#reiki x reader

[pastel-peach-writes]

Attracted | KorrAsami x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: After a close call of losing the two girls who mean the most to you, you decide it's time to cut the crap and face the music, your feelings.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, No Use of Y/N, 3500+ Words

Part One | Part Three

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Their stares dug into your soul and pulled out every sense of hiding and masking you've held in for the last few years. Their slight frowns, and disappointment in their colored eyes; it was too much for you to bear.

Were you so prideful in keeping your feelings secret that you'd risk losing Korra and Asami? Was it really that serious to let them think you didn't support their relationship?

You didn't know. You had no way to know.

Now the three of you were staring at each other in the courtyard of Air Temple Island. All parties eager for an answer from you.

However, just because they were eager to get an answer from you doesn't mean you had an answer ready for them.

Just now, in this very moment, you realized you had a crush on the two bisexuals. You just realized that going to bed thinking about kissing the both of them, holding their hands, and making them laugh wasn't as platonic as you thought.

You hated to admit it but Bolin was right. You hated when he was right, especially since you're often so stubborn. He was never going to let you live this down now.

But that's something to worry about in the future. Right now you needed to worry about the present. Korra and Asami are staring at you with hurt and almost distant eyes. The longer you let the silencer linger, the deeper you hurt them.

What could you even say or do in this moment? Make up some silly lie? Confess to them right on the spot? Make them think you're not accepting of their love? All three options were terrible. It was a lose-lose-lose situation.

"Uh," you nervously chuckled, scratching the back of your neck. The bright sun on Air Temple island shone into your eyes, nearly blinding you from the sight of the red-and-blue-coded girlfriends. You wondered what color you would be if you were added to the pair. "You know, I think I need to attend one of Tenzin's meditation classes. Learn how to ease up and become one with my chi."

"One with your chi?" Asami echoed.

"Yeah. If I'm so tense all the time and not noticing, obviously something is off. Maybe even wrong with me." You gave them another shrug. "I can't be one of the best members on the Krew and not be one with my chi."

Korra let out a chuckle. "'One of the best members'?" You nodded at her statement, a cocky smile growing on your lips. Korra shook her head, her smile from her chuckle staying on her face as she crossed her arms. "Who said you were one of the best?"

"Oh, isn't it obvious, Avatar?" You mimicked her stance and Asami did the same, matching the teasing smiles on your faces.

"Must not have been," Korra rebutted. "Sounds like you still got some work to do."

You could only laugh at her playful words. Although her statement was true, it was for the wrong situation. You did have some work to do. You had to work through and process your growing crushes on Asami and Korra in hopes you can get over them and have them never find out about your crush.

That should be easy. What's a little crush going to do to you?

-

"You're right," Tenzin said as he waved his palms over your torso. You were serious about taking meditation classes from him. You were too tense, hyper-focused on the sapphic pair. You needed mental clarity and hopefully with mental clarity comes a way to get over them.

The Airbender was using reiki, some form of spiritual healing that used energy and intention to ease the human mind and body. He decided to use the technique on you when you came to him about your stress problem. He said he rarely used this technique but given that you're a new student of his, he decided why not?

The man had his eyes closed and waved his arms and body around as if he were airbending. The only difference is that he wasn't airbending at all and in fact was getting a feel of your stress and anxiety levels. "You are very tense," he continued. "The tension lies within your shoulders and sits in your gut. Your chest, too, is tight. If you were an Airbender, you'd be blocked from your ability entirely. It would take months, maybe even years to remove this type of stress."

You heaved a sigh as the monk opened his eyes and returned to his natural standing stance. "Months"? "Maybe even years"? By the time you mastered your chi or removed most of the stress in your body, Korra and Asami could very well be married. Or even worse, forgotten about you.

It was extreme to think of those two scenarios but it's what your mind went to. You're doing this to be better for them, not to risk losing your friendship. If it's going to take years to return to the person you were before you started having feelings for them, they were gone for good.

"Well," you said as another sigh escaped your body. "We better get started."

-

Because of your circumstance, Tenzin decided to add airbender training to your "Stress Relief Regimen". Like he mentioned, you would be blocked if you were an Airbender but in addition to the spiritual and worldly connection, Airbenders also have a physical outlet. They use their body to navigate through the winds and courses of life. It acts as another way to release whatever your body is holding in.

It's been a few weeks since you started training with Tenzin and you can admit things are a lot better now. Well, physically. You're still blocked mentally and spiritually, but the airbending training traditions were getting easier for you. You ran into the equipment less and stayed on the balls of your feet more often. Even Jinora was impressed.

You practiced day and night while leaving space to meditate and to connect with nature in between. But the cause of your vigorous schedule to train and relax, you've pulled yourself away from the Krew. You rarely hung out with them outside of work and only said hello to them during meals. Day in and day out, you were training.

It was ironic though. You were training and practicing these techniques to become one with your emotions and get clarity on the KorrAsasmi situation but all the training seemed to be doing was making you avoid them.

You were actively running away and towards your emotions at the same time. How you mastered that skill, not even Tenzin knew.

He watched you prance and elegantly move around the spinning panels on the Airbending arena with your eyes closed and your arms in the offensive position he taught you. While you were physically correct, he could still feel a weight of heaviness and emotion rest on your shoulders and sink into your body.

Korra saw it too. That's why she was here standing next to Tenzin and monitoring your training. She knew Tenzin to be a good teacher so she didn't understand why his training kept you away from the Krew so long.

She already went through that teenage rebellion phase with him so she figured he eased up on allowing you to go out and such. Especially since you're not under his care and a grown adult. And as she watched your practice, she knew Tenzin's methods had changed for the better and the pressure lessened. So, if it wasn't Tenzin keeping you away from her. What was?

When practice was over, there was a meditation session immediately after. It wasn't a one-on-one session like you usually had with Tenzin, but actually an open session for the new Airbenders and anyone who wants to learn more about the art. In fact, it was taught by Jinora. Tenzin wasn't a part of it at all.

Korra assumed you kept your schedule busy with not only Tenzin's agenda but the other Airbenders too. To her it made sense. You're pretty much training to be an Airbender just without the bending. So to her surprise when she walked into the class and saw you weren't there, something was up.

-

"And you're sure they weren't there?" Asami asked as she unmade the bed for the night. She and Korra were in their room, the midnight moon shone through the window and provided natural light for the girls. Korra, just slipping on her white tank, nodded.

"Yup. Now we know Tenzin isn't keeping them away from us. I think it's them who wants to stay away from us." Korra's feet shuffled across the wooden floor, her tush melting into the mattress after she plopped.

"Come on." Asami frowned. "They're not like that. I'm sure it's something else." The paler woman sat beside Korra and placed a well-manicured hand on her shoulder. Korra only sighed again with her head hung low. "They haven't even spoke to Mako and Bolin and they're like brothers to them."

Korra shrugged. What Asami was saying made sense but there was something deeper going on. There was something you weren't telling them and Korra was killing herself trying to find out. "Does it not bother you either?" Korra's sad blue eyes struck Asami's green. "Don't you miss them? Their laugh and how they used to look at us with those eyes? Like we were the world to them. Now we barely get a glance when we pass each other in the halls or in the street."

Asami sighed. Of course, she did. She missed all of it and how you used to compliment them or poke fun. She missed watching you interact with Mako and Bolin and playing with them like they were your blood kin. She missed so much and more. She only placed a kiss on Korra's cheek and moved some hair behind the Avatar's ear. "Come on. Let's get to bed." -

"Good, now breathe while you lift your leg. Your opposite arm follows." You followed Tenzin's notes, lifting your leg and doing a fan kick while your opposite arm follows. When your arm follows, the momentum carried you throughout the move and when your leg landed on the ground, you spun around and nearly womble to the floor.

"Good," Tenzin said walking through the plush grass. "When you use that move, your weight shifts between your standing leg and then the led that lands on the ground. Because of your arm and force of the air, you spin around and when mastered, it's a great move to switch the play on your opponent." Tenzin then cleared his throat, the tops of his ears going red. "You know. If you airbent."

You gave him a slight chuckle. Almost four months into training and Tenzin still forgets you're not an Airbender sometimes.

"Sorry, force of habit." You waved him off and repeated the move, still stumbling when your lifted leg hits the ground. Tenzin instructed ways to land and poses to land into but no matter the note or correction, you continued to wobble.

"Ugh, I don't get it. I'm doing everything right. I'm making sure I'm light on my toes and transferring my weight between my legs," you complained to Tenzin as you took a swig of water.

The Airbending master interlaced his fingers and held them near his diaphragm. "Well, are you emotionally light? Spirtually, mentally?" You nodded as you wipe excess water from the corner of your mouth.

"Yeah. I mean, I think so? I mediate in the morning, evenings, and join some classes at the other Air Temple. I don't know what I'm doing wrong." You walked over to the cemented benches which were really short walls of concrete painted beige. You took a seat, crossing your legs and placing your heels at the edge of the wall.

"Hm," pondered Tenzin as he followed you to the wall. While he can admit your dedication is impressive, he can't help but feel there's something else blocking you, stopping you from achieving your greatest.

It was similar to what he experienced when training with Korra or his failed attempts at connecting to the spirit world but heavier. Almost as if you were avoiding the emotions that kept you planted deep into the ground. If you were an Earthbender, he predicted you would be one of the best.

"Tell me, young one. Is it possible there's something else bothering you? Perhaps problems with family, friends, work even?" He took a seat by you as you contemplated your answer to him.

You've felt good. The feeling of jealousy or even anxiety changed to what some would call a rock. It was as if a flat rock sheet lay on your chest and stomach. Some had a heart of gold and steel, yours wore stone armor.

You gave him a shrug and sipped your water out of avoidance. Your lack of eye contact, expression, and words told Tenzin everything he needed to know.

You were stuck emotionally and he had a hunch it was about the Avatar and her girlfriend. And perhaps the fact that they weren't your girlfriends. Tenzin wouldn't have come to that conclusion if it wasn't for his older sister, Kya.

One day, Kya came to visit and Tenzin told her all about your training and dedication to the craft despite not being an Airbender. When Kya observed your practicing, she could tell immediately you were struck with something emotionally tolling. Something you took Airbending techniques to work through but ended up avoiding.

She did the same thing with Waterbending when it came to a crush of hers.

Also, Kya overheard the Krew express concern and longing for you. More specifically, she saw the faces of Asami and Korra and how their eyebrows knitted together in hurt and confusion. It was the same face she wore when she found out Lin liked Tenzin.

"You need to talk to them," Tenzin spoke. "Avoidance or whatever you call this dance of yours isn't going to better your ability to meditate or to perform such exercises. In fact, it'll stifle your chances and ruin whatever you have left of your friendships." With a deep sigh, Tenzin put a hand on your shoulder. "Take this from someone who focused so hard on training that he almost lost his family. Isolation is not the key to working through hard emotions. You have to work and realize it's not going to be easy."

When your eyes met Tenzin's, you could see his brows downturned as if he was frowning with them. His eyes glossy yet held this certain look in his eye, as if he saw you as his own. His family.

The look stirred a certain guilt in your stomach. It was the same guilt you felt when you watched the Krew interact while you purposely lingered in the shadows. In hopes of bettering yourself, you ended up self-sabotaging.

"Hey!" Bolin chirped as he strode over to you and Tenzin. You quickly blinked away tears and looked at him with a smile, responding with a greeting. "We're going out to dinner tonight. You coming?"

-

Dinner was nearly normal. The five of you, the Krew and yourself, went to this fancy-ish restaurant where they served everything from Water Tribe food to Fire Nation goods. They also included the more modern dishes that Republic City had to offer.

It was like nothing had changed when you first ate. Everyone was chipper, happily munching on their meals, and cracking jokes like no time had passed between your group.

But then, just as you were almost done with your meal, the mood switched. A metaphorical cloud full of darkness and heavy rain washed over your booth and wind dared to blow you away from your seat.

Korra sighed, putting down her eating utensil and putting her hands on the table in an interlaced fist. "Okay, we have something we need to talk to you about." You barely looked at her to continue. "You've been kinda distant lately and we know it's not because of your training. Tenzin was adamant in easing the intensity of his training schedule, especially now with the new addition to the family and the new Airbenders."

You shrugged for what felt like the fiftieth time today. "I'm taking my craft really seriously. Is that a crime?"

"No," Asami said in a calmer tone that Korra could've given the sass you had in your sentence. "But it worries us. Especially now that you're not even attending Avatar duties anymore. We're a group and we need you. We're empty without you."

You threatened to scoff but instead shoved down the urge with another bite of your food. "I don't know what you want from me."

"Your training was supposed to help you ease up and not be as stressed but it looks like it's doing the opposite," Mako spoke. "You're distant, eat meals alone, and I've never seen someone train so hard for Airbending when you're not even an Airbender."

"Okay, so what? Look, it's my training, my schedule. You guys don't have a clue of what's going on with me so just drop it. Okay?"

Bolin glanced around his table of friends. Nervously picking at his pants, his eyes landed on you and gazed into your eyes. With a tone soft and gentle, he spoke. "So, something is going on."

You sat up a little straighter, eyes on the brown wooden table in front of you. You didn't realize you said that out loud. All that work of being alone and trying not to talk about your feelings nearly came undone with one measly slip-up. "No. Drop it."

"No, we don't want to drop it. What's going on? We can help you." Asami reached a hand out to you but you just snatched your hand away.

The Earthbender at the table sunk down in his seat. He knew what was going on now. He doesn't know why he forgot the last genuine conversation you had just a few months ago.

Your crush on Korra and Asami were eating you alive. What was supposed to be an outlet became a distraction. A distraction from the possibility of hurt, rejection, and loss. If he remembered this earlier, he wouldn't have suggested this confrontation dinner.

The only person who could help you in this situation is yourself and Bolin could see you didn't want that. Not anymore at least. You were perfectly fine losing your friends if it meant the protection of your relationship and feelings.

Although, it's a bit counteractive letting your friends slip away just to avoid a blowup over emotions you couldn't control. Bolin wasn't going to let that slide.

The Krew's been in messy romance drama before. What's a little more? They've prevailed over three times and they could do it again.

"I'm sorry," you took money from your pants and placed enough to cover your meal on the table, "but you can't help me with this. I'm sorry."

Following your departure, Bolin followed you out of the restaurant. Your friends exclaimed and called out for the both of you, but you were too far to hear and well Bolin, he was on a mission.

You stumbled behind yourself as Bolin took hold of your wrist and snatched you back. Your eyes met his, the orange-yellow lighting of the restaurant shining through the windows and making the sidewalk glow.

"You don't have to do this," Bolin spoke in a whisper. "You don't have to hide and pretend you're something you're not just to avoid rejection."

You pull your wrist out of his grip, your brows knitted defensively. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not avoiding anything."

"Please, I've seen it multiple times before. I lived it. The crushes you have on Korra and Asami won't change anything. They won't be weirded out or throw you out of the friendship if that's what you're worried about." The green in Bolin's eyes sought out to comfort you. As before, he kept his voice gentle and nurturing. "Crushes are scary and can leave you vulnerable but you shouldn't avoid your feelings because of it. You'll end up holding things in, the hurt turning into resentment, and the resentment turning into hate."

The Earthbender's palm found its place on top of your shoulder. Like his eyes, voice, and now touch, Bolin comforted you. His words, though similar to Tenzin's, had more meaning. You've seen Bolin get rejected before and heard horrific stories but he never let the embarrassment get to him. He learned, grew, and eventually got the partner of his dreams.

You patted his hand. "That means a lot. I'll try, okay? I can't promise it's going to be a good try, but I'll try and face my feelings instead of avoiding them and letting them turn into something ugly."

Bolin smiled, the joyous expression reaching his eyes. "Good. You won't regret it and you'll always have me to lean on. Don't forget that." Before you could say anything else, he pulled you in for a bear hug and lifted you off the ground.

Maybe Bolin was right. Facing your feelings head-on would make them less scary and who knows, maybe Korra and Asami would get a confession out of it.

To Be Continued. (Last part coming soon!) | Part One

WC: 3,569

[kingdaddydaichi]

❧ title: happy endings, new beginnings

❧ pairing: d. sawamura x f!reader x k. sugawara

❧ wc: 4.9k

❧ notes: whew. idk if y'all are ready for this. idk if I'M ready for this but it has led to my decision that i'm now in a polyship with daichi and suga. this is my first time writing mxm so i welcome constructive criticism (please, do be gentle). also my first time writing smut for suga (i hope i did him justice).

❧ warnings: nsfw. mdni. m/f/m threesome. breakup (mention). filthy, nasty, dirty smut. dick slip. oral (m/f). suga is a pretty, bisexual menace. multiple snowballs. anal (m/m), including anal virginity loss. fingering (vaginal, anal). daddy kink. Daddy/babyboy dynamic. squirting. ass eating. cum eating. eating cum out of asses. prostate milking. he gets a creampie, you get a creampie, everybody gets a creampie. so much cum.

this is my final piece for my 31 days of daichi event, 2022. i hope i've done my king daddy proud. happy 28th birthday to my magnanimous, independent, chivalrous, caring, responsible, stable, thicc, dependable, patient gentleman of a husband who makes my thighs moist and my heart go doki doki.💓💓 wishing everyone much love and prosperity in 2023. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAREST DAICHI! 💋 I LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY! ∞

Daichi stares at the spa day pass in his hand. It taunts and reminds him that he finds himself single mere days before his 28th birthday. He had bought the gift certificate for his girlfriend - correction: ex-girlfriend - for Christmas, but she broke up with him the week before the holiday. Two weeks before his birthday. He’d been debating with himself over what he should do with it now that she was gone. Should he give it to one of his sisters? No, that wouldn’t be fair unless he could give one to each of them. He could give it to his mother…

He bangs his indignant fist on the table with the greatest idea of all. “I’ll keep it and treat myself for my birthday!” he says aloud. “I deserve it!” 

He opens the pamphlet to peruse the various services, flipping ahead to the section of men’s treatment packages. One of them in particular offers the four-hands massage: 

“Your body will thank you for asking for four hands to help you reach total and absolute relaxation. Consider this tandem massage after a move, a stressful week at work, or exhaustion from kids and housework.” 

Or a shitty breakup, Daichi thinks.

With his mind made up, he picks up his phone and dials the number on the voucher. He’s pleasantly surprised to learn they will be open on New Year's Eve - his birthday. Less than two minutes later, his spa visit is scheduled. 

To say Daichi is relaxed after getting a Himalayan salt foot bath, a manli-pedi, a green tea exfoliating mask, and a Reiki session is a staggering understatement.

You and your massage partner in crime, Sugawara, had seen the man between treatments - he was tall, dark, and handsome… "and probably cishet,” Suga had lamented with a huff. 

You put your hand on Suga’s lower back to guide him towards the private massage room the two of you work in. “Oh, come on, Suga. No sulking. There’s a little fruit in everyone’s basket, y’know?”

“I guess…” he pouts.

When you enter the room, you find Daichi Sawamura already undressed and lying on his stomach with a plush towel draped across his butt and hips.

Being the more tenured massage therapist, you give Mr. Sawamura - who interrupts to insist he be addressed by his first name - a quick rundown of what to expect during the treatment. After getting the go-ahead from him, you and your partner take turns pumping heated massage oil into the palms of your hands and rubbing them together before getting started.

You and Suga work in lockstep on either side of Daichi’s spine, starting with his lower back and gradually working your way up with synchronized hands, digging and pushing and kneading in a perfectly matched rhythm. Your work is slow, as it should be. A good massage therapist knows there are no quick, sudden movements in this line of work.

The way Daichi grunts and groans as his back and shoulder muscles bulge and roll under the slick pads of your thumbs is beginning to make you wet. You can only imagine how hard Suga must be getting. The two of you work through the muscles of his neck, biceps, forearms, all the way down to his fingertips. With his top half done, you set to work on his legs, starting with his thick hamstrings.

You and Suga hazard a glance at each other, knowing just what the other is thinking before continuing down to his calves, ankles, and feet.

You both massage all the way down to the tips of his toes before you softly instruct him to turn over onto his back while you and Suga lift the modesty towel. He knows he shouldn’t, but Suga’s curiosity gets the best of him. 

He sneaks a peek. 

You know you should give him a chastising look and pinch his arm, but when you see how big his eyes get, yours widen as well.

Sure enough, with your client comfortably on his back you lower the towel back down, but the damn thing is tented. As a professional, you know you’re supposed to ignore it, no matter how hard or difficult it may be. But you can’t not look. Not when his caramel cock has lifted the white towel enough to render the ridged underside of his erection and his big, hairy balls clearly visible. Perhaps your client is too relaxed to notice, but you and Suga are smirking profusely at each other as he licks his pretty lips.

Suga’s arm accidentally brushes over the head of Daichi’s cock, catching it just enough to make the man’s knuckles go white as he grips the sides of the massage table. You each work your hands further up his thighs, his closed eyelids crinkling as all four thumbs knead the sensitive flesh the whole way up. The soft towel lurches towards Daichi’s thick black happy trail when his heavy cock bounces, his lips parting to release a heady sigh. You and Suga keep going until your thumbs graze his low-hanging balls, prepared to apologize for the “mistake” if he protests. But instead, Daichi spreads his legs a little further apart. You look up to see Suga’s eyebrows lifted up almost to his hairline and his lips in the shape of a tiny ‘o’.

After checking to ensure your client’s eyes are still closed, you stick your tongue out and flick it at Suga, arching a single eyebrow as if daring him to dare you. He bites his lip and nods as a devious grin creeps across his delicate features, his own cock throbbing as it presses against the cushiony edge of the massage table.

You’d never done anything like this with Suga, but the two of you had talked about it. You’d made out with each other a few times, and maybe fooled around in the supply closet once or five times, but it was enough to know that sharing this beefy man would be just…

You have to stop yourself from thinking like that, but your hands tell the truth as you work your thumbs up up up, massaging the creases of Daichi’s legs, taking the towel further up as they go. His cock twitches and you notice a wet spot forming in the soft cotton, still barely covering the tip. 

Daichi releases a long, deep groan. “Just how far does this massage go?” he asks with his eyes still closed and a smirk tugging at his lips.

You wink at Suga. 

“As far as you want it to go, Mr. Sawamura,” the grey-haired male says. What balls he has.

“Keep going,” your client croaks. He feels Suga’s hands stop and begin to lift. “Both of you,” he clarifies.

Neither you nor Suga have to be told twice. You cup his large balls in your hand, rolling them around together as their owner hisses. His thick fingers dig deeper into the plush of the massage table. His left hand brushes against Suga’s erection, making him gasp and both of their cocks jump.

As your left hand massages Daichi’s testicles, your right hand wraps around the man’s thick, hot shaft.

“Fuck,” he sighs.

You begin to stroke him and after a few passes, the white towel finally falls off his dick and onto his lower belly. As if sharing the same slutty brain cell, you and Suga think the same thing at the same time:

Oops. 

You lean down and drag your flattened tongue along the underside of Daichi’s cock, moaning against his length when he brushes two fingers between your clothed lips. The growl was to be expected, but the way the man’s hands leave the bed to touch you and your work crush is rather bold. Daichi has never touched another man’s dick before, but damned if he doesn’t reach over and squeeze the head of Suga’s hard cock through his shorts. 

All three of you are panting, precum leaking from each of you when you lean down and lick the clear liquid from Daichi’s heavy cock. He gives an encouraging hum, flexing his ass to needily rub himself against your tongue, which you reward with a swirl of your wet muscle around his sensitive cockhead.

“Fuck yeah,” Daichi breathes as you wrap your lips around his bulbous tip and begin bobbing down his length. He opens his eyes when you pop your wet lips off him only to feel his cock throb in your fist when you kiss Suga, sharing the flavor of Daichi’s salty pre.

Suga moans into your mouth as your tongues curl around each other. Pulling away and slurring with lust, your partner says, “Mmm…fuck, he tastes so good.”

Daichi’s never had his dick sucked by a guy before, but he’s so turned on it almost hurts and he’d love nothing more than to feel this pretty boy’s pretty lips around his manly girth. He gives Suga’s hard cock another squeeze and says in his deep voice, “You wanna suck my cock?”

Suga nods emphatically with a quick “mhmm”, and Daichi takes his hand, positioning it around his veiny shaft. 

“Go ahead, then. Show me what you can do.”

Suga wastes no time at all, giving the other man a few slow pumps of his fist before kissing the fat tip of his dick. Daichi’s eyes roll shut when Suga takes him inside his wet mouth and starts sucking, slowly at first. Within seconds, the bisexual male is slurping and choking loudly on Daichi’s dick while he strokes Suga’s dick through his shorts. You can make out the distinct outline of your colleague’s cockhead, biting your lip when his precum soaks through the sky blue polyester right before your very eyes.

You bring your mouth closer and lift Daichi’s heavy balls to your mouth as Suga releases him to kiss you with a moan. 

“Shit, that’s hot,” Daichi whispers as your and Suga’s tongues swirl together, saliva and pre dripping from your chins. 

You and your colleague take turns slurping and sucking, choking and gagging on your client’s fat dick while your hands play with his tightening balls.

“Ohfuck, gonna cum…” Daichi gasps. 

You and your blow job partner open your mouths as thick globs of warm semen coat your lips and tongues. Your client watches in awe as two professionals roll their tongues together, swapping mouthfuls of his cum. Suga pushes your tank top down, letting one of your tits pop out to play with your nipple.

After licking one another’s lips clean, you join Suga on his side of the massage table and slip your hand inside his waistband. He leans down and flicks his tongue, soft as a feather, over your nipple as you jerk him off inside his shorts. Daichi watches the two of you, getting hard again in no time as he slips his hand inside your shorts and starts playing with your slick clit while swallowing your gasp with a hard kiss.

Making your way over to the room’s white leather couch, you watch as Daichi reaches inside Suga’s cute little shorts and finds his erection, drawing a moan from him when he wraps his big hand around his long shaft. Daichi’s darker complexion contrasts beautifully with Suga’s fairer skin, his larger hand pulling Suga’s cock out to stroke him as their lips meet in Daichi’s first ever boy kiss. 

You take Suga’s cock from Daichi’s hand, giving him a couple more pumps before taking him into your hot mouth, making him whine in Daichi’s mouth as the boys’ makeout session becomes more heated.

Daichi is fucking Suga’s fist when he breaks their kiss and brushes his coarse thumb over the male’s beauty mark. 

“I’ve never done any of this with a guy before, but you’re just so fucking pretty…” 

Suga gasps when Daichi’s lips latch onto his neck at the same time his throbbing cock hits the back of your throat. “Oh god, I’m so close…” 

You squeeze Daichi’s thick thigh, getting his attention. “Why don’t you finish him?” you say, licking your chin. 

Daichi wastes no time dropping to his knees and cupping Suga’s hairless balls. “I’d love to.” 

“He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he?” you say, passing it to the questionably straight man. 

“Fuck yeah, he does,” Daichi agrees, taking Suga’s edged cock into his large hand before looking up at him to see him blushing and trying to hide his sweet smile behind the back of his hand. Daichi grins up at the fairer male and says, “Well aren’t you a bashful cutie?” 

You let out a low laugh. “Don’t let him fool you,” you say to Daichi while meeting Suga’s gaze, knowing all too well the familiar flash of mischief in those brown-hazel eyes. 

Suga reaches for you, pulling you closer to bring his fingers to your aching clit, tickling it before pushing his middle finger inside you, knuckle deep. With a quirk of his eyebrow and a smug little smile, Suga shushes you. “Don’t tell my secrets, y/n,” he murmurs. 

“Oh babyboy, please,” you tease in his ear, “it’s not a secret.” 

For the first time ever, Daichi opens his mouth to let another man’s cock glide between his lips, but he knows exactly what to do. He easily takes Suga all the way back to his throat, hands groping his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing them as he sucks him hard. Suga slips another finger inside to fuck your pussy. You whine into Suga’s mouth as Daichi stretches his middle finger around a bit, pressing it hard against Suga’s hole. 

“Uhhhfuhhh…” Suga’s voice is muffled by yours as you drink his moans and whimpers down when he cums hard in Daichi’s mouth. Daichi is no stranger to the taste of his own cum, but Suga’s flavor is saltier. Never had he imagined he’d find himself on his knees drinking down another man’s cum, but the way Suga’s cock jerks in his mouth makes Daichi’s twitch back to life. 

Suga pulls his fingers out of your dripping pussy and pushes them past Daichi’s lips, who closes his eyes and groans at the taste of your nectar as he sucks it off the other man’s digits. 

“Fuck,” he says, pulling you down to lean back on the couch, “wanna fuck this pussy so bad.” 

You moan into Daichi’s mouth as he spreads your legs open to kneel between them. “God, yes, wanna feel that fat dick inside me.” 

Daichi lines himself up and presses the thick head of his cock into your drooling hole. With one knee on the couch and the other foot planted on the floor, the man spreads your legs wider to watch his length slowly disappear between your smooth pussy lips while you both groan at the exquisite pressure. He can already feel your walls fluttering around him at the same time Suga starts massaging his flexing ass. Daichi fucks you slow and deep, enjoying the sensation of Suga working his fingers closer to his virgin asshole. 

“Mmfuck, yeahhh…play with my ass, Suga.” 

“Have you ever had anal before?” Suga asks, his sweet voice making Daichi’s cock twitch inside you. 

“N-no, but I think I wanna try…” He looks over his shoulder at the smaller male with a devilish grin. “...with you.” 

Suga responds with a grin of his own before situating himself behind Daichi, squeezing and separating his ass cheeks before bringing his mouth closer. Pressing his lips into a kiss, Suga lets his spit drip onto Daichi’s virgin hole, making it pucker against the tip of his tongue.  

“Oh god…” Daichi moans. 

“Wow, so responsive,” Suga teases, “I’ve barely touched you.” 

But Daichi was in no mood for teasing. “Keep going…please.” 

Suga obliges the man and begins tonguing his asshole again, alternating between soft, feathery flicks meant to tease and prodding at it with the hard, pointed tip of his slithering tongue. 

Dipping his middle finger into his own mouth, Suga collects a copious amount of saliva before spreading Daichi apart enough to press his fingertip to his hole. With his cock buried deep inside you, Daichi’s hips still when he feels the pressure of Suga’s finger entering his hole. 

“Mm so fucking tight,” Suga mutters, licking his lips. 

“Shhhhit…oh fuck that feels good,” Daichi pants, squeezing his eyes shut as he begins to move inside you again. 

He pushes your legs back, angling you so his throbbing tip bumps up against your g-spot while Suga fingers his ass, angling his wrist to find Daichi’s prostate. He knows he strikes gold when Daichi instantly throws his head back in an open-mouthed moan and starts chanting over and over that he’s going to cum. Daichi’s thrusts are slow and hard as Suga milks him and it’s just the right speed and intensity to have you clenching. 

“Ohgod, you’re making me cum with your fat cock, Daichi…” you gasp as he fills your pussy with his hot, sticky semen. 

“Fuck, now it’s my turn,” Suga groans, slowly pulling his finger out of Daichi and wiping it off on a nearby towel. 

Seeing the creampie the other male left behind, now dripping from your winking hole, Suga takes his own dick in his hand.

“God, y/n, wanna fuck his cum back inside you.” 

“Fuck, yes, Suga. Wan’you to fuck me,” you whimper, reaching for him as he nestles his hips between your sticky thighs. 

Suga guides his leaking cockhead to your primed cunt and in one slow thrust, buries his entire length as you both moan together. Watching the two of you fuck makes all the blood in Daichi’s head rush straight to his spent dick. He strokes his semi-soft cock, slowly getting hard again as strings of his cum stretch along the length of Suga’s dick while he fucks you in long, deep thrusts. The pretty pink tip of his cock peeks out from between your swollen pussy lips with every retreat. Daichi moves closer to Suga and begins to play with his ass as he pumps his cock inside you. 

“Oh shit yes-” Suga sighs. 

The bigger male pumps a bit of the silicone-based massage oil onto his fingers, rubbing the tips together before bringing them to Suga’s cute butt again. He spreads his cheeks to find him completely smooth and hairless, a pretty pink asshole winking with need. Remembering Suga’s movements when he fingered Daichi, he rubs his fingertips along his crack before circling around Suga’s hole. Following the pretty boy’s cues, he begins to push his thick middle fingertip inside, making Suga whine for more. 

“I take it you’ve done anal before?” 

Suga snickers through the pleasure. “More times than I can count. Now push your finger all the way inohhhhfuckyesjustlikethat…” 

“Mmm,” you moan, tits bouncing as Suga’s hips slap against your wet skin. “Fuck, Suga, you look so pretty with Daichi’s finger in your ass.” 

When Daichi adds a second finger, Suga’s thrusting all but stops. “Damn, such a sexy thing, taking my fingers like this, pretty boy.” 

“Mmgodyes, Daichi…” Suga looks over his shoulder at him, his hazel eyes glazed with lust. “I’d look even sexier with your cock inside me,” he says with a daring wink. 

His eyes widening and lips parting, Daichi asks, “Y-you mean…? Can I fuck you?” 

Suga has to lick the drool back into his mouth when his gaze falls to Daichi’s thick cock. “I really wish you would. I’ve wanted that anaconda in my ass from the moment I first saw you.” 

Daichi smiles with a blush and Suga just can’t pass up the opportunity. “Well, aren’t you just a bashful cutie?” he says to the beefier man. 

You chuckle as you reach for Suga’s face, whining for him to kiss you. 

Daichi’s eyes darken as a menacing grin spreads over his handsome face. He reaches for the massage oil again, taking two pumps of the slippery lube in his hand before coating his drooling cock with it. With one hand holding his dick, he uses the other to smack Suga’s ass hard, making him cry out. Suga buries his cock all the way inside you and spreads his thighs further open, presenting himself to Daichi. 

Daichi guides the tip of his erection to Suga’s cute little hole and pushes against it, watching wide-eyed as his cock slowly sinks inside. “Ohgoddamn, that is so fucking tight,” he groans, eyes beginning to water.

Suga hisses a string of curses, biting down on your shoulder as you rub his back, cooing to him about how well he’s taking Daichi’s fat cock. 

“Oh god,” he whimpers, “that’s the best stretch I’ve felt in my life!” 

Daichi’s thrusts are slow at first, giving both of them a moment to adjust. But Suga has no need for that.

“Mm fuck me, Daichi.” 

The dark-haired man lets out a ragged breath and slams his hips hard against Suga’s cute butt, making both of you cry out. Daichi is mesmerized by the thick vein on top of his own shaft as it moves beneath his skin while he pumps faster, in and out of Suga’s smooth asshole. 

You all find your stride and the room is filled with loud, wet slaps of skin and breathless moans and praises about how good you’re all making each other feel. Daichi’s large balls swing and slap against Suga’s as he fucks him into you, forcing the head of the smaller male’s throbbing cock against your sweet spot with every powerful throw of his hips. Suga swears he can feel Daichi in his throat, and when his large hand comes down hard and Suga feels the sharp sting on his right ass cheek, he clenches and sets off a chain reaction. 

“Oh fuck yes, spank me, Daddy!” Suga pleads.

Daichi has to bite back his orgasm when the man he’s fucking calls him ‘Daddy’. Gritting his teeth, he lands another hard spank to Suga’s ass, watching as welts begin to bloom on his milky white skin to match the color of his tight little asshole. 

“Shit, that’s it, baby. Take your Daddy’s fat cock like a good boy,” Daichi grunts with a particularly hard thrust. 

“Ohfuckyes, I’m gonna cum!” you cry. 

“Fuck us harder, Daddy!” Suga begs. 

Daichi plows his cock harder and faster into the pretty boy’s asshole, and it’s all he can do to keep from busting his own nut when Suga begins to spasm around him. 

Daichi’s thick cockhead prodding his prostate, coupled with your walls clenching around his throbbing cock when you cum on him is just too much for Suga to bear. 

“Shit yes, y/n! Gonna cum with y- ohhgodI’mfuckingcumming!” he cries, his white hot cum squirting against your gummy walls as you fall apart on his cock. 

Daichi’s big hands are squeezing Suga’s ass for dear life and, with a final thrust, he presses his hairy balls tightly against Suga’s as they spasm together. 

“Oh fuck…ohhshhhhit…” Daichi whimpers when the first jet of his nut splashes against Suga’s insides, his cock jerking with every subsequent release of his seed. He fully spends himself, filling the boy’s pretty ass up until the thick white cream begins to leak from his winking rim to drip between their ballsacs. 

One at a time, the men pull out slowly as your and Suga’s creampies begin to ooze from your pink holes. The fairer male bends down to eat his cum from your pussy, moaning weakly as Daichi licks and sucks his asshole clean. 

Daichi stops and pulls Suga to him, their soft cocks rubbing together as they kiss and swap each other’s semen on their tongues. They both reach for you, pulling you into their arms as the three of you bring your mouths together for a hot mess of wet lips and cum-coated, tangling tongues.

Your client looks at you, his eyes dark and drunk with lust, and licks his lips. “I’ve been teased twice now with your flavor. It’s my turn to devour that pussy.”

Leaning forward to lay you back down, Daichi hovers over you and blazes a netherly trail down your neck, tits, and belly with his lips and tongue. He smooths his big, calloused hands between your inner thighs, spreading them further open. With a pussy-drunk smile on his face, Suga watches as Daichi teases your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

“Isn’t she delicious?” Suga whispers, his fingers playing at Daichi’s asshole, making him hum against your cunt. 

Traces of Suga’s cum leak out around Daichi’s fingers as he slowly works them inside you. After eagerly licking up the sticky substance, he kisses your puffy clit and moans, “Fuck yeah, especially with the taste of your cum inside her.” 

You thread your fingers through Daichi’s short brown hair when he latches onto your clit and starts sucking while fucking your pussy with his thick fingers. 

“Ohh Daichi…fuck yes, you eat that pussy so good,” you keen. 

The vibration of the deep moan against your clit is exquisite when Suga reaches between Daichi’s legs and starts stroking his semi as he pushes his middle finger in his ass. 

“Shit, Suga. I wa- …mmm… want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your cock inside me.” 

“Whatever you want, Daddy…” A victorious grin graces Suga’s pretty features as he drips warm oil onto Daichi’s asshole before stroking the lube around his own cock. 

Suga positions himself behind Daichi and rubs the head of his cock along the man’s asscrack before pushing against his dark-skinned hole. But Daichi clenches with a hiss. 

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Suga coos as he massages the man’s cheek. “I know you’re a virgin, but you’re gonna have to relax. I promise I’ll be gentle.” 

Daichi nods and takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly as Suga pushes his pretty pink tip through the man’s tight rim. 

“That’s it, deep breaths,” Suga sighs as he works himself a little deeper. 

“Ohhfuuuuck,” Daichi groans, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Does my cock feel good, Daddy?” Suga asks with a smirk. 

“It hurts a little, but god…the pressure is fucking amazi- mmmmfuckyes,” he hisses as Suga slowly pushes his dick even deeper inside his quivering asshole. 

After a couple more gentle pushes, Suga stops and holds himself still. “Mm that’s it…my cock’s all the way in now, Daddy.” 

Daichi relaxes a little more, loving the feeling of being stuffed full with Suga’s dick. He sighs and moans around your clit as he starts eating you out with more fervor. Suga retreats just the slightest bit, and Daichi takes a deep breath. 

“Good. Keep bearing down on my cock, just like that.” 

He starts with small, shallow thrusts but it doesn’t take long before Daichi’s gasping, “More…ohgod, Suga.” 

The grey-haired male’s mouth falls open as he eases into a slow rhythm, the feeling of Daichi’s virgin asshole so tight around his hard cock as it drags along his soft, slippery walls.

“Damn -nnmhmm- your ass feels so fucking good around my dick, Daddy,” Suga sighs.

“Ohshityes, babyboy, fuck me!”

Suga thrusts harder, faster, deeper inside Daichi’s deflowered hole as the deep moans and grunts of two men fucking fill the room. 

Your pussy is squishing around Daichi’s fingers as he does his best to tug on your special spot and eat your cunt while taking a cock up his ass for the first time. You’re so close - fucked out legs trembling on either side of Daichi’s head, your walls closing in tighter around his digits as he fucks you harder with them, matching the intensity and tempo of Suga’s thrusts.

“Dai- fuck! Ohgod…I’m gonna cum!” you cry as your orgasm rips you apart and you squirt in his mouth.

The splash of your cum against his tongue, the bullying of Suga’s cockhead against his p-spot, the thumping of his own swollen tip against his abdomen - it all culminates as the coil at the base of Daichi’s spine winds tighter and tighter. Daichi releases your spent pussy and begins throwing his ass back against Suga as the familiar ache deepens in his swinging balls. 

“Mmm…” Suga slurs, “...you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” 

“Oh fuck yes,” Daichi gasps, his eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open.

“Come on,” Suga growls as his narrow hips clap hard against Daichi’s muscular ass, “...cum on my cock, Daddy.” 

With Daichi’s head thrown back, his bouncing cock slings his hot seed over your pussy and inner thighs, whimpering uncontrollably as Suga fucks his cum out of him. 

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that. God, I’m gonna cum inside your tight ass, Daddy,” Suga grunts as his silky smooth balls drag against Daichi’s hairy ones, fucking his own sticky load into the man’s ass. 

“Fuck, y/n,” Suga pants, “come eat this creampie.”

You bite your lip and join him behind Daichi’s trembling legs, watching as Suga’s twitching cock slides out slowly. When his tip finally pops out, you’re ready, tongue lapping up his warm cum as it seeps out of Daichi’s puckering asshole. 

With his elbows on the seat of the couch and his head in his hands, quiet whimpers are still falling from Daichi’s lips as the three of you collapse into a pile of fucked-out bodies.

Daichi walks out of the spa that afternoon with a smile on his face and a little extra pep in his step. On his drive home to get ready for his date with his two favorite massage therapists, a satisfied grin spreads across his handsome face as he says to himself, 

“Happy fucking birthday to me!”

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Earth & Bone Oracle: Honor the Concepts of Rebirth and Transformation Earth & Bone Oracle: Honor the Concepts of Rebirth and Transformation Contributor(s): Shadow, Sirian (Author) Publisher: Rockpool Publishing ISBN: 1922785725 Physical Info: 1.06" H x 5.6" L x 4.33" W (0.78 lbs) 112 pages The combination of the illustrated skulls and nature is both beautiful and somber, highlighting the deck's theme of spiritual transformation. Inspired by nature's cycles, the Earth and Bone Oracle honors the concepts of rebirth and transformation and is tailored to help readers grow and heal spiritually. The deck is alluring, mysterious, haunting and complex. The artwork and themes portray a darker, slightly macabre style as a result. Although there is a strong emphasis on the concept of nature's duality, the messages are about transformation and achieving the ideal balance between dark and light elements. The combination of the illustrated skulls and nature highlight the deck's theme of spiritual transformation by reflecting the constantly changing seasons and the cycle of life. By tapping into the universe's subtle energies, the deck contains channeled messages that integrate with your consciousness through change and transformation. The guidance is tailored to help you grow and heal spiritually. These oracle cards can be used as a singular deck or combined with tarot for more extensive guidance. They are easy to use, especially for those who are beginners or new to divination and oracle cards. Allow the Earth and Bone Oracledeck to lead you on a transformational and empowering journey. Contributor Bio: Shadow, Sirian Sirian Shadow is a versatile and multifaceted practitioner, psychic and author who provides spiritual guidance for empowerment and transformation. His mission is to inspire wisdom and empower personal and spiritual truth. Sirian Shadow is his spiritual name. He discovered that he was a Sirian star seed, a soul who incarnated from Sirius to bring light and healing during his reiki training and attunements. For as long as he can remember Sirian has been drawn to the mystical and magical world. As a child his interests and psychic gifts were suppressed by family and peers, and he was frequently dismissed as being shy and unusual, but in reality, he had an innate ability to know certain things about people even before he had ever met them. Sirian eventually learned how to hone his abilities and form the language to speak about his psychic and intuitive gifts, and is grateful to have learned to attune to and understand more about subtle energy. Now that he feels empowered and inspired, Sirian seeks to provide his developed skills and experience and is committed to helping you see the truth that has always been inside of you, showing you the way forward, and giving you peace of mind by helping you recognize the spiritual essence of the things that happen in our lives.

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Open the Doors Within

by Farali, Niha

Overview

This book is meant to enlighten those who have been struggling with rising up from existential crisis and finding the purpose of their life. The authors of the book have put in a lot of hard work and many years of research in writing this book. This book wisely answers all the questions regarding our existence; it provides an insight into the nature of the complex mechanisms of human beings and the origin of everything. It explains how the bounties of nature and their incredibly intelligent designs speak for the existence of God without uttering words. The supernatural power, in other words, God the viewed differently by individuals of different backgrounds depending on their social conditioning. The writer further explains to the truth-seekers as to how find and connect with the higher power by means of different practices such as meditation, channeling, yoga, prayers, and it sheds light on the incredible power of positive thinking. It also addresses the detrimental effects of low self-esteem and negativity in realizing our full potential. The book is not an endeavor of one mind. It is a by-product of the amalgamation of different minds and different life experiences. One of the authors of the book has gone through many mystical experiences that ended up making her a spiritual healer from being a therapist. The book mentions many various ancient treatments such as reiki, chakras, massage etc to live peacefully and mindfully. The writers of this insightful book have avoided using highfalutin vocabulary for its readers to be understandable by layman. I hope this book will find a way to your hearts and will shatter all your illusions.

Book details

Publisher ‏ : ‎ Balboa Press (Sept. 30 2022)

Language ‏ : ‎ English

Paperback ‏ : ‎ 172 pages

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1982253622

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1982253622

Item weight ‏ : ‎ 259 g

Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 15.24 x 1.09 x 22.86 cm

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Let Pinochet go! Let Scientology go!

Let Pinochet go! Let Scientology go! By Miguel Martinez

Concerning an article published in Cristianità, the official magazine of Alleanza Cattolica. which includes CESNUR's director Massimo Introvigne among its leaders.

The January-February 1999 issue of Cristianità has just come out. To refresh the memory of our readers: this magazine is the official organ of Alleanza Cattolica, the right-wing organization one of whose five national leaders ("consultori") is Massimo Introvigne, and to which nearly all the members of CESNUR Italy also belong.

This issue has an article by Introvigne ("Reiki: technique or religion?") and an article in defence of Introvigne (against the Fraternity of Saint Pius X). The magazine claims no fewer than twenty-six activities of CESNUR as part of the "Good battle" ("La buona battaglia") of Alleanza Cattolica.

In other words, CESNUR and Cristianità are synonyms, at least for Cristianità. (CESNUR generally seems a little more embarrassed about the link.)

The "good battles" listed in the magazine include the presentation of Reverend James Gordon Melton's book on Scientology and even a lecture by Eileen Barker of the UK organization INFORM. The latter is under a special heading, "religious freedom", a title reminiscent of Introvigne's famous appeal in favour of Scientology in Germany.

However, this is not the only kind of freedom that interests Cristianità/CESNUR. Another victim of persecution, besides Scientology, receives special attention from Cristianità. This time it is Augusto Pinochet Ugarte, the expressionless Chilean former dictator.

First comes an article on Pinochet, explicitly titled "Let Pinochet go!", by American rightist Pat Buchanan. Then comes an article (four pages long) by a gentleman described as "Senator for life and General of the Reserve, Augusto Pinochet Ugarte". In this article we learn, for example, how Senator Pinochet is "…deeply convinced that those countries which are unable to discover the historical mission they are called on to perform, do not and never will have a future".

I wish to make it clear that I do not intend to dispute the right of Introvigne's organization to campaign for the release of the tough old general.

However, I think this campaign can help readers understand more clearly what CESNUR means by "freedom."

Originally posted here: http://www.kelebekler.com/cesnur/txt/pinogb.htm

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hq !! jjk, sk8 | birthday texts | smau

characters included : koutaro bokuto, kiyoomi sakusa, satoru gojo, tadashi yamaguchi, yuuji itadori, reiki kyan

a/n : happy birthday to my two friends :

— also, this is my first time writing for reiki :0

@angelace — ghost.. your birthday past a while ago but I was a bit busy and stressed from school 🧍🏻‍♀️ I apologize.. I hope you take this as a peace offering, I love you so much mwah mwah 💕

@tadashi-simp — blue !! happy birthday 🥺 I hope you like this !! I love you so much ☺️💕💕

warnings : extreme use of 🥺

koutaro bokuto

kiyoomi sakusa

satoru gojo

tadashi yamaguchi

yuuji itadori

reiki kyan

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@erwinsmithsworld asked:

reki invited his girlfriend to sleepover at his house and his mother and sisters embraced him because they talk about reki when his younger 🤣 make it oneshot please cuddle and fluff 🥺🙏🏻

I think im terrible with oneshots but i hope this is good for ya!! Kinda short tho since im doing this with piled up math homework mJKAHSJDHF

POV: 3rd pov?? 2nd pov?? iDKK

I also made it G/N reader since I wanted everyone to feel included and tried my best to make the reader as vague as possible

You’re walking to Reiki’s house since he invited you to have a sleep over, crossing the street and walking up a steep road.

As you walk upwards, you can hear whooping and laughs. You turn to your left and see Reiki with Langa skating towards you-- actually, it looks like they'll crash into you.

They did.

"(Name)!" Reiki launched up and goes to your side, helping you up. You groan and rub your hip, "Hi, Reiki. Having fun?"

He nods, "Are you okay?"

You nod and get up, you wave at Langa who dusts off some dirt on his clothes. "Hey (Name), what are you doing here?" He asks.

"Oh! Im going to Reiki's house, we'll be having a sleep over!"

Langa's eyes sparkled, "A sleep over? Its been a while since I've had one. Reiki, can we have one?"

Reiki chuckles, "Sure! But this time I wanna spend time with my lover. We can invite Miya when we have ours!" Langa smiles, nodding and picking up his board.

"Ah- Langa, where are you going?"

"Home. You're gonna spend time with your lover, right? We can hang out tomorrow. Bye."

Langa jumps on his board, skating away and out of sight as Reiki and you wave.

"You're both close, aren't you?" You giggle. Reiki grins and hugs you, "C'mon, lets go home. Its getting dark." You both walk to his home with his arm wrapped around your hip.

He suggested playing 'I spy' and you're both having a competitive game of a classic childrens game.

"I spy something Red."

"Your hair."

"I cant see my hair, (Name)."

"I spy.. something blue."

"Langa isn't here, Reiki."

"Hey!- Its not Langa- okay, at first it was-" He rubs the back of his neck as you laugh, "Its that car over there!- C'mon stop laughing!" he pouts.

The game was that exciting that you both didnt realise you've made it to his home. Where, his family, was peeking through a half opened door.

"Thats Reiki's lover?" His sister, Koyomi, asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Ahh!! my son has someone to call his own!" His mom, Masae,  gushes.

"Yeah, Finally." Koyomi scoffs with a tiny smirk.

Meanwhile, Reiki's tickling you with a goofy grin on his face.

"L-let me go!" unable to form a sentence, you cackle with laughter. "Never!!" Reiki stops and holds you tight, you can feel his smile when he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.

"Hey! The Dinner's getting cold, why don't you hug it instead to make it warmer?" Koyomi teases with a hand on her hip.

"Hey-  we're you watching this whole time?"  Reiki pouts, grabbing your hand and walking to his sister.

"Mm.. Maybe. Mama, Nanaka and Chihiro saw and they're waiting with food at the table!"

"Haha, very funny Koyomi." Koyomi shrugs with a cheeky smile, walking away.

"Reiki, I don't think she's kidding-" "Well, at least they know I love you lots!"

Afterwards, you eat dinner with them. Masae next to You and Reiki, Koyomi, Nanaka, Chihiro at the opposite end. Well, not just eat.. Talk about each other which led to the topic of Reiki in the past.

"Oooh! has Reiki shown you pictures of him in the past?"

"Mama-" "I haven't. Can you show me?" Reiki nudges you and you can see a light blush on his cheeks, you grin in response.

Masae who's clapping her hands and rushing to another room to find the photo books. She comes back with starry eyes and a smile similar with Reiki when he's excited.

She flips through the pages and presents a couple of photos of a tiny Reiki, one with him smiling beside a tree. He's wearing a shirt of a super-hero you don't know, a couple of bandages on his knees and arms and he's holding a stick. Its cute.

She sits beside you as Koyomi squeezes herself between you and Reiki. Reiki narrows his eyes with a raised eyebrow but Koyomi sticks out her tongue at him with a smirk. He rolls his eyes and ruffles her hair, "Hey, I just combed it!"

You watch with a smile forming on your lips. Its such a nice sight to see their family loving and supporting each other.

"And here, this is when he joined his first school play!"

Reiki yelps, "Mama! don't show them!!"

"Show what, Reiki?" you and Koyomi ask in unison, with grins-- mischievous grins.

He smiles slowly, "nothing. We can check the- uh, time I became a boy scout!" he responds with a shaky voice.

You didnt get to see the photo, sadly. The rest of the night was looking through the rest of the pictures and playing a couple of board games. Now its time to go to bed.

You're laying on the bed and waiting for Reiki to finish brushing his teeth. You're humming a song you heard on the way to his home, He finishes and comes out the bathroom with a sweat shirt on. Usually, he wears these when he's gonna make a board.

"Oh, are you going to make some boards?"

Reiki raises his eyebrows with widened eyes, "Huh? no? we're having a sleep over. Why would I do that?"

You shrug and make a gesture to forget about it. Reiki stares at you for a while and then he snaps his fingers as it clicks, he looks at his sweat shirt and back at you.

"Ah! right. Im sorry, I just love this shirt and I wanted you to see it." you shake your head.  "Oh don't be sorry Reiki, Im sorry as well, its just you always wear shirts like that when you're gonna work."

He lays next to you, looking at the ceiling with you.

"You know?"

"Once I visited you and your mom said you're making boards. So I went and saw you sleeping on an unfinished board, wearing a sweatshirt. You looked pretty cute."

Even if it's pretty dark, you can tell he's blushing through the silence. He is. with a huge grin.

"Thanks. You look awesome."

"Flattery doesn't work on me, Kyan." You joke. He chuckles and brings you closer to cuddle. "By the way, you should wear that costume during your school play again. You look awesome."

"You and Koyomi found it, huh?"

"Your work shed isn't a good place to hide things like that, Reiki."

[choco-donuts]

Reki as your boyfriend.

Reki x gn!reader

-THIS DUDE IS SO CARING.

-Always makes you happy if you're sad, always makes dumb pun jokes to make you laugh.

''Y/n.. If a seagull flies over the sea, what flies over the bay?''

''Reki...''

''Please Y/n?''

''ine, what flies over the bay?''

''A bagel.''

-now you're laughing as hard as you can, forgetting about what made you sad.

-please, help him with his work.

-we all know he watches skateboarding videos during class.

-Langa is your best friend, and he just sometimes third wheels y'all.

-Would teach you skating if you didn't know it!

''Reki... I'm scared...'' you said uneasily. You had a hard time keeping your balance, your board was shaking.

''It's okay Y/n... I'll catch you if you fall!'' said Reki confidently. ''And you're doing great!''

You blushed at his words, and concentrated, with Reki's guidance, you finally stood on the board without it shaking.

''Y/N! You did it!'' said Reki, with a happy smile.

-he gets so happy when you learn anything new

-But, if you did know skating, he'd be really happy! You'd both have skating dates, and try to learn new tricks.

-If skating wasn't your thing, he won't force you.

-he also makes a skateboard for you!

-wear his hoodies please.

-THEY SMELL LIKE HIM

-I feel like he smells like cinnamon. that was random

-he will absolutely melt

-wouldn't even ask them back

-mans think you look to cute T^T

-and if you give them back, he'll like that his hoodies smell like you

-HIS SISTERS LOVE YOU

-always want to play with you

-whenever you go to his house, they just steal you away

''I brought Y/n here for me, not you!'' Reki whines.

''You should share!'' argues his sisters.

-lol everyone loves you

-loves hugs

-I think he'll be a bit shy on pda

-also would be shy when the relationship starts

-You hold his hand?

-he's red as a tomato

-but he gets comfortable quickly

-I feel like, he'd be a bit reluctant to bring you to S

-I mean, come on, it's kind of a scary place

-But, he would bring you

-always gets a good luck kiss from you whenever he's about to race someone.

-please tell him he's worth it when he's sad.

-you're the only one he opens up to you

-just cuddle him when he's sad

-praise him

-he's doing his best

-let him know he's perfect, because he is.

-yeah, this was long cuz i love this boy so much, sorry about that hehe

[rryew]

⠀⠀ 沈黙 𖣠  . .. ZzZ ... #♡

✦ LANGA messy pack !!

[thel0v3hashira143]

I am only 14 minutes into the 1st episode of SK8 the Infinity, but I ship Reiki and Langa SO MUCH THAT I CANNOT PUT IT INTO WORDS 🤩🤩🤩

like omG JUST KISS ALREADY

[alexesguerra]

Dragon Path Oracle Cards: A 33 Card Deck & Guidebook Dragon Path Oracle Cards: A 33 Card Deck & Guidebook Cards – October 13, 2020 by Caroline Mitchell (Author), Tiras Verey (Author) ---Brand New-- A unique oracle deck to channel the energy and insight of the 33 powerful dragon guides revealed over two decades to the original Dragon Lady Caroline Mitchell. The dragons urge us to become the best possible version of ourselves, to release fears and pain, to accept and nurture ourselves and embrace our spiritual awakening. Dragons are immensely powerful, creative, inquisitive and honourable beings, with enormous compassion and often a dry sense of humour. This ground-breaking oracle deck allows users to connect with 33 dragons, each with their own personality and way of helping us. Each of the 33 stunning cards represents one of the dragons, and an 80-page booklet profiles the dragons in detail, suggesting how to work with their energy. The Dragons are grouped in four clans: the Earth Walk Dragons, the empowering, who support us on our physical journey; the multi-dimensional Galactic Dragons, the connectors, who work out in the galaxies to raise our vibration; the Grand Master Dragons, shape-shifting spiritual teachers who seek us out when we have started to advance; and the Guardian Dragons, who work in pairs, balancing each other's energies like yin and yang and guiding us wherever we are on our spiritual journey. Rather than giving us straight answers, the dragons guide us as we begin to trust ourselves, our intuition and our inner wisdom. Working with the dragons, we notice when the Universe is answering our call, and then act upon it. As our spiritual growth deepens, we become more self-aware and release old belief patterns, behaviours and ways of being. The Dragons ask only that we be true to ourselves. There is no set way to use the cards - connect with the Dragons in the way that feels right to you, whether that is picking a Daily Guidance card for instant insight or using the spreads described in the booklet, such as the Month Ahead spread, defining your focus for the next four weeks, or the Spiritual Seeker spread, created to help you on your spiritual journey. About the Author Caroline Mitchell is a Dragon Healing Master, who for the last 15 years has focused on the powerful influence of Dragons in her work. A fourth generation psychic, she is also a gifted Tarot reader, spiritual coach and workshop leader, and a trained Reiki Master in traditional Usui and Dragon Guided Reiki. Find out more at www.carolinemitchell.info Tiras Verey is a freelance illustrator and artist with a BA (Hons) in Illustration and a Master's in Graphic Storytelling. He blends a range of artistic approaches and mediums, from realistic pencil portraiture to digital fantasy art, to allow his creative visions to take form. Product details Item Weight : 0.035 ounces ISBN-10 : 1786783665 ISBN-13 : 9781786783660 Product Dimensions : 3.78 x 1.05 x 5.33 inches Cards : 80 pages Publisher : Watkins Publishing (October 13, 2020) Language: : English

[vanesdarling]

[imtherain]

Touch Starved (Hellboy x Reader)

HEYO

So, this was requested by @starslooklikediamonds and originally I figured I’d get to it eventually but then my fangirl heart went BOOM and I wrote this thing out until 1am. Hope it’s as requested :D 

Also gonna tag @negansdirtygirl22 because she’s been encouraging me <3

Anywho, coming in at a whopping 3877 words....

Touched Starved

Warning: Angst, talk of death, cuddles, reiki, gentle boi, 2am text messages. Lack of pancakes. Nothing terrible.

You had known Hellboy for what seemed like forever. He was a great drinking buddy, he was MVP of basically every mission, and he was always down for a good night in, watching movies, jamming to music, or just generally hanging out. You really enjoyed his presence and told anyone who questioned you that you were both ‘just friends’ as, honestly, that’s all you’d ever been.

You weren’t super surprised when you got a late-night text from him asking if you were awake. While he hadn’t texted you at 2am before, at least not when you weren’t both out drinking somewhere, you knew it was only a matter of time.

When you shot back that you were fast asleep, he asked if you were dreaming of him. Classic HB, you thought, just his normal flirty self. The odd thing being that he texted you so late and sober. Something in you decided it was best if you called.

“Hey,” You said when he picked up but didn’t say anything. “If you just answered your phone in your sleep, that’s pretty impressive.”

“I’m not asleep,” Hellboy’s voice was softer than normal and sort of gravely. As if something had been trying to claw its way up his throat.

“You ok, Red?” You ask.

“Of course, golden,” He snorts. It’s obvious even he doesn’t buy it.

“You don’t have to lie to me, I’ve told you all my shit, and you’re the one texting me at two in the goddamn morning.” You tell him, trying to keep your tone teasing.

“I know, sorry if I woke you.” He says.

“I usually wake up around now anyway, so no harm done.” You tell him. “Wanna tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Not really,” Hellboy says and you swear you can hear him shrug. “Just sitting around wondering if you were awake.”

“Want me to come over? We can watch a movie or something until we’re tired again.” You offer, expecting him to tell you no, it’s fine. You were surprised by the long pause. “Did you hear me, Red?”

“Yeah…actually, would you come over?” He asks. You were already up and pulling on your pajama pants.

“I’ll be there in ten, want me to bring anything? Beer? Breakfast?” You balance the phone on your shoulder as you pull on your boots, no socks.

“Just you’re smiling face will do me good.” He sighs.

“I’ll be right there, big guy, you better not fall asleep before I get there or I’ll be salty I ran all the way across base just to tuck you in.”

“You’re an angel, Y/N,” Hellboy’s voice almost had a smile in it now. “See you soon.”

“See you soon,” You agree. You threw the phone into your bag and tucked your laces into your boots instead of tying them and headed out the door. There weren’t a lot of people you’d run off into the night for, but Hellboy was one of them. He’d been there for you through some tough shit, saved your ass something like a hundred times, and never asked for a thing for it. You knew he deserved the stars themselves, but, he was too tough to admit to that.

Right at ten minutes you knock on his door, testing the handle to find it unlocked.

“You better not be naked,” You call into the room. “I’m not emotionally prepared for demon dick,”

“I’m covered, you’re fine,” Hellboy groans. He was propped up on the couch, his long from taking up most of the cushions.

“So why aren’t you sleeping?” You ask, going to sit on the coffee table so you could face him. He looks at you for a long moment but wouldn’t exactly meet your eye. He grumbles incoherently at you before forming a real sentence.

“It’s probably nothing,” He looks uncomfortable.

“Come on, Red, you don’t just ask someone to come over at two in the morning and there’s nothing going on. Either you’re feeling emotions you don’t know or want to handle, or you’re looking for a booty call, and since we aren’t that kind of friends, I assume it’s the first one.” You level a solid look at him and he shrugs.

“Maybe I wanted to change that part about a booty call,” He gives you a half-hearted grin. You laugh.

“Not tonight, big boy, either start talking or scootch over so I can sit on the couch too.” You say. He rearranges himself so that you can sit cross legged on the couch, facing him.

“I don’t think I like the look you’ve got in your eye…it looks like you want to skin me.” Hellboy said, trying to lighten the mood. But you weren’t having it. He needed something said, and you knew he wasn’t going to say it unprompted.

“Is it about your last mission?” You press.

“So, you heard about that?” He asks, looking away from you again.

“Of course, some of those men were my friends too you know,” You tell him. You had long since stopped getting too attached to people. If nothing else, you were a bit envious of the dead. They had nothing to fear, for the most part, and they no longer suffered this mortal coil.

“I’m sorry,” Hellboy said. “It was my…”

“Don’t you dare take the blame for what happened,” You snap before he could get it out. He looks at you with surprisingly vulnerable eyes. He looks away so you wouldn’t notice his eyes are wet.

As the silence drew out again, you sat watching him not looking at you. He was picking at the hair that grew along his tail, a distraction, and from the way he winced when he caught one hair between his fingers and pulled, a pain to disassociate with.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna ask for your hand,” You tell him. He glances at you and folds his hands in his lap.

“I’m sorry I asked you to come over, I shouldn’t have.” He says. “You could go home if you’re tired.”

“That’s the thing, Red, I’m not tired anymore.” You smile at him. “And I know you have more things to say. So say ‘em. I won’t judge you for anything you’ve got in there,” You motion generally to his head. He looks away again and you sigh. Then you have an idea.

“Have you heard of reiki?” You ask. You watch his profile as he frowns.

“Energy healing? Yeah, why?” He asks.

“Before I worked for the BPRD, I was a freelance reiki master, I did healing sessions for lots of people. Want to try it? Sometimes, I’ve found, it helps get the feelings out, even if the words still stick.” You tell him.

“I’ve never had it done before,” He says. You nod.

“That’s ok, I haven’t gotten to practice in a long time either. Give me one of your arms please,” You reach out for him, open hands, palms up. He holds his human arm out to you first. “Now, don’t move, and don’t be alarmed if you do or do not feel anything, ok?”

“What am I supposed to feel?” Hellboy asks. You begin to run your hands up and down the length of his arm, as if you were searching for something you couldn’t see in soft, fine sand. You let your fingertips hover right above his skin.

“I always thought healing energy felt like sunshine and magnets, how you can feel it, but you can’t touch it,” You say. “Do you feel anything?”

“No,” He takes his arm away.

“Can I try the other arm?” You ask. You’d honestly always wanted to know what the energy his stone arm gave off felt like when you were focused on it. Hellboy shrugs and holds it out to you, palm up.

“Knock yourself out,” He says. This time you touch the stone and your fingers hum with the energy between you. Hellboy doesn’t seem to notice it, or if he does, he doesn’t react in any way you recognize. You trace the bits of the stone that are uneven before you realize what you’re doing might be too intimate for him, but he doesn’t shy away. “Still don’t feel anything, but that arm never feels much,”

“Oh, sorry,” You can’t help but blush. You had been too wrapped up in your thoughts of stone and energy to realize how long you’d held onto him.

“Didn’t say I minded,” He looks at you now, softer than before. You thought maybe you were making him feel better, even if he didn’t specifically feel your reiki.

“There’s one more thing I can try, if you want,” You tell him. He gives you a questioning eyebrow. “Can I touch your face?” You ask. Whatever he thought you were going to ask of him, that wasn’t it. His eyes were large and sort of frightened, but he nods, turning his torso so that you have better access.

“I promise I won’t bite,” He mummers when you hesitate. You know you’re being foolish, but something in you knows this means more than it was supposed to. You take his face gently between your fingers, caressing his strong cheekbones with your thumbs. His eyes flutter close and he leans against your hands, surprising you both. He pulls back suddenly and grabs your wrists, taking them from his face. In that little bit of contact you felt a lot.

“How long as it been since you’ve been touched, Red?” You ask, quietly, so quietly you’re almost sure he couldn’t have heard you.

“I touch myself all the time,” He tries to joke away the tension in the air between you.

“Red,” You rebuke him. He sighs, dropping your hands.

“It’s been a long time, not like I get out much.” He finally admits, sitting back against the couch. “Sorry if I startled you,”

“No, it’s not that,” You say, a blush coming up your cheeks again. “It’s just…can I touch your face again?” He looks at you for a long moment, as if you were crazy.

“Why?” He asks.

“Because I want to,” You tell him. “And I haven’t touched someone in ages, it’s a win-win, right?” You add the last part hastily, as if it doesn’t matter. It matters to you very much. In that brief moment of contact, you could feel him, feel the ache in him, the sorrow in him, and you wanted to feel it some more. Part of the reason you left your practice as a reiki specialist was because you often felt too much of what people were trying to deal with, and it killed you because nine times out of ten you couldn’t help them. But Hellboy was right here, you could help him.

“Are you sure you,” He paused, watching you. “You sure you wanna touch my nasty face?”

“Nasty? What, have you not been showering?” You laugh a tiny laugh, trying not to break the stillness around you. “I’m sure I’ve touched worse, I mean you never saw my ex, but trust me, you’re much better,”

“Glad to hear it,” He gave you a small smile at that, just the one side of his mouth turned up.

“So, can I touch your face again?” You press. It felt so important to you that you touch him again, as if something terrible might happen if you didn’t.

“Sure,” He almost whispers it. You move so that you’re on your knees next to him and when you reach for his face, he’s staring at you, eyes so intense you’re surprised you don’t catch fire. But it’s not a malicious fire, it’s a fire that aims to protect him from whatever harm he thinks you present. You gently place your hands on the sides of his face again, covering his sideburns with your palms. This time when his eyes flutter closed, you move slower, deliberately, so as not to spook him. And you tell him where you mean to go.

“I’m going to touch your temples now and then back to your cheeks,” You say softly, moving one hand at a time to place your finger tips on his temples. He makes a small sound you take for agreement. Then your hands move back to where they started, covering his sideburns gently. “I’m going to trace your lines with my fingers next, first your nose, and then your brow,” Another small noise.

You move carefully, slowly, and trace your pointer finger along the length of his nose, careful not to tickle him. Then you traced one eyebrow and then the other before moving the tracing hand back to his cheek.

“Now with the other hand,” You say and repeat the movements. “Can I touch your horns and the top of your head?” You ask. He nods against your hands. You touch each of his horns deliberately, giving just a tiny bit of pressure, before setting one hand on top of his head. You leave it there for a moment and then take it away. Both hands go to his cheeks again and you can’t help but press your forehead to his.

“I don’t know about sunshine and magnets, but it feels nice,” Hellboy speaks first, he leans forward against your forehead, as if he wants more contact still.

“I’m glad,” You tell him. When you don’t move away from him, Hellboy pulls you into his lap, keeping your foreheads still touching. “What is it?” You ask, not moving away.

“I wanted more of you, sorry, I should have asked,” He mumbles. You shake your head against his.

“I think you’ve been really touch starved, Red,” You tell him. “It’s not an easy thing to fix,”

“Figure.” He snorts. “How does one fix it?” His eyes are still closed and yours can’t help but look at him since you had him so close to you.

“You have to open yourself up to being vulnerable,” You tell him. He makes a disdainful noise in the back of his throat. “I know, that’s why it’s hard,” You tell him.

“What if I don’t wanna?” He asks. You move to place a hand on his chest, his skin is warm beneath your palm.

“Then this ache you feel, that only gnaws wider, will never close,” You say. He covers your hand with his flesh one.

“Isn’t there another way?” He asks, voice small. You think for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his hand on yours, the feeling of being near him, of connecting to him with your energy, which you always felt too strongly. Even if you never talked about much, even if you hid it from most people, it meant so much to you to touch someone like this.

“Casual touches help a lot,” You’re speaking quietly now, as if you’re afraid to wake him.

“Like having a pretty lady sit on your lap?” Hellboy whispers back. You smile and he opens his eyes. It’s his turn to take your face in his hand, though he only uses the smaller one.

“I suppose this counts for something, but it doesn’t feel very casual, does it?” You would normally laugh, but he’s looking at you like you cast a spell on him, and you didn’t want to break it just yet. His thumb traces your bottom lip and before you can do more than blush, he pulls you forward and gently presses your lips together with his.

The kiss last for a long moment, both of you content just to move slowly, not pressing, not asking for more.

When the kiss does pass, the moment is broken. You sit back to look at him and he’s smiling at you now, as if he’d just awoken from a pleasant dream.

“I should text you in the middle of the night more often,” He smirks. You blush again because you’d enjoyed the kiss far more than you should have.

“I’m normally up around two to three, so feel free,” You say, making to stand. He catches you before you can manage it and holds you to him.

“Thank you,” He says softly. “Really, thank you,” You can’t help but touch his face again, a quick pass of your fingers through his scruff. He hums at the contact.

“Anytime, Red,” You tell him.

“And what about if I want to kiss you again?” He asks. Your blush grows darker around your ears.

“Do you?” You manage around your embarrassment.

“I do,” He smirks again, his cockiness coming back in waves that hit you like a summer wind.

“Then I’d say you could kiss me again,” You tell him. “Cuz I think I like you,” He leans closer to you and presses another, chaste, kiss to your mouth. When it breaks you wrap your arms around his neck and he stiffens briefly before he relaxes into your embrace.

“I like you too, Y/N,” He says, burying his face in your shoulder. “I like you too.”

 [the word artist in me says to end it here, but the fangirl wanted more, so bonus paragraphs below.]

 You start to play with his hair, gently running your fingers through the long tendrils. He hums into your neck.

“Do you still have things to say?” You ask. He grumbles something you can’t understand. “Is that a yes?”

“You’re awful, Y/N,” He mutters. “Haven’t I felt enough for one night?”

“Never,” You whisper back, pulling back so you can meet his eyes. He looks at you like he wants something, but he doesn’t ask for it.

“I blame myself for what happened on that mission, there, you happy?” He says, offhand, like it doesn’t kill him inside. You just look at him for a long moment and he curses under his breath. “I killed them, it was my fault,” He says again, as if repeating it changes the meaning. “It’s always my fault,” Suddenly his voice cracks and he pushes you off his lap so he can stand.

“It’s not your fault,” You tell him carefully. “All the agents know what’s out there, that any mission could go south, that any mission could be their last. It’s something we all live with.” You stand and cross the floor carefully. Hellboy was standing with his back to you, fist to his mouth as he tried not to feel the emotions you had pressed him for.

“I should have…I could have,” He tries to form a sentence, but it was easy to tell if he says anything more, he was going to cry, and you knew him well enough that he did not want to cry.

“There is nothing else you can do about it now and beating yourself up over it isn’t going to help either.” You tell him, carefully touching his back. His skin twitches at the contact.

“Stop touching me like that,” He snaps.

“Why? Do you not like it?” You ask, drawing your hand back. Maybe you’d gone too far. Maybe you had pushed him too much.

“Shit,” He curses, “No, it’s not that,” He turns to you then and you can see the war behind his eyes. “Do you know what I am, Y/N?”

“You’re Hellboy, the demon son of Professor Broom.” You say. “And you’re a sarcastic asshole that I’m rather fond of,” You add.

“Did you know I’m supposed to summon the apocalypse or whatever? End all of mankind?” He demands. You’d seen people do this before, hell, you’d done it before. He was trying to push you away, but you didn’t want to let him. You’d seen him vulnerable, and you want him to know that it was ok, that you still like him even if you knew he was mushy on the inside, just like everyone else.

“Do you plan on doing that anytime soon?” You ask. You did not know those details, but you’d heard the rumor.

“What? No, I don’t want to,” He sputters. You step up closer to him and wrap your arms around his middle.

“I’m right here,” You say. “Please don’t push me away,” He’s very tense as you hold him.

“I kill people,” He says. “Being around me kills people,”

“People die all the time, even without you near them,” You tell him. “You can’t take all the blame for it.” He begins to relax and his arms close around you.

“Why did you come here tonight, Y/N?” He asks. You hum against his chest because it feels so good to be close to him, to hold onto him.

“Because you asked me to come,”

“Would you have come if it was someone else?” He asks.

“No, I would have told them to fuck off, or I would have ignored the text completely.” You tell him. He makes a sound that sounds like agreement.

“Ok,” He mumbles. His face falls to your hair. “You smell good, Y/N,”

“You do too, Red,” You look up at him, chin on his chest. “Wanna lay down for a while? Try to sleep maybe?”

“Are you staying?” He asks, eyebrow quirked up. You blush, but nod.

“If you’ll let me, I’m too tired to walk all the way back on my own.” You tell him.

“Please stay,” He says it quietly as if he doesn’t really want you to hear. You step back from him and take his hand.

“No funny business tonight though, just sleep,” You tell him, pulling him towards his bed.

“None, tonight, huh?” He’s grinning.

“That is what I said,” You blush again. “I mean you haven’t even taken me on a date yet, what kind of girl would I be?”

“My girl, maybe,” Hellboy says.

“Do you want me to be your girl?” You ask. He climbs into bed and you join him, snuggling up against his side. “Because I might be ok with that,” You have one hand on his chest, feeling him breath.

“I like the sound of that,” He grins. “And I’m thinking I could get used to this,”

“Cuddling?” You ask.

“Yeah,” His arm comes around you to hold you closer. “Just promise me something,”

“What’s that?”

“You won’t make me feel things all the time,” He groans, and you laugh at him.

“Oh, come on, feeling things is good for you, but if you want, I’ll only make you feel things when you need too. How’s that?” You rest your head on his chest now and can hear his heart beat. It’s strong and steady.

“But Y/N,” He wines. “You made me feels things today, isn’t that enough?” He asks. He sounds more like himself again.

“And look what that got you? I’m here and I think you said I’m your girl now, so that means we’re dating or something, right?”

“Oh,” He pauses. “I guess it does.”

“See, feeling things leads to good things. Now shush, it’s time to sleep.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” He says.

“Night, HB,” You snuggle into him again. You had dreamed of him for a while, but this was so much better than that. You were both quiet for a long time, just breathing together into the dark.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Hellboy whispers after he’s sure you’re asleep. You adjust yourself against him and he smiles. He’d wanted this more than he’d admit, and it was nice that it finally was here.

[astrochemstry]

General Dating Headcanons with Reiki Kyan;

Warnings: none, just fluffy fluff!

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- Reiki would be a very good boyfriend!

- If you're interested in skating (or already do it), he would happily make you a skateboard/repair it!

- And if you don't know how to skate-- do not fear, Super Reiki is here! He will help you learn more about skating and even get Langa to help you out too

- I think he'd really love giving cheek and forehead kisses

- to him, your cheeks are ADORABLEE--- like, he's just cupping your cheek with his hand as his thumb caresses your face gently. You start blushing and he can FEEL IT- your cheeks get red and he may not see it but he CAN feel the heat growing

- and that's why, your cheeks are one of his favourite things about you

- 'one of his'

- LOOK- this guy just LOVES YOU

- I don't think he could ever love just one thing about you

- if he was asked, "why did you fall in love with Him/Her/Them?" He has to sit down and think about it for a good 5 - 10 minutes

- maybe, it's when you get concerned- like really concerned when he hurts himself from skating or just anything.. maybe, it's when you treat his bruises-- carefully and full of love.. maybe, it's when you wrap your arms around his body and snuggle your head on his neck after a long day

- yeah that's how much he loves you

- I think he'd have good memory too, well, with you

- basically: he'll remember everything especially if that memory made both of you feel emotions intensely-

- psst, reader, get your mind out of the gutter /j

- anyways, for example: your first kiss, first time you held hands, first date, etc. He'll remember them with the utmost detail! Because- I mean how can you not it's literally your FIRST KISS/DATE/HOLDINGHANDS-

- also one of your supporter- no.. your BIGGEST SUPPORTER!!

- bro I swear he'll be there to support you with ANYTHING!! You're gonna compete in a contest? BOOM!! HES AT THE FRONT ROW WITH A CAMERA READY; You're gonna compete at SK8? EVEN BETTER!! skating and you? His two favourite things?? oh sign him up, he'll be there with a huge ass sign with supportive names and probably got the others to carry one too

- and that's the tip of the iceberg, he'll be there to support you if you're in a hard space too! Feeling blue? He's here, comforting you and telling you sweet nothings; want some space? Roger that! He's respectful of your boundaries and feelings so he'll understand

- Okok, now about Reiki:

- please PLEASE comfort him, reasurre him..

- we saw what happened when Langa was getting really popular-

- so please, tell him he's the best and reassuring him that his skills and talents and his entire existence is amazing!!

- when he's feeling saddo, he will wrap his arms around your waist and if you're cuddling, hes nuzzling into your neck. Well, he does that a lot but he'll be having this- firm grip, it's not something that hurts but it's not that noticeable too unless you're really sensitive to touch I guess--

- so, basically what you're gonna do is:

- hug him, cuddle him, offer to do anything he wants-- just be by his side! That's reassuring to him, that's enough!

- he doesn't want to be left behind so knowing youll stick by his side is justt- it makes his heart feel warm and butterflies start flying around his stomach

- anyways, give him compliments

- that makes him really really happy! Especially if it's his skills that are related to.. you guessed it! Skating!!

- I think he'd really like it if you held his hand a lot! Feeling you intertwining your fingers with his, and he'll tighten the grip a bit while his face is heating up Bcs "ADFHSKABHSLDB THEYRE HOLDIBG NY HAND THEYRE HOLDING MY HAND WMAHDKS-"

- and again with the comforting him thing--- everything he does for you, he hopes you can also do to him

- nono you don't have to do everything or do everything just like how he did.

- he'd appreciate it very much if you do the same but in your own way! Giving and Receiving the same amount of affection (or more) he gives just makes him skate up to cloud 9

- and I think this guy?? He's not appreciated enough!! I swear if you Go apeshit even if what he did was literally flip a pancake without messing up?? He's just blushing and would tell you it's nothing but c'mon

- he loves it

- now now, not to cut on any of yall's parades but I think he'd give but prefer receiving affection more..

I think he just wants affection, validation, something that will reassure him that he's good and he's gonna be great, even if it's a little thing? He'll take it!

- yes anyways-

- 9999999/10 the best boyfriend ever

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ok so basically I wrote this at 1 am or somewhere around that time.. or more- for this Wattpad book buT god am I proud of this? Very much!! I'm sorry if he's OOC tho

Requests are open btw if you wanna send something in!! I literally have nothing to do!! I mean- except, schoolworks and stuff

[jvngkook97]

hello there! can i make a request about One Night Stand with Hoseok? thank you

One Night Only

pairing; jung hoseok x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, one night stand au, music festival au

warnings; cursing, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, mentions of blood, small fight, dirty talk, praising, oral (m and f receiving), cum play, spit play, sex with a condom (be smart pls), hand job, fingering, blow job, cum swallowing, doggy style sex, rough sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 6,028

a/n; thank you so much for the request! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Read the not so direct sequel -> Daydream

You met him through the latest dating app.

One that was mainly used to just hook up with people that were close by.

That should’ve been your first warning.

When he invited you to hang at a music festival taking place in the middle of the desert of fucking nowhere?

That should’ve been your second warning.

And the third? Well. That’s going to come later.

Transcendence is a massive festival around these parts, it seems. It’s three days of indie, alt, and punk music. Most people come out here in tents, campers, and RV’s alike to camp out.

As you begin the strenuous trek from the public parking section of the huge lot, you see other festival goers around you dressed in an eclectic mix of boho chic fashion trends, punk and alt styles, and what you can only describe as ‘homeless but make it $10,000’.

Finally making it past the festival gates after getting through what they deemed as ‘security’, but was really two people who acted like they really didn’t want to to be there and rushed everyone through, you realize this whole thing might be better than you originally thought. Eclectic art sculptures, people doing yoga, witnessing what you could only assume is some weird hippie pagan ritual, a man with a goat, and of course, the heavy smell of pot permeating throughout.

Wandering further into the festival, you seem to make it to the food portion of it. As you’re checking out the diverse food stalls as well as art installations littered around, your attention is suddenly drawn by an exaggeratedly loud and obnoxious giggle. You cringed. This girl was laying it on thick. You couldn’t help but overhear the conversation she was in, keeping your back to her and her mystery partner, not yet sure who she was talking with, but you wanted to see if her tactic would work.

“Yeah, so, like, your chakras are probably out of line. I could give you a reiki massage or—,” she trailed off in a suggestive tone. The only thing you could make out from your peripheral was that she was one of the boho dressed festival goers. You bit your lip to prevent the laugh that was starting to bubble up your throat, about ninety percent sure that this isn’t the first time she’s more than likely used this line on someone.

Deciding to take a peak, you acted as if you were stretching as you turned your body around to face them. To your surprise, it’s not just one boho chic girl, but a group of them. They were all surrounding one very relaxed guy who is leaning against what appears to be a renovated school bus and smoking a joint.

“Maybe another time.” The male spoke, disinterested, yet wore a friendly smile.

You snorted in disbelief, but thoroughly amused.

It was your supposed date for the evening — Jung Hoseok.

You’re not dating him, he’s free to do whatever he wants. With a confident strut, you approach. His eyes flicker up to meet yours when he notices you approach, his grin widening with each step you take towards him.

“Y/N!”

He practically shakes off the gaggle of women as he passes off his joint to a random person and jogs over to you the rest of the way. As he goes in for a hug, you begin to feel mischievous. You decided to take it one step further and lean up to press your lips firmly to his instead. To your surprise, he goes with it. Securing an arm around your waist, he pulls your body flush against his and returns the kiss in fervor.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling wider, if that’s even possible. You give him your flirtiest wink.

“I’m so glad you made it.” He spoke sincerely, voice laced with relief and excitement.

That’s when the previous boho chick wanted to ensure you both that she was still there.

“Uh, do you know them, Hobi?”

You both turn back to the woman, his arm still hung around your waist and your hand splayed on his chest as you lean against him. Some of the women have dispersed, clearly realizing that you are the one Hoseok is interested in. You look up to him to answer and see his eyes flash with a mischievous glint of their own.

“Yeah. This is y/n. We’re childhood friends.”

You feign a look of betrayal, the hand that was once on his chest coming up to cover your mouth before you smacked him in the chest, hard. He gave a wince at your action, but let you continue with your own little act.

“Is that all we are? What am I going to tell our son?!”

“S—Son?” He choked on his own spit, reply broken up as he stuttered, flabbergasted at the direction where you chose to take this charade of yours. “You didn’t tell me I had a son.”

“It’s because I adopted him and signed your name. Your signature isn’t as complicated as you think.”

He gave a fake sigh, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“You told me you wouldn’t do that again. In fact, you promised me, y/n.”

“Well—,” you paused for dramatic effect. “I lied to you. It was the only way.”

He rips his body away from yours as if being burned, crossing his arms over his chest. Angling his body away from yours, he replies angrily.

“I can’t believe you’ve conned me into adopting more children! I can’t forgive you this time.” He made a show of beginning to walk away as you threw yet another layer on top of your snowball of a lie.

“What if I told you I was pregnant?” Your face was serious when he stopped and pivoted on his heel to give you a look that was just as serious as yours.

“I would tell you to stop that.”

“Fair enough.”

“Right. Good luck with that.” The boho chick piped in, a look of disgust on her face.

The women dispersed after that, clearly not in on the joke and vaguely confused in general. Once they’re long out of sight, you look at Hoseok and snicker. He gives you a clap on the back, amused by the whole situation.

“Sorry. Were they your friends?” You face was one of faux concern, but your sarcastic tone contradicted it entirely.

“Okay.” He smiled sheepishly. “So, don’t judge me.”

“Oh boy.”

“I have no clue what any of their names are. They just kinda latched onto me from the moment I got here.”

“If you can just attract people like that, why the hell were you on that dating app?” You asked, genuinely curious, but not judging.

He clicked his tongue, pointing finger guns at you as he replied back.

“Well, see, there’s just a fundamental issue with all of them.”

“Which is….?” You trailed off, eyes squinting at him.

“None of them were you, of course.”

You throw your head back and let out a loud laugh and he swears he could listen to you laugh all day if you’d let him.

“What a smooth talker you are, Hoseok.”

“Hobi. Just call me Hobi.” He smiled warmly at you as you regained control of yourself from your little fit of laughter.

“Hobi.” You like the way it rolls off your tongue as you test it out, equally as warm smile appearing on your face in return.

“Shall we?” He thumbs behind him, then leads the way back over to the bus he was previously leaning on when you first saw him as you trailed steps behind him.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Can I get you something? Beer? Wine? Tequila?”

“Tequila, please.”

“Good choice.”

After popping open a folding chair so that you can settle in and sit down, he runs up the steps and into the elongated school bus. He then returns shortly, stepping down carefully with two red solo cups in hand. He passes one to you that you take with a grateful smile, murmuring your thanks. Unfolding another chair, he sits down next to you and takes a swig of the tequila. You do the same.

A comfortable silence forms, lasting all of five seconds until you can no longer hide your growing curiosity on the eyesore that is the bus in front of you.

“So, is that a school bus?”

“Huh?” He seemed to zone out for a second, his eyes surveying fellow festival goers as they walked past you both. “Oh, yeah.”

He laughs, looking back at the bus fondly. It’s definitely a school bus, but it’s been painted over, slate blue and white. Although, currently, it has more of a dusted orange tint to it due to the desert. He then satiated your wondering mind with an explanation.

“It was a project I’ve been working on for awhile. I’m just kinda traveling, so I decided to redo a bus and make it my home for the time being.” He then went on to describe exactly how much work he put into it which had you guffaw at him, face morphing into one of shock with each thing he listed. “Ripped out the inside, popped in a bed, a stereo system, a kitchen. It’s pretty lit inside if I do say so myself. I’ll show you later.”

As you’re about to ask another question, a group of alt guys walk by.

“Hey, Hobi!” The two fist bump with bright smiles.

“Hey! What’s up, man? You guys all finished with the sets?” Hobi asks the mystery male.

“Yeah! You wanna come hang with us at the pirate ship?”

Pirate ship? Why are you not surprised.

“Maybe later, man.”

Finally seeming to notice you through his stoner haze, the guy shifts his attention over to you. He smacks Hobi on the shoulder with a cheeky grin.

“Yo, who’s this?”

“This is y/n, she’s my—,” he looks over at you to finish, leaving it up to you. He should’ve known by now that that wouldn’t be a wise idea.

“I’m pregnant with his child.”

You stare point blank at the alt guy, as you take another large swig of the tequila that he obviously hasn’t noticed you nursing this whole time. Hobi just snorts and doubles over in laughter at your completely straight face.

He swears, you should become an actress. He curiously then wonders if you are, cause it would make a whole lot of sense if it was true. He stored that question in his mind to ask you later.

You continued on with your ruse, the guy fully believing you still, no doubt due to the high he was currently on.

“We met at the last music festival. Figured I’d better track him down and make an honest man out of him and whatnot.” You waved your hand in the air lazily, emitting an aura of nonchalance.

“We’re going to name the kid after the next music festival we attend together.”

“Tight. Alright man, we’ll catch you later. Nice meeting you, Hobi’s baby momma.”

“Yup. Later, bro.”

He gives one last fist bump to your apparent ‘baby daddy’ and salutes you with a wink, then he and the rest of the alt guys walk off and leave you two alone, yet again.

Your male companion then turns back to you with a wide smile, looking you up and down as if studying you.

“So, seeing as I’m gonna be a dad to our little music festival baby—,” he trailed off with a deep chuckle. “Tell me a bit about yourself?”

You angle your body in the chair towards him as you chug the rest of your tequila, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat and into your stomach with a warming sensation. He mimics your position in his own chair, chugging his drink to match your pace. Once done, he offers to take yours and he slides it underneath his, putting it in the cup holder on his chair.

When his attention was back on you, did you answer his question.

“I’m an artist.”

“Oh? Sick. What kind of artist?”

“I’m a musician.”

He could feel the effects of the alcohol take a slight toll on him as he says his next words.

“There’s something really beautiful about that. You’ll fit in around here.”

You could tell he was sincere with his words, and it made you give him a warm smile.

“Mhm. I already do!”

“Hey.” He leans in your direction. “But do you love what you do?”

“Yes.” Like Hobi, the effects of the tequila were starting to hit you as well, and if he found sober you entertaining? He was going to love drunk you. “And let me tell you.” You lift your pointer finger at him with emphasis. “The whole ‘if you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life thing’ that people always spew? Yeah, that’s bullshit.”

Noticing the slight hostility in your voice, he comes to the conclusion that this may or may not be a sensitive topic for you and decides it’s time to talk about something else, or better yet, do something else.

“Anyways, we’re here, might as well experience it to the fullest, right?” He offers, though backtracks a bit as he thinks on what exactly can occur during this music festival. “Although, if you just wanted to hang around here for now, I get it. Day one of any festival is pretty rowdy around this time.”

“What do you mean?” Considering this is the very first music festival you’ve ever attended, you had no idea what he was talking about.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Drunk people grinding on strangers, people stage diving, fights — it’s a real party, but it can be pretty fun. What do you say? Wanna risk it by the stage?”

You lean forward towards him, chair wobbling from the weight and threatening to topple over if you leaned any further to the one side. He cautiously puts his hands up in case he needed to catch your haphazard form. You didn’t take any notice.

“Bitch. I. So. Do.”

Laughing at your enthusiasm, he stands up and offers you his hand.

“Well then, shall we?”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You head to one of the many stages scattered around the huge festival. A decently popular band called ‘Guys Not Dogs’ are playing. True to their name, they are, in fact, not dogs. Their music is actually really good, and soon enough both you and Hobi are dancing along with the crowd around you.

With a firm hand on your waist, he pulls you close to him, your back to his front. Your bodies grind against each other sensually as you sway to the music.

You’re pretty sure it’s a mix of the alcohol in your system and the loud vibration of the music you could feel shoot up your body from the soles of your feet, but you tilt your head back to lay it on his shoulder and look up at him with a need to suddenly kiss him.

His eyes are locked with yours as he reads the message you’re trying to send loud and clear, having his own hidden desire to kiss you again. You lock lips with him and he grips you tightly, your own hand raising to place it firmly on his cheek to push his head further down to deepen the kiss. Now, you’re both effectively making out in the crowd, not a care in the world. It’s extremely hot, and you can feel your heart beat pick up a bit.

Before either of you know it, you’ve stopped dancing completely in favor of kissing.

He slowly pulls away from you, a thin string of saliva connects your lips from the battle of tongues that ensued in your mouths, both of you too stubborn to let the other win, before it splits in half and your lips are fully disconnected. He smiles at you with his entire face.

After another song finishes, he turns to you, his hands on your hips tapping out a random beat as he asks you a question.

“I’m going to get us some drinks. Is there anything specific you’d like?”

“Wine cooler.” It was the first thing that came to mind, you just trying to get your answer out before the next song blasted through the speakers and left you deaf to his words.

“Okay, I’ll be right back!”

Soon as he runs off, the song starts and you cheer along with the crowd. You bob your head and sway your hips to the music, arms up in the air as you get lost in the vibe of the song.

Before long, someone comes up behind you and begins to dance with you. You let out a giddy laugh, and inwardly you’re impressed with how quick he was to return, you thinking it would take a lot longer.

You turn your body around with a compliment on your lips for Hobi, when it dies in your throat the instant you lock eyes with the person behind you.

Someone who definitely wasn’t him.

The guy who has come up to you sways and flashes you a goofy grin. You’ll admit, he was cute. But still, you felt awkward. And it doesn’t sit well with you knowing that he’s obviously very drunk already.

You tried to remedy the situation with a small, but albeit, friendly smile so as not to cause a scene.

“Uh, sorry? No. I—I’m waiting for someone.” Your tried to keep your tone light and friendly as you spoke loud enough for him to hear you over the loud bass.

“Huh?” He replies yelling loudly, a dumbfounded look on his face. “What do you mean?”

You take a step back as the spit that flies out of his mouth with his words land surreptitiously on your thoroughly disgusted face. He takes a step towards you, his legs wobbling. Within seconds he’s tripped over himself, knocking you right into the ground in his clumsy attempt to right himself.

You throw your hands up in front of your face to try and protect yourself as people still danced around you, only some of them aware that you are in a perfect trampling position. Your mind races as you try to figure out what to do, the alcohol in your system clouding your mind.

“Hey! What the fuck?!” You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear his very loud, very pissed off voice from somewhere above you. “Get away from her!”

You hear a loud ‘crack’, and then you’re violently jerked back up onto your feet. The sudden movement causing you to get lightheaded for a moment, before you fully regain your bearings and realize you’re not on your feet at all. Looking up into Hobi’s worried gaze, you come to the conclusion he’s carrying you bridal style. It’s not until his focus shifts from you to the ground, do you also look, and see the drunk guy who had just knocked you down cradling a bloody nose.

The neighboring crowd around you has stopped and created a circle to watch the chaos that has seemed to unfold, you could hear the murmuring and whispers as they try and piece together what exactly happened.

Apparently, it was even enough to make the actual band playing onstage pause their music, the lead singer’s voice suddenly booming through the speakers on it’s own, sounding slightly concerned, but mainly pissed off from being interrupted.

“Hey! What’s going on over there? Security!”

“You good to run?” Hobi questions you quickly, and you only nod your head.

Deeming it enough, he sets you back on the ground, and before you could straighten up completely, he’s grabbing your hand and running in a random direction, pushing through the crowd.

Only minutes later, once you are both safely away from the commotion of the stage and the crowd, does Hobi let go of your hand to fall on the ground in a sitting position catching his breath. His arms are dangling over his knees, and his head is tilted downward between them. You opt to still standing, but being hunched over with your hands on your knees, your own chest heaving from the physical exertion that your body wasn’t used too.

“You—Saved me?” You ask in between breaths, brows furrowed over the events you didn’t get to see, but could assume occurred.

Hobi let’s out a deep chuckle, his shoulders bouncing up and down in the process. He tilts his head back to look up at your standing form with a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, I guess. But, honestly? What was I supposed to do? You were in trouble.” His whole body may have been exhausted, but his voice still somehow remained both jovial and nonchalant, like he’s been through this kind of thing before with someone else and therefore wasn’t phased.

And maybe he has, but you were still extremely grateful for him being there in your time of need.

“Thank you, for getting me out of there.” You straightened back up with a small, but albet thankful smile, extending your hand out for him to grab in order to help him up off the ground. He takes it with a wide grin, standing back up on his feet in no time as you continue with your words of gratitude. “I was in a really bad spot after I got knocked to the ground. I’m glad you came. I could’ve really gotten hurt — but I’m okay, thanks to you.”

Hobi scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment over your sincere words.

“I’m glad you’re alright. I really had no idea what happened. I just saw you on the ground with that guy standing over you and I thought he hit you.”

“He didn’t hit me, he was just drunk. I don’t think he meant to knock me on the ground at all. I was more worried about being trampled than anything though…” your voice trailed off at the end, your face becoming pale upon realizing exactly what could’ve happened, envisioning it in your head like a scene from a horror movie.

Hobi could read your facial expression and how the mood changed drastically in seconds, it didn’t take him long to pull you into his arms, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

“It’s okay now. I’m not going to leave you alone again, okay?” His breath fans your ear for a second, him pulling away shortly to check and make sure you were fine. When you didn’t give him any signs that you weren’t, he continued. “Come on, let’s just head back to camp for the night, okay?”

In all the ruckus, you didn’t notice how the sky that was once sky blue, was now a sea of orange and purple hues, the twinkling of stars beginning to appear in it’s wake.

And with that, you head away from the festival and back to his bus.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“It’s getting pretty late, you know? You live far?”

“About an hour and a half, two hours if traffic is bad.”

“What?!” His expression was one of mild shock. Hands flailing around him in a comical fashion. “You can’t head home now! Why don’t you just camp out here with me?”

You knew his worry and offer came from a place of sincerity and innocence, but you still couldn’t stop the way your cheeks tinted at your own inner lewd and wishful thoughts.

When you didn’t answer right away, he became aware of your flushed look, and immediately back tracked in hopes of not sounding like a creep.

“I have a daybed you can take for the night if you’re uncomfortable? I have no problems sleeping on the floor, really.”

Stuck in your lewd thoughts, you became emboldened with your next words.

“I was thinking this was going to be more—,” your own hands made an appearance to gesture in between your bodies with a hidden message. “—erotic?”

Your entire body cringed at the use of the word, but you didn’t know how else to say it, suddenly feeling like you were back in your awkward college day encounters when you were still a virgin.

“Oh?” His brows are furrowed, not yet registering the extent of your reply.

“OH.” His eyes widen considerably, a semi flustered look appearing at putting the pieces together.

“Oh.” He attempted to play his previous response off in a more smooth and suave way.

“Yes.” His answer is short, but resolute, and you think he’s done, until he throws you for a loop. “What say—,” he trails off mysteriously. “We make things interesting? Want to play a game?”

“Okay, Jigsaw.” He lets out a loud laugh at your horror reference, it only fueling his desire as he gives you a sultry smirk.

“Would you rather — sexy edition.”

Your brows raise in response as you wave at him to further explain.

“If you have done what is asked, then you receive a sexual favor. If you haven’t done what is asked, you give the other a sexual favor. Deal?”

Your smirk matches his as you reply.

“Deal.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Both of you sit facing one another on his bed, now safe from the rowdy all nighter festival goers whose shouts and talking outside are muffled within the bus. You’re both only in your underwear.

As he asks the first question, the game begins.

“Okay, let me think. Never have I ever….been tied up in bed.”

You bite your lip in anticipation. You’ve done that.

“Guess you have to treat me.”

“Those are the rules.”

He feigns disappointment, but his voice says otherwise, eyes darkening in the lowlight of the bedroom as he shuffles on the bed to sit behind you to pull you close. His hot breath races past your ear as he makes open mouth kisses to the side of your neck.

In this position, your knees are bent as you lean against him. He taps the inside of the knee closest to him as encouragement to part them wider and give him more room and better access to your still clothed core. You oblige.

His hand strokes down your bare stomach until his fingertips are touching the hem of your lacy underwear. He gives you a moment to stop him if you wanted too, and after a few minutes when he doesn’t get any resistance on your part does he resume in his actions.

Sliding underneath the hem of the lacy material, he skims past your tufts of pubic hair that has him sucking in a sharp breath due to finding it extremely hot not being shaved, his fingertips travel further until they find the hood of your clit and teasingly rub against it in order to go to the main destination he has in mind.

You let out a low whimper at the light touch of his fingertips that trace your opening in teasing circles, him never fully sticking a finger in yet. Your whimper goes straight to his lower half and you can feel the bulge that’s starting to form on your lower back.

“Shit, baby. You’re this wet already?” He chuckled lowly, and you bite back the witty remark on your lips and replace it with a moan, him inserting his middle finger up to the knuckle in one swift movement. His finger pumps a few long strokes into your pussy, him taking them out to gather your slick and rub it on your now swollen clit with short and fast movements.

It’s not long before your toes begin to curl as he switches between sliding his finger into your pussy and rubbing your clit with expert precision. When you grab onto his forearms with a vice grip and your moans turn into short pants, he knows you’re close.

“Let go, baby. Come on. Cum for me.” His voice whispered encouragingly into your ear and you can’t hold it back any longer. Your hips rise off the bed in your lust filled haze and he keeps rubbing your clit at a brutal pace until you forcefully push his hand away from your over sensitive bud.

Your entire body slacks against his, chest heaving as you try and calm down your breathing. He coo’s into your ear with sweet words and praise as he rocks your bodies gently side to side, his own way of helping you through your post orgasm state. Your heart swells at his actions, but you try not to let it get to you too much, knowing this was all for a game, and it was now time for the next question.

“Is it time for me to give another one already?”

“It is indeed.” You reply breathlessly.

He doesn’t move from his position as he asks you another question.

“Okay. Never have I ever gotten off to erotica.” You can see his brows waggle from your peripheral and you let out a rather unladylike snort.

“Who reads erotica these days? And besides, reading and masturbating? That’s too many things at once!” Your voice is high, expression flabbergasted, as you thrust your arms out in front of you in emphasis on the sheer absurdity of it all.

He laughs, and you feel the rumble in his chest from it, your back still against his front. He knows he’s won this round.

“I don’t get it either, but—,” he trails off knowingly, letting your silence speak for itself as you purse your lips, not liking to lose any type of game.

You heave a feigned sigh of defeat and sit up straight to turn yourself around. Now facing him on your knees do you give him a look.

“Alright, alright. I got you.”

“You don’t have too—,” his words are cut off when you push him down into the bed by his shoulders so he’s laying on his back now.

You sensually crawl up his body to straddle his hips. Leaning down, you place a bruising kiss on his parted lips from the surprise of being shoved down into submission. Breaking the kiss, you trail down his body with open mouthed kisses until you get to the hem of his Tommy Hilfiger underwear.

Shoving your fingers underneath enough to grab a hold of the hem, do you then lift the hem up to release it without warning. He lets out a sharp hiss at the unexpected sting against his waist, but you know he enjoyed it, having an up close view of the obvious tent he was now sporting. He shoots you a look that you return with an innocent one, and while he’s distracted do you swiftly pull them down in one go, letting them fall off the bed carelessly, his hard erection springing free and hitting your stomach.

Again, without warning, you lean down and plant a chaste kiss to the tip of his engorged, pre-cum leaking tip before taking it fully past your lips, cheeks hallowing in the process. You begin to bob your head up and down his length, and what you couldn’t fit in, you used one of your hands instead to do quick, short strokes. The other hand finds purpose with gently fondling his balls.

You can feel his hips begin to buck up into your mouth, and you relax your throat to allow him to fully incase himself in your warm mouth. Saliva begins to drip down the sides of your mouth and your eyes begin to water from him hitting your gag reflex. He places a hand behind your head, grunting as he looks down to watch you with hooded eyes. You want to encourage him to let go the same way that he did with you, but knowing that you couldn’t in your current position, you decided to moan continuously around his throbbing shaft, letting the vibrations speak for you.

Small moans begin to escape his mouth accompanied by his heavy panting breaths.

“Fuck—Y/N—Baby, I’m close.” It’s not even moments later do his thrusts get sloppy and uneven as he releases his warm load into your awaiting mouth. Some dribbles past your lips at the sheer amount as you make sure to swallow the rest. You pull away from his now soft cock with a ‘pop’, fingers coming up to wipe the cum off your face only to place them in your mouth and lick them clean.

The sight alone makes his dick semi hard again. You chuckle in amusement, repositioning yourself to laying down next to him with a heavy sigh. He turns onto his side to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You raise yours in wonder but don’t say anything.

“Okay. One more.” He lifts his pointer finger up in the air between your bodies. You nod subtly. “Never have I ever hooked up at a music festival.”

“Aren’t we currently doing that?” You ask confused.

“Well, look at that. You’re right. I guess it’s a tie then.” He shrugs one shoulder nonchalantly.

Your eyes narrow in suspicion.

“What does that mean?

“It means we both win.” He replies with a shit eating grin.

He quickly, but gently pushes you so you’re laying on your stomach, as he begins to trail kisses up your spine and to your neck. Your arch your back at his ministrations, effectively lifting your butt up in the air and sensually grinding your ass into his now fully hard again cock.

With a rustle of sheets, you feel the bed dip from him leaning over you to reach the little drawer built into the side of the bed. Shortly after, you hear him opening what you could only assume was a condom wrapper, his body weight shifting again as he slides it on before climbing on top of you.

His fingers trace down your spine as he whispers seductively against the shell of your ear, his finger having already hooked its way into your panties to shove the material far enough to the side to poke his cock head against your fluttering hole.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You hiss at him impatiently.

With your consent, he sheathes himself into your constricting walls until his balls slap deliciously against your pulsating clit. Your hands are immediately gripping at his sheets in order to anchor yourself as your head falls sideways onto one of the pillows unceremoniously due to his relentless pace against you.

It takes only seconds until he has you a writhing, sobbing, blubbering mess underneath him.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. Holy shit.” He grinds out between a few sharp, hard, deep, thrusts.

You’re only response is a broken whimper as you focus on chasing your high, and he feels you begin thrusting your hips back into him. He reaches one hand underneath you to rub mercilessly against your heavily swollen bud that has you screaming his name as your walls catch his throbbing member in a vice grip, the spasms causing your slick to drip down your thighs and onto the sheets as you slump down into the mattress after your orgasm.

The only thing keeping your ass in the air is his bruising grip on your waist needed to chase his own final orgasm of the night. With one last hard thrust he stills, cock twitching inside of you as his cum fills up the condom with ease.

He gently lowers your exhausted body fully onto the mattress, pulling out of you to quickly tie the condom and throw it into the trash bin that sat near the side of the bed.

As he lays down next to your already half asleep form, he maneuvers you to lay on his chest, and only grabs the sheet to pull over your bodies due to the high heat both inside and outside of the bus.

Eyes closing, he follows you into dreamland, both of you blissfully unaware of the leaking condom that lay on the bottom of the trash bin from a hole the size of a pin needle. Nor would you ever notice, until it was too late.

And thus, came your third warning.

Two blazing pink lines.

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