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cyripticchronicler · 8 months ago

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oki oki so basically a muggle bookstore au where shy!remus is a worker there, f!writer!reader just moving into town, and after a while, shes a regular and remus starts to yk, get a little crushy crush. And it’s mutual 2 so thats gud. He finally asks her on a date or sum when its been 6 months since they like talked with like flowers and chocolate and everything (AWWWWW). THEN THEN THEN, they hang out at his house and the other marauders walk in and be like, “you finally asked her out? BOUT FCKING TIME!” And then they all laugh and hang out then BOOM smut! (If you’re comfortable of course!)

sorry if its a weeee bit long, its 1AM when i saw the cry for requests so 🤷‍♀️

BYEEE! (My signature emoji is 🚐)

Whispers of the Page - Remus Lupin

Pairing: Shy!Remus Lupin x F!writer!Reader

Summary: Having recently moved, you were in dire need of more books. But the last thing you expected was to catch the owner of the bookshop's attention.

Word count: 4k+ (I went overboard)

Warnings: Smut (My first smut ever posted plz be nice) Kissing, shy Remus?? Is that a warning?

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!! You're my first request EVER so thank you I appreciate it so much! I hope I did your request justice, I tried my hardest :)

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Humming quietly, your heels click along the cobbled path. You hold your coat up above your head in a desperate attempt to keep your hair dry. Goosebumps spread over your skin, and you sigh in relief when you find the store you’ve been wanting to visit for weeks now.

Rushing into the warmly lit shop, the bell jingles when you enter. The smell of old books and candles immediately engulfs you, warming your body from head to toe and you shift so your coat is slung over your arm.

Your heeled boots are quiet against the patterned carpet, and you take a few moments to take everything in. The bookshop is covered with books, ones that look brand new and others that have been well loved, their spines cracked and pages doggy-eared. Lamps light the room, placed in every nook and corner of the cramped space.

Looking to the right, you jump slightly when you realise you’re not alone. Standing behind a covered counter stands a young man, book in hand as he reads quietly, fingers turning the page every few minutes. He’s dressed well, an old grandpa sweater tucked into a pair of brown dress pants. His brown, shabby hair shields his face, but you peek at the sight of his sharp jawline.

Wanting a proper look at him, you mutter a “Hello,” heart speeding up when he looks at you, his gentle eyes meeting yours. You didn’t expect him to be so pretty. He’s gorgeous. You knew he’d be if his jawline was any indication. His face is covered with scars, but that doesn't diminish his beauty, it adds to it. His cheeks flush when he notices you staring at him and he looks down to bookmark his book before looking up.

“Hi, welcome. Is there anything I can help you with?” His voice is warm and smooth like honey, a red flush warming his cheeks as he avoids eye contact.

You smile at his shyness, moving to a shelf at grabbing ones you find interesting. “No, thank you. I’ve just moved and I wasn’t able to bring any books with me.” You hold up your hands that are already stacked with books. “I need to stock up.”

You hear him place his book down from where you're inspecting this fantasy book, listening to his quiet steps as he walks towards you. He leans against the shelf beside you, awkwardly placing his hand on his hip before dropping it, falling to his side as he stands straight, cheeks still tinted red.

“Do you need any book recommendations?” He questions, his eyes finally coming in contact with yours. You feel a cool shiver run down your spine but you ignore it. “Yeah,” You shoot him a shy smile, “I’d love some.” It was a slight lie. Sure, you’d love more book recommendations but you definitely didn't need any to add to your long list of books to read.

He starts listing off more books, seemingly more comfortable while he wanders around the store, picking up books as he goes. “So,” He starts, “You said you’ve just recently moved?” He inspects an older-looking book before adding it to the pile.

“Yeah, I decided it was time to leave my home town and focus more on writing.”

“Writing, eh? What do you write?”

Your cheeks heat, though you will them not to, readying for the teasing to come. “I write romance books.” His eyes perk up, shooting me a small smile as he adds another book to the pile. “I love romance books. Written any that I’d know?”

I laugh, following him to the counter. “No, I haven’t published a book. Yet.”

He starts scanning the books, placing them in a brown paper bag as he does. “Well, you must tell me when you do. I want to read it.” His cheeks flush as he speaks the words, hands slightly shaking while he rings you up.

You notice the cost being cheaper than you expected and shoot him a curious look which he just whispers a quiet “Half price.” You will your cheeks not to heat, paying for the books with a barely concealed smile. You go to leave, bag in hand but stop at the exit.

“What’s your name?”

He looks up from where he’s staring blankly at his book. “Remus. You?”

You mutter your name, trying your best to not skip down the pathway, already planning your next visit to the store.

–

Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

It’s your nephew's birthday soon and he loves reading as much as you do so you’ve decided to stop by the store to pick up a present for him. Bell ringing as you enter, you notice Remus isn’t standing behind the counter like before and frown.

Warm glow guiding your path, you make your way to the young adult section, hands tracing the spines of books as you search for a specific one. Your head turns at the sound of shuffling coming towards you. Heating when you spot Remus making his way to you, a pile of books in hand while he searches for an empty spot on the shelves.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

He snaps out of his trance, shooting a bright smile your way. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He laughs breathlessly, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck before he remembers the books in his hands and hurries to catch them before they fall to the floor.

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Not on me, but I think I have a couple of copies in the back. Let me just put these books away and I’ll grab one.” You nod and follow behind him while he puts the last few books away, waiting outside the ‘staff only’ door while he goes around back and grabs the book

Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Thank you,” You grin when he hands you the book, walking to the counter while he follows. You spot a worn book on the counter and recognise it immediately. “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?”

“Re-reading,” He corrects. “It’s one of my favourite books.” He smiles, stuffing his hands in his pants pocket while he stares.

“It’s one of my favourite books too!” You exclaim, rather too enthusiastically. “It’s tied with Emma.”

He breaks the short eye contact and scans your book. “I haven’t read that yet, but I’ll add it to my list.”

You grow shy, hands fiddling with your sweater nervously. “Yeah, you could tell me what you thought about it, too.” His eyes widen adorably at your words, cheeks red as a tomato while he nods furiously.

“Y-yeah.” He hands you the book and you smile, making your way to the exit. “I’ll see you next time, Remus.”

–

‘Next time’ turned into visiting his shop fortnightly, your bank account getting lighter each time you visited the shop. Over time, through scarce conversation, you’ve learnt that Remus owns the bookshop and is the only one who works there, and that, out of his two best friends Sirius and James, he’s the only one who enjoys reading.

He’s learnt that you’re working part-time at this bakery while you work on getting your first book published and that you’ve been writing for years, but only decided to turn it into a profession recently.

It’s clear that Remus likes books, and he’s visibly more comfortable when talking about them. Instead of his quiet voice, he gets louder and waves his hands around in enthusiasm. You find it adorable and have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking him out every time.

You’re not even sure he likes you. I mean, sure, he’s all blushy and shy around you but he could act like that around everyone.

Months of talking and wandering around the bookstore have gone by, and every day you find it harder to control your infatuation with him.

And, though you admire the beautiful bookshop, you’re dying to actually go out with him.

And that’s what brings you here today, on a cloudy day, rain threatening to fall at any moment. You don’t have any books to buy, or any recommendations you want, you’re only here for one thing and one thing only; to ask Remus out.

The familiar ring of the bell greets you as you enter, your eyes instinctively searching for Remus, spotting him in the corner of the store, his sharp features highlighted by the dimly lit lamps.

He looks up from where he’s dusting a shelf, eyes lighting up as he meets yours. “Hey!” Walking over towards you, he reaches his arm out before awkwardly letting it hang by his side. Casting a look at the ‘Staff Only’ door a few feet away, his hands start fidgeting with his red patterned grandpa sweater. “I uh- I have something for you.” He mutters, suddenly shy as he avoids your eyes.

Your eyes light up, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Really? You didn’t have to get me anything.” His cheeks flush even redder if possible, and you bite your tongue to hold back a loud ‘awww.’

“It’s in the back. Let me just-” He gestures to the back door before hurriedly walking through it. Your eyebrows raise when you hear loud thumping and quiet swearing.

“Remus? Are you okay?” The sounds of crashing stop immediately and he clears his throat before responding. His voice still cracks when he shouts, “I’m coming!”

That’s what she said.

A second later he comes back out, a hand behind his back as he attempts to hide whatever crinkles behind him. You take a deep breath and feign confidence. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you too.”

He nods in acknowledgement, using his free hand to scratch awkwardly at his nose. “I-I would prefer if I talked first.”

You nod your head, offering him a reassuring smile. He smiles in return before showing me what was behind his back. You can’t stop the small gasp from passing your lips, eyes wide as you take the ‘bouquet’ of books from his stretched-out hand.

“T-” You clear your throat, “This is for me?” Cheeks hot, he nods and rubs the back of his neck. “I-I also bought you chocolates. I wasn’t sure when I was going to see you next so they’re still at home.” He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “Go out with me. Please.”

Your eyes widen an unconstrained snort escaping your nose. Cheeks flushing in embarrassment, you slap your hand against your mouth, and you watch as his head hangs in defeat.

You hurry to fix your mistake. “Wait! No, no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I laugh in a lot of situations, whether good or bad- I once laughed at a wed- That doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is that I’d love to go out with you.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

One hand still holding the bouquet, you reach your other hand out to rest on his shoulder, successfully gaining his attention as he looks up to meet your eyes.

“I do, I promise. I just found it funny because I came here today to ask you out but you- you beat me to it. I-It was just funny.” You shrug, awkwardly smiling at him.

“So…You do want to go out with me?” You nod and his eyes light up, flashing you a blinding smile. “How about my place? Sunday? I don’t think my roommates will be home.” His eyes widen. “-Not that I’m trying to get ‘lucky’ or anything.”

You nod your head enthusiastically, “Yeah! I’d love that.” Pulling out your phone, he takes it from your hand. “Just text me the address.”

Long, nimble fingers type in your phone and you attempt to distract yourself from his veiny hands. Your heart beats in excitement, mind already racing through what outfit to wear, and how you’ll style your hair.

How you’re going to get any sleep at all over the next couple of days is beyond you.

—

Knuckles against wood announce your arrival as you stand awkwardly in front of the door, comfy leggings and sweater barely protecting you against the cold, frigid air. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait long, Remus’ smiling face comes into view as he opens the door.

“Hey, come in. It’s freezing out there,” He opens the door wider and you don’t hesitate in walking into the threshold, excited to get away from the horrible weather. He shuts the door behind you, the cold wind blocked off as your body finally starts to warm up.

“Wait here,” Remus says eagerly and you nod, taking the time alone to take your shoes off and calm down your racing heart. His house seems nice, a mixture of Remus and his two roommates Sirius and James personalities peaking through the decorations.

You’re inspecting a miniature aeroplane that lays on a table beside the front door when Remus comes back, a pink heart-shaped box in his hand. He spots you looking at the plane and smiles, “James picked that out. He’s training to be a pilot right now. He loves flying.”

You nod in acknowledgement, shooting him a smile as an awkward silence fills the room. He scratches his head awkwardly before seemingly remembering the box. “Oh! T-this is for you.” He all but shoves it into your hands and you take it gratefully, carefully pulling away the heart-shaped lid to look at all the chocolates inside.

You internally aw, “Thank you! I actually got you something as well.”

He perks up, eyes widening in excitement. “Yeah?” You nod, placing the chocolates down on the table and reaching into your bag to pull it out.

His eyes are blown wide, lips slightly parted as he takes the string-bound pieces of paper from you. “No…Is this what I think it is?” He questions in shock.

“If you’re thinking that this is my first official copy of my book then yes.” He’s shell-shocked, flipping through the pages and admiring the cover. “This-this is amazing, I can’t wait to read it.”

It’s like he can’t control himself as he walks closer to you, wrapping you into his arms, the scent of tea and parchment invading your nose as you stuff your face in his neck. You wrap your arms around his waist, too focused on the way he’s holding you to acknowledge the small ‘thank you’ he whispers your way.

Pulling back a bit, you move your head out of his neck to look at him and he looks down at you with hooded eyes, almost like he’s in a daze. You reach up, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck, standing on your tippy toes as you lean forward.

He does the same, licking his plump lips. His hot breath fans your face and your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. Pulling him closer, your lips are centimetres apart-

“Well, well, what do we have here?” You jump out of his grasp in seconds, turning towards the intruder while Remus swears.

“I thought you guys would be back later.” Remus interrogates. You assume the ‘intruders’ are Sirus and James, easily being able to tell who's who from the amount of stories Remus has told you about them.

Sirius is too busy sending Remus a teasing look to respond so James steps up, “We forgot something, don’t worry, Moony. We’ll be out of your hair in no time.” James leaves to retrieve whatever they forgot while Sirius stands, still smirking at Remus.

He ignores Remus’ glare, turning to face you, “Hello! Sorry I haven't introduced myself, I’m Sirius. And you are?” He apologises though he doesn't sound sorry in the slightest.

You tell him your name, watching as he shoots a teasing smile towards Remus.

“I know you! Remus can’t shut up about you. Honestly, it’s either; ‘She looked so pretty today I almost died’ or, ‘Today's the day, I’m going to ask her out.’ Honestly, I probably know everything about you considering how much Remus talks about you.”

Remus groans quietly from beside you and you place your hand on his arm in reassurance - something Sirius doesn’t hesitate to wiggle his eyebrows at. “I’ve heard a lot about you too, it’s nice to finally put a face to a name.”

“-Yes it is.” James returns from his scavenger hunt, wallet in hand. “Hopefully now that Remus has finally asked you out he’ll stop talking about you so often. It’s always, ‘Her hair is so shiny,’ and, ‘Her eyes are brighter than the sun, they’re the light that guides my path, the sunshine to my moon-”

“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?” Remus’ dark, annoyed voice interrupts, cheeks flaming as he shoots a lethal glare their way.

James’s hands raised in surrender. “Okay then, I guess we should go before Moony over here kills us,” they walk towards the front door, cold air slicing through the warm room, “Remember to wear protection!” He screams before slamming the door shut.

Turning to face Remus, an amused look on your face, he shoves his face into his hands but winces when he realises he’s still holding your book. His muttered threats filtered through the air and you bite your lip to conceal your laughter. He shakes his head, shooting me an apologetic look. “I am so sorry-”

“Why?” You laugh, “They seem great.”

He visibly relaxes, “Really?” You nod, “Yeah. Now, what do you want to do? I have heaps of movie recommendations if you want to watch something.”

—

‘Ugh, as if!” Cher’s voice filters through the dim room, bundled in blankets, your head resting on Remus’ shoulder as you watch the movie.

Eyes straying from the screen, you turn your head slightly to look up at Remus. He feels your gaze immediately, “Yes?” He asks, shifting his body so he can see you properly.

You smile, “You’re just so pretty.” His cheeks flush red in record time, hand pulling you closer so your head rests against his chest.

Long, nimble fingers play with your hair while the other rests along your back. You’re practically on top of him now, your legs between his own, face propped up against your hands that lean against his chest.

“You’re pretty too,” He mutters, warm eyes tracing every inch of your face, filled with admiration like you were carved by Zeus himself. “Yeah? Are my eyes brighter than the sun? Do I guide your path-”

You barely noticed his small smile before his lips were on yours. Remus’ lips pressed against yours, emitting a muffled moan from your throat. His mouth takes yours in a mix of tongue and teeth, the hand that was resting against your back moving further down, resting on top of your ass.

You prop yourself up with one hand beside his shoulder the other caressing his cheek. The hand that was playing with your hair now resting on your neck, gripped hard as he pulled you in closer, tongue mixing with yours like you were his lifeline.

His lips move down your throat, the feeling in your gut enhancing as his hands move over your body, hair tickling your neck.

“Please,” You gasp when you finally move away, lips swollen and covered in spit. “Please what?” He questions teasingly, thumb reaching out to stroke your red cheeks.

“I need you,” You whisper. Your stomach somersaulted at the hard feeling of something poking your stomach. Spurred on by his reaction, you kiss him again. He doesn’t waste a second in kissing you back, calloused fingers tracing your body, the pull of his lips eagerly smiling against your own.

His mouth moved downwards, planting little kisses down your neck. Slowly, he shifts so that he’s on top of you, a mess of tangled limbs as you reach for his lips again. One of his hands slides over your hips and up your shirt.

You gasp at the feeling of his warm hands against your cold body, goosebumps trailing after his touch. The other went to your ass, palming gently through your thin leggings. Gently, your hands trailed under his shirt, his hips pressing harder against yours.

“Off,” You mumble through kisses, yanking on his shirt. He pulls away, taking his shirt off in one fluid motion before slamming his lips against your throat, wet mouth biting and sucking at your neck.

You leaned into his touch, quiet moans slipping past your parted lips as you lost yourself in pleasure. Remus’ hips shifted against you, the friction sending a jolt up your spine. Hips moving on their own, you wrap your legs around his jean-clad waist, moving your hips against him, another jolt of pleasure shooting through you.

He groans against your neck, hips meeting yours in sharp thrusts. Hands reaching behind you, he unhooks your bra and slowly drags it down your arms along with your shirt, tossing it to the side.

“You’re so beautiful,” He mutters against your soft skin, his right hand cupping your breast, his other hand sliding lower, rubbing circles against your hip. Gently, his right hand needed the flesh firmly, occasionally squeezing. Your nails dig into his bare back, scratching down the rough skin.

He started rolling your hard nipple between his fingers, your cunt clenching around nothing. Desperate for something, you rut harder against his covered lap, whining in disappointment while he chuckles.

“You want more, huh?” He asks and you nod desperately. Slowly, his hand lets go of your breast, replaced by his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. Warm hands trail down your stomach, playing with the waistband of your leggings before pulling them down completely, panties following soon afterwards.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks and you nod. “Words, sweetheart.” Pulling away, his head eyes track the way your cunt clenches around nothing, wetness running down your thighs as he laughs deviously.

“I want you so bad. Please-” You gasp when his lips land on your left thigh, biting softly as his hands need the flesh roughly. You swallow hard, focusing on the way his mouth gets closer and closer, warm lips kissing up your thigh and towards where you really want him.

The feel of his warm, pointed tongue running up the length of your cunt has your back arching against the sheets, hands reaching out to grip his hair, pulling on the strands desperately as his tongue circles your clit.

His tongue barely dips inside you before running through your slickened folds, the vibrations of his moans further spurring you on. Soft licks against your slit have your hips bucking up into his face, your head falling back against the pillows as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

Your mind goes blank at the feeling of a long, veiny finger filling you up, finger pumping into you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. He adds another finger, stretching you out. Warm breath fanning your cunt, he smirks at you, “Merlin you’re hot.”

You opened your mouth to respond when his fingers curled inside you, eyes snapping shut at the heavenly feeling. Tongue back on your clit, occasionally sucking, you felt your orgasm building up deep inside you, the weight getting heavier when he adds another finger, his moans vibrating through your body.

You were done for, loud moans filling the room, nails holding him against your cunt, thighs shaking around his shoulders as you reach your climax. He works you through it, nimble fingers dragging your orgasm out.

His fingers slip out moments later, your cunt clenching around nothing. You open your eyes to the sight of Remus slipping his slick-covered fingers in his mouth, tongue making sure to get every last bit.

Your hands reach for his pants, hurrying to unzip the denim and pull them down his thighs. “Someone’s need-fuck.” He cuts himself with a groan, head falling against your shoulder as your hands reach into his black boxers, slowly stroking his cock.

He pulls down his boxers, his hard cock springing free and you have to withhold your moan. He reaches into the bedside table to grab a condom, playing with his cock before rolling the condom on.

You lay underneath him and watch in wonderment, hands finding their way to your nipples and rolling them between your fingers. “I need you,” You whisper. His hands stop their movements from where they were kneading your thighs, eyes meeting yours. “Yeah?” You nod. “You’ve had me for months now, baby.”

His mouth is back on yours, tongue tracing your lips as he lowers, one hand by your neck, the other holding your thigh up and against his waist. IMpatinelty, one of your hands move downwards to his cock, lining it up against your soaked entrance. He laughs, “Patience, baby.”

He rubs his tip along your slit before thrusting inside you with a groan, your back arching up, nipples grazing his chest as you moan in pleasure.

With one more roll of his hips, he’s fully inside you, chest pressed up against your own as he starts trailing deep kisses down your throat. Your hands fly up, nails clawing at his neck, pulling him closer when he starts moving.

His hips thrust in slow, fluid motions. Reviling in the low groans coming from the man above you. Forcing your eyes to open, you look down to where your bodies connect, cunt clenching around nothing causing Remus to let out a loud moan.

Nails raking over his skin, you pull him in for a kiss, hot bodies moving in sync as he fucks you deeply. One of your hands trails downwards, towards his stomach and you feel his muscles contract in pleasure.

Mouth open, you moaned in pleasure when he brought your other leg up to wrap around his waist, his cock even deeper than before. The sight of his eyebrows pulled together, beads of sweat dripping down your neck as you close, head falling back against the pillow, needy whines leaving your lips as one of his hands finds your clit, rubbing it aggressively.

“You’re such a good girl. Taking my cock so well,” He grunted against your sweaty skin.

You moaned, hips moving faster against his own as you felt your orgasm building up, nails digging into his shoulders. “Your body is perfect. Like it was made for me,” He slurs, hips slamming hard into you, his loud groans mixed with your moans filling the air, toes curling in pleasure.

“Please, I- gonna cum-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan, his hips thrusting into you with incredible speed as you come, thighs shaking around his waist, breaths coming in short pants.

His head falls against your shoulder, thrusts becoming sloppy as he pumps into you, greedily chasing his own high, moans growing louder and louder. One hand reaching up and into his hair, you gently pull the sweat-soaked strands, “Cum,” You whisper into his ear.

“Fuck,” He whispers before coming inside of you, hips abruptly stopping as his mouth falls open against your warm skin. Goosebumps pebble your skin as he gently pulls out of you a moment later, hands rubbing your body as he places kisses against your skin. You can’t control your smile as you watch him dispose of the condom before laying back down beside you on the bed.

You turn your body to face him, eyes tracing his face. You watch his cheeks flush and can’t withhold a laugh. “What?” He asks, hands running through your hair.

“You just fucked the living daylights out of me and still blush when I look at you,” You respond teasingly, resting your head against his bare chest. He places a kiss on your forehead, looking at you like you hung the moon.

“You make me nervous,” He admits truthfully and your heart speeds up.

“You make me nervous, too.” You whisper.

He looks down, his warm breath fanning your cheek. “Does this mean we can go on a second date?” You laugh, slapping his chest playfully, “Fuck off.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” He responds smugly, your heart speeding up at the prospect of going on another date with him.

“It is a yes.”

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archangeldyke-all · 11 months ago

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could you do reader taking care of sevika when she's on her period? i bet she would try to be so tough about it but i would just wanna baby her ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh <33 thank u

poor baby sevika :(( it's crazy, u guys always send me period asks when i'm on mine!

men and minors dni

when you first get together, sevika never talks about her period.

she just grits her teeth and bears it, ignoring the aching in her abdomen and lower back, the headaches that plague her for a week, her rapidly changing emotions and cravings.

she doesn't even tell you, only letting on when you're trying to get in her pants, pushing you away with a smirk and a "sorry babe, it's my time of the month."

you gawk at her. she blinks. "wh-- sev, you're on your period?" you ask. sevika nods. "but i just made you build a bookshelf!" you say. sevika blinks again.

"...so?" she asks. you huff.

"so! so you should be relaxing! i should be pampering you! what are you doing? go get in bed!" you demand. sevika chuckles and kisses your forehead.

"you're cute." she says.

she doesn't let you pamper her. she doesn't even let you give her a lower back massage. she insists she's fine-- she's had hundreds of periods in her lifetime, and she's survived all of them. she doesn't need to be pampered.

but you don't give up. you put it in your calendar, tracking it to the best of your ability so that when the next month rolls around, you're ready.

you start subtly. you know that it takes time for sevika to warm up to affection and care, and you're willing to give her all the time in the world. that doesn't mean you'll stop trying, though.

the next month, you're sure to keep her properly medicated. in the morning, you hand her two painkillers before she leaves from work. she frowns at them..

"what're these?" she asks. you shrug.

"for your cramps." you say simply. sevika blinks.

"...how'd you know?" she asks. you shrug.

"i didn't... just a lucky guess."

"you've been tracking my cycle?" she asks with a disbeliving look. you giggle and kiss her cheek.

"well, duh. gotta take care of you." you say.

she takes the pills and storms out of the apartment. (she only storms because she's flustered. when the door slams behind her, sevika struggles to keep a smile from growing on her lips at your consideration."

this becomes a habit. you force feed her two painkillers in the morning, two when she gets home, and two before bed. she always rolls her eyes. (but inside, she's squealing like a little girl and jumping up and down.)

she doesn't admit it to you, but her cramps are nearly unnoticeable once you come into her life.

the next month, you kick it up a notch.

as she's laying in bed, waiting for you to join her so you can sleep, you run to the kitchen to throw a heating pad in the microwave. sevika doesn't suspect a thing until you come sauntering into the bedroom with the pad behind your back and a smirk on your face.

"what?" she asks with a glare, knowing you're up to no good. you laugh as you crawl in bed beside her, sneakily sliding the heating pad over her lower stomach beneath the covers. she jumps, then sighs, melting into the sheets below her. you smile and kiss her forehead.

"feel good?" you ask. sevika hums.

"yeah." she admits. you grin, and then kiss her again, before flicking the lamp off and pulling her against you.

you add the nightly heat pad to your little pampering routine.

the next month, you start figuring out sevika's cravings. now that you're living together, you get a good look into her eating habits and routines. you notice a few days before she's due for her first day of her period, that she's been reaching for sour candies and spicy chips more and more frequently.

so, on your walk home the next day, you stop at a convenience store to pick up a family sized bag of hot fries and several sour candies. you don't make a big deal about it, knowing sevika will try to deny the kindness, you just store the snacks in the cupboards and leave them there for her to find.

the next month, she finally asks you for a little back massage, admitting to you that it's been killing her this month.

you agree eagerly, straddling her legs and gently working some lavender oil into her lower back, becoming nearly as relaxed as sevika is beneath you as you watch the tension in her body melt away.

she ends up falling asleep beneath you, so you decide to give her a lower back massage each night before you place her hot pad on her skin. she's always out like a light by the time you're done, snoring and drooling into her pillow. she's adorable.

sevika stops smacking you away when you sneak your hands under her shirt to let the heat of your hands soothe her bloated lower stomach. instead, she starts leaning against your chest, sighing and grabbing your wrist in thanks.

she starts talking to you more, letting her complaints out to you. she'll come home pouting and complaining of a headache, and you'll pout right back at her, before giving her a gentle neck massage and pulling her onto your tits for a nap.

sometimes, she'll break out on her period, and she admits to you that it bothers her. so you gently paint her face with your favorite hormonal acne mud mask and put her in the bath, handing her a tall glass of whiskey and kissing her sweetly before letting her relax in the candle lit bathroom.

eventually, you guys end up syncing your cycles. you take turns taking care of each other, sevika handing you pills while you hand her a bowl of chips, wrestling to be the first to give the other a lower back massage, soaking in the bath together. sevika doesn't hide her pain and discomfort from you anymore, knowing that you won't think she's any weaker for it, knowing that you'll do anything you can to help relieve her of it.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

#speaking of periods i'm starting to get mine right now and i've got a pretty nasty headache so i think this is the last request ill do tonit #but i'll be back tomorrow :) i've got so many fun requests in my inbox rn that i'm so excited to get to!#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

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crazystargirl · 1 year ago

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Hiii, i'm so glad that you are feeling better!

Idk if you write for him or not, but if you do, can you do an ethan x reader fic? Where yn finds out the ethan is ghostface and confronts him and he gets ashamed and apologizes but when she tries to comfort him quinn andofficer bailey show up. quinn stabs yn as officer bailey explains that she was a liability as ethan sobs on the floor. oh and i want yn to die lol

you can add more if you'd like, i'm requesting this at three in the morning and my hand is beginning to cramp so that is all i will be asking for.

i love your writing so much! i'm sorry about the toxic relationships, i'm glad you're doing better now!

too bad

pairing ! - ethan landry x fem!reader

word count ! - 0.6k

a/n ! - OMFG MY EYES LEGIT POPPED OUT WHILE READING THE REQUEST HELP 😭 ive only written angst once before so this might be the shittiest thing ever

your whole world was current crashing down

it started on wednesday night, you went to your boyfriend's house after a long day of classes only to find him fucking dead

literally he was on the bed, throat slashed and bleeding out all over the comforter

you stared at the scene in horror and then noticed something on the ground

it was a small pocket knife and it was the exact same one your best friend ethan had always showed you

so after a few days, once the whole news that your boyfriend was murdered, you went over to ethan's house

you were now here in ethan's bedroom and ethan sure as hell knew something was up

"y/n/n what's wrong?" ethan said, confused but continued stroking your hair as you laid on his bed, throwing a pillow up and catching it over and over again

you sit up looking him straight in the eye but when you spoke your voice was somewhat shaky

"ethan…i found your pocket knife at my boyfriend's house…the same night he was murdered" you say, holding out his pocket knife

"shit that's nothing" ethan says trying to grab it from you but you put it back in your pocket

ethan sighed and sat back down and took your hands in his

"look y/n i didnt want you to find out like this but im one of the ghostfaces" ethan says, unable to look you in the eye

you're shocked but probably not as much as you should've been, this has all happened to you before when you found out amber was ghostface

unknown to you and ethan, quinn had snuck into the room, positioned behind you before stabbing you right in neck, then under the rib, then in the feet so you were unable to run, not like you'd be able to anyway

you screamed out in pain at every stab as ethan desperately tried to get you away from quinn and clutching you, quietly sobbing as he saw the light that he had once adored leave your eyes

"what the fuck did you do that for?!" ethan yells at quinn, still clutching your limp body

"i didn't much care for her to be honest, she seemed like she was just there since you looked so pathetic" quinn said, flipping the knife

"for fucks sake ethan you were desperately pinning for her while she had a boyfriend so i took care of her for you!" quinn says gleefully

ethan turned to the door as his father came in taking one look at ethan clutching you and just scoffed

"she was a liability ethan, she was bound to end up dead at some point. not only that but she distracted every damn time" wayne said as he walked over to quinn

"plus don't get mad at quinn, i asked her to kill y/n since i knew you wouldn't have the strength to and if we plotted her death with you around you would've flipped out"

ethan sat there, still holding you and even holding his hands over your ears as if he could stop you from hearing anything his dad was saying

"get out…get the fuck out of room both of you!" ethan yelled at his sister and dad

quinn scoffed and wayne came over to ethan's bed to take y/n's corpse but ethan gave him such a cold stare that he left the room with quinn

"what the actual fuck is wrong with them" ethan muttered into your head, stroking your hair as if that mightve brought you back but in the end he knew he'd have to bury you at some point

too bad wayne and quinn didn't know ethan was going to anything to make sure they paid for killing his y/n

taglist ! - @xyzstar, @gwenlore, @dizscreams, @kaesworldxx, @urmomcomsiimiamour, @nonniesworld, @chemtr4ilz, @abodyhasbeenfound, @phsychobanana

lmk if you want to be added/removed !

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#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry angst #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #jack champion fluff #jack champion x y/n #jack champion angst

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pbandjesse · 7 months ago

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It was so freaking nice to sleep in my own bed last night. Even if it was a bit warm.

We would get home last night around 1030. I scared James by walking away from the car to throw something away and they thought I disappeared. Sorry to scare you!!

We got eveything inside. And I was just so happy to see Sweetp. I held him for a long time and he seemed so pleased that I was there. He didnt seem mad at all which was good. I hope Callie had told him we would be back and that's why he wasn't mad. He's a good boy.

We would get a lot of stuff but away. I made a pile of things that we bought so I could deal with it in the morning. James would sort the laundry and we would get showers. And then after setting up some fans to try and get the heat out of the bedroom we would go to sleep.

I would stay up a little longer to pluck at my face and do some extra moisturizing. And would sleep really well.

I did wake up in the middle of the night with a really horrible cramp in my stomach. I sat with sweetp for a bit. He pawed softly at my face and made me feel really loved.

But I was a little distressed. I would spend a lot of today nauseous. Just not feeling good. A lot of time running to the bathroom because I thought I was going to be sick.

I would fall back asleep and would sleep in until the sun got to hot on my face around 9. I am going to have to add another curtain to the window next to my head.

When I woke up I had some texts from James. They had gone to do laundry. But I had slept late enough that they got home a couple minutes after I read the texts. I was so happy to see them. I really hope we can get our own washer/dryer soon so they can stop having to do it at the laundry mat and let it be a chill chore again.

We would have a nice day despite how nauseous I felt. I would get cleaned up and felt kind of ugly. Which is super annoying because I felt so pretty all week. But James kept telling me how pretty I was so that helped. I tried to be positive. I liked my outfit. I liked my new flip flops. I just didn't feel amazing.

I spent a good hour sorting out souvenirs and putting away some more stuff that we didn't get to yesterday. I made little piles for our parents and Jess and Callie. Put away the things I got for us. I do wish I had gotten more of the money, specifically I wanted a coin, but that's okay.

We would run out to do errands next. The plan was brunch, return James's tux, buy sandals for James, buy an air conditioner, and get groceries. And I think we did a great job.

We started with brunch. While we were walking through the parking lot we were stopped outside of the diner by an older man who told us we were so sweet holding hands and that he doesn't see that enough and he was just so nice. And it was just so comforting to continue to have other people see how much we love each other. It feels good.

Brunch was good. They even gave me a soda to go. Something I have never asked for before but I am glad I did. The soda did help my stomach a little. But man. I was still struggling. The food was good. The company was better. We would make a grocery list and a list for what we are having for our party this weekend. Felt very productive.

The nice old man commented again about loving to see us in love and he just made my day. I hope he also had a great day.

We would walk around five below. I got some new nail files and some candy. We also got a discount candle that I'm going to leave in the car so it can be like a wax melt this summer and make the car smell nice. And I got another long black dress. They finally had extended sizes! They seemed to only ever have s/m/l but I found an XL and an XXL so I was very pleased.

We would get back in the car and continued on our errands. Next stop: tux drop off.

I felt very unwell. The rocking of the car made me feel miserable. I would wait for James in the car and it didn't take long for them to return the tux so we could continue on pretty fast.

We went to Lowe's next. Where I immediately had to run to the bathroom and be sick. Cool cool cool. I would be okay for a few hours after that but it was distressing and I told James I think it may have been a bad idea for me to leave the house today.

But we were already out so let's finish what we started. We would ask where the AC units were and for some reason they are in the garden center. Alrighty. I decided I wanted a portable one. I know that they are more expensive but I think they are better. Plus they don't block the whole window.

So we chose the cheapest portable one. James would go get a cart and I waited with the box. When they got back we also picked up some gardening stuff. James wanted to move the plants outside today and repot some of them.

We paid and headed next door to get groceries. I was not having a great time. But we did a good job and stuck to the list. I got a drink with electrolytes. And we got stuff to make a charcuterie board this weekend. And things for lunches and dinner this week.

When we went to pay the cashier was super chatty. She asked us who our childhood crushes were. James's were Tiny Fey and Hilary Duff. Mine were all of Hanson and Gerard Way. We had a very silly conversation while she scanned everything. It was just a silly and fun interaction. And me and James would continue the discussion in the car. How when I was an elementary student me and Joanna would argue over who "got to" have a crush on a celebrity based on how many pictures cut out from magazines you had on your wall. So silly.

We made one last stop to get James sandals. They wanted tevas. Something waterproof. And thankfully the famous footwear only had two color ways and so it was super easy to decide. We were in and out in under ten minutes. But then after we paid and got to the car James realized they lost their keys?? I had mine so I sat in the car and waited for them to go back in the store to find them. They were on the Teva display. Oops.

We went home after that. Got eveything inside and James brought up the AC to our bedroom. I would cut open the box and James would take it out and set up the window tube while I collected the packaging and set up the remote it came with. And it didn't take long at all to get it ready and honestly it's great. I like that it seems to actually cool down the whole room and doesn't need to be directional like the window units always seem to be. And it's not to loud. A nice hum.

Because it needs to be in front of the window I decided to move my desk to the little corner next to the closet. Which when I moved the bed the other week that was one of the spots I tried the desk. So I already knew I liked it over there so this all worked out.

I would lay down to watch videos and just try and not feel so bad. But I would not improve. If anything I was getting worse. Getting sick more often. James came and laid with me for a bit. They had gone outside to repot the plants. But when they were done they came and cuddled with me.

They would run out to get us chipotle. They got themselves tacos to bring to the baseball game tonight. And got me a bowl that I could made into two meals. And it was very good.

When they brought it to me they put it in a nice bowl and brought me chips and a drink and I felt very loved and cared about. Sweetp had been laying on me and had briefly left but was back again. He keeps petting me with his little paws which is so cute.

James would leave for the game and I was enjoying my food but then had to run to the bathroom to be sick again. I made the decision that this is stupid and I cannot safely go to work tomorrow to lead a field trip. I really wanted to go to camp and be in nature but this didn't feel like I could do it safely and comfortably. So I would text Alexi and Elizabeth so that they could figure out coverage. And went to package up my leftover food. And laid down.

I would spend some time resting but would get up to tidy up downstairs. I went outside to look at James's plants but would move some stuff around so it wasn't so cluttered. I brought out some other plastic boxes to organize everything. James has gotten a lot of dirt on the ground so I swept that with our stupid short broom.

I would also come upstairs to hang some stuff on the wall. But mostly I just want to lay in bed. I would go and move some little things in James's room. Hung up another little quilt in the guest room. Just enjoyed being alone in the house.

James just texted me that the birds won. Very happy for them. They will be home soon. I am feeling kind of nauseous again. I think I will take a cool bath and try and get cozy. I am super excited for this ac. I think I would feel a lot worse if I had to deal with being hot on top of everything else.

I have the day off tomorrow now. I am very much hoping I will just be feeling fine and can just enjoy being home. I may go out but I plan on just trying my best to stay hydrated and be well enough for work on Thursday.

I hope you are all doing good. It is so nice to be home. I love you all. Goodnight!

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umbravirtus · 3 months ago

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Hans was a little disappointed at her choice in clothing as he himself was only wearing a robe and briefs. But he did set out all the options and she chose. At her comment though he burst out laughing, hard.

"Make love to you so fiercely that you forget about all your literary boyfriends, no pressure, right?" He laughs some more and comes to her, takes her hand "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh it's just, that something in it strikes me funny." Hans guides her to him, so they're as close as they were when they were swaying side to side hours later.

He kisses her earlobe, just a peck, and then says "Sex and lovemaking are nothing like the books or tales" He starts "It can be messy, funny, you can get cramps, toots escape." he gets the most awkward parts out of sex out "But it can also make you feel things you never thought were possible, I just want you to know I have no expectations for you tonight other than you enjoy yourself, you let me know what you like and what you don't and I want you to know that no matter how far we make it into this first time or the 100th, every time you say no, I will love you and respect you and stop -- I know you have probably been told that you have to agree every time or let me do my thing that you're obligated but you aren't" He looks into her eyes "I love you and I listen to you every single time." He smiles, then adds.

"But being better than Mr. Darcy, Heathcliff, Dantès, Count Vronsky and the like, that bar may be too high" he jokes with her.

Anna chose the long sleeves and pants, favoring a final moment of modesty between them as they entered this sacred union. She opened the door to his bedroom, her feet stepping on soft petals. She smiled, "You spared no flower ...I love it!" It was like walking on a magic flower carpet as she walked to the bed and stood before him. She felt herself tremble now and then. Anticipation high.

"Today has been ...amazing but this night is what I've dreamed of the most. I've read about what it's supposed to be like and I know they're just fantastical exaggerations ..." she swallows. "I'm not expecting you to make love to me so fiercely that I forget about every book man I've ever known."

#sovereignofarendelle #ℋ » Love is an open door. (C: Hans)#ℋ » Crazy Trust Exercise #ℋ » We finish each other’s…(Hansanna)#✎ Listo (Notion)

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etherealyoungk · 3 years ago

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when it's that time of month - seungcheol

warnings: none, only fluff.

wrote this to comfort myself cause i was feeling like shit all day and it's my time of month and im so emo right now, but enjoy reading :)

these last few days i've been feeling off. i've been feeling weird, cranky, impatient, craving more sweet stuff and just feeling more tired than usual, not the mention the throbbing headache i had last night, which didn't let me sleep properly. and today i woke up feeling extra weird and just off. halfway through the day i got my answer - my periods. of course, no wonder i was feeling like so bad and off.

i change into something else and groan as i can feel the cramps setting in. i head to the kitchen to make myself a hot water bottle. i put the water on the stove and closed my eyes, trying to center myself letting out a sigh.

"hey babe, you okay?", seungcheol, my boyfriend asks. concern flashes in his eyes as he looks at me.

i sigh even harder. "periods", i say and he immediately understands, his gaze softening.

i grip the countertop as another cramp sets in, wincing in pain and he immediately comes to my side, noticing my discomfort and pain.

"hey, it's okay, i'm here", he says trying to look at me but my eyes are closed as i try to bear with the pain.

"you go rest, I'll get the hot water pack for you", he says softly and he guides me to the bedroom.

he goes back to the kitchen and i close my eyes, burying my face in my palms. he comes back a few minutes later and he gently places the hot water bottle on my stomach and i give him a grateful smile. i feel so drained and feel like shit.

"you look really tired", he says as he takes a seat next to me, taking my hand in his, the warmth from his hand a reassuring comfort.

"i feel like shit", I say and he pouts.

"do you wanna sleep?", he asks.

i nod saying no.

"you want anything else? coffee? tea? chocolate? snacks? you name it and i'll get it for you, love", he says sweetly. i smile softly.

"maybe some coffee?", i say and he gets up, going to make some for me. he comes back with a cup of coffee and gives me a kiss on the forehead, saying he has to attend a zoom meeting for the next two hours and that i shouldn't move from the bed and should rest. i nod and he ruffles my hair sweetly before going.

it's been almost two hours and seungcheol is still in the meeting and im feeling hungry so i get up and slowly waddle to the kitchen, my cramps are still there but subtle enough that i can walk around a bit. as i am craving something sweet, i open the fridge, my eyes landing on the peanut butter. i grab it and some bread hungrily. but as im trying to open the jar, i struggle as the lid is screwed on too tight. it won't open. i try for another minute but no luck and i swear im this close to losing it. blame my hormones but i got so impatient and mad that it wasn't opening i started tearing up in frustration and just then i hear seungcheol call out for me.

"baby where are you? i told you to rest why -", he stops what he's saying as he sees me, my hands holding the jar of peanut butter that's not opening and my frown.

"this damn jar won't open", i grumble to him, pouting as i hold it out for him to open. i see him trying to stifle a laugh and smile, but the dimple in his cheek doesn't lie. he finds this situation a tad bit amusing. he takes the jar and places it on the counter after opening it and then i can't take it anymore so i crash into his arms. he instantly wraps his hands around me and i bury my face in his chest, suddenly feeling embarrassed that i got upset over such a small thing.

"stupid jar", i say, hitting his chest lightly and he lets out a soft chuckle.

i look up at him and his hand cradles my neck and cheek gently and i find myself leaning into it.

i finally make my sandwich and eat with some more coffee. then i head back to the bedroom to rest.

"anything else you need?" he asks. "i don't want you breaking the house" he adds and i give him a glare.

"sorry sorry but that situation was kinda funny," he says and i reach out to whack him again but he dodges, laughing.

"i want you", i say and it catches him off guard and he stops laughing. but then he smiles, the dimple on his appearing as he smiles making him look adorable.

"don't go, stay with me", i say pouting and he can't say no so he comes under the blankets next to me, scooping me gently in his arms as he pulls me closer to him.

i lean into him and he intertwines his hand in mine.

"i still feel like shit", I say.

"i know what will make you feel better", he says and turns his head.

"i'm glad", he replies, placing another soft kiss on my temple.

i turn to look at him and he leans forward, locking our lips in a gentle kiss, his hands loosely and gently wrapped around my waist. i sighed, letting my tiredness go in his warmth, letting him kiss me until he pulls back with a goofy dimple smile on his face.

i couldn't help but smile too.

"i do feel better", I said and he placed a small kiss on my cheek too.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeenimagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol imagines #scoups #scoups fluff #scoups scenarios #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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yourlocalsmutwriter · 3 years ago

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JJK headcanons - They catch you having me time

note; aged up characters, nsfw

Yuuji Itadori

You had to go and undergo training in Kyoto for a few months and Yuuji gave you his hoodie as a keepsake

You only wore it on the train there and on special ocassions, because it still had Yuuji's scent on it

The smell was practically making you drowsy, reminding you of all the times he was near you, or cuddling you during a movie night

The idea came to you the second time you wore it, while you were talking to Yuuji on the phone

After he hung up, you folded the hoodie carefully and you were ready to gently put it back in your closet, when the scent hit you

That mixed with the excitement of talking to your friend and long time crush gave you a very perverse thought and you acted quickly upon it

Laying out the hoodie on your pillow, you burried your face in it and your fingers between your legs

You were on your hands and knees, as if you were on top on him, rubbing your clit and letting out laboured breaths

In your focus, you couldn't cover up fast enough when the door opened

Nor could you offer up any kind of explanation to your surprise guest Yuuji as to why you were masturbating with his hoodie

Seemingly, he was just as surprised, because the first thing he said was ''I see you're enjoying your gift''

''I wasn't, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry'' you said, dying of embarasement, crossing your legs to stop your arousal

Noticing that, Yuuji replied ''I can help with that, if you want''

''Yes, please'' was all he needed to walk over you and trail his finger alongside your wetness, slowly putting it inside you

Soon he sets a pace and watches you drool against the pillow

Arching your hips to meet him, you are almost undone,the only sounds in the room being moans and your wetness

That's when he adds a second finger and quickens the pace a bit watching you clench and cum against him

10/ 10 trip, would visit again

Nobara Kugisaki

You were trying to get off for nearly an hour now, and your hand was cramping up,while your clit was still throbbing painfully, so you stopped to think

You needed something more, something inside of you

You were mentally cursing yourself for being too shy to just order a dildo online

That's when your eyes landed on the fancy detangling brush your roommate Nobara gave you, when she saw you used a 100 yen comb on your hair

It had a long and thick sturdy base and you had seen the posts about people using hairbrushes, so you decided to give it a try

To be safe you opened the condoms you got a few years back as a gag gift it was awkward to explain that even if you were solely attracted to women, they can still get a use

After rolling it on, you slid the hairbrush down and slowly inched it inside you

The feeling was amazing, to have your walls clenching around something so big, slowly opening yourself up to more, making you close your eyes

''That's really not how you use that'' Nobara said, startling you

''How did you get in?'' you asked flabergasted

''Your door was open,so I wanted to warn you but it seems like you're in the middle of something''

Embarassed you took out the hairbrush, the wet plop sound it made was enough to make you never wanna speak to your roommate again

She was still at the door, eyes fixed on your wet, glistening cunt ''Don't stop on my account. In fact, wanna let me join''

''What should I do?'' you asked

''First, slowly put it back inside you. Then, well follow my lead'' Nobara said, as she shimmied out of her skirt and panties

She paused for a moment to see your face just as you were starting to fuck yourself and then stradled you, her pussy on your face and her tongue on your clit

''Greedy'' was the last thing she said before licking your sensitive part, while you were still moving the brush to hit that spot inside of you

You were savouring her taste, as she was making you come

Even after you had your much needed orgasm, she didn't pull away, making sure you had another one by the time you got her off

Do you want your brush back or should I keep it?

Nanami Kento

You had commited the worst sin an intern could make after probably bankrupting the company- you had fallen for your supervisor

How could they assign the young attractive, dilfy, employee to the fresh intern, this was straight out of an adult romance book

Repressing your feelings only went so far and you could no longer ignore your urges for the older man

So, late at night, you began touching yourself to the only photo of you him you could find - the one from your messaging app

You trained your eyes on the little circle above the texts to fix the spreadsheets and trailed your hands over your body

Pinching your nipples, squeezing and kneading your breasts, touching your clit, curling a finger inside of yourself

All that made you moan, a mix of sir and Nanami, untill you heard a yes follow the latter

It was unmistakable, your supervisor's voice was coming out of the receiver, the call time reading a few minutes already

You were probably going to get called into HR tomorrow, so why not have a little fun tonight

You continued thrusting your fingers inside of you, saying ''Sir, can you hear how wet I am for you?''

''I wish I could have one of your pens, so it's like you touching me. I wanna know what you want right now.''

After describing unspeakable things about his tie and his desk, Nanami could hear you cum, prompting him to pump his cock faster and doing the same

It was safe to say that you were not fired the next day, nor the day after your mentor fullfilled his promises to you.

#jujutsu kaisen #yuuji itadori #itadori yūji #yuuji x reader #yuuji smut #nanami headcanons #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jjk headcanons #smut headcanons #jjk hcs #smut hcs #kugisaki x you #kugisaki x reader #nobara x you #nobara x reader #nobara smut

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hvrtbroken · 1 month ago

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NICO IS GLAD FOR THE DISTANCE . inside that cramped living room there was an abundance of static electricity . he'd always felt something vaguely alike it when he was around star , but tonight it feels dangerous yet SOLID . it feels like turning over a blank page and starting afresh . he exhales , softly , standing over the kitchen faucet , running the water for a few seconds ( making sure it's clean and filtered ) before filling up a cup for her . when nico returns ( that is , turns around , because the apartment is SMALL ) , he can really see it in the way that star must . claustrophobic and messy , with cracked walls , peeling paint , lights dim or stuttering . THERE'S ANOTHER POLICE SIREN , which is something nico is well adjusted to but through HER eyes and HER ears . . it all seems like a lot .

" here . " he offers , placing the glass down beside her , before clearing his throat and moving some of the clutter on the table away from her . " sorry again . . . about the mess . " IT'S SILLY to apologise about such a thing when it's so clearly not on her mind . nico never thought he'd have star in a time or space that wasn't STRICTLY work . he doesn't know what to do with his hands . he wants to touch her cheeks again . he wants to lean closer to her . he wants to do a lot of things . instead, he picks up his beer and takes a long draw from it . it immediately warms him , pooling all the way down to the pit of his belly ( or maybe that's just star being so CLOSE to him ) . " i like you too . " nico's words are said so delicately that he almost wonders if he was a coward and DIDN'T say them out loud to her . he wants to laugh at himself . ' i like you ' is such a small way to describe how he feels about star . he takes another long sip , yet lets the scent of her infiltrate his nose . he closes his eyes , mouth still on the lip of the bottle , but he doesn't drink again . " star . . . this is my job . " he feels he has to remind her , or remind himself . or both . " and this is my apartment . " nico adds , sweeping an arm around awkwardly . he has to hunch to ensure he doesn't hit his OWN HEAD on the doorframe to his bedroom . it's all SO MUCH and he has so LITTLE to give her , when really he wants to her so so so much more .

NICO EXHALES , before sitting down next to her . his knee grazes against hers and he tries not to focus on the fact that her knee is BARE . just skin , so close to touching his . he chances a quick glance at her , before looking in front of him , at his television running on mute , screen half static . " everytime i'm with you - " he stops . clears his throat . he looks down at his hands holding the beer bottle when they should be holding her . " i want to kiss you . " MORE THAN KISS YOU . devour you . swallow you whole . drink from you , while on his knees , begging for more . she is a god that he'd happily pray to . " BUT THIS COULD REALLY FUCK THINGS UP . " nico is aware that he's a seesaw , moving up and down , negative to positive , light to dark . he can't help it . this is how his brain works - he does not know any other way to be . " . . . i could really fuck YOU up . " nico's voice dries at that , because it's his biggest fear , worry , concern , all tied together with a wonky little bow over it . he shifts his weight on the dilapidated couch , so he can half - face her . HE NEEDS HER TO UNDERSTAND what he cannot put into words . he needs her to see what this ( his ) life is and why SHE matters and that's why it's all so holy . " do you . . . get what i'm saying ? " they're from two completely different worlds . they weren't meant to collide in the way that they did .

star's a preparer. usually, she'd take in every angle and be ready for anything. sure, she'd focus on the most likely, but still give some thought towards other possibilities, even if just to imagine the outcomes. this, however? she'd tunnel visioned into this, sure he'd reject her. sure he would never feel the same way. there was no other explanation after that night, the night she understood her own crush. but then nico steps closer and her eyes widen even more. nothing could have prepared her for this. she nearly, so very nearly instinctively steps back in time with him, parts of her brain anxious that he's mad for some reason. that her feelings were going to be met with disgust. but she stands still, a frozen statue, rigid and unmoving.

and then just as quickly, she melts. because his hand cups her face, and the warmth she'd been craving, needing for the past few weeks returns in that moment. all at once, the floor returns from under her but the world around them disappears ( and she's pissed at herself because how the fuck is she supposed to get over him when something like this gets her? ) her eyes widen, somehow larger than before, blinking up at nico in a type of silent shock. one of the tears that had been pooling in her eye falls to the side when he asks: why would i reject you? what? "because . . . i-" her voice is small, impossibly so and the words don't seem to come out. you said professional. you don't want me this way, right? replies jumble up into words into incoherent jabber in her head because slowly, she can comprehend is the warmth of him and she remembers how greedy she can get when it comes to nico.

"o . . . okay." what's there to talk about? the still coherent part of her snaps, but the majority of her is still struggling to compute what's happening that she nods dumbly. ( misses his touch immediately when he pulls away. ) star's a bit shellshocked, in all honestly, mind loud with static. moves over to his couch, but can't stop looking at him, afraid something might happen, that he'd disappear. maybe even realize he's saying the wrong things. when she sits down on the comfortable cushions, she's immediately covered in his scent, something she doesn't comprehend until right then that she wants all over her.

why would i reject you? his words echo in her brain again and again, along with the image of him so close to her face. doesn't want to keep her hopes up still, even if the implications of those words tell her otherwise. feels her heartbeat pick up in pace so quickly that it's worrying.

#IN REVERSEKJN KDN STOP UR SO FUNNY #c: star #nico tbd #nico : how on earth doesshe think i dont like her #also nico constantly : :| no . ok . :| ok . no . goodbye.

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mariana-oconnor · 3 years ago

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Hi! Would you consider giving us a director's commentary on Silhouette? It's one of my favorite comfort fics.

Thanks! I'm glad you like it.

Silhouette was my first Winterhawk fic. Yes, that's right. Yes, it is also my longest Winterhawk fic. Yes, it was written for a Big Bang. (I know it's not the first WH fic chronologically on my AO3 profile, but that's because I took a year to actually finish posting it...🙂🙂🙂)

Weirdly, it took me a year to finish posting it, but I wrote the majority of it in... 3 weeks? 2 weeks? 2.5 weeks? Yes. I know. Believe me I know. I also wrote most of it out longhand in notebooks. I essentially only wrote Silhouette for two weeks straight. I'd write at my desk in work. I'd write on the bus. I'd write on the train. I'd come home and I would write for the entire evening. No internet, no TV, just writing. It was the most intense writing experience of my life. I had to switch to writing with my left hand because I messed my right hand up so bad. In fact, I had to switch to doing pretty much everything with my left hand for a couple of days because my right hand was that bad. Then my left hand started cramping and I just kept swapping between them. Luckily, I had spent a lot of time teaching myself to write with my left hand in my misspent youth where I was convinced that I was essentially going to become Natasha Romanov because it seemed like a useful skill, so while I'm not as fast or as legible with my left hand, it's doable.

It was also the hottest two weeks I can remember. I usually write in my room, but I was dying of heat, so I hid in the dining room, which is the coolest room in the house, and wrote in there, sticking to the leather of the bouncy ikea chair.

But that's not really what we're here to talk about. Sorry, I find I tend to ramble in these.

At the time I wrote Silhouette, I had just essentially mainlined all of Sara Holmes' Winterhawk fic (she was in the process of writing The Other Man Out of Time as I recall. I actually went on a winterhawk writer chat in the middle of writing it and promptly got intimidated that everyone knew more about comics than me and ran away and never went back...shh) Before that I had been pretty much nonexistent in fandom for four years? And I found myself just really wanting to write a spy thriller romance fic for these two characters that I had originally loved separately and sort of fell into shipping because I just wanted more fic of both of them and why not both of them together?

The title came first with this one, although there was an alternate title of "Keep your back to your wall and your eyes on the door". Idk. It had a nice flow to it.

It's been so long now, that I can't remember a lot about my process for coming up with it, but there are some things I recall:

There was a scene I was planning on putting into Silhouette, that actually ended up in Sing Me That Old Song Again. Specifically the postcard scene in the cafe. I was going to have Clint 'run into' Bucky in a cafe after Bucky knew who he was, and write postcards, while they have an awkward conversation about how Bucky can't do anything about it right now. But then that didn't fit with what I had. So I used it for the next year's reverse bang. (Never throw anything away!)

I do still somewhere have several other deleted scenes that I had to cut because they didn't add anything or they jumbled up the narrative.

The most difficult scene to write, logistically, was the Dubai spa scene. Trying to work out how everything was laid out, how Bucky was going to get stuck there, how Clint was set up. That scene was just very logistically difficult for me. I kept finding plotholes and having to fill them.

I love the California scenes the most - there's just something I love about identity porn at fancy parties. It takes me back to Cinderella, maybe. Just two people all dressed up and talking to each other without realising who it is they are talking to.

TONY! Oh my god, how could I forget Tony? He was supposed to be in that scene! He was supposed to be in so much of that fic. There was this entire scene that I absolutely loved with him working on optimising the grip strength of Bucky's arm with beer bottles. It was so good. It played into this other secondary plot I had about Clint (and Steve to some extent) thinking that Tony and Bucky were having sex. But of course they absolutely weren't. There's a scene I think that stayed in where Clint and Natasha find Tony's personal phone number in Bucky's wallet; that was the start of that plot line. But Tony, being Tony, started to take over the plot and he had to be cut. Tony always seems to do that when I write him. To make an obvious reference, he has a tendency to make me hyperverbal. Pepper is at that party in California, btw, although I don't believe I name her.

I researched street food in so many countries for Silhouette. Also used google street view a whole lot. The park Clint sits in in Guayaquil is a real park. If you go on Google street view you can see the iguanas. Or you could five and a half years ago.

Coulson, Fury and Hill were all a joy to write (the scene where Steve works out that there's a quicker way back to the elevator... loved that so much). And... what else?

OH, I did a stupid. At the last minute I realised that I had called one of the characters 'Philips' and I was like 'oh shit, there's a Colonel Philips in the Captain America films. People are going to think she's related to him!!' So I changed her surname...

...to Parker.

In my defence, Spider-man wasn't in the MCU at that point. But still, I am so dumb sometimes. (ETA: Just checked. No, he was. I have no defence. I was just a major idiot)

Writing Silhouette was this crazy two week fever dream that tapped into some strange, secret well of inspiration I've never quite managed to find again, or not to the same extent, anyway. Sometimes I feel kind of weird that I started out in this fandom with my longest, most popular fic. It gave me a lot to live up to. I don't know how any of it happened really. I think the stars just sort of aligned.

Which isn't to say it's perfect by any means. I'm sure if I reread it now, I'd want to completely rewrite entire sections of it. But that's a good thing. It's been... oh god, it's been five and a half years since I started writing it. I should definitely hope that my writing ability has improved a bit since then (no comments please, let me believe this).

#director's commentary #my fic #my writing #Silhouette #anonymous

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babyybitchhh · 4 years ago

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This is the anon who commented about yami! I didn't like nozel at first but I can't lie, he kinda grew on me and he's fine asf. I couldn't look at magna in anyway until I saw him with his hair down. Now I'm like 👀👀👀. More than anything, I just want yami to ruin me. Spank me and call me a good girl pleaseee

Yessssssss

Yami was BUILT to be daddy. So strong, so rough around the edges but with a big soft heart, so beefy 💗🥴💗

Words: 3937

Warnings: daddy kink, alcohol, drunk fingering, vaginal fingering

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27172960

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You probably should have known better than to start drinking with them. No, not probably. You definitely should have known better.

Hindsight was always twenty-twenty though, and you could see now just how grievous a mistake it had been to accept Vanessa’s invitation without stopping long enough to consider the consequences but, well ... she was one of the only other women in the squad and she seemed to like you well enough. You wanted her to keep liking you, of course. So you’d foolishly jumped at the chance, far too eager to be included in this decidedly unorthodox team bonding exercise of theirs.

The Black Bulls were, by nature, sufficiently rowdy enough on their own but adding alcohol to the mix only seemed to fan the flames. They were the very definition of unruly. Clothes had been shamelessly discarded, more cigarettes smoked than you would have thought possible, arguments over nothing at all turned heated with alarming frequency only to be immediately forgotten and you, you were stuck in the middle of it. Thoroughly lost in your own world and floating serenely through the hazy bog of consciousness without a second thought to what chaos was going on around you.

It was kind of nice, actually. Liberating.

“Remember, ya’ gotta’ have at least three matching pairs to discard,” Magna reminds the assembled party as he quickly deals out a fresh hand. “Or you can do the same suit if ya’ want, but it has to go in order. No incomplete sets.”

The worse for wear table everyone had initially gathered around started off cramped, a tight fit for so many people and with little elbow room to spare. As the night wore on, however, most of the plucky squadron had gradually called it quits and retired until eventually only four remained. You were proud of yourself for outlasting the others but you also knew just how in over your head you were with this particular group. Yami could likely drink anyone under the table and Magna appeared to keep up with him just fine. While Vanessa didn’t exactly hold her liquor well , she could certainly put it away. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you were on your last leg here even if you were, for all intents and purposes, having a good time.

“Alright, lets see what ya’ got.”

Feeling simultaneously as light as a feather and sluggish under the weight of heavy, invisible chains, you slowly flip your cards over. It was hard to tell which way was up anymore, especially when your inner vertigo was so off kilter. You were warm, too. Almost unbearably so. Clammy in the worst possible way and you teeter forward in your chair, struggling to focus your swimming vision on the cards spread out in front of you.

It was a shit hand.

Grumbling under your breath, you distractedly tug at your clothes. A soft, fitful whine claws its way up your throat when it does absolutely nothing to alleviate just how stiflingly hot you are and, in fact, only seems to make it worse. You were absolutely burning up and this card game was its own special brand of torture, you decide with nothing short of woozy contempt.

“What the hell’s your problem?” Yami asks mildly from his spot beside you.

He was infuriatingly collected despite having consumed even more alcohol than you had, guzzling down mouthful after mouthful while you’d taken your time sipping on the fruity concoctions Vanessa made special just for you. You’d lost track of how many cups he’d emptied quite some time ago but you were still only on your third. It didn’t make sense. How were you so damn tipsy already?

“Hot.” You groan, not bothering to look up from what was possibly the worst hand you could have been dealt. Letting Magna shuffle the deck was, unsurprisingly, yet another mistake to add to the ever growing list.

Turning his head, Yami glances over at you and you catch the movement from your peripheral but still refuse to divert your attention from the cards. Maybe if you just stared at them long enough, hard enough, they’d morph into something you could actually use. You weren’t a magic knight in name only, right? Surely your grimoire was good for something .

“You’re drunk.” He suddenly announces, loud enough to make Vanessa whip her head around.

“M’not.” You grumble.

“Bullshit.”

The inebriated witch inserts herself into the fray before you can respond, wrapping slender arms around your shoulders and pulling you in against her bosom. “Awww, honey! Did’ju really like my drinks that much?” She coos at you sweetly. “I wasn’t tryin’ to get you drunk. Promise.”

“M’not drunk.” You insist, louder this time, much to Vanessa’s giggling amusement.

Heaving a clipped sigh, Yami leans across the table and taps your cards with a thick finger, slowly drawing your attention back to them. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you,” He says around the cigarette in his mouth. “But someone who isn’t piss drunk would probably know better than to lay their hand out on the table like this. Do you even know what game we’re playing right now?”

Mouth tugging into a frown, you wrack your muddled brain for the answer to that question. “Go fish?”

Magna inelegantly snorts at that. You can feel yourself starting to flush in embarrassment as Vanessa begins fussing over you, softly petting your head with murmured, nonsensical endearments. She definitely wasn’t helping matters and you sincerely hoped none of them could see your fluster.

Yami doesn’t seem to miss it though and he purses his lips, pinning you with an unimpressed glower. “That’s what I thought. Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re officially cut off. No more booze tonight, okay?”

Both you and Vanessa groan in unison. Your head immediately starts to spin in earnest now and you slump against the other woman even as she grabs your drink and holds it up to you as if she were bottle feeding a baby. The notion that she might accidentally dump it all over your head when she was just as intoxicated as you doesn’t even cross your mind and you obediently open your mouth to accept her offering.

“Come on, captain! At least let her finish her dr-drink first! I worked really hard to -”

Yami cuts across her babbling with a huff, standing and grabbing hold of the cup so he can pull it away despite Vanessa’s best attempt to keep it in her fumbling grasp. You watch it go, feeling an odd mix of disappointment and relief. The giddy, jovial mood you’d been imbued with was nice, yes, but realistically your body probably couldn’t handle much more. It was likely for the best.

“Just knock it off.” Pointedly setting the drink down towards the center of the table, Yami turns back with a furrowed brow. “Are you trying to kill her or something? What all did you even put in that?”

Vanessa hums a noncommittal sound of guilt, winding a strand of your hair around her finger.

He scoffs and moves closer with an accompanying shake of his head. Your heart gives a little jolt when you realize he’s coming towards you, not Vanessa, and you can’t help the anxious tinge that sparks in your chest. He was probably mad at you for getting so drunk. He looked mad. You didn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of his lectures though and you lean further into the softly swaying witch next to you in search of protection.

Much to your faltering surprise, however, Yami’s tone sounds closer to exacerbated than angry when he says, “Alright, brat. C’mere. You get to sit with me for the rest of the night so I can keep an eye on you and make sure someone doesn’t try to sneak you anything else.”

You blink, thoroughly confused, and it feels like even something as simple as a muscle twitch takes a small eternity to accomplish. Yami either doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care though.

Shooing Vanessa away, he bends at the waist and curls big hands under your armpits, hauling you straight up out of your seat. You outright squawk, flailing weakly in Yami’s grasp when you suddenly find yourself much further from the ground than you were used to. But your panic lasts only a terrifyingly brief moment and you relax when he draws you close, allowing you to curl your limbs around his thick frame. With a slight jostle, he adjusts his hold and secures you to the front of him. You instinctively nuzzle further into his arms, drunkenly whimpering as you tightly lock your elbows behind his neck.

“You’re no fun …” Vanessa whines on your behalf.

He clicks his tongue. “I’m thinking ahead. You’re not.” He says, those rumbled words reverberating inside your skull and further grounding you by some margin. “But if she gets sick, you’re the one who’s gonna’ clean it up.”

With that admonition, he moves back to his own chair and sits down again. It takes you a moment to get situated on his lap, still unbearably hot and fussy now after forcibly being removed from the fun. The last thing you want is to look like a lightweight in front of your teammates but he finally stills you with a large, mindful hand against your lower back. The silent warning in that innocuous gesture is enough to make you quit while you’re still ahead and, mewling something unintelligible, you press your warm face into his neck so you can settle in to pout.

Magna says something then, successfully distracting Vanessa from the subject, and the game carries on without you. The three of them don’t seem to mind the loss one bit as they seamlessly pick right back up where they’d left off.

It's hard to shake the feeling that your presence at the table was nothing more than an afterthought to them, or maybe a simple nicety, and it stung a little. There was no denying that. But you were much too hazy and disoriented to linger on it for more than a moment, molding yourself to the firm weight against you and going pleasantly slack in Yami’s arms. He was surprisingly comfortable, given his hard physique. A little too warm for your liking when you already felt swelteringly hot, but ultimately comfortable.

The even rise and fall of his broad chest is almost enough to lull you into dozing off right then and there with your head resting on his shoulder. Yami’s rough fingers tracing nonsensical, soothing patterns across your spine is the only thing that keeps you tethered to reality and you sit there, eyes closed, just listening to the slurred conversation going on at your back. It sounded far away now. Muted, as if your ears were stuffed with cotton, but you didn’t mind that too much. Magna was loud enough when sober and even worse when he was drunk.

A long moment later, Yami removes the cigarette from his lips and turns towards you when the other two start bickering about the validity of a certain card sequence. “How you feeling, squirt?” He asks, pressing his mouth against your hair.

“Good.” You murmur dreamily.

He laughs, very quietly, and gives you the briefest squeeze. “Yeah? You’re deadweight, baby girl. Sure you’re not gonna’ pass out on me over there?”

“Mmhmm.”

With a soft click of his tongue, Yami focuses back in on the game. The hand resting on your back slips lower, inconspicuously giving your behind a playful tweak that seems to go unnoticed by the table's other occupants given that they keep talking without pause. Magna would more than likely look away, politely pretending he hadn’t seen it, but Vanessa … if she’d caught so much as a glimpse, you’d be hearing about it right now. That was at least one reason (of which there was many) why what you had with Yami, whatever it was, still remained a secret to the rest of the squad even though it was probably a miracle they hadn’t caught on already, especially when he was so damn handsy with you.

Normally you’d err on the side of caution for that reason alone but you felt just daring enough to give him little push back. Emboldened by the liquid courage sitting hot and heavy in your stomach, confident that he wouldn’t have initiated this had it not been safe to do so, you discreetly roll your hips into him. The drag of your pussy across the front of his pants makes your breath hitch and he stiffens underneath you. That’s all the reaction you get for your trouble though, prompting you to lift your head from his shoulder and lean close to Yami’s ear.

“ Daddy …”

It’s nothing more than a tiny, breathless sigh but the effect it has on him is instantly noticeable. Steel chorded arm tightening around you, he breathes out a terse exhale and pulls you more firmly against his chest until you can scarcely breathe. A wavering puff of air slips from you as your thighs flex around his waist, silently trying to urge him on. It doesn’t work though and a shudder works its way down the length of your spine when he turns towards you again, growling right against the outer shell of your ear.

“Watch it.”

You whine, bucking against him more insistently. “ Nooooo .”

Yami snorts and swivels his attention back around to the cards clasped in his other hand. Pressing your face into the crook of his neck, you take a deep breath until the naturally heady scent of him swarms your senses like a fragrant, masculine cocktail. You can taste him in the back of your throat and it just makes you want him all the more.

Another wiggle of your hips is all the incentive he needs, calloused fingers slipping further down to grab a pinching handful of your ass. Roughly nudging you to sit a bit higher up on his thighs, he reaches lower and snakes his hand under your skirt. You squirm at the first touch against your panties, whimpering softly into his skin. Yami merely tightens his arm around you as he ever so carefully pulls the thin layer of cotton aside just enough to slide those sinfully long digits past the flimsy barrier.

“Spoiled brat,” He murmurs fondly, just loud enough for you to hear. “Already so damp and needy for me.”

You bite down on your tongue to keep yourself quiet, shuddering when he casually traces the length of your slit with abrasive fingertips.

Magna abruptly cackles about something and the sudden noise makes you jolt. Yami, to his credit, remains perfectly still though and merely waits a torturously long beat before continuing in rumbling hushed tones. “How long were you sitting over there in your own mess, hmm?”

“I - it’s not a mess.” You warble into his shoulder, your cheeks flushing hot.

“Oh? This certainly feels like a mess to me …” Pausing, Yami dips a finger into the meat of your labia and the slick quality of your pussy suddenly makes itself known. You hadn’t noticed until now, either because you were too caught up in your inebriated stupor or simply too focused on pouting to pay it any mind, but you were absolutely soaked. It wasn’t exactly surprising. Your body always responded eagerly to being manhandled by the captain but even this seemed a bit excessive.

Whining low in your throat, you decide you don’t want to play this game after all and try to angle your defenseless little cunt away from his searching hand. But Yami puts a stop to that quickly enough and shifts his legs further apart, forcibly spreading your thighs until you can’t find the leverage needed to wriggle out of his hold. You lip quivers when he takes advantage of this vulnerable position to worm a finger into the tight, squeezing heat of your body, gummy walls contracting around the intrusion with a pleasant flutter. It takes everything you have not to throw your head back and unabashedly moan up at the ceiling.

“Can’t you feel that, baby? You’re so wet I didn’t even have to work you open.”

Hiccuping, you shove your face against Yami’s neck again. “Dah - daddy … please .”

“Shh.” He warns even as he starts up a slow pace, sedately pumping into you. “Keep quiet or I’ll have to stop.”

As if on cue, Vanessa says something to him then and Yami effortlessly diverts his attention to the slurring witch as if nothing about the situation were out of place. You dig your nails into the broad expanse of his shoulder blades and bite back a groan, suddenly feeling ten times hotter than before. Even with all your concentration focused on keeping as still and quiet as possible, you find yourself imperceptibly arching to give him better access to your sticky cunt. It was certainly a blessing in disguise that she was just as drunk as you were, otherwise she might have given the whole thing a second thought. The way you were sitting on his lap. The smallest twitch of your hips to accompany the shallow quality of your breathing. It was so obvious what you two were doing. How had they not noticed already?

The table.

Neither Magna or Vanessa could see over it unless they came around and stood right next to the chair. You were essentially safe from the waist down and a fresh spark of confidence alights throughout your whole system with this realization, doubling and then tripling your arousal. It was still risky doing something so brazen right in front of them but you were just drunk enough not to care.

Loins twisting and curling, you carefully rear back to meet his shallow thrusts. You’d never felt more uninhibited in your whole life. “Oooh, daddy,” You whisper, choking on it. “Right there.”

Yami doesn’t miss a beat, easily keeping up with the conversation as he allows a second digit to slide in with the first. You feel the stretch in your bones and you quietly seeth, lashes fanning against the apples of your cheeks when it pushes you to just this side of discomfort. Even being as wet as you are, his fingers were just too thick for your eagerly clenching passage to accommodate them without some resistance and you hedonistically bask in the searing burn. It felt good. Almost good enough for you to lose yourself to the pleasure but, somehow, you manage to keep your wits about you instead of shamelessly writhing in his lap.

You may as well have thrown caution to the wind though. Discretion hardly mattered anymore. You already felt like a blatant little slut and the shock of how much that turns you on has your pussy drooling obscenely all over Yami’s hand.

“Hah - harder, daddy … nnghh, harder, please.”

Rather than obliging, he actually pauses his ministrations and you quietly mewl at the loss of friction. You squirm on top of his muscular thighs and desperately try to fuck down on his digits, panting like a bitch in heat against the captains neck. He shifts underneath you, says something to Vanessa that makes her direct a chiding tone at Magna. Their bickering starts up again and with the rise in volume, Yami gives his wrist a good twist that shoves his fingertips into your upper wall. Static electricity shoots through your system at the sudden pressure on that pulsing sweet spot and the tension in your gut immediately starts to toe the line of unbearable.

Your mouth drops open in shellshocked ecstasy but nothing comes out. It’s hard just to draw breath when the dizzyingly sharp jolt of arousal has your toes flexing uselessly in the air and you tremble, quaking in his arms. Unperturbed by the effect this is having on you, Yami takes his time caressing the velvety soft lining of your insides with sedately smooth motions. Those worn fingertips gradually curl up in the general direction of your belly button and press in deeper, harder, making your cunt absolutely gush around him. You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate.

“Oooh god !” You gasp, clutching him in a death grip.

Turning your head, you press your cheek against Yami’s shoulder and fix your gaze to a random spot on the far wall. The room looked like it was tilted on its axis - - spinning, spinning, spinning - - and all you can do is whine and shake when he scissors his fingers, making more room for himself within you.

You weren’t just overheated anymore. It was as if you’d caught flame, burning from the inside out, and it only gets worse when he flexes his hand, jabbing at the spongy soft spot again and again.

A choked off squeal rises in your throat, just barely held back by tightly clenched teeth. You’re almost positive you can hear the greedy, slopping clicks of your pussy sucking him in deeper just below the surface of the enthusiastic argument going on behind you but they don’t seem to notice. They just keep shouting back and forth at each other, oblivious to what was going on at the other end of the table. You have no idea how you’re getting away with this - aren’t even really sure if you will get away with this when all is said and done - but that’s the very last thing on your mind anymore as you haltingly roll your hips into the blinding pressure.

“Ah - ahh - d - dah - ahh - ddyyy !”

“Do it.” Yami murmurs, his mouth pressed tight to your ear. “Come now , baby. Do it while you have the chance. Come on.”

Your eyes roll back in your head and you give your pelvis one good little twist. The drag of your throbbing clit across the front of his rough pants is the last push you need, the resulting friction searing your veins. It sends you spiraling right over the edge into doped out bliss and you squeak, jerking against him when full bodied tremors grip you in earnest and make you shake.

Riding out the cresting waves as discreetly as you can, you blink back an onslaught of reflexive tears. Your pussy squeezes tight, milking your orgasm on his fingers, even though the effort of forcing yourself to remain quiet nearly breaks your resolve. But you manage, somehow, to breathe through it even as your hips weakly buck in unmitigated pleasure, subduedly twisting in his arms. It felt like you were drowning in it, choking on immense, all encompassing relief.

But Yami doesn’t immediately let up on his concerted attack, continuing to work you over until the spasms start to subside and you whine in frazzled distress. Digits finally stilling inside you, he offers a brief kiss to your hair and it makes you breathe out a tired sigh. You immediately slump, going boneless on top of him, now even clammier than when you’d started. The sweat clinging to your skin has you feeling worryingly damp but you were also satiated and comfortable. It was an acceptable tradeoff, as far as you were concerned.

“Such a good girl. You even managed to stay quiet for me. I’m proud of you.”

Smiling at the hushed approval in his tone, you snuggle further into Yami’s musclebound frame. You were floating on cloud nine, no longer concerned about being removed from the card game; not when the pleasant afterglow and the reassuring presence of your captain - your daddy - had you feeling so at peace. There would always be a next time.

#Black Clover #yami sukehiro #yami x reader #self insert bullshit #My writing

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wendystales · 3 years ago

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Memories - lrh (Chapter Fourteen)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Thirteen ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ Chapter Fifteen

We stopped in front of the new location of The Art of Taste, where a group of people were waiting to enter. The entire facade was lit with small bulbs wrapped around the bushes, which framed the outside.

My mom is the first out of the car, excited, barely expecting Luke and me. She takes the lead, going straight to security and showing us our invitations.

“She's very excited”. Hemmo comments from beside me, offering me his arm.

“You have no idea.” I open a smile.

We followed my mother as she led the way, looking for Mr. Marshall. I appreciate the decor of the place and fall in love with the small wooden bridge that leads into the restaurant, passing by a pond with koi.

"Debra! You came!” Mr. Marshall approaches as excited as my mother. “You’re stunning.” her cheeks blush.

“Oh, not that much. It's an old little dress I had in the back of the closet.” she lowers her head shyly.

"Didn't she say she bought the dress today?" Luke whispered confusedly to me, almost making me laugh. I watch the two lovebirds praising and flirting like two teenagers.

"Marnie! I'm happy for your presence too.” he hugs me. “You must be Luke! Debra talks about you a lot.” he opens a sympathetic smile.

Subtly, I widen my eyes at my mom, wanting to scold her, but she just shrugged, ignoring me. Luke smiles sympathetically and handles the situation perfectly.

Mr. Marshall takes us to a more private table and away from the window for more privacy. I sit next to Luke, having a full view of whoever enters the restaurant.

“I'm going to have the menu degustations served, and if you don't mind, I'm going to steal Debra for a while.” he smiles at my mother.

“Be my guest!” I open a tight smile, very happy for them.

"Is there something I should know?" Luke asks me after the two walk away arm in arm.

“They're in love, but they don't know what to do.” Summary, still watching the them.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about it." Luke repeats the same thing I said yesterday. I let out a laugh, disbelieving his audacity.

“Sorry, there was no time.” I raise my eyebrows, like he does.

Yesterday was a special night with Luke. After Urban Light, we went to Santa Monica, to sit on the sand and watch the sea, illuminated by the lights from the pier. It was fun to have this time with him without anyone looking at us like fools for whatever move we made.

It was nice to meet him and know everything he likes and dislikes, as well as getting to know the band's history better. For moments like this, just the two of us, I could let him get closer, totally letting my guard down and creating a better relationship.

Of course because of this endless conversation we had and cause we got super late back home, today I woke up looking like a zombie and only managed to get out of bed by a miracle. But even tired, I would do everything exactly the same, just to be able to spend this time with him.

"Should we wait for the girls?" I question, seeing a board of small toast and various types of sauces and pates being served to us.

“I believe not!” he's the first to take the toast and dip it in a red sauce.

I follow him, quickly taking two and sinking into the same sauce. Tomato and basil. I let out an exclamation when I taste it. I start to eat more, after all, I didn't even have time to have lunch today and I didn't even want to, because I knew I would eat here.

I had invited everyone to come to the opening today, but only Luke, Leah, and Kyleen agreed right away. Calum, Ash and Noah had other commitments and Michael also tried to use this one, but Ashton soon revealed the lie, saying that he was actually going on a date, with that Sophie.

"You didn't have lunch today, did you?" I stop the toast in the air, mouth open, watching Luke look me curious.

“I didn’t have time.” I answer a little embarrassed.

“Well, if we run out of those toast, just ask for more.” he takes one more, sinking now into a green pate. I watch his face, trying to guess what that would be.

“Pesto?” I ask, looking at the pot. Luke denies it. I smell the content not identifying much.

"A bitter taste." he make a face. “No! It's a good bitter.” he adds quickly.

When I least notice, Hemmings and I are playing russian roulette with sauce and pates. We just don't know how to just eat quietly, we have to play.

"Bad?" I ask, watching him close his eyes and wrinkle his nose. Luke nodded, swallowing and eating another toast with the tuna pate, which was what we liked best.

"A taste of… I can't explain it. Eats!” he offers me the toast with the white pate and small green bits.

“No! Don't you know what it is and want to push it to me?” I drop the toast on my plate, wanting distance.

Interrupting our little discussion, Leah and Kyleen arrive.

“Sorry we’re late. There was an accident on the expressway. Have you started eating yet?” Leah glances across the table sulkily.

"M&Ms didn't have lunch." Luke hands it to me. I slap his arm.

“Great, there are two of us.” Kiki smiles, already eating some toast. "What is this one?" she points to the weird pate.

“We haven't eaten yet, but try it there.” Hemmings encourages, surprising me with his performance. I stare at him laughing.

Like Luke, Kiki grimaces, disapproving of the pate. I offer my glass of juice to her, which she drinks in one gulp.

“This is horrible. What is that?” she whispers disgustedly.

Luke steals the menu from the next table, looking for the pate. I squint at the ingredients: ricotta, gorgonzola and pickles. I understand why it's horrible.

It doesn't take long and more stuff arrives at our table. Once again, we started our russian roulette, trying everything out and grading, as if we were at MasterChef. We really don't have maturity for anything.

Looking at the restaurant entrance, I start nudging Luke, flustered, discreetly asking him and the girls to look too. Surprised and excited, we watched Michael approach our table, hand in hand with a girl shorter than him.

“Is it her?” I try to contain my excited voice.

“It's her!” Hemmo confirms.

“Okay! But who is she?” Kyleen asks, lost.

“They met at a game match and now Michael is in love.” I almost run over my words, trying to deliver the information before they arrived.

"I didn't tell you." Luke already takes his off the line.

“Hey!” Michael sighs standing next to the table.

“Hey!” aside from Luke, the girls and I were all smiles.

“This is Sophie! My friend.” Mike introduces. The girl with dark hair and two streaks white, like Narcissa in Harry Potter, smiles shyly.

“Sorry for the delay, we got lost.” her voice is low.

“Actually, I didn't want to come.” Michael doesn't even bother to lie. If it wasn't a public place, I'd throw a shoe on him.

Sophie excuses herself and heads to the bathroom as we pull another table for them. Michael sits across from Luke, leaving Sophie in mine and Leah beside her.

“Please, I'll pay you whatever you want, but don't embarrass me.” Mike begs. “I like her a lot.” he admits it quietly.

"Awn!" me and the girls hold hands, dying of love.

“I hate you.” he declares.

“To show that we are willing to help, do not eat the white pate. It’s not from this world. And not in the good way.” Leah warns him.

Sophie returns to the table, taking a seat across from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how Michael's posture becomes tense. He's so into her. Without needing much, we start a conversation and Sophie slowly walks in, forming a group.

“This gaming field must be shit, right? I mean, for who is a woman, isn't it?” Kyleen asks.

“Yea! No man likes to lose to a woman. They never accept that I play better than they do. Cause of this, when Michael called me, I thought he was going to argue with me.” she gives a shy smile.

"Actually, I was going to ask for my shield back." he gives an ashamed laugh.

"And complain to me how you lost." she completes, making him laugh. The way they look at each other makes my heart melt.

The four of them get carried away on a subject as I approach Luke.

“They're really cute.” I whisper.

"I think we're both a lot cuter." he snaps, smiling. I open a smile, denying the way he's sassy.

“You were not like this.” I comment with a smile. I take my gaze to the hall, finding my mother walking with Mr. Marshall, still arm in arm. "I think they're cuter than us." Luke follows my gaze.

“All right! She's your mother, I'll give you my arm. Do you think they'll be together?”

“I hope!”

“Are you gossiping about Debra?” I am startled by Kyleen approaching me and joining in our conversation.

"What's the gossip with Debra?" Leah already turns her attention to us.

"Is there gossip about Debra?" Michael leans against the table, moving closer.

I look at the curious faces trying to identify how my mom became the subject of the table. If she knows this, she will kill me!

"Don't let her know that." I declare before I lean against the table and tell her about my mother and Mr. Marshall.

Friday

I feel terrible, not only for the cramps and indisposition, but mainly for having to cancel with Luke. I've waited so long for this date and now I'm here, lying on the couch, suffering for being born a woman.

“Here.” Leah hands me a pain killer and a hot water bottle. I lay my head on her lap, wanting to cry. “It's OK.” she repeats calmly as she cuddles me. She knows why. “You can go out next week, he won't change his mind until then.”

“I know he won’t, but…” I catch my throat, not wanting to accept that I would cry about this, but I can't control it, letting a few tears fall. Damn hormones. “I don't know if I can make it another week, I was so excited.” my voice crack it. “Stop laughing!” I scream when I feel her body move.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! But you look so funny like this. Sorry.” she hugs me, holding back her laughter.

Before I can complain, the doorbell rings and I'm grateful that Kiki has finally arrived with food and a lap where I can cry more. Leah runs to open the door and I feel my heartbeat stop for seconds when his voice reaches me. I lift my head, seeing him come in full of bags and a Petunia on a leash.

“What are you doing here?” I quickly dry my face and try to fix my hair. I look awful. Luke looks at me confused and opens his arms, as if the answer is wide open there.

“I came to take care of you, of course.” he laughs. Leah is behind him, smiling like hell.

I sink my face into the pillow, wanting to cry more. I don't deserve him. I don’t deserve. Luke lets go of Petunia, who runs off to try to climb onto the couch and lick me. Leah helps Luke empty the bags in the kitchen.

While they straighten everything out in the kitchen, I go back to tidying up my appearance, trying to look at least presentable.

"I brought some soup that Calum made. Pain killers, sweets and some facial masks, This always helps you relax and get better.” he comes closer and I just want to bury myself. I look awful.

“I can't believe you came here and still brought all this.” my heart melts at the attitude and smile he gives.

"I'm sorry if you thought you were going to get rid of me." he sits beside me with a bowl of soup, pleasant smell by the way. I move closer, almost getting under his arms and snuggling into his chest. However, I still keep a safe distance and control my urges to cling to him.

“Well, since you’re very well cared for and accompanied. I think I'm on my way.” Leah still has the smile. “Get well.” she kisses my cheek. "Anything, call me. And you, take good care of her.” she orders Luke.

“Promise!” he raises his right hand.

Leah left, leaving us alone. Petunia lying on my lap, curious about the hot water bottle. Luke beside me, holding the bowl and spoonful of broth toward me.

"You know you don't have to spoon-feed me, don't you?" I ask before opening my mouth.

"Can you let me take care of you?" he counters, falsely sulking.

“You can, just don't need…”

“Sh-sh! Eat the soup.” he advances another spoonful into my mouth. I roll my eyes, silent.

"Calum who did it?" I ask impressed, after a few spoonfuls.

“He's been taking some cooking lessons, especially now that he's turned vegetarian.”

"You should do it too, to stop making eggs in the microwave." I let a fake smile in the end.

"Worried about me?" he asks smiling.

"Shut up and give me the soup." I ignored him, taking a deep breath and not smiling under his amused gaze.

Between spoonfuls, I play with Petunia, already feeling much better. At least the urge to cry has passed.

"You said you brought candy." I knelt on the couch, watching him carry the bowl of soup to the sink. Luke laughs, grabbing some white and pink boxes from the fridge.

“Yes, I believe sugar can help.” he puts the boxes on the table and pulls Petunia onto the rug. “You don’t!” she barks. “You can’t!” she barks louder. “Hey! Come! I'll give you your food.” I watch her follow him into the kitchen.

I open the first white box seeing a generous piece of Red Velvet. I pick up the fork he brought and already steal a piece. In the second box, I find four cupcakes and four donuts. My eyes widen as I open the third box.

"Did you go to Mr. Marshall's restaurant?" I question shocked.

“Yea! You said you liked his chocolate cake. He made this one especially for you.” I look at the smaller size cake.

“I don't remember him decorating with M&Ms.” I comment, stealing a piece already.

“Oh, I asked him to do it.”

I close my eyes, letting my body react to that information any way it wants to. He asked them to put M&Ms on my cake because he knows I like it.

Luke returns to sit beside me, picking up a white chocolate cupcake. I hold the box of Red Velvet in my lap, recklessly eating the cake.

"Argh! I feel so guilty. I'm going to get fat like this.” I complain, but without stopping eating.

“You are indisposed, you can eat what you want. Tomorrow we worry about our weight.” Luke speaks with his mouth full.

"I thought you didn't like red desserts." I comment, watching him take a full fork of my cake.

“How do you know that?” he looks at me curiously. Then I realize I've been cornered.

“In an interview last year.” then I fill my mouth, making it impossible for me to continue the conversation.

"Are you still googling me?" he puts again that amused/satisfied smile on his face.

“Of course, you were my boyfriend. I need to know what kind of people I'm getting involved with.” I shrug.

“I understood. Well, I really don't like it. I don't understand the need to make it red.”

“It's to be more aesthetically beautiful. It's like wearing makeup. You use it and looks more beautiful, it enhances your beauty.” Luke stares at me, holding back his laughter. I've seen this same expression when I defended my M&M’s organizer.

“Well, I know you're crazy about this cake, so I brought it.” he shrugs, like it's no big deal. But for me it's something. If Luke still has any intentions of winning me back, he's doing great.

“Thanks.” I advance toward him, kissing his cheek in shyly. I notice Luke is ashamed too, but maintains his pose.

After we stuff ourselves with candy. Luke and I were in the bathroom, trying to put on those face masks. At first I thought he brought it just for me, but when I saw him putting it on, I understood that he would participate body and soul in that night with me.

“This isn't right.” he comments still struggling with that piece of material.

"You didn't put it upside down, did you?" I approach trying to help.

“No! The eyes are here. So why don't stay?” I see the mask slip off his face. I hold back a laugh, taking the material from his hands.

"If you take the cape off, it stays." I pull out the plastic that holds the oils and put it on his face.

“Makes more sense.” he comments, watching me massage his face. “I need to shave.” he says as I massage his cheeks.

“No!” the answer comes out faster than I can think.

Luke stares at me in surprise at the revelation. With my hands still on his face, I notice the mood and walk away, drying my hands.

“And now?” I stare at him behind me in the mirror. Luke just raises his hands and shakes his fingers, demonstrating that we're going to get our nails done. The scene itself is so funny it makes me laugh. He's the best boyfriend anyone could have. "I think we'd better wait the twenty minutes for the mask, so as not to blur our work."

“Truth. Let's get back to the series then.” he turns around, his back to me, crouching down a little. I grab his shoulders and push off, climbing on his back. And like this, we go back to the room, on piggyback.

I go back under the covers, grateful that I'm sitting down because my legs are killing me. How can something that stays in the womb fuck my entire body? I shift uncomfortably, not finding a position that would make my legs stop hurting.

“Is it everything OK?” he asks, hitting play on The Office.

“My legs.” I answer softly, lying down on the couch with my head next to him.

“Turn. Put your legs here.” he pats his lap. I roll over on the couch, leaving my legs in his lap, where within seconds Luke starts massaging my legs.

I roll my eyes, feeling my body soften. A moan wants to escape, but I hold it with all the strength in the world, along with the treacherous declaration that explodes in my chest. They were three dangerous words that could mess with him more than anything else.

“You are incredible!” I exchange the words, feeling more secure in that expression. The blonde chuckles, shaking his head as he squeezes my foot.

I can't focus for a minute on TV. The feel of him touching my skin so gently and stiffly steals all my attention. I shift my gaze between him and the screen so I don't get so in the face that I'm staring at him.

After twenty minutes of the mask, we went back to the bathroom, washing our faces and then starting to do our nails. I'm sitting, glued to Luke, my hand propped up on a pillow in his lap as he applies the black nail polish. Once again I shift my gaze between him and the new episode, but I don't care if he catches me staring in the meantime.

"Did we do that a lot?" I inquire softly. Luke doesn't answer me with words, too focused on his work, just nodding his head positively.

“Especially when you were feeling bad, or when I was really tired and stressed out.” he complements after finishing a hand. “Tv shows, candies, beauty treatments and massage. Once you wanted to invent climbing on my back, massaging me with your feet.” he starts to smile, still focused.

“I'm sorry.” I lay my head against his shoulder. Let out a low laugh, focused on him.

“It wasn't one of our best ideas. But I can't deny that it wasn't good.”

"Were you happy with me? I mean, we had a good relationship, didn't we?” I question after a while.

Luke stops and stares at the wall, maybe thinking. I analyze your profile apprehensive about the delay. Then his eyes connect to mine. It's like a screen, I don't need the answer anymore, it's there, explicit in the glow of his eyes.

“Yes. I believe we had a great relationship.” he goes back to painting my nails, putting the last coat on.

“Itn't was those weird, honeyed types, was it?” curiosity takes me more every second. Luke holds back a laugh, denying it.

“No! I tried once, but you hit me with the pillow. But that's not our style either. It's like wanting Leah to be cute.” he shrugs. "Don't let her know that." he looked at me in alarm.

“I won’t! Honestly, I'm glad it's you here.” he stops and looks at me curiously. “You know…not that she's not amazing. Even because she was taking really good care of me, but…” I swallow with his gaze so fixed on me. Oh Lord, where are the words?! “You are you!” I shrug. "Don't let her know that." I ask in an alarmed way, as well as he.

“I'm me?” he turns more to me.

“Yeah!” I take a deep breath, trying to find myself in the mess I decided to make. “You seem to know how to handle this whole situation and cause…" Why is it so hard for me to say that I enjoy his company? “You know…I like being with you.” I whisper, wanting to crumble into thin air and disappear.

I lower my gaze, not holding that moment. I've known Luke for a month. I know that he only has size and age in his identity, that inside he is as child and silly as the guys. But there's something about him, so subtle and unobtrusive, that intimidates me so much.

“I like being with you too… but something tells me you already know.” the playful tone breaks the pit of shame I was in. I open a shy smile, going back to watching him finish painting my nails.

“Can I ask you something?” I question fearfully, after he finishes. Luke nodded. "How was that day? The one from the accident.”

He just stops. His jaw locks and that glint in his eyes fades. He leans back against the sofa, snorting. I feel bad for causing this discomfort. I'm even thinking about withdrawing the question, however, Luke is already starting to speak.

“You had gone to rehearse for Vogue and then we were supposed to go to lunch cause I turned off your alarm, and then you were late and we can't have breakfast together.” he narrates quietly and with a lost look.

"Why did you turned off my alarm?" I frown, confused.

"Cause I thought that way you'd stay home with me." I pick up my lips, pressing them together so I don't laugh at his pout. “Well, I was at the restaurant when it happened. The manager came to me and told me what happened, apparently was already on the news.” he takes a deep breath before continuing. “I was the first to arrive, but you were already in attendance, so I only saw you in your room a couple hours later.”

"The nurse said you slept there." I comment quietly, letting my mind wander to that day. Your cheeks are easily pink.

"I wasn't leaving your side." he answers in the same tone.

“Sorry I got you into this. And for being stupid the first time we met…again.” I add.

“It's OK! I mean, it was kind of good.” I widen my eyes, not understanding. “By making you fall in love with me again, I also ended up falling in love with you all over again.”

My heart races. The revelation takes me by surprise, not giving me time to hide the stupid grin gaping at my face. I roll my eyes, looking at the TV, which is currently playing with Jim asking Pam on a date. Ironically, she had the same stupid smile as mine.

"I never said I'm in love with you." I try to maintain my dignity, or whatever I'm supposed to maintain at a time like this.

“It's just a matter of time.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see him shrug. “You've already admitted that you like being with me. For those who hated me in that hospital, enjoying my presence is already a big step forward.”

I bite my lip, closing my eyes. He can’t be serious.

"I never said I hated you." I look at him, who was focused on the TV.

"And you never said you're not in love with me either." he blinks, smiling in amusement.

“I hate you!” I say loud enough.

“In seventh grade, when a girl said she hated a boy, it's because she liked him.” Luke comments, leaving me speechless, my mouth hanging open. "I will take your silence as a yes."

I kneel down on the couch, taking the pillow from my lap and hitting it. Hemmings starts to laugh as he shields himself from the flurry of beatings I give him. My God, how I hate him.

I return to sit on the couch more relieved, but still with my heart pounding. It's a mixture of very random feelings. I want to hit him at the same time I want to kiss him as I sink his head into the coffee table, telling him how much I like him.

The desire to let these feelings take over me fascinates me. But that's not how I wanted everything to happen between us. Expected to be a little more romantic, with me more tidy and less messy.

"You made me smudge my nail." Finally, I accuse him, sulking.

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Trini Kwan x Reader

Summary: You are the white ranger.

Warnings: Light cursing?

(You are a female.)

Things to know:

1. You and Trinity have been dating for 6 months. 2. The white power ranger coin has been passed down every generation when the oldest turns 16. So you've had the coin for 2 years. 3. You've only lived in Angel Wood for 1 1/2 years, so the boosts the coin gives you is normal to everyone. (Like you didn't suddenly get strong like Billy) 4. You already know about Zordon and Rita, you found the ship when you accidentally fell into the water. You have been training ever since and can morph. You can morph because you always imagine having a team and being connected to them and trusting them. Plus you've been practicing since you were 16. But you haven't been ale to use your zord yet.

What the hell? Trini thought as the wall starts talking to the group. "These are them? They are so small." Zordon said. Trini rolled her eyes, who did this wall think he was. "Show me the coins." Zordon demands and everyone in the group pulls out their coins, "The Morphing Grid is never wrong. If the power coins have returned to the ship with these... teenagers... then these teenagers are the Power Rangers." Power rangers? Trini thought, confused. "Power rangers?" Zack asked, voicing his confusion. "Yes Power rangers. Any other questions?" Hi. How you doing? My name is Billy. Billy Cranston. Kids used to called me Billy Cramps..." "Billy! Stop." Jason interrupts. "Sorry. The images here in this sphere tell the history of the Power Rangers. Looks like the Power Rangers were a team that protected life? And life is a bright light. Or a piece of light?" Zordon looks slightly impressed with what Billy figured out, "Yes. Yes, Very good Billy. It is called the Zeo Crystal..." "Oh. I love this part. Every planet in the universe that has life. Has a piece of the Crystal buried inside it. 65 million years ago, Zordon's team died... defending the Crystal here and what is now Angel Grove. The Coins have chose you five. Now you must protect the Zeo Crystal and life on Earth." Alpha 5 said, interrupting Zordon's story and finishing it for him.

(Time skip all of the explaining cause not gonna lie it is long)

Trini woke up with a start. What the actual fu--, she thought as she looked around before realizing shes in y/ns room with y/n laying in bed with her. That just makes her even more confused. Last thing she remembers is getting hit by a train and now shes in bed with her girlfriend... It just doesn't add up. She checks the time and sees its 5 am and still has a little less then 3 hours before school. Trini slips out of the bed and leaves a note for y/n, saying she went home. After getting home and getting ready for school, Trini sat downstairs in the dining room wit her family. "So..Where were you yesterday and last night? Were you with friends? Do you have any friends? Why are you so tired?" Trini's mom asked before Trini's dad stops her. Her mom gave her dad a confused look. "You did ask her four questions... before she's even answered the first." He says to answer her confusion. "Because she's like a ghost around here. She needs to start communicating." "June." "Say something." "Speak! I just..." "Relax. Okay, relax. Okay, Trini, let's start over. Please tell us one thing you did today." Trini just rolled her eyes at her mom trying to get her to speak and her dad trying to stop her from interrogating me. "Me and four kids from Angel Grove found a spaceship buried underground. What? I'm pretty sure I'm a superhero. And I was with y/n last night." Trini responds being truthful. "Cool!" Her brother say. "Not cool. Pee in that cup! I knew that y/n was a bad influence on you." Trini rolls her eyes at peeing in a cup but tenses when her mom makes a comment about y/n. There was no way someone was gonna bash on her girlfriend and get away with it, even if it was her mom. "Don't speak about y/n that way. Shes probably the only good thing that has come out of moving here." Trini says before walking away, not even letting her mom respond.

(Time skip to after school)

Trini was happy she got to spend time during free period and lunch with y/n. Y/n even took her off campus to Krispy Kreme to help her relax. Y/n always seemed to know when Trini was stressed or not in the best mood. And Trini loved her even more for it, even if they haven't actually said the L word yet. Trini wasn't really looking forward to going back to the space ship and wanted to spend the afternoon with y/n but they said they had something they needed to do. Walking over the hill Trini was a little surprised to see everyone there. Everyone stood in awkward silence for a few minutes. "Well lets get this over with." She mumbled before jumping into the water. Everyone else following after her. When they got into the space ship, Zordon had them attempt to morph. As everyone got on their platform, they all noticed one was empty. "Why are there 6 platforms? I thought there was only 5 of us." Jason asked voicing everyone's confusion. "There are 6 rangers, red, blue, black, yellow, pink, and white. The white ranger already knows of Rita and my past. They have been training with Alpha 5 for a little over a year. You will be meeting them today." Zordon responds like its nothing special. The group looks around in shock. "Now lets get back to the task at hand."

Morphing was a complete fail, so Zordon had everyone start training without armor. It was the third day of training and the team was looking a lot better. "When will we meet this white ranger?" Zack asks after practice that day. "Actually they should be here any minute." Alpha says before spawning 10 practice dummies. "Wow that's a lot. Why did you do that?" Kimberly asked. "Zordon like to catch white off guard, says it helps with practice. I don't kno--" "Guys look!" Billy exclaims, cutting of Alpha. The team looks up to see a body moving through the water. When they body gets to the edge of the water they stick there hand out of it and wave to everybody. The team looks around, a little weirded out. Alpha just chuckles, "They always mess around like that before practice." They watch as the hand suddenly stops waving and clenches into a fist. They all watch in awe as their hand get wrapped in white armored gloves. They suddenly drop from the water and start destroying the practice dummies. When they finally defeat the last one they stop and turn to their new teammates. Y/n feels her eyes widen comically when she sees Trini there. While the y/n is panicking over seeing their girlfriend, the team is looking at the mysterious white ranger in shock. "Whoa!" Billy practically yells, "How did you do that? Why does your armor look different from what ours are supposed to look like? Why--" Billy goes to continues but stops after feeling a hand on his shoulder. "Breath Billy." Jason says, "But he's not wrong, why does their suit look different from what ours is supposed to look like?" He asks turning to Alpha 5. "Well unlike your coins, the white ranger coin has been passed down generation to generation in a family. When the eldest child of the white ranger reaches 16 they are given the coin and sent here to train. The last ranger before the one you see before you decided to move to Angel Grove sometime after the coin was passed down because of the threat of Rita. Anyways, since the coin wasn't hidden away it has gotten some updates. Their zord is different too, while you all have dinosaurs the white ranger has a tiger."

(Your power ranger suit and zord)

Trini smiles hearing the word tiger, thinking about how you and her were gonna get a dog together after high school. You had finally agreed to the name Tiger after a long discussion and some... convincing. You watch as Trini smiles and you blush under the helmet, knowing exactly what shes thinking about. You get pulled out of your thoughts as you see the team turn to look back at you. "Oh sorry I guess I should introduce myself." You watch as Trini looks at you in slight confusion before shaking it off, your voice just sounded so familiar to her. At the point, you were sweating buckets. Yeah, Trinis a ranger now but its only been for a couple days. You on the other hand had been keeping this secret since the day you met and you know Trini is big on trust. You just hope she doesn't get too mad and realizes you had to keep it from her like she has to do with everyone else now. You take a deep breath before sticking your hand out. "My name is..." Your helmet disappears, and Trini lets out a gasp in shock, "Y/n?" You just awkwardly chuckle as everyone looks between the 2 of you. "Um yeah, and I'm the white ranger."

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