," she said, shooting ice a knowing look. "you don't wanna argue with her."
"we'll take aubrey too," azzi smiles confidently, waving her over.
before you knew it, you were caught up in the game. the rules seemed to change every few minutes, with paige declaring random new scoring systems that had everyone laughing and arguing.
their competitiveness was contagious, fueling your focus. you felt proud to be keeping tempo with these pro athletes. each play felt like shedding a layer of doubt, your movements becoming more natural, more assured.
as the game wore on, the sun slowly dipped in the sky, casting a warm glow across the water. finally, both teams were tied, and the next score would win the game.
ice served the ball, sending it arcing high over the net. the ball sailed towards you, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see azzi positioning herself near the net.
"azzi!" you called out, setting the ball in her direction.
azzi moved with fluid grace, jumping to meet the ball. her hand connects with the ball, spiking it straight down over the net. the ball hit the water with a satisfying splash.
for a moment, silence.
then azzi face lights up with excitement. she runs over to aubrey, who was the closest to her, raising her hand for a high five.
almost immediately, azzi's eyes found yours, and her smile grew even wider. she ran towards you, her pace quickening with each step.
before you could process what was happening, azzi reached you. she wrapped her arms around your waist and lifted you up, spinning you both in a half-circle. water droplets flew off your bodies like tiny jewels, catching the late afternoon sun.
"that's my girl!" azzi beamed, her face close to yours, eyes shining with pride.
she pulled you in closer by the waist, her lips finally meeting yours. her lips soft and sweet, tasting like lake water and honey. her kiss like a tidal wave, washing away your uncertainty. for just a moment, in her arms, the world seemed to fade awayā€”and with it all your insecurities.
a wave of gratitude flooded your body. standing there, you realized you were part of the team, no different from any of the polished athletes all around you.
i belong here. with them. with her.
the brief moment was interrupted by a splash of water from the other side of the net. "girl boo, this isn't a cutest couple contest," kk teased.
"be glad, 'cause we'd win every time," azzi shoots kk a look, before pulling back to look at you from arm's length, "i mean, look at my girl."
maybe i've belonged all along.
azzi looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. her gaze was a gentle blanket, wrapping you in her soothing presence. her eyes, soft brown cotton, coating every self-detrimental thought that raced through your mind.
how did i get so lucky?
"race y'all to the boat!" paige shouted, already sprinting towards the dock.
a chorus of laughter and protest erupted as everyone splashed through the water to follow. azzi grabbed your hand, her touch still feeling electric after all this time.
"come on," she giggled, tugging you along gently. for once, you weren't thinking about how you looked or what they were thinking about. you were just in this moment, hand in hand with azzi, surrounded by your friends.
the sun glinted off the lake's surface, laughter echoing across the water. azzi helped you into the boat, offering her hand, still breathless and laughing. once everyone reached the boat, ice pulled out her phone. "alright we need a group picture," she smiled. "the lighting is perfect."
suddenly, the carefree feeling evaporated. the group gathers together, posing effortlessly, you felt your body stiffen. as the camera snaps, suddenly you're not on the boat anymore.
you're eleven, at a sleepover. a group of your friends gathered around you, a tangle of skinny limbs and bright smiles. holding each other on their backs, posing for a group photo. you just stand awkwardly to the side.
your heart begins to race, pounding against your ribcage, like it's pleading for some sort of escape. your smile feels like you're lying through your teeth. gritting them together, attempting to hide your self-doubt.
you're fifteen, you just posted a photo on instagram. a wave of cruel comments flooding your socials. each pointing out a different insecurity. some you didn't even know you should be insecure about until then.
your throat tightens, constricting every word you wish you could say. the world around you seems to shrink, the walls of the landscape closing in on you. the sun suddenly feeling like a spotlight on your body.
last summer, your mother's hand on your shoulder, heavy with judgment. she suggests trying a new diet, a different hairstyle, a new workout routine. like you were a project to be fixed.
a wave of nausea rushes through you. you're hyper-fixed on your bodyā€”the way your thighs touch, how your swimsuit clings to your curves, the urge to cross your arms over your stomach.
the world around you blurs, spinning with each click of the camera. you blink rapidly, trying to regain your focus, to hide the tears threatening to well up in your eyes.
"y'all mind if i post this?" ice's voice cuts through the fog of your thoughts. she turns the phone around to the group.
you take a step closer, your knees buckling underneath you. as you peer at the screen, your breath catches in your throat. there you are, surrounded by toned, athletic bodies. the contrast feels stark, and painful, like a slap to the face. your eyes search your body, focused on every perceived flaw. you didn't just see themā€”you saw everything you felt you'd never be.
is this really how others see me?
"actually," you speak up, your voice soft and hesitant, "why don't i take another one? that way you can all be in it together."
you force a smile, hoping they don't see through it. "i'm not really photogenic anyway," you add, laughing weakly.
as you reach for the phone, your eyes meet azzi's. there's a flicker of concern in her gaze, a silent worry. you look away quickly, afraid that she'll break down years of carefully constructed walls with just the flutter of her eyelashes.
you snap a few photos, trying to steady your heart rate. behind the camera, you could hide, disappear between the clicks of the shutter.
"you guys look great," your voice feels distant and uneasy. you hand the phone back, turning away from the group. a few moments later, you feel azzi's hand on your shoulder.
"hey," she calls to you softly, "is everything okay?" her eyes, warm and concerned. you can feel her empathy through her fingertips, slowly stroking your shoulder.
she knows.
you force a smile, but your eyes remain cold. "yeah, of course," you lie. "just thought you all would want a pic together."
azzi's brow twitches, she looks unconvinced. you can almost see the gears turning in her mind, trying to read your expression. "alright, if you say so," she says, nodding slowly.
"i'm gonna change back into my clothes," you say, your words slurring together quickly. her concerned gaze never leaving your eyes, she gives your hand a quick squeeze before letting you go.
you make your way to the small bathroom on the boat, locking the door behind you. the confined space feels both like a sanctuary and a prison. the walls concealing you from everyone but trapping you with your thoughts.
you turn to the mirror, and immediately wish you hadn't. your eyes traced every flaw, magnifying them in your mind. the way your swimsuit digs into your skin, the fullness of your body, the curves of your shoulders. each detail feels like a mistake, begging for attention.
why can't i look like them?
with shaky hands, you reach for your bag, pulling out your clothes. as you change, you try not to look at your reflection. the thought of your own reflection sending waves of nausea through your body.
you let your hair down, letting it fall around your face and shoulders. it's a small comfort, a curtain to hide behind. from your bag, you grab a bit of makeupā€”a little concealer, some mascara. anything to feel less vulnerable, less exposed.
maybe if i just tried harder...
but no matter what you do, the girl in the mirror still doesn't look like the athletes outside. and even if she did, you probably still wouldn't see her as such.
instead, you saw a vulnerable little girl staring back at you, burdened by the weight of her own inadequacies. your eyes clouded with judgement and self-hatred, you've never truly been able to see yourself clearly.
you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. when you open them again, you force yourself to turn away from the mirror.
as you step outside the bathroom, you nearly bump into azzi. she steadies you with a hand on your arm, her touch sweet but firm.
"hey you," she says softly, her eyes searching yours. before you can respond, she leans in and kisses your cheek. she moves her hands around your waist, slipping something into your back pocket.
"for later," she whispers with a soft smile, before rejoining the group.
with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, you reach into your pocket, feeling the edges of a folded piece of paper. the top reads, "to the most beautiful girl in the world." your heart skips a beat as you read it:
"things i love about you:
the way your eyes crinkle when you smile
the kindness you show to everyone you meet
how your eyes light up when you laugh
the way your hair frames your face
your passion for everything in your life
the softness of your skin
the way you always make me feel loved..."
the list goes on, each point listing a different aspect of you. your heart swells at her words. all this time, you felt like she had to tolerate all your flaws, but the truth was evident.
she saw you, all of you, and loved you effortlessly.
by the time you finish reading it, tears have welled up in your eyesā€”happy ones this time.
you fold the note in your pocket, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. azzi's words settle over you, each one a gentle reminder of how she sees you.
as you help the group pack up, azzi approaches you again, phone in hand. "before we go," she says softly, "can i get a picture of just us?"
before you can respond, she tosses her phone to one of her teammates and scoops you into her arms. your thighs wrap around her waist, feeling weightless under her touch. you let out a surprised giggle as she carried you over to the ledge, wrapping your arms around her neck.
"smile, beautiful," she whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheek. you can't help but beam at the camera, the soft pressure of her kiss sending chills down your spine.
this time when you see the photo, everything looks perfect. your smile is genuine, the sunset glistens in the background, azzi's supportive hold of your body envelops your body.
azzi sets you down, her fingers tapping her phone a few times before turning to show you. she's already set the photo as her lockscreen.
"perfect," she says, looking at you rather than the phone. "just like you."
as you walk hand in hand towards the car, the knot of anxiety in your chest begins to unravel itself. azzi's note sits in your pocket, her feelings tangible against your skin. and for the first time, you start to see yourself as she always hasā€”beautiful, worthy, loved.
as azzi starts driving again, her hand finds yours, her thumb stroking your hand.
she brings your hand to her lips, kissing your knuckles. the gesture is so tender, so simple, that it catches your breath. it feels like the first few drops of rain after a drought.
the burden of your appearance was never a burden to begin with.
her focused gaze on the road, the sunlight fading but still flickering through the windows. she hums to herself, like the quiet after a storm, clearly happy to just be in your presence.
the constant comparison, all of your perceived flaws, every way you find yourself lackingā€”it doesn't define you.
under her touch, you are defined by the way you love, the character of your heart, the beauty of who you really are.
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colibrie Ā· 3 months ago
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Mosaic Moments
Prompt 3, Leo: Not made of stone.
Art by @trilobitepunch
3. Not made of stone (Leo, Casey Jr, brief Donnie cameo)
"Woooowe! Now that was a great run!" Leo exclaimed, chest heaving gently as he skidded to a stop. His muscles throbbed with a pleasant burn, chest gently heaving with the welcome effort of exertion. A thin veneer of sweat cleansed his skin, gently pulling at the slight breeze that blew by the roof.
"Hah yeah," Casy huffed as he came up from behind, face flushed and hair stuck to his face. The humans thin shoulders jumped as he folded over, hands braced on his knees as he sucked in deep breaths of air.
"You good bro?" Leo asked, only half teasing as he stretched his arms above his head, casually nudging Casey Jr with the side of his foot. "Way you're sucking wind someone would think you were the one stuck in bed for over a month and a half."
"Hey, not all of us get to be freaky strong mutants," Casey shot back, a broad grin taking any away any heat that may of existed as he pushed himself upright. "You definitely don't run like someone whose been bed ridden. Then again, you always did heal fast. It was useful for the resistance but it drove uncle Tello and Master Michelangelo crazy trying to keep Sensei in bed long enough to meet minimum rest standards."
The shift was barely perceptible. If he hadn't been raised by older versions of the turtle he was sure he would have missed it. The suble tightness that crept into the corners of Leo's smile, forcing them wider in a way that was to plastic to be genuine. The way the light in his eyes dimmed ever so slightly, even as he let out the perfectly light chuckle to cover.
"Yeah, future me is like six kinds of amazing. Must have been a crazy time."
"It was the apocalypse," Casey replied slowly, mentally trying to make sense of these shifts.
Had it been mentioning sensei? In the aftermath of the Krang invasion Leo had initially had a hard time hearing Casey mention his future counterpart. But they had worked through that. They had talked, under the cover of night when the rest of the lair had been at rest. He'd apologised to the younger turtle for putting so much pressure on him. Leo had accepted with apologies of his own, and had eventually coaxed him to give more details about his life with sensei, stories both good and bad. They'd laughed, they'd cried. They were good...weren't they?
"Must all seem pretty tame now in comparison," Leo said casually as he leaned into his stretch.
"Yes and no," Casey responded, watching carefully as he pushed his hair away from his face. "There's certainly less explosions, and the lack of zombie krang chasing us on our morning run is nice. But other things are crazy. Like how rich everyone is. Uncle Tello used to tell me stories about it, and he had a million folders of ideas and inventions that he'd imagined but lacked the materials to make. Seeing how easy it is to get things here, I get it now. He'd be over the moon, and probably lock himself in the lab for a whole year!"
There. A slight flinch, shoulders hiking a few centimeters up towards his tympanum.
"Heh, once an egghead always an egghead I guess. Anyway, we should-"
"Leo, what's wrong?"
"Uh...Nothing?" Leo replied questioningly. "I mean, I'm kinda hungry. Wanna swing by Run of the Mill on the way back? We can-"
"I thought we were past lying to each other," Casey challenged, a tiny bud of frustration building beneath his ribs as he pinned the turtle with a look.
"I'm not lying Cas, everything is fine now, right? Apocalypse averted, city is in repairs, everyone is healing, and Donnie finally paused updating the security system long enough to eat something other than caffeine and applesauce. Everyone is happy."
"You're avoiding my question. Master Michelangelo said you'd..."
He did not even need to look for the flinch this time. Leo turned away.
There was something here he was missing. Something in his words. But what? It wasn't like he'd never told red eared slider about the future. About the family he'd lost.
About Master Michelangelo.
About Uncle Tello.
About how...
"They all die!"
His heart hit the floor, stomach doing flips as he stared at the mosaic of barely healed pain spiderwebbed across Leonardo's shell. They had talked about a lot of things in the aftermath of the apocalypse, but they had never discussed what had happened in the tunnels beneath the tower. About the fate he'd revealed.
"They all die!"
"Every single one of them."
"The world needs Master Leonardo, and all we have is this guy."
"Leo, I... I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what man? Everything is fine." Leo replied, voice smoothly polished. He did not turn around.
"I've been talking about the future this whole time and..and we never really talked about it like that."
"Sure we have. You were telling me about it yesterday."
"I was talking about Sensei yesterday," Casey corrected, "we've only discussed the...others... once."
A falling pin could have sounded like a gun shot in the quiet that followed.
"There's nothing to talk about there," Leo said eventually.
Gone was the polish, the glitz and the glamorous glow of humor. Leo's tone was flat, a blank slate for this single fact to be engraved.
"I think there is," Casey replied carefully, biting his lower lip hard as he sought the for words that would fix the situation. "The way I told you about what happened to them was... not ideal..."
"Hey, you did what you needed to do to get the message through my thick skull. I don't hold it against you Casey. "
"Yeah, that's partially why I did it. But...I think I also did it because I was mad at you."
The atmosphere between them felt tense enough to explode, and Casey found himself tripping over his words in the haste to get them our before the fireworks could begin.
"I was angry at you for not being Sensei, and I was scared that I was going to fail the mission he and Master Michelangelo sacrificed everything to give me. The mission that could make uncle Tello and Raphel's death mean something. I threw their deaths in your face, and it was...I didn't mean to... I didn't think it would still be effecting you this badly..."
"You didn't think learning my whole family died because of my stupidity would effect me? Jeez Casey, I know I'm an self-centered idiot sometimes, but I'm not made of stone either. "
The words were light, but underneath them was brittleness, fine cracks poised to shatter at the next misstep.
"No!" Casey panicked, desperately backpedaling for the a way to sooth the hurts he'd intentionally and unintentionally afflicted. "I just meant that-"
The soft beeping of Leo's com cut him off mid sentance, and the young terrapin answered it before he could regather his scrambled thoughts.
"What's good Dee?"
"I need to go to the junkyard for some parts, but Raph won't let me go alone incase Repomantis "shows up for a showdown". To appease him I volunteered you for the buddy system. Tell Junior to head home and meet me there in ten minutes," Donatello replied, his voice that perfectly painful bend of familiar irritation, excitement, and affected disinterest.
There was something else there too. Something Casey had never had a name for beyond donnieandleo. He'd grown up hearing donnieandleo in good times and in bad. In the early hours when Sensei would grumble and drag the soft shell into his own bed to ensure he got at least four hours of uninterrupted rest. In the curses that had flown from his uncles lips when he'd fought to keep Sensei from bleeding out after amputating his arm. It was like a secrect code that only they could speak, one that remained uncracked up until the day his uncle had died.
Whatever Donnie was saying now, Leo read loud and clear.
"Fine, but you owe me a smoothie after. Extra large."
"Says the guy who still owes me pizza for that bet from last week."
"Uuuugg fine, but I'm gonna need some serious food to make up for this. On my way."
"Leo, we need to-"
"Sorry Case, duty calls," Leo cut in, never looking back as he walked towards the edge of the roof. "You head back and get some lunch. I know Mikey has a new recipe for you."
"Leo stop! Just let me explain."
"No need. Heard it loud and clear, I promise."
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aurumacadicus Ā· 9 months ago
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My partner dumped me yesterday, so could you please if you have time or inclination today, write a fluffy or sexy V-day prompt with WinterIron? I need some serotonin.
That's crummy my dude. Anyway Tony's bodysuit is this one.
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Tony had been freaking the fuck out since January fourteenth. JARVIS had asked him if he wanted to make plans for Valentineā€™s Day, since they needed to be made well in advance for such a popular holiday. Sure, it would be around four months that he and Bucky had been together, but was that early to do Valentineā€™s Day? He could admit to himself that he was pretty damn committed, but he knew that he went all-in way too quickly. He just wasnā€™t sure that Bucky was that committed. Heā€™d said ā€˜letā€™s see where this goesā€™ and while he seemed to have fun, Tony couldnā€™t tell if that was in a ā€˜Tonyā€™s comfortable enough around me, hot, and amenableā€™ way or in a ā€˜hey, this could be foreverā€™ way.
He split the difference and bought the biggest Whitmanā€™s Sampler he could find (Bucky and Steve had a fondness for the boxes, even if the recipes had changed from 1912), a nice watch, and an upgrade for his bike. Bucky still got finicky going out in crowds sometimes, so he wasnā€™t going to try and take him out on one of the busiest nights of the year. Chocolate, dinner in, and maybe some wine to end the evening with would be fine for a four-month relationship. Probably.
Tony had also splurged and bought himself something lacy. He and Bucky hadnā€™t been intimate long, just a couple months, but he thought, if there was a time to surprise him, maybe it would be on Valentineā€™s Day. If Bucky didnā€™t like it, he could play it off as holiday fun and then hide all his other lingerie, he figured.
Bucky had said heā€™d be busy until dinner time, but that was fine. Tony had to work that day, too, and if he was focusing on paperwork, he wasnā€™t focusing on whether heā€™d done too much, or too little, or the way the lace was pressing into his skin under his suit. It was fine. Everything was fine.
Except, when he was putting the bags of takeout on the counter to plate up, then he got self-conscious about the way the lace felt over his hips, around his chest. This was still new, he reminded himself, rushing back to his bedroom. Four months! What was he thinking?! He was gonna scare Bucky off. Sure, Bucky was open to new things in the bedroom, but maybe Tony had to ease him into full lingerie sets that cost more than Buckyā€™s entire wardrobe. Besides, he didnā€™t even know if Bucky liked Valentineā€™s Day. Heā€™d had plans today, after all. Maybe he was only coming up for dinner because Tony thought it was special.
Okay. It was going to be fine. He just needed to change out of his suit and lingerie. He could put on one of his band tees and jeans. Bucky said he liked it when Tony lookedā€¦ comfortable. Was that a compliment, Tony wondered, movements slowing to a stop. Was it a good thing to be called comfortable? It must be, he thought, hands slowly returning to the buttons of his shirt. Bucky always smiled slow and syrupy at him when he said it. He obviously liked it. Right?
ā€¦Right?
Tony hesitantly glanced in the mirror. Heā€™d decided on a lace bodysuit, figuring a one-piece would draw attention away from the mess that his chest was. It also helped hide the fact that his abs maybe. Werenā€™t as defined as he would have liked anymore. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down around his thighs, turning to look at the back. Well, at least his ass still looked nice, he figured, frowning. Maybe he should go with the red silk thong instead of the wholeā€¦ lace ensemble. He could try again when they were further into their relationship, probably. The thong would be fine. Everything would be fine.
ā€œTony,ā€ Bucky said, sweeping into the room.
Tony spun toward him, surprised, mouth dropping open in shock. Bucky did not typically barge into his personal quarters. Usually, he sent a message via JARVIS or text. He still hadnā€™t gotten changed. And now Bucky could see everything, from his open shirt to his pants around his knees.
And Bucky appeared to be looking, if his wide eyes and gaping mouth were anything to go on. He was holding a large bouquet, Tony noticed distantly. Pinks and reds and pops of orange and yellow. He hadnā€™t gotten Bucky any flowers. Should he have?
ā€œWell,ā€ Bucky said, dropping the bouquet and approaching him with long, sure strides.
ā€œBucky?ā€ Tony asked nervously, shuffling backward.
ā€œI was going to ask if you wanted to take a romantic bath, but I see youā€™ve got the romance covered,ā€ Bucky continued, as if he hadnā€™t heard him.
ā€œYouā€™re coming at me very quickly,ā€ Tony squeaked, nearly tripping as his feet got caught in his pant legs.
Buckyā€™s face took on the focused expression he got when he was fighting, eyes sharp, every movement carefully calculatedā€”predatory came to Tonyā€™s mind. ā€œAnd youā€™re going to be coming very quickly,ā€ he told Tony seriously, and Tony squawked when a moment later, he found himself sailing through the air toward his bed.
Then what Bucky said actually registered, and he only had a moment to screech before Bucky leapt on him like a wild animal.
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reidingrainbow Ā· 7 months ago
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momentarily breaking out of my absence to participate in this month's cm fic challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins :3
i've had a wip cooking for over a year and even though it's still not done, i'd like to at least post this first chapter for the prompt!
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Night Changes
[ Rated M for minors keep out ] 4038 words | moreid, mostly case-fic?
CW: trans male pregnancy (specifically spencer), nausea/emeto warning, canon typical violence, mentions of homophobia
summary: morgan and reid find out they're expecting in a... less than ideal fashion
Friday nights are always a treasured time for Spencer and Derek. After a long week at work, all they can think of is coming home to one of their apartments and falling into each other. It usually entails a delivery from their favorite local restaurant, a cheesy television show, and Clooney sitting at their feet waiting for them to drop something for him or curled up on the sofa with them.Ā 
But other nights, nights like this, they need a little extra time to themselves. Nights like this involve Clooney being nowhere to be seen, some movie theyā€™ve seen a thousand times, and maybe a glass of wine.
The only sounds to be heard in the room are the low drone of the television and Spencerā€™s soft gasps, his little hitches of breath and whimpers as Derekā€™s lips lave over his neck and collarbone. Derek eases the thinner man out of his lap and lays him back on the couch, his lips slowly traveling down his chest and abdomen and stopping to nip at his sharp hipbones. Spencer whines and attempts to buck his hips up into the touch, but Derek effortlessly keeps him in place with one hand. The other busies itself with unbuttoning Spencerā€™s pants, fingers moving deftly while he captures Spencerā€™s lips in a passionate kiss. Derekā€™s fingers slip inside Spencerā€™s boxers, inching closer to his throbbingā€“
On the kitchen counter, their phones chime in unison.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™ve gotta be kidding me,ā€ Spencer mutters, forehead still pressed to Derekā€™s. Above him, his boyfriend chuckles and presses an apologetic kiss to his lips before crawling off of him. They redress themselves and make an honest attempt to not look like theyā€™d just been called into work in the middle of what was almost sex, but in the back of Spencerā€™s mind he knows theyā€™ll probably figure it out anyway. He shimmies his binder back on and tucks in his shirt. While he buttons his pants back up, he notices that they definitely feel more snug than they did the week prior. He thought heā€™d been imagining things when he began to struggle closing his pants over the past few weeks, but now his growing waistline is undeniable. He sucks in his stomach to button the closure and lets out the breath as a sigh. ā€œI think I need to lay off the take-out,ā€ he says to Derek, following him into the kitchen to find his cardigan.
ā€œOh yeah?ā€ Derek says, already at the door putting his shoes back on. ā€œYou and me both, pretty boy. Iā€™m not sure how much longer we can eat like weā€™re in our twenties.ā€ He pats his stomach for emphasis, as if he doesnā€™t have the worldā€™s most glorious set of abs hidden beneath his silk button down.
Spencer huffs a laugh and buttons his cardigan back up. ā€œMaybe I should cook more.ā€ He pads over to the door in his mismatched socks, where Derek is holding his bag for him.
Derek smirks. ā€œSo we can live off of ramen? Iā€™ll take my chances with Thai every night.ā€
ā€œI can cook more than ramen,ā€ Spencer insists. ā€œRossi taught us how to make his spaghetti and you even said yourself I did a really good job.ā€ With his shoes on, he takes his bag from Derekā€™s waiting hands and follows him out to the driveway.
ā€œI thought we were gonna stop eating like college students! Can you make anything that isnā€™t pasta based?ā€ Derek says as they climb into his car. Spencer scrunches his face up and shakes his head as they buckle in. ā€œThatā€™s alright, next time we go visit my family my mom might be able to teach us a little somethinā€™.ā€
Spencer smiles. ā€œSounds like a plan.ā€
Spencer and Derek step out of the elevator for the second time that day, only two hours after leaving for the night (precisely two hours, thirteen minutes, and forty-five seconds, but whoā€™s counting) and enter the bullpen to meet the rest of the team, where JJ is lamenting about her similarly ruined evening. Derek makes a quip about ā€œdusting off the cobwebsā€ that earns him a swat on the arm from Penelope, and soon enough the team is called up to begin the briefing.
Any lingering thoughts of the eveningā€™s earlier activities are thoroughly squashed within the first 60 seconds of the round table meeting. Spencer blames the crime scene photos, the images of the deep, cross-hatched cuts on the victimsā€™ backs, for the wave of nausea that washes over him and sends a shiver down his spine. He flips through the rest of the file in hopes that averting his eyes will untangle the knot in his stomach. It doesnā€™t. He breathes deeply through his nose, trying his best to stay focused on the details of the case.
He drops a hand below the table and lets it flap at his side; he needs to stim through the feeling but the thought of calling attention to himself is only serving to make the sickly feeling even worse. He manages to make it through the meeting without incident and no one seems to have noticed anything was off about him. Some part of him, distantly, wonders if anyone would check on him if they did notice. He squashes the thought before it can fester.
The meeting canā€™t be over soon enough.Ā  As soon as Spencer stands, his body suddenly feels infinitely heavier. Exhaustion has crept up on him and taken him by surprise. He brews another cup of coffee before they take off in hopes of making himself feel slightly less like a zombie.
The coffee does, in Spencerā€™s professional opinion, absolutely fuckall. He finds himself drifting off during their second debriefing, trying in vain to fight off sleep but his eyelids feeling heavy regardless. Aaron gives them their assignments for when they land and suggests that Spencer lie down. Spencer opens his mouth to insist heā€™s fine, he can just make more coffee, but before he can manage any words heā€™s overtaken by a yawn. Defeated, he retreats to the couch at the back of the plane. He refuses to lie down, insisting heā€™s not that tired. When he closes his eyes and leans back, itā€™s just to rest them for a moment.
ā€œ-ise and shine, pretty boy, we gotta get movinā€™,ā€ comes a voice above him, Derekā€™s. Spencer wakes slowly, scowling up at Derek while he comes back to himself. Heā€™s fully lying down, not sitting up like he remembers, and thereā€™s a pillow under his head and a blanket draped over him. ā€œCome on Reid, donā€™t make me carry you.ā€
Spencer sits up, finding he doesnā€™t actually feel better after his nap; he feels worse, actually, like finally sleeping made him realize how much he still needed to sleep. He reaches a hand up to Derek and he takes it, pulling him off of the couch and onto his feet. He ruffles Spencerā€™s hair, smiling fondly when he sleepily attempts to bat his hand away. ā€œLetā€™s get to the hotel, you can snore in my ear all night.ā€
Derek starts moving and Spencer quickly grabs his bag and follows after him. ā€œI do not snore,ā€ he insists. He hears the older man chuckle in front of him. ā€œI donā€™t!ā€ It only serves to make Derek laugh harder; he definitely doesnā€™t mind the teasing, then, if it means he can hear his loveā€™s laugh.
ā€œYou do, but only when youā€™re exhausted,ā€ Derek says. ā€œWhatā€™s got you so tired?ā€
Spencer shrugs and follows him to pick up their luggage. ā€œIā€™m really not sure, it just snuck up on me. I was fine all day, even earlier tonight,ā€ Spencer flushes a little, despite his exhaustion. ā€œI even had coffee and still almost conked out during the meeting.ā€ Derek hums in acknowledgement, patting him on the back and letting his touch linger, only for a moment, before he turns to head to the waiting SUVs. Spencer sighs, longing for the warmth of his hands on him again, before following after him. The faster they reach the hotel, the sooner he can rest in his arms.
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Spencer wakes up the next morning still feeling absolutely wiped of energy, despite spending the night snoring in Derekā€™s ear as predicted. He trudges through the morning, only just alert enough to be coherent but nowhere near his usual self. The trip to the local bar is helpful, at least, and provides some useful insight into the town and its residents.
When Spencer and Derek arrive at the police station, Spencer briefly greets the sheriff before hightailing it to the coffeemaker. This time the coffee does help, if only a little, and soon Spencer can feel the fog lifting from his brain. Within no time heā€™s back to his usual self, putting his 20,000 words per minute to use going through all of the case files and relaying any useful information back to the team. They hit a stride in their investigation, working for a few hours and making good progress.
Spencer feels his stomach lurch, feels a shiver run up his spine, and he blanches. Oh God, he thinks, please not here, not now. These waves of nausea have come and gone sporadically for the past few weeks, but this is the closest heā€™s felt to actually throwing up. The thought of it makes him anxious, which in turn makes him more nauseous, which worsens the anxiety, effectively locking him into a hellish negative feedback loop.
He mentally cycles through everything heā€™s had to eat today to figure out what could possibly be disagreeing with him this strongly. He comes up empty, recalling only the two cups of coffee he had right there in the station.
(He wonders, then, if he should have taken up Derekā€™s offer and taken a few bites of the granola bar heā€™d had for breakfast. The train of thought is quickly derailed by his disgust at the thought of biting into someone elseā€™s half eaten food, and it does nothing to quell his nausea.)
Whatever it was, it isnā€™t sitting well now. Spencer peels off his cardigan in an attempt to stop sweating, but to no avail. His stomach lurches again, dangerously, and he shoots up out of his seat. He barely mumbles out a ā€œNeed some air,ā€ to the rest of the team before he bolts out of the police station. He distantly hears a familiar set of footsteps falling in behind him, but he doesnā€™t pay it any mind until heā€™s outside. He takes a deep breath of fresh air, one hand cradling his sensitive stomach and the other flapping nervously at his side.
ā€œEverything alright, Spencer?ā€ Derek asks, laying a hand on the small of Spencerā€™s back. Spencer isnā€™t facing him but he doesnā€™t need to to know those thick eyebrows are drawn up in concern, eyes soft in the way they always are when theyā€™re on him. His hand is warm, large, easily spans over his lower back. Heā€™s rubbing a gentle circle and oh- that feels good, Spencer hadnā€™t even noticed how much his back hurt.
Spencer swallows thickly and nods. ā€œYeah, Iā€™m alright. Just felt a bit nauseous for a minute there, I didnā€™t want to puke in the bullpen and those bathroomsā€¦ā€ He wrinkles his nose in disgust. ā€œ Iā€™d rather take my chances out here.ā€ He turns and gives Derek a small smile. Derek returns it with a grin of his own and Spencer wishes more than anything they werenā€™t on duty so he could lean over and kiss him.
ā€œI told you, you shouldā€™ve had a bite of breakfast,ā€ Derek says, his grin never fading. ā€œYou canā€™t run on coffee alone, pretty boy, you need actual food.ā€
Spencer rolls his eyes, laughing despite himself. He turns to fully face Derek, the other manā€™s hand sliding from his back to loosely hold his hip. ā€œYou wanna test that theory?ā€
ā€œNo, I just want you to eat something,ā€ Derek teases. ā€œMaybe your body is trying to tell you something.ā€
ā€œLike what?ā€
ā€œThat you should stop being so hardheaded,ā€ Thereā€™s no bite behind it, and Derek brings the hand on Spencerā€™s waist up to gently pat his cheek. Spencer instinctively leans into his gentle touch, only barely, before the door to the station slams open behind them. Derek stiffens and rips his hand off of Spencer like heā€™s been burned and Spencer himself takes an almost comically large step backwards, far enough that he slams into the railing behind him, and shoves his hands into his pockets. Officer Vicky, overenthusiastic and perky and so, so nosey, looks up at them expectantly from the doorway.
ā€œEverythinā€™ alright out here, agents?ā€ she asks, her voice clipped. Her eyes dart up and down their bodies quickly, trying to catch them out. This isnā€™t their first time in the bible belt and it wonā€™t be the last; they know how to snap their masks back on quickly, instantly switching back to coworkers whose closeness falls well within plausible deniability.Ā 
ā€œWeā€™re fine, thank you,ā€ Derek says, returning the officerā€™s plastered on smile with one of his own. ā€œWeā€™ll be back inside in a minute.ā€ Over his shoulder, Spencer presses his lips into a line and gives a small nod.
Officer Vicky takes the hint (for once) and heads back inside. Derek and Spencer sigh in unison, then chuckle a little.Ā 
ā€œYou sure youā€™re alright, sweetness?ā€ Derek asks, once more because he canā€™t help it.
ā€œIā€™m fine, really, donā€™t worry about me. Iā€™ll even try to eat lunch today,ā€ Spencer replies. Seeming satisfied with that answer, Derek relaxes and they head back inside.Ā 
They take their seats at the table, Spencerā€™s being on the table, and dive back into the case files. ā€œAlright, where were we?ā€
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Spencer likes to pride himself on his excellent planning skills. He goes through every step of the operation, analyzes every possibility, tries to think of everything that could possibly go wrong.
He does not, however, consider the possibility of being shot in the neck tonight.
Itā€™s funny, he thinks, how he always knows that someday, something horrible could happen to him on the job. It has, in fact, quite often. Being kidnapped and drugged, watching his girlfriend die in front of him, being infected with anthrax. These things happen; hazards of the job. And yet, every time something does happen to him, heā€™s blindsided by it.
Heā€™s not thinking any of that, though. Heā€™s not thinking much of anything as he crumples to the ground. Distantly, over a whistling kettle and the gunfire and the ringing in his ears, he hears Derek scream his name. Hands are on him, whose hands, he knows these hands. Before he can identify them, heā€™s propped up into a sitting position. Everything is blurring together ā€“ all the sounds, his vision is dark around the edges. Someone is holding his neck, Alex is there. Sheā€™s telling him to keep his eyes open, which is very unfair, because heā€™s never wanted to close them more in his life. Sheā€™s telling Ethan to stay with herā€¦ Ethan? That canā€™t be right, he couldā€™ve sworn his name is Spencer. Who is Ethan? Spencer is coldā€¦ and tiredā€¦so tired. He closes his eyes.
When he opens them again, heā€™s staring right into the sun. Noā€¦ itā€™s a light. Heā€™s in an ambulance. The sirensā€¦Ā  They remind him of the tea kettle noise he heard earlier.
ā€œWhat?ā€
Itā€™s Derekā€™s voice, coming from his left. Spencerā€™s hand reaches toward him before his eyes follow. ā€œDo you hear it?ā€ he slurs, his tongue feeling too heavy in his mouth to form the words. Heā€™s dizzy, and everything is far too loud, and heā€™s about to close his eyes again when Derek grabs his hand and holds it tight. Spencer squeezes back, weakly, but it eases the concerned crease of Derekā€™s brow minutely.
ā€œSpe-Reid.ā€ Derek says, catching himself. Last names only while in the field. ā€œReid, you gotta stay with me, eyes on me-ā€ The EMT says something that catches Derekā€™s attention, but he quickly redirects it back to Spencer. ā€œThatā€™s good, stay with me.ā€
Spencer closes his eyes.
When he opens them, heā€™s in a hospital bed surrounded by figurines and Alex and Penelope are there, making an honest attempt at pretending they havenā€™t been staring at him.
To say the rest of the night is a whirlwind would be an extreme disservice to the word ā€œwhirlwind.ā€ Spencer doesnā€™t know the probability of being shot twice in one night by two different people, and he could almost definitely calculate it if he wasnā€™t so tired. Heā€™s been up all night; between being stirred awake for check-ins every hour and the multiple attempted murders, he hasnā€™t had much of a chance to do more than doze off.
Penelope has stepped out of the room, stating that she needs water and the room still smells like gunpowder and she desperately needs to be where the gunpowder smell is not, leaving Spencer and Derek alone for the first time since that morning.
Spencer shifts over in the bed, motioning for Derek to come join him. The older man lowers the guardrail on his side of the bed and climbs in. Spencer immediately turns to face him, slotting his body up against Derekā€™s like theyā€™ve done countless times. Derekā€™s strong arms wrap around him, one hand coming up to stroke Spencerā€™s hair while the other remains free for Spencer to hold, interlocking their fingers and resting their hands in the space between their chests. They donā€™t share words, as they often do when they cuddle, but instead opt to silently enjoy each otherā€™s presence. Both men are worn out, exhaustion seeping into their bones, and this little moment between them is enough. The calm quiet, Derekā€™s warmth, the sound of his heartbeatā€¦ itā€™s enough to nearly allow Spencer to sleep properly.
ā€œKnock knock,ā€ comes a voice from the door, in time with the actual knocks on the glass door. Spencerā€™s doctor ā€“ his real doctor ā€“ is standing in the doorway, clipboard in her hand. ā€œIā€™m so sorry to interrupt you guys, but I need to check in with you after that whole fiasco.ā€Ā 
Spencer reluctantly pulls away to allow Derek to slip out of the bed and give the doctor room to work. She works quickly, taking his blood pressure and checking his breathing, and as soon as sheā€™s completed her examination she moves out of the way so Derek can take his seat on the bed with Spencer.
ā€œAlright,ā€ she says, thumbing through his chart. ā€œEverything looks good, Iā€™m glad you werenā€™t hurt.ā€ She moves to leave but turns back to Spencer. ā€œDid I have a chance to go over your bloodwork with you after the surgery?ā€
Spencer shakes his head and Derek glances between him and the doctor, thick eyebrows upturned with concern. ā€œNo, you didnā€™t go over it with meā€¦ are my levels abnormal?ā€
ā€œThereā€™s nothing urgently wrong, aside from your incredibly low iron. Try to get more iron into your diet, youā€™re in danger of becoming anemic ā€“ but thatā€™s not what I wanted to bring up with you.ā€ She switches her attention to Derek, where heā€™s perched on the end of the bed, looking more anxious by the second. ā€œAre you his partner?ā€ Derek nods, and she turns her attention back to Spencer.
ā€œDoctor Reid, are you aware that youā€™re pregnant?ā€
A beat. Another beat. A beat, thatā€™s actually Spencerā€™s heart coming to a complete stop, scientific improbabilities be damned. ā€œI-ā€ Heā€™s having every possible thought at once, heā€™s sure of it. ā€œThe-ā€ Derek whips his head to look at him, expression unreadable. Spencerā€™s face is surely cycling through expressions at random, like the five stages of grief in roulette. ā€œIā€™mā€¦ā€ His heart is pounding in his ears, heā€™s never felt every emotion at once before and itā€™s all so much. ā€œBaby?ā€ is what his brain finally settles on as a response.Ā 
Spencer barely processes that heā€™s moving, slowly sitting up and reaching a hand towards the doctor. ā€œMay I see my chart?ā€ He asks, his throat suddenly going dry. She nods and hands him the folder. He flips it open and Derek leans over to read along with him. He quickly gives up, however, because he canā€™t keep up with Spencerā€™s speed reading. Spencerā€™s finger moves across the page, his lips mouthing along with his reading. He soon finds what heā€™s looking for and freezes.
Pregnancy Test ā€“ Positive. 60-62 days [9 weeks]
Spencer blinks at the paper. Blinks again, like what heā€™s looking at will change. ā€œNine weeks?ā€ He asks quietly. Heā€™s not sure who exactly heā€™s talking to. Is he really so disconnected from himself, obsessed with his job, that he didnā€™t notice anything was off? For over two months?
The doctor nods, keeping her expression neutral in line with their reactions. Spencer hands the folder over to her and she slips it into the pocket at the end of the bed. ā€œIā€™ll leave you two to discuss this privately. You should be ready for discharge soon, a nurse will come by later with some forms for you.ā€ She leaves, and Spencer barely processes it. His mind had stopped moving the moment he was given the news.
Spencer is distantly aware of Derek reaching out to him, taking his hands in his own. They cling to each other like a lifeline because, in this moment, all they really have is each other. Spencerā€™s whole body feels numb, and heā€™s sure his face is reflecting it, but when he looks at Derekā€¦ he still canā€™t tell how he feels. He looksā€¦ scared. That look in his eye, a look of fear and uncertainty, it looks out of place on him.
Derek takes a shuddering breath. ā€œWhat are weā€“ā€ Heā€™s cut off by his phone ringing, his work ringtone. He sighs, suddenly looking so, so tired, and reluctantly lets go of Spencerā€™s hands to check it. ā€œItā€™s JJā€¦ I donā€™t have to go, I can stay here with you. Theyā€™ll be okay without me.ā€
Spencer opens his mouth to reply and finds nothing comes out, no matter how hard he tries.Ā 
[Itā€™s okay,] he signs. [Go, the team needs you.]
Spencer briefly wonders why, even now, he canā€™t say ā€œplease stay, I need youā€ just this once. He chooses not to examine it.
Derek sighs, looking down at his still ringing phone. ā€œAlright, pretty boy. Iā€™ll be back soon, I promise. Weā€™ll talk about this tomorrow, after weā€™ve both had some good rest.ā€ He stands up, leaning over to place a kiss on Spencerā€™s forehead, then his nose, then his lips. Spencerā€™s whole body visibly relaxes, and he presses his hand, middle and ring fingers touching his palm and his remaining fingers up, into Derekā€™s chest. ā€œI love you too,ā€ Derek murmurs against his lips. He pulls away, and Spencer watches his demeanor switch from that of his doting boyfriend back to the FBI agent.
Penelope returns right as Derek is leaving, and Spencer must do a much worse job at hiding the fact that heā€™s having a crisis, because she is immediately at his side asking him whatā€™s wrong. To be fair, his inability to mask has caused countless uncomfortable situations in his life, but nothing prepared him for the sheer panic that fills his body while trying to come up with a believable lie to tell the only person who always manages to see through his excuses (who simultaneously cannot keep a secret for more than a few hours). Penelope must pick up on his shift in mood, however, because she stops questioning him and takes her seat next to the bed. Spencer crosses his arms over his stomach and curls in on himself, facing away from her.Ā 
Penelope watches Spencer, all furrowed brows and bitten fingernails and nervous energy, and sighs. She knows prying will just agitate him, but sheā€™s getting stressed out just watching him stare into the middle distance and chew on his fingers, not unlike his mother. Sheā€™s not sure how to make him feel better, which she hates, because making people feel better is, like, her whole thing.
Maybe more jell-o will help.
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Tattoo Tour (Ona Batlle x Reader )
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Warnings: none! pure fluff
A/N: I had to invent some meanings to Onaā€™s tattoos bcs obviously i donā€™t know what they all actually mean. UPDATE: this fic rly flopped oops
Prompt: reader and ona play for man united and are doing a tattoo tour video for manchester uniteds youtube chanel.
"You guys ready?" The media manager asks, looking between you and Ona. "Yeah, letā€™s do it!" Ona answered, her spanish accent making your heart melt for her. You two had been together for over a year and a half now, but every day, your love for her grew even more.
"Okay, 3,2,1, rolling!" The woman behind the camera said. "Hey red devils! Iā€™m y/n y/l/nā€¦" you start saying, "and I am Ona Batlleā€¦" Ona finished, "and today we are doing a tattoo tour. We both have a lot of tattoos. I think i have 9 and Ona hasā€¦ 8?" you say, turning to Ona. "SĆ­, eight." "Right, so weā€™ll be showing them off to you guys, and explaining what they mean. Soā€¦ letā€™s do it!" you finished the introduction and the camera woman cut the video taping. "Which tattoos do we show first?" Ona asks, turning to you. "Uhmmā€¦ I think iā€™ll start with my arms. I have three on my left and two on my right." You told her. "Okay, iā€™ll do my back first." Ona said. "But we should show our matching tattoo at the same time." She then added. "Yeah, of course."
Ona started unzipping her training jacket, leaving her in her sports bra. Ona had always been very comfortable with her body, often posting more revealing pictures on instagram, you were always the one behind the camera. So, you follow suite, unzipping your training top, revealing a red, manchester united muscle tank so that you could easily show your arms. "Giving the fans a show, eh?" Ona whispered lovingly into your ear. "Arenā€™t you to one with your abs out?" You answered, looking down at the shorter girl. "Yeah, but you have guns." Ona said, poking your bicep.
Little did they know, the camera had started rolling already. "Guys, weā€™re rolling." The camera woman said, laughter in her voice. "Oopsā€¦ sorry." Ona said, blushing. "Okay! Ona is going to start, sheā€™s going to show us the three tattoos on her back, while iā€™ll show you the ones on my arm. Then weā€™ll move on. Good?" You said, turning to your girlfriend at the last part. "Muy bien." She answered. "You start." You told her.
Ona turned around and started talking about her tattoos. "I got the lion when I was 22, a few months after I met y/n actually. I think itā€™s kind of a reminder to stay fearless, while still being kind and caring. Lions are known to be protective animals and y/n always calls me protective even though sheā€™s 10 times more protective than I am." Ona says, laughing as you roll your eyes. "When your girlfriend is teeny and gets thrown all over the place on the pitch, you get pretty protective." You simply answer. "Ha, ha." Ona says.
A camera man comes up to the duo to get a close up of the artistic lion on Onaā€™s back. "Then I have this sentence right here." Ona said as you traced your finger under the sentence. "Itā€™s in spanish but it translates to 'love should be a two sided coin' and itā€™s something my abuela always used to tell me. Sheā€™s never cared that I like girls, as long as the one I love loves me just as much." Ona explained.
Once again, the camera zoomed in on the sentence. "Okay itā€™s a short video so show yours y/n/n!" Ona said, giving you her full attention.
Despite your strong build, you were known in the world of womenā€™s football as a pretty shy person, so every time Onaā€™s eyes met yours, your blush would give you away. It was something you and your best friend, Jessie Fleming, shared. "Okay. Sure." You said, turning to the main camera. "First things first. Almost all my tattoos have stories behind them, so bare with me. Speaking of, my first tattoo is a bears head." You say, turning your left bicep towards the camera and pointing to the tattoo that was about the size of your fist. "This was actually my first tattoo, which is kind of weird because usually people opt for a smaller one as their first. But I kind of just went straight for it. My teammates at UCLA used to call me bear, which is weird when you donā€™t know the backstory. Bears are used in two common expressions. Soft like a teddy bear, and strong like a bear. And they always used to say that those sentences both described me." You say, a camera coming and filming the tattoo up close.
You donā€™t notice Ona smiling at you, her eyes almost twinkling. "Then on my forearm-" you say, turning your arm to show words. "-I have the words rationed trust. Thatā€™s kind of simple honestly, never trust just one person. Then, on the back of my hand I have butterflies. Butterflies are my favorite animal. Iā€™ve had butterflies land on me during football games likeā€¦ three times. Theyā€™re just really special to me." You say, smiling at the two butterflies. "Iā€™m gonna hurry this up a bit to get back to Oni but on my other arm I have two tattoos. One of which iā€™ll let Ona explain. but on the back of my arm I have a bike. Which is matching with Jessie Fleming, whoā€™s one of my best friends in the entire world. We got them after our first year of university because we would bike everywhere, all the time and it became one of our favorite activities." You finished explaining, smiling at the camera.
You looked at Ona, staring at her as though she was the most mesmerizing person in the universe. Which, to you, she was. "A lot of people have caught on to this but weā€™ve never actually confirmed it. We both have a tattoo in the crook of our arm that says lover. Weā€™re pretty big Taylor Swift fans and well, yeah." Ona says. "Plus this one here is really corny. She always says how people would tell her not to get matching tattoos with partners because what if you break up. And she always says 'the pain of getting the tattoo removed would be nothing compared to the pain of loosing Ona. So I donā€™t care.' " Ona quotes you. "Hey! Now everyoneā€™s gonna think you have me wrapped around your pinky." You pout at her. "Oh but I do." Ona joked, all thought she wasnā€™t really joking.
Ona then explained a couple more of her tattoos, and you pointed out the whale on your rib cage, the human heart on your upper left back, the olympic rings on your hip bone, and the daisy, rose, and orchid bouquet behind your ear.
Finally, the video wrapped up, and you and Ona were free to go home.
THE WEEK AFTER:
"Oh my god guys you need to see this." Alessia Russo said, rushing towards you and Ona. Ella was right beside her, smirking. Alessia was on tik tok and pressed play on a video. It seemed to be a fan page for you and ona. the username was onaxy/n and in the caption it said 'I will never ever get over how y/n looks at Ona.'
The song playing was MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT by Elley DuhĆ©, and at the beat drop, clips from the tattoo tour video were played, edited in sync with the audio. Clips of you looking at Ona with so much love in your eyes, the clip of you tracing Onaā€™s tattoo with your index, clips of you smiling down at her like she was the only person in the world.
"People are obsessed with you two." Ella said as the edit ended. "Is that how you look at me?" Ona said, smiling at you. "I donā€™t know! I didnā€™t notice I was doing that." You answered, your cheeks burning. "It is. All the time." Lessi answered, smiling cheekily. "Ha! You looove meeee!" Ona said, teasing her girlfriend. "Donā€™t get cocky Ona, you look at her like that too." Ella said, giggling and rushing off with Alesia. "You were saying?" You said, smirking at your girlfriend. "Te amo, bebĆ©," Ona said, kissing you sweetly.
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Dominance & Sleepy Sex for Fools Rush In Steve! <3
Loved your most recent one with Curtis btw šŸ˜˜šŸ–¤
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Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed Curtis's dirty headcanon (for the legit-dirty man).
Now to FRI Steve, the tricky and ever-growing love of my life! Prompts from this dirty ask game.
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While there are several stories in the Fools Rush In series that are suitable for all ages, this headcanon is not. MINORS DNI, please.
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D - Dominance
This is a story of a very slow evolution. Steve develops excruciatingly over months and years in the FRI series--which I do love, for the record, I love to detail every little thing that makes him understand his body, his love, and how to show it--but that's for a reason.
He has the specific problem of his senses. It makes him a better soldier to feel less, be more immune to pain, and be affected very little by those hormone fluctuations in response.
Throughout Do You Two Fondue? and This All Day, we see him come into his own as a sexual partner. That blossoms further when he's finally married to Keeps (unlocking his first kink, sorta, when he gets to call you 'Mrs. Rogers' and 'my wife'), and throughout his isolation in Dignity of His Choice, Steve realizes he's not terrible for having fantasies and wanting sex.
He's...slow to initiate anything.
What I haven't gotten to write yet is Steve being exposed to a Hydra gas (sex pollen) that reduces him to his basest, most animalistic desires, and it takes a lot of therapy and talking to shake his learned-shame. He's been conditioned to believe things like dominance and anal can only ever be wrong/disrespectful to the one he loves. (It's important to specify that Steve holds himself to this standard and no one else.)
So, please enjoy a snippet where our soft!boi admits that he might be interested in more than his so-far-pretty-vanilla intimacies.
excerpt from Not A Perfect Soldier But A Good Man
ā€œItā€™s still you and me, Steve. Doesnā€™t matter where and it doesnā€™t matter how. I feel just as safe and loved now as I did before. I know you think you hurt me, but I canā€™t watch you hurt yourself anymore.ā€ ā€œBut I remember it.ā€ His voice is so quiet you think he can barely hear it, but youā€™re so focused. Your hands cup his face and raise his jaw, but Steve wonā€™t look at you. ā€œWe remember a lot of things thā€”ā€œ ā€œYou donā€™t understand,ā€ he interrupts, the words wet from his closing throat, his long lashes shimmering with tears heā€™s straining to keep squeezed in. ā€œIā€¦ā€Ā  Thereā€™s a beat before Steve sobs one huge release and reins it back in just as fast. The whiplash of keeping himself together forces him to his knees, planting him right at your feet.Ā  He grabs your legs, pressing his forehead to your closed thighs. ā€œI liked it,ā€ he whispers, likely hoping heā€™s too far away and too quiet for you to hear. ā€œGod help me. I liked it.ā€
FRI Steve never becomes what I would classify as a Dom, however. He gets better at initiating and steering sex in a way he's excited about, but I can't see him regularly and entirely taking the lead in bed.
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S - Sleepy Sex
The short answer: yes.
He gets much more comfortable with the slow and easy enjoyment of morning sex.
Please enjoy another snippet from the upcoming tale about soulmarks:
excerpt from Something Wrong Is Something Right
He drags a light few fingertips across your arm, making you shiver and snuggle into him more. Thereā€™s another faint whine before you bury your head in his pec and breathe deeply. Your heart rate increases. So does his. Itā€™s a testament to how in-sync you two are now that before you even say a word or look up at him, your arm slides down his abs and you rock your hips closer to him. Ok, now Steveā€™s just plain excited. He loves morning sex. Tired-You turns into a rag doll in his arms and gets loud. He feels powerful and a touch controlling, but really it doesnā€™t take much to get both of you off even lazily when itā€™s this early. You let out that little sigh, the one that pairs with the perfect hug, but as Steve has learned over the years, it really pairs with any genuine embrace between you two. Itā€™s contentment and freedom and the invitation heā€™s all too willing to receive.
(I couldn't fit it in because the snippet would be too long, but one thing I just melt over is that he's categorized your scent between three levels of arousal...which, I mean, oh my, fucking swoon, am I right??? No? Ro's a perv? Ok, yeah, that checks out.)
Steve does not usually wake you up already between your legs or anything; that's a bit aggressive for him. Like, he'll rub on you but won't put his tongue or cock in you until you're aware enough to look at him.
He's been given consent to, several times, but he enjoys the participation--sharing the experience--more than just the act of getting off.
Since in FRI, Steve is a super soldier, it's unlikely he's ever completely asleep if you are significantly moving around, so you can't surprise him with a blowjob. He is finicky about those. Again, that feels impersonal and distant compared to having his arms around you.
He goes for runs so early that Steve's amazed you two have as much morning sex as you do. It turns out that's a great way to make you tired enough to fall back asleep, and you can spread out happily on his still-warm spot while he heads to the gym. You can even shower with him when he returns! Yay!
Thank you for asking!
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[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]
This completes the TWENTY-SIX dirty asks from the past week. WOOHOOOOOO, we did it, gang!!! Now right back to the drawing board/notebook/multiple scrivener projects...anyway, you get it. Thanks for reading šŸ’•
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reading time ā„‚ 10 minutes/2.9k prompt ā„‚ There is nothing you could offer Satoru he canā€™t get or doesnā€™t already have. So jokingly you offer your virginity. Which Satoru is more than happy to take. tags ā„‚ teaching/corruption, virgin!reader, satoru is so needy for you, reader has some insecurities due to lack of experience and expecting rejection, reassurance/praise/encouragement, edging, dacryphilia, squirting, oral, pussy job, fingering, light biting a/n ā„‚ this isn't late for his birthday. What do you mean?
ā€˜Dunno what 2 get uā€¦.u want my virginity? Lolā€™ Typing you are joking, and if he would rather you bake him something sweet to eat for his birthday. When your phone buzzes with Satoru's response;
ā€˜Let me have your beautiful ass until Christmas. Since I can tie you up and unwrap you later.ā€™ Tossing your phone to the foot of the bed. Whilst your heart races and your stomach flips. Your mind scrambles between disbelief and that this was the obvious conclusion.
It had been a year and a half since your transfer. It had taken you nine of those months for you to think he is flirting with you. And after another month, whilst less oblivious, you gave in to his flirting. Which leads to a kiss a couple of weeks ago on a trip you deemed unprofessional.
Avoiding and denying there was anything to it afterward. As Satoru backed off from his flirting. Only then did you truly recognize the heavy interest he had been showing since you showed up.
Your phone buzzes and you snatch it up to read; ā€˜uā€¦.u is a funny-looking face.'
Smiling for a moment, only to bite into your bottom lip as you wrack your brain for a response. Only to see his text bubbles pop up. You wait to see if he will say anything more.
Maybe he has lost interest, and he is about to say he is joking. The thought makes your blood run cold. As you debate setting the phone aside whilst doing something else. Just to brace yourself for rejection.
You don't move from your phone.
It's three minutes later when he messages; 'You're nervous, and I've been trying to figure out what you want from me. I'm hoping this means you figured it out.'
'What do you think I want from you?' Despite the goofiness, and his inability to take things seriously. Which is really just his way of trying to cope whilst easing the other person.
For the first eight months, you never once saw Satoru upset. Until one night, he didn't have the emotional energy to keep on a smile. His face was eerily blank all night. You didn't pry. Instead, you invited him over for some sweets, cartoons, and bud.
'The fluffy blanket wrapping around Satoru and you. Whilst you sit in his lap holding a tub of ice cream. As a favorite comfort cartoon of yours, he has never seen it before played on the tv.
Grabbing the last blunt you rolled and a lighter. With your cheeks burning you say, "Proud of you today sounds silly to say I guess, but ahh- for a string bean, you squeeze tight." His long arms wrapped around your waist tighten. As he rests his head on top of yours.
Satoru exclaims, "String bean! I have washboard abs and I can throw you over my shoulder like you're a bag of sugar." He loosens his grip, grabbing your sides and squeezing. Whilst he hums,
"I'm never letting go of the fact I made you proud of me!" You're grateful Satoru can't see you. Using the lighting of your blunt to distract you from the pounding of your heart. Whilst you try to ignore how close Satoru pulled you in when he squeezed you. Causing his soft cock to press against your ass.
Lifting the blunt, which Satoru takes from you. As he leans back, taking the blanket with him. Yet you don't want to move. Whilst he grows and hardens against your ass,
You say, "I can tell you more often if you don't bring it up around others. So many expect a lot of you and no one ever bothers to tell you to thank you for what you do." A fat cloud of smoke blows past you. As Satoru puffs whilst listening to you say,
"It means a lot to so many people, even if they don't know it." His hand slowly slides down to your hip. Whilst you add,
"I think I figured it out, whilst your abilities are undeniable. It's your willingness to stick your neck out to help people and your stubbornness." You slowly lean back against his chest.
Sliding his hand down your hip to your upper thigh, stretching his fingers out. Satoru's pinkie, which is thicker than your forefinger, is close to your pussy. If you closed your legs, his fingers would touch you.
Staring at the tv whilst you continue to ramble, "Not to mention how you ease the tension with laughter work would be more stressful without you being a goofball." Satoru holds the blunt in front of your lips. Which you take, ignoring how soft his fingers feel when your lips touch them.
"Careful, someone is falling." Choosing to stay quiet as you turn up the tv instead. Ignore his words, since denying would only dig you in further.'
A full hour pass and Satoru sends, "I know what I'm ready to give you. What you get from me depends on what you want.' Setting the phone down and grabbing the bong. Which you clear the bowl of before you pick up your phone again and send him;
'What do I want? Isn't your birthday supposed about you? I don't really know what to do. I could look some things up... are you sure you wouldn't rather me bake you my special cupcakes?' After a few minutes, you settle on taking a shower. Since you figure, he is too busy to text back quickly.
In the bathroom, you set your phone on the shelves by your shower. Which you turn on before taking your clothes off. Whilst waiting for the water to warm, Satoru suggests,
'At midnight, my birthday is over and I should be off by then, so I'm coming over.' The time reads 9:45 on the top of your phone. Which means you had some time to get ready for Satoru.
Pouting as you fire back with; 'But that's you doing more work...' This time Satoru's response is quick;
'No pouting! Princess...fingering, eating your pussy, and being your first is going to be a pleasure. When we wake up, your special cupcakes will be the cherry on top.' Your mind spaces out as thoughts of his fingers and head between your legs. As you wonder how it's going to feel to have his thick, soft fingers on your pussy.
Dragging yourself out of your thoughts and texting Satoru, 'You're going to tease me, I just know it.' You don't get another text from Satoru. Whilst you shower, lotion up and find the one lingerie you got a couple of months ago. Since you were hoping to have it for when anything happened with someone you were interested in.
Closer to one in the morning, Satoru teleports into your living room. Smiling widely on his face as he slips off his blindfold and slips it into his jacket pocket.
The tranquil color of his eyes reminds you of the short-lasting shade of blue the sky takes when the sun rises. Which vanishes the moment the sun makes it fully over the horizon.
Walking over in front of you and leaning down, Satoru declares, "You're so damn beautiful princess, did you buy this thinking about me?" Satoru doesn't let you answer. When you tilt your head back to look up at him, he presses his lips against yours.
Loudly groaning, whilst grabbing your hips and lifting you off the sofa. Pulling you to his body, wrapping your legs around his waist. As Satoru tries to slip his tongue past yours, you pull away to confess,
"I don't know how to kiss with tongue either, so I might be bad at it." Biting on the inside of your cheek whilst looking over Satoru's shoulders. Whilst expecting him to laugh at you.
Satoru pauses in the hallway, cupping your face. Whilst urging you to look at him, he points out, "You're doubting yourself too much. Princess, there is nothing wrong with inexperience. It just means you need a caring teacher!" Taking you into your bedroom where he throws you onto the bed.
Chuckling as you squeal from flying momentarily. Before landing on your bed, bounce a little. Whilst you can hear your heart beating. In your ears, the reality of Satoru in your bedroom to fuck you is overwhelming.
After countless nights of building frustration to the point of cramps. And after avoiding him for the past two weeks, here he stands. With his cock straining against his pants.
You want to explore Satoru with your hands and commit to his touch to memory.
Satoru looks around the room, which is lit by a plethora of candles. Softly whistling before expressing, "I'm touched you did all of this for me. You're gorgeous lying on the bed among the flowers. I want to take a picture." Furrowing your eyebrows whilst laying back and whining,
"It's going to look bad. Cameras are not my friend like they are for you." Satoru unzips his jacket, sliding it off his shoulder and laying it on your dresser between two different clusters of candles.
Watching Satoru unbutton his shirt. Whilst he says, "What if I prove you wrong? Hmm? You want to give me something I can't buy and that I don't already have but so desperately need?" This wouldn't be the first time you saw him shirtless. Since he would often abandon his shirt whilst you hung out at his place. Which you never complained about.
For the first time, you could touch him the way you want to. You can go beyond just platonic cuddling. Until the 26th of December, you could let your hands roam whilst covering him with kisses.
Walking up behind Satoru, enjoying the sight of his sculpted, toned backside. From his broad shoulders to his slim waist. Countless times you've seen the muscles of his back tense and move. As he lifts weight above his head, made specifically to be heavy for him.
Reaching around to undo his pants. Whilst you purr him, "Happy late birthday." Kissing the middle of his back. Satoru whines as you trail kisses down his pants. Which you push down with his underwear.
Biting Satoru's back whilst he grabs the edge of your dresser. He moans, "Hmm! Are you wanting to give me some late birthday sugar?" Kissing the red mark on his back. Whilst he mumbles,
"Make up for my shitty fucking birthday day." Pushing his pants down with his underwear, Satoru lets out a groan. Which goes between your legs, making you drip and soak through the thin lace fabric.
Stepping on his pants between his legs. So Satoru can step out of his pants whilst you say, "I've been telling you that. You've been going all day off with little sleep. Lay down, let me kiss up on you."
Smiling whilst Satoru arranges your stuffed animals. He asks, "What do you know? And what have you done?" Flopping down on his back, closing his eyes, and letting out a soft sigh.
Joining Satoru on the bed, sitting between his legs. Where his hard cock rests with this tip reaching just below his belly button. And you can't look away as you note the light pink color of his tip. Which gets lighter the further down his veiny cock you look.
There are three vines you can see on the bottom of his cock. The right vein of them still showing close to his head. Satoru smirks at you and reiterates,
"Princess I want to know what you've done. How much do I need to teach you?" Satoru's legs seem only long and lanky in his snug pants. He reinforced this every time he spreads his legs and takes up space. Causing him to press against you on any seat he can take beside you.
Sliding your hands up his thighs, all you feel are stone-hard muscles. Rubbing small circles into his thighs close to his heavy balls. Massaging them with your palms and confessing,
"I had my first kiss with you in the hallway. I know you have a dick and if you finish inside me, we would end up with a little one." Looking into Satoru's eyes, cupping his balls softly. As you lean down to kiss the deep line between six-pack.
Resting his hand on the back of your head. You point out, "I've been too busy to really fool around. And no one I wanted was interested in me." Kissing up to his thick pecs. Whilst sliding your hand up to his cock.
Lifting his cock up in your hands whilst Satoru groans, "Princess I'm sure several people have been interested in you. And you have been too dense to see it." Letting Satoru's cock go, which makes a soft smack as it falls over.
Sliding your hands up his hard abs whilst you bite down into his left tit. He states, "I've been flirting with you for a year and a half. It was when you rubbed your ass on my cock when I was sad." Your cheeks burn as you let Satoru's tit go. Whilst he cups your cheek, encouraging you to raise your head.
Pressing his lips to yours whilst you whimper. Rocking your hips, grinding your clothed pussy on his hard, warm cock. The tingling pleasure of your clit makes it hard to keep the pace of your hard smooth.
Quickly the building pressure becomes overwhelming, lifting your hips and letting the building pressure fade. Satoru breaks the kiss and tells you,
"You praised me and then left me with blue balls. Even jerking off when I got home couldn't stop my cock from aching. Your squishy ass felt too good." Satoru grabs your bare ass, expose by the thong-like string. Which he grabs and pulls aside, freeing your pussy.
Pulling your hips back down to his, sliding you up his cock. Which is nudging your lips apart whilst stroking your clit. As you whine,
"I'm sorry I-I want to care for you in a way that scares me. What if you get bored with me?!" Still cupping your face, Satoru slips his thumb past your lips, pressing down on your tongue.
Satoru admits, "I've adored you since the night I said someone is falling. Princess, you've had me wrapped around your finger ever since you said those four words." Trying to lift your hips as Satoru's grasp tightens. And he keeps rocking your hips.
Sliding his hand into your hair whilst he mumbles, "Ever since you told me how you saw me, I wanted to make you see yourself differently." Tightly holding you to his body and flipping you onto your back.
Pulling his hips away, the pressure vanishes for a second time. And quickly frustration steps into its place. Your eyes burn with tears as Satoru coos,
"You're so pent up that you're crying after getting edged twice. Relax and give in to that tingly pressure. Trust me that nothing bad will happen. I'll make you cry at how good you feel." Sliding his hand from your ass to your thigh. He folds at the knee whilst holding your leg to your side.
Holding your other thigh up whilst whimpering, "I look ugly when I cry!" He rips the lace covering your pussy. Whilst kissing your nipples, which he sucks into his mouth, making you clench around nothing. As the lace digs into your breast roughly. Whilst the soft warmth of his tongue flicking your nipple contrasts it.
Letting your nipple go whilst nudging a finger past your wet lips. He curls his fingers, rubbing your squishy pussy. Stroking your clit softly with his thumb and encouraging you,
"You're going to be beautiful whimpering my name with your fat tears rolling down your face. I need to hear you cry about how good I'm fucking my pussy." Stretching your quivering hole, with another thick longer finger.
A loud cry passes your lips as toe-curling pleasure as you beg, "Please right there, don't stop touching your pussy right there." Pumping his finger faster, your pussy makes a loud squelch. As Satoru moans,
"Don't worry my beautiful baby girl, I'm going to keep taking care of you however you need me to." Slipping your fingers into his soft snow-white hair. Whilst whimpering,
"I'm so proud of you, sugar bear. You've always looked after me since day one and I wouldn't want anyone else to be my first." His bright blue eyes sparkle as he lowers his head and whispers against your lips,
"I love you." It doesn't take long for that pressure to snap. Thick clear slick coats Satoru's fingers. Whilst he kisses you roughly and groans loudly, muffling your whimpers. As you reach between both your body, grabbing his cock.
Smearing his thick pre-cum down his head. Satoru rocks his hips, slowly fucking your fist with just his tip. As you tremble beneath him and he breaks the kiss. And groans,
"My baby looks the prettiest crying. Good girl, relax into the pleasure your sugar bear is giving you." Slowly slipping his hand out from beneath your head. Whilst lowering himself between your legs. Whilst your body heats underneath his close attention.
He coos, "She's so beautiful taking my fingers, glistening wet with my soft little hole stretching for me." Switching his fingers with his tongue. His loud moans come one after another.
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