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Karlach is very very nice tree and I am a squirrel heh
If you need help with the game just ask because before BG3 I had no idea about the playstyle either-
god yeah me too, i want to climb onto Karlach's back and hang from her shoulders she is my favorite and i love her
thank you!!! i'm very slowly getting the hang of it (not that i'm good by any stretch), but i'm having fun!!
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MDNI, f! reader, she/her pronouns used, wc: 3.3k, flashback of how you met (1st part of the fic, past tense used, then we jump back to present, divider used to separate the two timelines. both take place on his birthday btw), suguru makes an appearance (as satoruâs wingman :3), established relationship (youâre married & have a daughter), reader wears a dress, first time face sitting + riding (oral, f! receiving), pet names (baby, my love), he cums in his pants, breeding implied at the end (sort of, to avoid spoilers)
a/n: happy birthday to my biggest mental illness âĄ
side note: if the story of how you met sounds familiar to you, please note that it was from one of my talk posts from a while ago & i decided to make use of it : )
what gojo satoru wants â he always gets.
after all, itâs how he made you his as well.
âsatoru, youâre staring way too hard at herâ, suguru nudged him on the arm.
âthink she noticed, too?â, satoru chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, ears turning slightly red from embarrassment, unsure if it was because he got caught or that it was too obvious he was checking you out.
âvery likely. i mean, itâs hard not to notice an annoying pair of blue laser beams persistently invading your spaceâ, suguru mocked. âare you going to talk to her?â
âyesâ, satoru firmly replied, without peeling his eyes from you, âiâll ask her out, i thinkâ
âhey, hey. slow down thereâ
ânopeâ, satoru shrugged, almost like a stubborn child disobeying his parent, âiâve made up my mind â i really want to make her mineâ
it was a pure coincidence, or some might say fate, that you ended up in the same restaurant â he was there celebrating his birthday with a small circle of friends while you were present to honor your colleague that had just gotten a promotion at work.
satoruâs eyes relentlessly followed your every move, every gesture, from the moment you walked in and settled on the table next to his. it was rather unusual for him to be this interested in someone simply upon sight, in fact, even desiring to pursue something with someone so immediately. it was always the other way around â women would flock to him because of his looks and peculiar behavior, and of course â his money â but he would turn them down without batting an eye. love and seeking romance were never a priority for him, he did not have time nor any interest in them. but here he was, contradicting himself, being blatantly distracted by your presence while somehow trying to simulate an active conversation with his friends, more than frequently averting his gaze to look at you, his brain busy coming up with a plan to get your number by the end of the night.
it didnât take him too long to finally make his move. he stood up from his chair and walked over to your table, stopping right behind your seat.
âexcuse meâ, he leaned in, placing one hand at the edge of the table and the other â at the back of your chair, âhelloâ, his face mere inches away from yours. taken aback by the way he, a complete stranger, had the guts to get this close to you, you turned to face him with a questioning look.
âi felt like i would regret it for the rest of my life if i didnât come say hi to youâ, he spoke.
truth be told, despite being astounded and a bit put off by his approach, you were slightly intrigued. he was handsome, pretty even â like that one oddly eye-catching cloud in a sky full of thousands that you notice as soon as you look up. the white henley shirt he was wearing made the blue in his eyes pop even more, the v-neck revealing a little bit of his well-crafted chest, just enough to leave you tiny bit wondering about the ridges of his abs beneath.
as much as the scenery up close made your cheeks feel hot, his boldness rubbed you up the wrong way, too much to let it just slide, and you snapped. âis that so? well, now that youâve said your hi, you can go back to your table and live with no regrets for the rest of your lifeâ, you rolled your eyes skeptically, pushing his hand off the table.
âoh, i am sorryâ, he chuckled, brushing his hair back with a hand, âbut there are three more things i need to do before leaving, iâm afraidâ
you raised an eyebrow, questioning.
âfirst, let me introduce myself â i am gojo satoru, also known as the man to be your boyfriend, then your husband, and then the father of your childrenâ, he smugly said. your eyes widening at the audacity of his declaration that left you at a loss for words. âsecond, i hope you donât mind introducing yourself as well â as you are to be my girlfriend, then my wife, and then the mother of my children â itâs only natural that i know your nameâ, he continued, âand last but not least â i am not leaving until you give me your number so we can make this all workâ
wow. this man was really fucked in the head, you were sure of it â who in the right mind would speak such nonsense to someone they just met? âyou have to be joking, right?â, you laughed in genuine disbelief.
âno. i am dead seriousâ, he replied in a heartbeat.
âis this your move? you pull this on everyone you find remotely attractive?â, you narrowed your eyes.
âactuallyââ, suguru interrupted, placing a hand on satoruâs shoulder as he approached from behind, ânoâ, he spoke. âbelieve me when i tell you this â heâs never been this smooth in his entire life. i know he probably came off a bit creepy, considering the boldness of his actions â hell, even i am creeped out because itâs pretty unusual for him to act like thisâ, he laughed, glancing at satoru to let him know that he got his back on this. âbut, what iâm trying to say is â my friend here seems to really like you as iâve never seen him be so intense and interested in anyone before. heâs also a birthday boy today â so could you at least give him a chance before turning him down so quickly? you can come sit with us before you make up your mind on whether you want to give him your number or not?â
you thought for a second, weighing the options in your mind â he was pretty, although he annoyed you a little bit by being all bossy and arrogant as if you were compelled to belong to him just because he said so. but there was just something about him you couldnât quite put your finger on that made you question yourself. were you actually drawn to him? you could say ânoâ and never hear from him again, occasionally pondering over the what-ifâs and should-haveâs from this night; or you could say âfuck itâ and see where this strange encounter goes, and live your life without regrets â as he would say. there â he was already getting under your skinâŠ
âwellâ, you sighed, âguess iâm down for thatâ
by the end of the night not only did you give him your number, but also a promise for a date the next day â the first of many to follow after.
âcareful, youâll wake her upâ, you whisper, leaning against the doorframe of your 3-year oldâs room and watching your husband place a soft peck on your daughterâs forehead.
âcanât help itâ, he speaks quietly, âshe looks like an angelâ, before fixing the blankets around her, making sure sheâs tucked in all cozily. âthe nanny said she cried for papa while we were goneâ, he puts a hand over his mouth to stop his lips from trembling, his eyes filled with nothing but love and tenderness, welling up and flowing from the corners.
âsheâs such a daddyâs girlâ, you sigh, a soft smile present on your face, ânext year we can stay home and invite everyone else over â that way we wonât have to worry about missing her bedtimeâ.
âyeaâ, he hums, âletâs do that next yearâ, giving her one last kiss before turning off the night lamp and tiptoeing to you. âcome onâ, he puts a hand at the small of your back as you both walk out of the room.
âdo you rememberâ, satoru speaks softly into your ear while walking behind you on your way to your shared bedroom, his front flat against your back, the hand at the small of it now circling around to rest over your navel, while the other â reaches for the handle of your bedroom door to push it open, âthe night we first met on my birthday?â, he continues after carefully guiding you inside.
you stop in the middle of the room, his arms still wrapped around you from behind, your hands resting over his and playing with his knuckles.
âhow can i not?â you chuckle, tilting your head back to let him rest his chin on your forehead, âthat was one hell of a fortune telling you pulled on me back thenâ
âbut i was right, no?â, he brushes his lips on your forehead before leaving a soft peck, âsee â youâre all mine now, just like i saidâ, and then another, âi made you my girlfriend firstâ, and another, âthen i gave you my last nameâ, and a fourth one, âand then you gave me a beautiful daughter, made me a fatherâ, before turning you around to face him.
âyou partly owe it to suguru though â he eased me into the situation, unlike youâ, you reply, humbling him like you always do. your head is nestled on his broad chest as one of his hands caress the back of it. still in his embrace, he slowly walks you towards the bed. sits at the edge of it and straddles you on his lap. his palms finding their way to the plush of your thighs draped over his, caressing them tenderly but needily as his fingertips press and then release against your flesh in quick repetitive motions.
âthis is because i asked him to give me a hand in case you cut me offâ, he admits, tilting his head to meet your lips, not to kiss but just to keep them brushing against each other as you speak. he loved doing this a lot.
âoh?â, you gasp into his mouth, pretending to be shocked to your core, âyou wanted me so much that you of all people, the gojo satoru, had to ask someone else for help?â
âyou have no idea. if that hadnât worked, i wouldâve fallen on my hands and knees and begged you to take meâ, one of his hands reaching the side of your face, playing his fingers on the strands of your hair covering your cheek before tucking them behind your ear.
âhmmâ, you doubt, âis that so?â, nuzzling your nose against his.
âmhmmâ, he nods, âthereâs nothing i wouldnât do for you, i thought you knew that by now. it kind of hurts my feelings that you doubt me actuallyâ, he acts offended, pursing his lips and turning his head to the side to face away from you.
âoh my, what have i done nowâ, you knit your brows and press your cheek against his, pretending to be very, very sorry about what you just said.
âyou made the birthday boy sadâ, he huffs a silly, somehow obviously forced, pout, âyouâve got to make it up to me somehowâ
âiâd do anything to make the birthday boy smile again â just say the wordâ, you sweetly pamper, patting the top of his head.
âreally?â
âreally.â
âanything?â
âanything.â
âyou promise not to go back on your word?â
âi promise.â
he pulls his cheek away from yours and looks you in the eyes, the blue in his shining with a darker shade of mischief now. and considering the smug smile on his face, you sigh â perhaps you just got yourself played, falling face down into his little trap.
âthenâ, he points at his own face, âsit on itâ
to say you were surprised by his request would be a lie. heâs many times tried coaxing you into doing this in the past but somehow you managed to avoid it, part of you still shying away from it. itâs not like his tongue has never been inside you before. but riding it as if it were his cock seemed way more obscene in your head than anything you two have ever done previously â and youâve done pretty much a lot.
âwellâ, you sigh in defeat, seems like the time has finally come, âtodayâs your lucky dayâ, you say as you get up from his lap and turn your back â a signal for him to unzip your dress â to which, of course, he immediately complies.
âas it should beâ, his crafty fingers work the slider down, slowly peeling the dress off your body and letting it fall on the floor, followed by your lace thong and bra, âitâs my birthday after allâ
âthe way you always find a way to make things go your way gets on my nerves so muchâ, you turn around again and push him on the bed and slowly climb on top of him to straddle his chest.
âmake a wish before you blow the candleâ, you look down at him, your pussy close to his face, the scent of you tickling his nostrils, and he, instinctively almost, takes a deeper breath, rolling his eyes back and hissing with delight.
âfreakâ, you quickly look away, embarrassed, but he cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him again, âi want you to look at me as you ride my faceâ, his voice comes out breathy, âwill you do that for the birthday boy?â
you nod into his palms, âyouâre insufferableâ â âsuffocate me thenâ, he coos through a grin, grabbing your knees to pull you forward until youâre above his face.
âjerkâ, you say, but softly, as you lower your cunt on his willing mouth, landing your softness on his face in slow motion, immediately earning a throaty groan from him that shudders through your pussy lips.
satoru breathes deeply in and out with your heat on his mouth, the scent of you hitting his lungs and even below, reaching all the way down to his groin to further nurture his cock already throbbing in his slacks. his hand reaching down to unbuckle them slightly, to give more space for his hard-on to grow freely.
âmoweâ, he muffles incoherently into your pussy, grabbing a handful of your ass cheeks to push you against his face, tilting his head up and down, jutting his jaw up and out to meet you.
you whimper at the friction, your clit bumping and rubbing against his nose as his lips are kissing your folds, his tongue slowly poking at your entrance with the tip before darting in â twirling around your walls â and out.
ânghhâŠs-sa-t-toââ, you barely cry out his name, tugging at his hair, mercilessly pulling him into your heat. as much as you hated to admit it, you loved this position. your embarrassment long gone and forgotten, you ride his face in a haze, your pussy getting wetter against his mouth and your movements â faster and harder each moment.
âheawen on my fongwueâ, he groans. if he could speak properly right now, he would probably make the nastiest, dirtiest remarks, shamelessly walk you through every single thing he was feeling as you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding on his face. he would probably say something about your boobs, too. how they looked so pretty jiggling ever so slightly from the movement. he canât speak right now, yes, but he can still get his thoughts reach you through actions â his hands run along your belly, gripping your breasts from below, squeezing and squishing them inside of his palms.
you clutch his hands with yours, âi canât hold this position for too longâ, and force them down on your hips for support. you hear him say something through a loud groan but itâs barely recognizable â most likely just him cursing âfuckâ and âbabyâ from pleasure under your pussy, but also from the ego boost you just gave him â that he can make you weak but at the same time desperate enough to want to continue â despite your hips giving up â not only with his cock but his mouth alone, too.
you let him take over as you chase your high, weighing on his face as his hands grip on your hips, dictating your every move, composing the tune of your hips. his tongue is no more sliding in and out as he makes you grind harder on his face â it stays in, continuously licking your sweet spot clean.
âf-fuck, fuck, fuckâŠâ, you curse loudly, reaching your hands to grab the head of the bed and hammer your pussy harder into his face, squeezing every last drop of strength left in your already cramping muscles until you cum, shuddering on his mouth.
âmfffâ, he groans throatily into your hole, sucking and slurping your juices. his hips buck in the air, helplessly searching for friction to soothe his aching cock. his half-unbuckled pants are drenched with precum, leaking out from his tip through his boxers and out through the cloth of his pants, visibly staining them.
you canât see but itâs easy to figure out from the way the bed bounces up and down as his ass meets the mattress after every time his hips fall down. âhow cuteâ, you utter as you try to calm down your breathing, cunt still resting over his face.
his eyes are half closed, rolling back and hiding their blue away. all he needs is a little push, a little rub, you know it. you know it by the way his tongue has stopped moving inside you, by the way his hands have loosened the grip on your flesh, by the way his shortened moans have grown into one long and steady groan coming from the bottom of his throat â his entire brain solely focused on the muscles of his lower body that is searching, almost beggingly, for relief.
you lean your upper body back a little, just enough to make it easier to reach his shaft while still sitting on his face. âsince youâre the birthday boyâ, you drag your words out as you place your hand on his clothed cock, feeling the wetness thatâs emerged from beneath against your palm, âiâll give you a hand.â
his ass cheeks tense and squeeze as he presses his hips against your touch, ferociously rubbing his clothed cock on the flesh of your open palm. his groans get louder as he bucks his hips under your hand, pushing them up to meet your hand harder and faster each time â just the way he forces his cock into your tight cunt as he nears â until the last three thrusts that he always prolongs in order to properly and completely pump his seed out.
the inside of your hand feels hot against his clothed cock as he seeps himself out, the stickiness of his cum absorbing itself into the material of his pants and emerging through it to reach the skin of your palm.
you lift yourself up a little only to plop your body down next to his. his mouth, cheeks, chin, even his nose, are covered in his spit and your cum, all mixed in.
âshit, babyâ, he laughs, breathing deeply in and out of his mouth, overwhelmed by the whole experience, âwhat the hell did you just do to meâ
âdo you really need me to verbalize what just happenedâ
âyesâ
ânoâ, you slap his cheek with the back of your hand, softly, before rolling on your side to rest your head on the left side of his chest, kissing it tenderly. âhappy birthdayâ
âit really isâ, he whispers, tracing a heart shape over the skin of your exposed cheek with his fingertip, âwith you, it always isâ
âdid your wish come true by any chance?â, you tilt your head to look at him.
ânot yet. but iâll work on it later tonight. for now, iâll let you catch your breathâ
âwait, wait.â, you raise a brow, âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âmy loveâ, he clears his throat, âdo you remember how i said, when we first met, that youâd be the mother of my children?â
âyea? am i not?â
âchildrenâ, he stresses.
âoh.â, it finally hits you.
âone more to goâ
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Part Four (2): âI promise, Iâll make this right.âÂ
- the jjk men promising to be a better partner for you after they forget your anniversary.Â
final [second] written part of this smau series.Â
Pt. 2: Choso, Shiu, and Gojo
Contains: angst to comfortÂ
a/n: and hereâs the last, last part with the remaining characters! again, thank you so much for being so patient! <3 once again, sorry for any mistakes!Â
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CHOSOÂ
Truthfully, you didnât know if you were actually ready to confront Choso, but you know that itâs time. You stand in front of the door to his house, and knock. You wait for less than a minute, then the door opens to reveal Yuuji on the other side, rubbing his tired eyes. His pink hair was messy, so you know that he woke up from a nap not too long ago.Â
When he registers that itâs you, he gasps loudly, then holds up a hand and smiles nervously. âH-Hi! Um, wait just a minute, Iâll grab him! Please donât leave this spot.âÂ
âI wonât leave, Yuuji.âÂ
His smile falters a bit. âNo, seriously, please donât. Me, Cho, and Megumi couldnât find you for days.â
You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. âI promise,â you say slowly, âI wonât leave.âÂ
âGood. Be right back.â He gives you a thumbs up, closes the door, and you hear him scream from behind it, âChoso!! CHOSO!!! Sheâs outside, so stop blasting your sad music and get down these damn stairs!! No, Iâm not kidding, why would I do that?!âÂ
You blink in shock, then Yuuji opens the door once more to smile sweetly at you. âHeâll be out in just a moment.âÂ
âUh- Alright, thanks.âÂ
Not too long after, Choso appears. You can immediately tell that he hasnât been sleeping much the last few days. Other than that, he looks relieved to see you there. He reaches towards you to hug you, then stops himself, remembering the situation. âHi,â he quietly greets.Â
âHi. Walk with me?â He nods, and you two walk side-by-side to a nearby park. You let the silence drag for only a few minutes before you ask him the question thatâs been weighing on you for the last couple of days.Â
âBe honest. Before we got together, did you want to date Yuki at one point?âÂ
Are you only with me because you werenât able to get with her?Â
Choso stops in his tracks, and looks over at you, eyes blown wide with shock. âNo. Never. Weâre just friends, like Iâve told you before. I know it seems like-âÂ
You hold up a hand. âCho, please just understand where Iâm coming from. The-âÂ
âI do understand,â he says desperately, taking a step closer to you. âOf course I do. That's all Iâve been thinking about. I chose to hang out with her instead of you, numerous times. Itâs unfair to you, I know, but I swear-â
âI feel like you love her.â Your biggest fear of your relationship flies out your mouth, and tears rush to your eyes, spilling down your cheeks. âEvery single time, itâs her. It feels like it wonât matter how special something isâlike our anniversaryâbecause youâll run to her the second she asks you to hang out and completely forget about me.â You take a breath and exhale slowly, trying not to make yourself look even more pathetic. âIâm tired, Cho.âÂ
âListen to me. I do not love Yuki,â Choso says slowly. âNot now, not in secret, not ever. I am in love with you. Youâre the one I want to wake up next to every morning, youâre the only one I trust when it comes to helping my siblings, and youâre the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.â He scoops your hand into his. âThereâs no way in hell that I would choose her or any other woman over you, so Iâm begging you, please get that out of your head.â
Before you can use a sleeve to wipe your tears, he wipes them for you, then uses his hand to cup your cheek. âIâm so sorry for hurting you. You spent so long planning the dinner for our anniversary and I completely forgot about it like it was nothing. I wish I could go back in time, but I canât. All I can do is beg for another chance to be a better boyfriend. So, please, let me have another chance.â
You notice that his eyes are also watery. Youâre about to point it out, but he hugs you tightly before you can, his body slightly trembling. âThese last few days have been killing me, because Iâve messed up so bad to the point where you think Iâm in love with another woman, when youâre the most amazing woman Iâve ever met in my life. I donât want anyone but you. I could never choose anyone over you. I donât care who they are.âÂ
He rubs a comforting hand up and down your back. âPlease,â he repeats once more.Â
âNever again, Choso,â you mutter shakily. âI mean it.âÂ
He sighs in relief, then kisses you. âThank you,â he whispers. âWalk back with me? I have your present back at the house. Then, we can plan another dinner, and something special after that.âÂ
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SHIU
When you enter the hotel room, you see Shiu Kong there, leaning in the chair with a light, but nervous smile. âHey, princess.âÂ
The door shuts, and you furrow your brows in confusion. âHow the fuck did you get in here?âÂ
âWell, you werenât answering your phone anymore, so I found a different way to track you.â
Your brain whirrs with multiple possible scenarios, then you roll your eyes when you figure it out. âYou asked Toji, didnât you?â Your work partner was the only one who knew your location.
âI had to blackmail him in order to find out where you were. It wasnât easy.âÂ
You give him a fake smile. âWell, I donât really care about that. You should leave.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âShiu. Donât piss me off,â you warn. âGo.â
âNot until we talk.âÂ
You cross your arms. âItâs either you leave, or I will handle you the same way Iâd handle any person that comes into my room without my knowledge or permission.â
Shiu holds his hands up. âIâll let you shoot me after I apologize.âÂ
âYouâve already apologized plenty over text. I already told you that Iâm done. Iâm better off focusing on work, and youâre better off just hanging out with your friends.âÂ
âCan you stop saying that shit? Baby, please, I swear that missing our anniversary dinner was a horrible mistake, and Iâll never make it again if you give me another chance.â When you donât answer, he sighs desperately, taking a chance with his life and walking over to where youâre standing. âIâm sorry, princess. I completely understand why youâre pissed, and like I said, Iâd let you shoot me if itâll make you feel better. However, I will say that I canât let you go. I love you.âÂ
You shut your eyes and shake your head. âLook, thatâs sweet and all, but I donât think you understand how awful it is knowing that your boyfriend chose a random night of drinking with his friends over a romantic dinner that you spent weeks planning. It makes it hard to believe that you even like me, let alone love me.âÂ
âI understand why youâre doubting my feelings for you. Anyone would after their lover forgets their anniversary. But I promise, I do love you, and if you give me another chance, Iâll show you. Iâll make you feel it. Please give me a chance to fix this.âÂ
â...But what if you donât?âÂ
âThen Iâll let you kill me, like youâve killed your other boyfriend after he fucked up and broke your heart.â When you raise your brow in question, he answers you, âToji told me about that when he warned me to leave you alone earlier. Not taking his side at all. Heard he was an asshole, anyway. But, Iâm serious. If I donât do better, and I hurt you again, I wonât run or fight back when you come to kill me.âÂ
âShiu, I donât want to kill you,â you say, slightly frustrated. âI just want you to care more.âÂ
His thumb brushes underneath your eyes. You didnât even know that you started crying. âI know, princess, âm so sorry. I promise, Iâll never make you cry again, and Iâll be better.â Heâs relieved when you allow him to hug you. âCome home, okay? Weâll talk more there, and then Iâll start making this up to you.â
You nod, then rest your head on his shoulder. âYou do know that Tojiâs more than likely going to kick your ass for blackmailing him, right?âÂ
âYouâre in my arms again, so it was worth it.â
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GOJO
Youâre speeding through the hallways of Jujutsu Tech, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. An hour ago, you got a text from Maki, your precious second-year student, telling you that something bad happened and that you need to come to the school quickly.Â
âMaki, Iâm here! Are you okay?!â You shout as you burst into the empty classroom. You find her, and you tilt your head in confusion.Â
She looks fine. In fact, sheâs standing next to a Yuuta Okkotsu, who looks like heâs about to vomit. âS-Sensei! I-âÂ
Maki cuts him off with her usual, sharp glare. âNot. A. Word.â
Inumaki and Panda are also there, and across the room, the three first years are standing stiffly.Â
Somethingâs up.Â
âOkay,â you say to the students as you cross your arms. âWhat on earth is going on?âÂ
Nobara looks over at Yuuji, whoâs sweating nervously, and raises a brow. âUm⊠Haha,â he laughs, scratching the back of his head. âDonât look at me like that, Kugisaki. H-He should be here any second, I swear!âÂ
He?Â
Suddenly, Satoru Gojo teleports in. âWhatâs going on?â He asks as he looks over at the students. âI didnât see a threat outside of the school. Yuuji said something bad happened?âÂ
âGreat!â Nobara claps her hands together. âYouâre both here!âÂ
Satoru goes quiet, and you raise an eyebrow. âUh, yeah?âÂ
Maki points to you and Satoru. âYou two need to talk.âÂ
â...Sorry?âÂ
âYou two need to talk!â Nobara repeats Makiâs words. âListen, we canât stand having our two favorite teachers separated like this. [Y/L/N]-sensei has been gone for days!âÂ
âPlus, Gojo-sensei, youâve been super stressed!â Yuuji shouts in defense. âFushiguro says that you eat a lot more sweets when youâre stressed. You ate two packs of those mini cupcakes, plus the brownie that Nanamin gave me!âÂ
When Satoru looks over at Yuuta, he throws his hands up. âNo, no, please donât look at me like that! I voted against this! I said that w-we should probably give you two some space to figure it-â Inumaki slaps a hand over his mouth.Â
âWeâre just⊠worried,â Megumi mumbles.Â
âYup!â Panda shouts. âVery worried, and thatâs why we came up with a plan to get you two back on track. Weâre going to lock you two in this room, and youâre not coming out until youâre happy and in love again!âÂ
âBecause you two are supposed to be together forever and get married and invite us to the wedding!â Yuuji pouts, and the rest of the students voice their agreements.Â
You canât believe it. They set you up. Your mouth falls open in shock, and the students all walk outside of the classroom. Maki and Nobara are the last ones out, and they both glare at Satoru. âGeto-sensei said that you missed your anniversary dinner,â Nobara hisses. âYou better give her the most amazing, romantic and extravagant dinner after this, or we will deal with you!âÂ
Behind Nobara, Yuuta chuckles nervously. â...Pretty sure that you wonât be able to get past his infinity-âÂ
âShut up, Okkotsu!â The rest of the students shout, then the door shuts and locks with a loud click. You drag a hand down your face, then scoff. Great.
âWow, theyâre really something,â Satoru chuckles, but when you donât say anything, he turns to face you, his expression serious, even with his usual blindfold on. âSay the word, and Iâll teleport you out of here. Then, Iâll talk to them.âÂ
âNo, itâs okay,â you say quietly as you sit in one of the empty chairs. âWe can talk.âÂ
As you look around the classroom, a few memories from the year before came back. âWait, this is the classroom where we met, isnât it?âÂ
âLooks like it,â Satoru says as he leans against the wall, smiling softly. âZenâin, Panda, Inumaki, and Okkotsu were first years. You were standing right here. Your first day as a transfer, and you were already teaching these kids as professionals.âÂ
âYeah.â You stifle a laugh. âYou stayed for the entire lesson, even though you had a meeting with the higher-ups. Suguru and Yaga had to practically drag you out of here so you wouldnât spend another hour flirting.âÂ
âThey were pissed, but it was worth it. Our newest team member is just so pretty,â he says, then reaches for your hand, your thumb lovingly brushing against yours as his voice dips lower. âThe most beautiful woman that my six eyes have ever seen.âÂ
Itâs a nice memory, but when you remember everything else, your smile falters. Satoru sighs, âIâm so sorry, pretty girl. Not just forgetting the annivesary dinner that you planned, but also for leaving you hanging. I donât blame you for disappearing for a few days. If I were in your shoes, I wouldâve been upset, too. I really donât have an excuse. That was just⊠wrong.âÂ
âI appreciate that, Toru, but⊠are you sure that this even works? All of the chasing, the begging to spend just a few hours together, itâs draining. I know youâre the strongest sorcerer-âÂ
âYou matter more than that,â he says firmly. âSo much more than that. If it came down to choosing between you or being the strongest, Iâm choosing you in an instant. I meant it when I said that Iâd let Toji Fushiguro kill me again before letting you go.â You wince when you remember the gruesome details of that story, but donât interrupt. âI made a horrible mistake by forgetting that date. I canât imagine how awful it was sitting at the restaurant all alone. Iâm so sorry. I donât care how long itâll take to make this up, Iâll prove that you mean the world to me.âÂ
You consider his words. While youâre still a bit hurt about being forgotten, you miss your boyfriend, and you do believe that heâll make it up to you, despite you being a bit hesitant. âOne more chance, Satoru,â you tell him. âDonât ever do this to me again.âÂ
âI wonât. I promise,â he says, lifting his blindfold to reveal the gorgeous, cerulean eyes that you love so much. âYou wonât regret this.â When you reach for him, he lowers his infinity fully to let you hug him, a long exhale leaving your body when youâre suddenly wrapped in his arms and his scent. âI missed you,â he whispers to you. âI was so worried. I couldnât find you.â
âDidnât mean to worry you.âÂ
He kisses your cheek, then pulls away from you. âOkay, time to go.âÂ
âGo where?âÂ
Satoru chuckles. âI owe you an amazing, romantic, and extravagant dinner, otherwise my students will find a way to kill me. Plus, weâre going to be disappearing for a while. I got a trip planned. Flight leaves early in the morning.â
You gasp. âWhat?! But what about work? Or the students? Or the-âÂ
He interrupts you with a feather-light kiss against your lips. âAll taken care of, pretty girl,â he purrs. âJust let me make this up to you, okay?âÂ
âAlright, but first you need to apologize to the students for wreaking havoc while you were stressed, and buy Yuuji a new brownie.âÂ
#jjk#written by rey <3#choso x reader#gojo x reader#shiu x reader#shiu kong#shiu x you#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk au#choso kamo#choso x you#gojo x you#satoru gojo#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fluff#jjk smau
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Imagine being able to see peopleâs elemental aura. If they bear a vision, the energy around them takes the color of the corresponding element. So Pyro users have a burning red-orange energy flickering about them while Dendro wielders are draped in a calm deep green. Only you can see their aura, perhaps just a special (but mostly useless) gift you were born with.
Which is why when you start working for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and are introduced to Zhongli, youâre freaking out that you canât tell anyone heâs actually the Geo Archon who is supposed to be dead.
Shimmering golden rays with a glare so intense they may just be exploding stars suspended in sunlightâŠyes, the aura around him is simply unmistakable. The Dendro Archonâs wavelength was of a similar intensity back when you attended the Sabzeruz festival. The appearance of the Raiden Shogun during Irodori had you beholding a similar feeling.
Zhongliâs every action only confirms it, not that confirmation was ever needed. His knowledge is too vast to be that of a young man, his mannerisms more ethereal than worldly, his gait steadier than stone.
Soon enough, he takes notice of the way youâre always so jittery around him â but he chalks it up to you being a naturally skittish thing. So he tries to alleviate your nerves by talking to you any chance he getsâŠnot that that helps because his every word has you even more on edge.
âSo true, bestie!â you blurt out after heâs told you something thatâs gone in one ear and out the other. âSpeaking of, isnât it so sad that Rex Lapis is dead?â
Zhongli pauses, eyeing you curiously. âMy dear, this is the third time this week you have brought up the topic of the Geo Lordâs death. Has it affected you so? Please take comfort in that He remains in all our hearts, watching over us common folk from the afterlife.â
Heâs mocking me, I just know it! you think, your cheeks heating up as you try not to stare at the divine golden aura crackling around him.
One time, as (un)luck may have it, you accidentally bump into him and spill coffee on his beautiful suit. âOh gods! Forgive me!â you wail, getting onto your knees. This timeâŠthis time heâll certainly show you his godly wrathâŠmaybe skewer you with his spearâŠor summon a fissure to swallow youâŠ
But Zhongli is chuckling softly, dabbing at the stain with his lovely embroidered handkerchief. âPlease do not fret, my friend. This is nothing a wash will not fix.â
You then insist youâll cover the cost and get it cleaned, to which he eventually accedes. HolyâŠwhen he takes it off to reveal his cream-coloured shirt underneath, itâs like his aura gets even more blinding. It takes everything in you not to just throw yourself at his feet and sing his praises.
(How gorgeous he looks as he works the rest of the day with his coat off.)
He warmly invites you over to his place for tea when you come to return his coat, now cleaned; the house is as well-kept as he is. As night falls, the glow around him only strengthens in response. You canât stop yourself from asking, mid-sip of your well-made tea:
âWhatâs Rex Lapis doing working a salaried job?â
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Close to you
One shot; bf drew x gf yn
Summary: after a night out, drew comes home seeking comfort in your warmth. Â
Genre: established relationship, fluff (cuddling with drew)
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The bed dips under Drew's weight, as he tries his best to stay quiet.Â
Itâs an hour past midnight, and after partying with his friends, heâs finally made it back home safe.Â
The warmth of his body against the sheets sends a shiver through you, but you keep your back turned, your breathing steady. His movements are slow and deliberate, but the bed still shifts as he adjusts himself.Â
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close until thereâs no space between you two. When Drew breathes you in, you take him in too; the strong smell of alcohol hitting your nose.Â
âYou smell good,â his deep voice rumbles softly against your ear.Â
You turn your head back, and in the soft glow of the dim light, you catch a glimpse of his faceâeyes closed, flushed cheeks, lips pressed into a quiet line.Â
âBecause I showered,â you whisper, bringing your arm up to his face. Your hand comes in contact with his features, running a finger along his cheek. He leans into your touch, a soft moan leaving his lips.Â
After a few seconds, Drew hums absently, âyouâre suppose to be asleep.âÂ
âI couldnât,â you softly reply. Your brain has stopped you from resting; as it races with thoughts of how his night is going, or why isnât he home yet. You know he's a grown man; yet, you still worry.Â
He leans down and presses soft kisses on your shoulder, letting his lips rest against your skin. The action sends shivers down to your spine, paired with the close proximity of Drew.Â
You turn your entire body around, now fully facing him.Â
You watch as his eyes only open halfway; peeking at you. The blue of his eyes shimmer through, and with his lips slightly parted, it almost knocks the air out of you at the beauty of his face.Â
Youâll never get used to how pretty he looks.Â
The two of you spend seconds just staring at each otherâs features; as if trying to memorize every detail there.Â
And without breaking the comfortable silence between you two, he slips his leg over yours, the roughness of his jeans gently pressing against your legs, creating a new kind of closeness.
His face buries itself deeply into the crook of your neck, his hot breath hitting the skin there. His hands rub slow, soothing circles around your waist, and with the weight of his body, warm and solid, he cages you in, fully into his embrace.Â
You smile at his touch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. As your fingers brush against the back of his neck, you can feel the muscles there tense for a split second, then gradually relax under your touch.
The alcohol on his skin is almost forgotten, replaced by the familiar scent of him thatâs always comforting, always grounding. You realize, in that moment, that it doesnât matter when he came home or what heâs been doing âitâs this closeness, this connection, that occupies your thoughts now.
âI love you.â
Every time Drew says those words, it brings a giddy flutter in your chest, like hearing them for the first time all over again. The weight of the confession, the sincerity in his voice, never fails to make your heart race.Â
âI love you more,â you whisper, the words slipping out of you that feels more natural than breathing.Â
A soft and tired laughter leaves his chest, low and content, as if this moment, cuddled under the sheets with you, is all he needs.Â
âImpossible,â you hear him mutter against your skin, his arms tightening around you. His words hang in the air, like a quiet promise. âImpossible.â
You smile even harder at the thought; your stomach twisting in an uncomfortably, fluttering way. Love canât be measured; but somehow, Drew always insists his love for you goes beyond anything.Â
And now, wrapped in his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips, the warmth of his skin pressing against yoursâit almost feels like heâs right. Maybe love can be measured, not in grand gestures or promises, but in moments like these. In the soft, quiet silence of being with him, in the feeling of being held, cherished, and completely safe.
In this space, with him, it feels like everything has finally fallen into place.
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ÖŽ àŁȘđ€ a/n: something short and sweet for you! hope you enjoyed this short fluff! And I want to officially announce that I'm currently working on a new series called In Between, featuring my fav star, Drew Starkey ofc. it's going to be friends-to-lovers, so look forward to it! My progress is rllyyyyy slow, so im begging for some patience đđ And yes, not a big deal is currently in progress, with pt4 as soon as next week (hopefully
#drew starkey#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey x you#fiction#fluff#one shot#oneshot#relationship#love
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Try Me
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader
Warnings: suggestive
"Lan, c'mon..please don't go." You whined tightening your grip on Lando's shirt. "Stay with me"
"Baby, I want to, believe me, I do, but I told you I promised your brother to go out with him tonight. Why don't you come along with us?" He asked holding your cheeks between his hands and leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose.
"Because I want to spend some time alone with you. Why can't he go out with Charles or anyone else?"
"Charles is not feeling well, and besides, it will be suspicious if I turn him down for the second time today." He explained trying to get some sense into you, but you just decided to be a brat today because, well, you just felt like it. You wanted his attention. You needed his attention.
"Fine. Go with him then. I don't care." You pouted crossing your arms and turning your gaze away from him.
"Y/n.." He sighed turning your chin with his finger making you look at him. "I'm trying my best to spend as much time as possible with you here. If Carlos knew I spent the whole day with his sister in her hotel room I'd probably be a dead man right now. So if you want me alive, you gotta let me go now okay?"
Everything Lando said made sense. It's true that Carlos would haunt Lando for the rest of his life if he knew that he had been seeing his 5 years younger sister for over 6 months now. It's also true that Lando is a bit torn between the two of you. He doesn't want any trouble with his best friend, but he also doesn't want to even think about having to stop seeing you.
Lando and you were not in a relationship, well, not officially, you didn't call it a relationship because you were forbidden to him. You had been seeing each other for half a year and both of you knew that there was something more between you, more than just sex although you never put a label on it. The more time passed the more you liked each other and wanted to spend more time together so it got harder to keep it a secret.
"Give me a kiss" He said leaning down to your lips. You hesitate for a second, but give in rolling your eyes which Lando doesn't take very well. "No, no, don't do that."
You ignore him and head towards the bathroom not wanting to wait until he leaves your room. You just wanted to show your dissatisfaction with all your might.
"I'll talk to you later okay?"
"Whatever" You muttered before slamming the bathroom door shut.
Later that night, Lando was texting you just to check up on you, to see what you're doing, to see how you're spending your time without him and you decided to continue being a brat for the rest of the night. Because you just felt like it today.
'Just took a shower. Think I'm gonna go check up on Charles since he's not feeling well'
You replied smirking knowing that you mentioning Charles would completely push his buttons with you tonight. Ever since Carlos introduced you to them, both Charles and Lando have been trying to flirt with you. Only Charles has been doing it directly and Lando was more subtle with it. Lando was always more mysterious about it, that's probably the reason why you were attracted to him and not Charles.
So ever since he got his eyes on you, he hated that Charles was trying to get your attention. He hated that he was still doing it and yet he couldn't do anything about it because you two were a well kept secret.
'Oh really? Carlos and I saw him. He's just fine so you don't have to do that.'
He was replying back to your messages within seconds. You knew he was going crazy about it.
'Well, I'm gonna go check anyway'
Of course you weren't gonna go. You were all ready for bed, but since you didn't get what you wanted tonight, you decided to play with his head a little.
'Y/n..You have nothing to look for in his room'
'I mean it's not like I have a boyfriend if you really think about it. So..I don't think it would be inappropriate, no? '
'I can hear the attitude through the text. Fix it, before I fuck it out of you.'
His text sent shivers through your body. You threw your head back against your pillow sighing and reminiscing the way this morning the bed was squeaking beneath you two.
'I don't think you're gonna do anything about it'
'Oh, try me then'
#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris fanfic#lando x reader#lando norris smut#lando norris#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 fic
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Hiiii. I LOVE ur underrated softie fic â€ïž I was wondering if u could do one kinda similar but itâs friends to lovers and heâs overprotective over little things? U donât have to use this but I was thinking things like he doesnât want u to burn ur hand on the stove or like u sneeze and heâs fretting over u and worried ur sick? And everyone can see heâs in love but reader is oblivious lol. Thank uuuu
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Logan Howlett x Reader
A/N: I hope you enjoy this!! I hope you find the fluff quite cute!
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It was a privilege for some to have Logan Howlett as a friend.Â
Inside his inner circle, he had quite the humor, he assured you heâd have your back, and among many other things, he always had the best things to say when you needed it.Â
Some may call it more than a loyal friendship, but all you could see at the moment was that you and Logan were the closest of friends. Nothing more, nothing less.Â
Of course you were oblivious to the fact that everyone knew he was truly, deeply, madly, in love with you and all you thought was that he was an annoying, overbearing best friend, who constantly treated you like a little child who canât do things for herself.Â
At first, there were the little things that you thought would slide, you know? But the more he did these little things constantly, the bigger they made you feel unqualified to even do anything at all for yourself!
Like two weeks ago.Â
It was a Saturday morning. Well, almost the end of the morning. You overslept for the first time in a while as it was almost lunch time. You spent all Friday night till late, checking your students papers and preparing class discussions and topics for the rest of the next week ahead to give way to a restful weekend.Â
Because you slept late, you were most likely to wake up late. Like really late. But as soon as 12:00 pm hit, Logan, who was around the whole X Mansion, knew you werenât around yet.Â
Had you eaten yet? Showered? Exercised? Anything at all? These were basic questions that Logan took seriously that one Saturday and wanted to make sure you werenât, as silly as it sounded, dead or kidnapped!Â
As you were heavily sleeping and unaware of how it was lunch time now, Logan now stood by your door, gently knocking it and calling your name.Â
No response.Â
âY/N?â He asked again, putting an ear to the door. He listened to shallow snores, relieved to hear you were just sleeping.Â
He slowly turned the doorknob around, quietly opening the door with another gentle knock to make his presence known.Â
âDarling,â he said, âDid you eat this morning and fall back asleep?â
Upon hearing his voice, you, still with eyes closed, muttered a small no, which earned a huff of disappointment from Logan.Â
âCome on, doll,â he said, now sitting by your bed, âI wanna make you some scrambled eggs and orange juice.âÂ
âMâkayâ you groaned, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You felt Loganâs hands on your wrists, trying to pull your hands away from your face.Â
âStop rubbing your eyes, you know youâre gonna get wrinkles the more you do that.â
âShut up, Logan,â you groaned, âI just woke up. Please.â
Logan just laughed, and pulled you out of bed to get you on your feet.Â
While you were heading towards the door, Logan moved in front of you, opening the door for you as you continued rubbing your eyes from the instant light of the hallway outside.Â
Loganâs arm was hung around your shoulder as you slumped towards the kitchen out of sleepiness. You knew you were getting some stares from other students who passed by, seeing Logan cling onto you. Oblivious to the fact that they were thinking about how Logan was being boyfriend material again for the thousandth time, you assumed they thought you were wasted somehow, needing stability support from Logan.Â
âYou donât need to walk so close to me, people might think I was drunk or something last night.âÂ
âNah, nobodyâs ever gonna think that of you, Y/N,â he replied, âEveryone knows you were being a goodie two shoes and probably checking your studentsâ papers.â He replied, still hanging his arm over you.Â
When the both of you arrived at the kitchen, your hand was about to reach over for the stool until Logan quickly pulled it out for you already to sit down.Â
You didnât know if it was the âjust woke upâ morning feelings you still had or the typical annoyance you had for when Logan treated you like a baby, but you looked at him with a deadpan look.Â
âI had that one covered, Lo.â
Logan, already whisking the eggs in a bowl displayed a small smile on his face, âYeah, me too.â
âHey, lovebirds!â Storm announced her presence briefly.Â
You shook your head in disapproval of that nickname, knowing very well that you and Logan were only best friends. It was a clear fact, right?!
Storm, just pouring herself a cup of coffee, checked up on what Logan was making and smiled at him with a pleased look on her face. âWanna save some for me or these all for your girl over here?â
âOh, Ororo, itâs cool, you can have some-â
âThese last few eggs from the egg carton are for this child right here,â Logan interrupted you, âShe didnât have anything to eat yet.â
âOookay,â Storm chuckled to herself. She wasnât hungry anyways, just in the mood for some light bantering. âIâve gotta meet Scott now anyways. Bye you two!â
You waved her goodbye as she made her way out. Leaving you and Logan back alone again.Â
There was already a carton of orange juice and a glass in front of you, as if Logan had already prepared some stuff before waking you up. So you poured yourself a glass of your favorite breakfast drink and watched Logan cook your eggs.Â
You knew your best friend was pretty good at cooking the simple stuff like scrambled eggs, he always made them for you. But you wanted to at least contribute to your own breakfast somehow. Sometimes it just didnât feel right for Logan to do everything for you no matter how much he insisted.Â
âCan I help cook?â You said, tip-toeing from the stool to see Loganâs progress.Â
âJust stay there. Let me handle this.â
You pouted, still watching him from your tip-toe position, which he definitely caught without even having to look up from his cooking. âAnd sit down properly. Youâre gonna make a fool outta yourself when you fall, bub.â
You scoffed, feeling like an absolute child. âFuck off, Logan. Iâm not a child.âÂ
âYou sure look like one,â he replied now looking at you with a grin, âAn adorable one.âÂ
Before you could even reply to what you thought was a friendly yet teasing comment from your best friend, he served you a plate of his best scrambled eggs.Â
Just by the smell of it, you instantly felt so hungry, getting a spoon and fork and just going at it.Â
âSo delicious,â you murmured, indulging in lunch, or very late breakfast.Â
Logan sat by the stool beside you, âHey look over here,â he said in focus of your face.Â
You turned to him with a confused look as he scanned your mouth. You werenât sure what he was planning to do until he placed a finger over the corner of your mouth, softly dusting crumbs from there to your cheek while you were still chewing.Â
âThere we go,â he said, getting a raise of an eyebrow from you.Â
âSeriously?â You said, being interrupted from eating. âI couldâve done that later on when Iâm done eating.â
Your serious look changed with a surprised chuckle when Logan, who youâve never seen in a million years do, just stuck his tongue out of ridicule. âWhatever, darl,â he replied, âIf the professor sees you ravaging an entire plate of eggs like youâve never eaten before, Iâm not saving you from embarrassment.â
âPlease, as if you canât help yourself from saving me from something somehow.â You teased, making Logan look away from you to cover the pink spots that were growing on his cheeks.Â
Now fast forward to today.Â
You were invited to a girls night out with Jean and Ororo. But they already went ahead, or actually, on time since you stayed back for an hour or two, catching up with your work and checking your studentsâ papers.Â
Logan had already disliked the idea of you catching up with the girls at a later time. He already offered to check the papers for you, despite not knowing anything about the topic you taught. He just hated to see you call a cab on your own.Â
âYouâre not really thinking about going out alone, are you?â He already asked you earlier.Â
âDo you want me to come with you?â He prompted this time, with you shaking your head and assuming heâd follow you inside the bar like a lap dog and drop you off there. âI can at least drive you and I wouldnât even have to step outta the car!âÂ
You looked up at the ceiling, expressing defeat, muttering, âFine!â This of course made Logan happy and relieved, turning around to get, or in other words, steal one of Scottâs cars.Â
The ride to the club was merely quiet as you were doing final touches with your makeup. Logan from time to time, would take glances at you, knowing how beautiful you were with and without the use of makeup.Â
Once you arrived at the club, Logan took a good look at you and reminded you to call him if you needed a ride home so he could come back as soon as possible, and of course to be careful.Â
Over the first hour at the club, you and the girls were starting it steady and still with easy going cocktails, talking about anything and everything.Â
Storm, being like the older sister of the group, was hard to be persuaded into drinking a lot later on with you and Jean. But you told her that Logan was gonna pick you up and might as well be picking the two of them up with you as well, she caved in⊠with the idea of teasing you about you and your watchdog of a friend later on.Â
âSo when is Logan ever gonna call you his girlfriend!â Storm asked bluntly, after taking one cocktail in. She was definitely a lightweight with all her years of being a designated driver or sister/mom of the group.Â
âWhat?â you replied with a question that carried a silly undertone. âGirlfriend? What the heck are you talking about?â
âOh come on, Y/N. What can you say about all the little things he does for you? Heâs practically babying you like youâre his world!â Jean explained, taking another sip from her drink.Â
âI get that he does that, but itâs only a friendly and annoying thing he does to me. Thatâs it.. Right?â you trailed as you saw the smirks coming out of both Jean and Storm.Â
âOh honey,â Storm giggles, âHeâs smitten for you! And you should reciprocate! You both would be the cutest couple in school, aside from Jean and Scott of course.â
You grinned to yourself as you took another sip of your favorite cocktail, pondering about the possibility of being more than friends with Logan. I mean, letâs be honest. He is ridiculously good looking, he tells the best jokes, and heâs never given you as much focus and affection towards you than anyone else.Â
Before you could ponder further, Storm and Jean pulled you out from your seats, heading to the dance floor with shots for the three of you to take. Time flew fast as you were dancing the night away with the girls, taking a couple of more shots from time to time, giggling and twirling around like girls who never had the chance to party this hard.Â
Unbeknown to you, Logan had been calling your phone a couple of times, making buzzing noises and vibrations on your phone, which you didnât feel since it was inside your bag. You were busy going back to the bar to get a plate of more shots.
Once there was a plate of shots on your hand, you waved over to your girl friends who waved back in excitement.Â
You were holding the plate with a good grip, walking towards the center of the dance floor where your friends were dancing. It was that final step toward your friends that instantly altered the course of your entire night.Â
It all happened so fast when you took a slip onto the floor, banging your head. Somehow the shots didnât fall on you, but that didnât matter. Your head was throbbing with instant pain and your friends quickly asking you questions like if you were okay started sounding like mumbles.Â
You slowly sat up, placing a hand on the back of your head, wincing at the pain. This time, you were able to feel a buzz coming from your bag and as you stood up with the help of your friends, you took the call.Â
âHello?â you murmured, âWhoâs calling?â
âMe, idiot!â It was Logan. âIâve been trying to reach you three times, why havenât you been answering?âÂ
You rubbed your head, trying to ease the pain as there was another pain coming from the end of your phone, âUgh, not now Logan, I think Iâm about to have a migraine.â
There was a short pause on Loganâs end. If you were able to see him right about now, you could see his face turn into a look of deep distress.Â
âWhat happened?â He said the question in the form of what it sounded to be a command. âWhoâs ass do I have to kill?â
âUm, nobody?!â You said in discontent. Logan was becoming, or already was in overprotective mode. âI just took a bad fall right before you called and my head hurts and-â
âAre you drunk?âÂ
âGod, no, Logan! Seriously? I wasnât even finished yet-â
âIâm picking you all up now.â Logan said, sounding in a rush from the sound of the background. It sounded as if he already closed the door and was on his feet.
The phone call ended and the girls rushed you to sit down, with an ice pack on hand already, requested immediately while you were taking the call.Â
It felt like only a few minutes of icing your head up when Logan bursted through the doors of the club, appearing in front of you.Â
Once he got the story after asking how you were and how bad the fall was, Logan started calming down, turning back to his over caring mode.Â
"I told you to be careful! See, this is why I don't want you going out without me!â
Jean and Storm shared understanding smiles as they witnessed Logan go all soft on you.Â
âOh shut up Logan, I just wanna go home,â was all you wanted to say for now. There wasnât any place like home right now, just being in your pajamas and resting up in your bed.Â
âAlright, bub,â he replied, getting a hold of you and clinging your arm around him.Â
The ride back to the X Mansion was as quiet as it was going to the club earlier. You were resting your eyes and about to doze off in the front seat while Storm and Jean were looking out of their respective car windows in the back. Logan was just thinking about how he was gonna take care of you tonight and tomorrow while driving back home.Â
He felt so guilty and awful for not being around you this evening and wished he was there to save you from that fall. Though at the same time, he was starting to grow tired of doing all these acts of love without you knowing he loved you. He always knew you saw him as a best friend and he was scared youâd only see him as that.Â
While Jean and Storm went back to their respective bedrooms, Logan brought you over to yours and you were just ready to jump into bed until he scanned your head, holding you gently by the shoulders.Â
âDoes your head still hurt?â
âIâll be okay,â you promised, rubbing the back of your head.Â
âThat isnât what I asked, Y/N.â
You crossed your arms, getting a little annoyed with the mini interrogation. âIt doesnât hurt anymore, okay? It was just a slip, okay? It wasnât like I fell off a cliff and somehow survived! Jesus, Logan, itâs like youâve been treating me like a baby lately and I really canât understand why! Iâm a grown woman!â
âI was just trying to protect you!â he defended himself, placing his hands on your crossed arms.Â
âWho gave you that right?!âÂ
Loganâs hands fell from your arms and found themselves in the pockets of his leather jacket. He shot you a fast heartsick look and started looking at the floor when he started confessing:
âIâve learned that when you love someone, you protect them with your entire life at stake, and right now, my guts tell me to do the same.âÂ
âSomehow I thought that if I did all of this, it would finally click for you one day,â he continued, âBut God, how blind can you be? Iâm in love with you, Y/N.âÂ
Logan was met with your silence, still being able to process his raw confession, and thinking about what Storm and Jean had mentioned briefly at the bar, tying all of this together into reality. How oblivious and clueless were you really? You felt so ashamed of your snaps and unappreciated gestures now when it came to everything Logan did for you.Â
Logan turned sideways, ready to face the door heading out of your bedroom, âLook,â he said, âWhy donât you freshen up and sleep tight, okay? Come back to me tomorrow when you figure things out.â
Logan turned around, facing your door, but out of a whirlwind, you swiftly grabbed him by the wrist to turn him around. His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could utter a word, you pulled him closer, your breath mingling with his. Without a moment's hesitation, you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his with an urgency that had been building for what felt like forever.
Logan's initial surprise melted away as he responded, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you even closer. The world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of you in that electric moment. His lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and fervor, as if every emotion he had kept bottled up was pouring out through that kiss.
Time seemed to slow, the intensity of the kiss deepening as you both let go of any reservations. His hands moved to cradle your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the frantic beat of your own.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, you both stayed close, foreheads touching as you caught your breath. His eyes searched yours, filled with the same longing and passion that had fueled the kiss, and you knew that everything had changed in that single, perfect moment.
"You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay." Logan teased with his worst lie ever.Â
âOh yeah? How about another then?â you proposed, wrapping your arms around him again. âI think you deserve it anyways.â
âProve it, darling.â
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John Price x wife x Simon - now lets talk about John who wants kids but found out he canât get you pregnant so asks a trusted friend - Simon
NSFW so minors dni (breeding kink, pinv unprotected)
(John x reader x Simon all links here)
John had proposed the idea one night and you had brushed it off, you did it again the second time, but the third time he told you about the idea, about how he had a friend who he would trust with his life and so would trust to get his wife pregnant, you started to think about it.
It was something that had clearly been weighing on his mind, on both your minds really though yours in a different way. Kids had always been in your idea of the future, especially a future after John's retirement, but after a year of trying with no success you both found yourself at a doctor holding a result that told you John couldn't have kids.
It was a hard blow for both of you but you decided to give yourselves some time to deal with the emotions of it first. That was, until John came up behind you one day in the kitchen for the third time, chin resting on your shoulder as he told you a way that you could have a kid that may not be his biologically but one he would love wholeheartedly.
"Let's just sit down, the three of us, and talk about it," he said.
So you agreed, "just talk no promises" you told your husband and he kissed your cheek with a smile, moustache tickling your skin as you laughed and wriggled away from him.
It was a night that had you making dinner and talking about your week, filling the silence nervously as you cleaned the plates away, before John pulled you to the living room and onto his lap on one sofa, Simon taking the other.
You both listened as Simon told you that he wanted kids but didnât feel he could have a relationship. He didnât want to just be some guy to your kid, he wanted to be another dad, who got to see them and take them at weekends and be no different to you or John. John's hand was a steady weight on your back as you listened, and then after a moment to think about it agreed, the three of you deciding to forgo the expensive procedures with doctors and, as John said, do it the olâ fashioned way.
So here you were, lying on your back and looking up at Simon who was slowly pushing himself into you. John was sitting in the chair in the corner, having spent the last forty minutes or so helping Simon stretch you open, using his thumb on your clit as Simon curled his fingers inside you until you had come twice before John said you were ready.
"Fuck," Simon groaned and your hands clawed at the covers until he was fully seated inside you.
Your eyes were tearing up. He was bigger than John, although not as girthy, and hitting you deeper than you had felt before. Your head rolled to the side towards John and he could see in your eyes that you needed something more, sitting up from the chair and coming to kneel by the bed.
"You can take it." John stroked a hand over your head. "Can't you, angel?"
"Mhm!" You moaned, Simon's fingers digging into your hips as he started to thrust into you faster.
"Let me hear you," John said, thumb pressing down on your chin so you stopped biting your bottom lip and let your moans out.
You weren't sure who to moan for, what to do. "I can take it," you said, looking at John, but he shook his head.
"Tell Simon."
You rolled your head back and looked up at Simon, your fingers reaching to stroke along his knuckles before he took your hand in his. "I-I can take it, Si-" You cut off on another moan and Simon's eyes were nearly rolling to the back of his skull.
You were both getting close, Simon's chin tucked to his chest as he watched his cock get lost in you and your eyes were rolling when John started rubbing circles on your clit.
"Gonna fill my wife up?" John asked and Simon grunted, his eyes flicking up to yours.
"You goin' to let me? Let me get you good and pregnant?" Simon asked through his grunts and your back archesd off the bed, muttering of please, please, please passing your lips in breathy moans.
"Need you to come for me first," he said and John kept that steady pressure against your clit that he knew you liked, his lips pressed against your temple.
John reached for your other hand, the one not holding Simon's and felt you squeeze it as you came closer to your orgasm. "You're so good," he whispered against your skin "You're doing so well, you're almost there."
"Fuck, Simon! J-John!" You squealed and both men groaned, John wrapped his hand around his cock and stroking it in time with Simon's thrusts.
Your body tensed and relaxed as you came, Simon holding you there with one hand on your hip, your head turning and kissing John who was spilling over his hand. He swallowed all of your moans, pulling back when Simon started to work through his release and he pulled Simon to you, his friend now kissing his wife as he spilled into you.
Simon's kisses were different from John's and you let go of both their hands to run through his hair. He was softer in his kisses, tentative almost as small whines came from the back of his throat until his body relaxed on top of yours.
"Hips up, baby," John's voice came from beside you and Simon pulled back, rolling to the side as John slid a pillow under your hips.
"I don't know if there's science behind this," you giggled, dizzy and sated.
"Not taking any chances," Simon whispered, his rough hand running down your stomach.
After a while the men carried you to the bath, washed you and had you hydrated and tucked back under the covers. If you had been more aware of your surroundings and not on the edge of a deep sleep, you would probably be thinking about that might have been it, how you, Simon and John might be having a baby.
Simon bent down and kissed your forehead, smiling against your lips when you tilted your head up to kiss him proper.
"Well, I should-" Simon reached for his jeans but you stopped him with a hand wrapped around his wrist.
"Stay," you said, tugging his wrist once.
His eyes flicked to your husband and he must have found whatever he was looking for because he dropped his jeans by the side of the bed and lay down beside you, pulling your body into his chest.
John lay on your other side, pulling the duvet up and switching off the bedside lamp.
John had wondered if part of him would struggle with this set up, whether he would get jealous and call it off, yet when he looks at you in Simon's arms it feels right. Especially when, even while asleep, you reach a hand out to wrap around his.
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ready to run into the sea after writing that
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Can I request Emil catching one of his maids flirting with us
yandere king emil
cw;; violence, stalking, yandere stuff, manipulation
im gonna post this bc i don't think its bad per-say but i don't know if it fits exactly what you wanted. if you're not satisfied feel free to send your request again!!
i don't really imagine this as the reader being oblivious but more like looking past all the obvious red flags because they thought they had a friend who could understand them better than the other people around them including emil.
also im a whore for rofan manhwa bullshit. please check off "cartoonishly evil maid/noble woman minor love rival" on your bingo cards.
usually emil wouldn't feel threatened by the lower class, obviously you wouldn't be interested in them. except you are.
he notices it first when she comes into your shared bedroom in the morning. she's not the usual maid and the way she goes about pouring the morning tea is atrocious, probably because her eyes are glued to your half dressed body. you smile at her and thank her even though she spilled some of your tea with her gawking. when emil mentions dismissing her for her unacceptable behavior you just brush it off saying she was just nervous.
apparently that day the normal maid was sick. and she's still sick a week later. you're currently in the garden trying your hand at some embroidery but you're not very good at it. emil watches from his office window as that maid comes up and offers to help you. you are too excited to accept her help, can't you see she just wants something from you? he finds himself hoping she accidentally pricks you with the needle so he can have a good excuse to kill her. she didn't.
then there's the bath incident. usually he likes taking baths together but you wanted to be alone. that would be fine if he hadn't just watched that annoying maid slip into the bath room. he finds himself following her. the bath room is full of steam as you soak in the hot water making it hard for emil to see anything exactly. but he'd recognize your relaxed form anywhere. the maid steps through the thick steam and asks if you want her to apply some new oils to your hair. its something she found at a market and its supposed to be relaxing lavender. its technically her job to do these tasks so emil can only watch in frustrated silence as she gets to run her fingers through your hair. you smell like her for the rest of the night and god it makes him angry.
every time he sees you with her his stomach twists in anger. he can't be angry with you, you're a kind person and you've proven it time and time again. but this maid. she doesn't deserve your kindness, she doesn't deserve to gently touch your arm, she doesn't deserve to laugh with you. he's asked you what you think of her and you tell him it's so nice to have a friend and how apparently she was born in your home kingdom before moving here. it makes him want to kill her even more. but he holds back because you're just so happy.
finally she goes too far. you're outside excitedly talking to her about a new book you read. you showed him that one too but he didn't share your excitement for the story. not like she was. he wanted to run over there, to run her through with his sword. but he couldn't stop it. he watched helplessly as she touched your arm again and with a blushing face she shyly confessed her feelings. he watched her try to kiss you. he watched the way your face changed from shock to horror. your eyes darted around until they landed on him, you always knew he was nearby if you needed him.
apparently she'd lied about being from your home country to get closer to you. apparently she'd learned your native tongue at another job and used it to manipulate you. apparently she heard a rumor that you would take concubines and she saw it as her chance to climb the ranks. emil was standing behind her, his blade through her chest and his eyes dark with anger. you stood there with tears in your eyes looking at him with so much hurt.
emil isn't lenient with maids that flirt with you anymore. they get a warning from the head maid and if they continue the behavior then emil reserves the right to punish as he sees fit. its not always violent, sometimes he just sentences them to jail for 10 years.
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best friends dad
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âŁïž âŁïž âŁïž
ârafe, what if we get caughtâ you try to say in between the sloppy make-out session, as rafe pushes you into a dark room. your stomach instantly fills with butterflies at the thought of someone walking in or walking by and hearing the things rafe is about to do to you.
âjust stay quiet for me, baby,â rafe says, while his hand runs through your hair, pulling at it slightly.
his hard-on pressing into you, pulling you out of your worried thoughts. he grabs the back of your thighs, lifting, and setting you down onto a table in the corner of the room.
slipping in between your thighs, he almost instantly starts grinding, making you wetter. âhurry, please.â you, wrap your arms around him, grinding your hips deeper into him trying to create some friction.
âfuck, you feel so goodâ he groans, resting his head on your shoulder making your hips move faster with the help of his hands. âbetter than your wife?â you smirk, knowing his wife is just downstairs âshut up.â he pulls you off the table, turning you around in one swift moment.
he pulls at your small shorts letting them fall along with your underwear. you press your back against him, head falling on his shoulder, as his hand trails down, slipping into your wet folds, rubbing slowly. and the other pressing into your belly pushing you deeper into his back.
âbe a good girl, and stay quiet, yeah?â he whispers, breathing lowly into your ear sending shivers down your spine. his fingers push into you slowly, pumping into the wetness you've had all day since he walked into the gathering party that was held for god knows who.
âstop teasing and fuck me.â you hiss, needing more than his fingers. âso needy, huh?â he starts kissing your neck, sucking lightly, not enough to leave bruises.
he slips his hand under your shirt, cupping your breast, messaging it softly. âno bra?â he says, and you can almost feel his smirk.
âhow do you want it, baby?â his voice sounding more lustful than when you first started.
âAnway. just as long as youâre in meâ you say almost moaning, hearing your wetness with every thrust of his fingers. âPlease rafe, fuck me.â
you were willing to beg to get him to fuck you. he's been eye fucking you, and sending dirty messages all day.
he spreads your legs, as you hear his pants fall onto the ground with a loud *clink* from his belt. âif i hear one sound come out that pretty mouth I'm stopping, got that?â he warns, holding your hips steady against him as he aligns himself with you.
you nod fast preparing yourself to try and stay quiet. âuse your words.â he says sounding impatient. âyes, i promise to be quiet.â you nod repeatedly again.
that was all he needed to hear. his hips snapping into you, thrusting slowly, fingers digging into your sides. you bite your lip holding back your moans, while your hips match rafes pace perfectly.
âwhat would your wife think of this?â you tease. you always hated her, not because of rafe but because she was just a bitch who thought she was above everyone else. âdonât bring up my fucking wife while im fucking youâ he growls, thrusting into you faster taking all the words right out of your mouth.
you feel him brush against your g spot making your eyes roll back and your mouth hang low. âso fucking perfect and wetâ he praises, pushing into your belly, feeling himself.
âyou feel how deep i am baby?â⊠âyou feel how good i make you feel?â he groans forcing you to choke out words.
âi..iâ ⊠âfuckâ you moan not able to answer him. he just smirks knowing the control he has over you.
you start to tighten and pulse around him holding onto the table for balance. you were always used to a quick fuck with rafe. this all started a year ago when you both were drunk at midsummer and he took you to his boat and fucked you.
âwhere do you want me to cum, baby?â rafe asks, as you both start to feel the fiery feeling in the pit of your stomach, ready for release.
âin me.â you manage to moan out, arching your back and feeling your release come closer. âfuck.â rafe moans throwing his head back and thrusting faster. âwe need to stop doing this.â he refers to the no condom usage. âbut it feels.. too good not to.â
âcum fâme, baby.â he says holding his groan, placing his hand on your clit, rubbing just enough for you to cum.
âoh, fuck rafe.â you cry out quietly trying to keep your moans low. âi told you to be quiet didn't i?â he brings a hand up to your mouth, as you both cum.
the tightening of your pussy clenching around him sends him into the most pleasurable state he's ever been in. as for you, you were a moaning mess against his hand that was muffling your sounds, only making him drive into you faster, sending you over the edge from your orgasm.
âholy fuckâ you finally let out, when his hand pulls away and he starts to slow down. your head dropping forward as your shaky hands try their best to hold you up and your legs try to stable themselves.
he pulls out slowly letting out a final groan. you both say nothing as you pull on your pants.
âiâll pick you up on the boat tomorrow night?â he questions but it was more of an plan. all you can do is nod, still trying to catch your breath.
he smirks kissing you on the forehead before leaving and probably on his way to find his wife. but all you could do was smirk knowing his cum is dripping down your legs and not hers.
âŁïž âŁïž âŁïž
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what are friends for? - e.m.
best friend eddie munson x fem reader
18+ ONLY MDNI
warnings: period talk/period blood, eddie is the sweetest as always, grinding, fingering, one singular use of daddy
a/n: thank you to @callsignraver for the title idea đ€ the eddie edit was made by me! you can use it, just please credit my side blog (strangergraphics), if you do. now enjoy xx.
âCome on, sweetheart. You can tell me,â he sounds so sincere, which is why you canât even look at him.
Because looking at him would just open a set of floodgates that you arenât prepared to deal with right now.
Looking at him is only going to fuel the fire that is raging in your lower abdomenâ that was lit the moment you stepped foot in the trailer.
A fire that heâs been steadily stoking with each brush of his fingertips against yours as you reach for more popcorn. Or when his knee bumps casually into yours as he shifts on the small sofa.
Which for someone as fidgety as Eddie Munsonâ was a lot.
âI promise Iâm not gonna laugh or anything, just tell me whatâs wrong.â
Your best friend had been able to pick up on the shift in your mood almost immediately. But he chose not to comment on it until now, unable to handle it any longer.
But how in the hell were you supposed to tell him that itâs his fault? That heâs driving you crazy?
That you want nothing more than to have his fingers buried inside you?
âYou wouldnât get it,â you sigh, shifting your body further away from him on the sofa.
Clinging onto the arm for dear life as you pretend to watch the clash of light sabers on the tv screen.
His snort has your eyes rolling.
âTry me.â
Your hands move up to rub your temples, eyes slipping shut.
âItâs a dumb girl thingââ
He jumps up off the sofa before you can even finish your sentence, returning from the bathroom mere moments later with a bottle of Advil in tow.
Eddie doesnât register your confused expression as he stands before you, holding out the bottle.
âCramps, right?â he asks, a kind smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You feel embarrassed, because of course thatâs what he would think. Heâs heard you drone on and on about it over the years. He only wants to help, like the kind friend that is he is.
Friend, being the keyword here.
âI umâŠâ you mumble, taking the bottle from his outstretched hand.
You attempt to ignore the heat that continues to pool in between your thighs as you stare at the veins protruding from his hand. The way his thick fingers were previously gripping onto the pill bottle.
How they would feel gripping your inner thighsâŠ.
No. Stop it.
You mentally scold yourself, chewing on your lower lip as he takes a seat on the sofa.
âI appreciate it, but thatâs not the issue.â
Now heâs the one who looks confused, leaning forward as he scratches at the stubble on his jaw.
âThen what is it?â he prods.
Eddie knocks his knee into yours again, tingles shooting up your spine from the subtle touch.
âItâs just, Iâm feelingâŠâ
âTired?â
âNo.â
âBloated?â
âNo!â
âHangryââ
âHorny!â you shout, startling you both, âIâm horny.â
Your voice has gone soft, a near whisper compared to your previous volume. The air around you is suddenly thicker, and you are once again unable to meet his gaze.
âOh,â he says after a long pause.
âYeah, oh.â
You feel the tips of your ears warming as you continue to stare down at your lap. The beginning chords of the imperial march are the only thing filling the uncomfortable silence between you.
âI mean, I could always help you,â he replies finally.
His words cause your eyes to shoot up in surprise, your head turning to meet his molten hues.
âThatâsâ I wouldnât ask you to do that, Ed.â
His ringed hand suddenly reaches over to rest on your knee, fingers slipping beneath the rips in your jeans.
âWhat if I want to?â
Now youâre the one rendered speechless.
âWhat if I have wanted to⊠for a long time,â he continues, his other hand reaching up to cup your cheek.
His thumb brushes over your lower lip, determination in his eyes as he leans further into your space. You canât help how your body gravitates towards him, your hands clutching onto the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
You can feel the way his breath mingles with yours, nicotine and movie theater butter. But itâs the flecks of honey in his eyes that break down your remaining defenses.
You answer him with a kiss, lightly pressing them to his. Testing the waters. Eddie eagerly deepens it, pulling you in closer until youâre in his lap. Your thighs bracket his hips, his hands encircling your waist.
The kiss becomes heated, faster than either of you are prepared for. You lower your hips harder onto his lap, inhaling his soft gasp as your bodies meld together. His grip tightens on your hips as you eagerly grind yourself against his crotch, welcoming the friction.
âHold on, baby.â He groans again, his large hands stopping any further movement.
Baby.
Heâs never called you that before.
Your lower lip juts out in a pout as he maneuvers you off of his lap, and back onto the soft cushions of the sofa. The male quickly sinks to his knees, his hands splaying across the tops of your thighs as he works himself between them. He chuckles at your expression, shaking his head slightly.
âPatience, pretty girl,â he hums as his hands slide further up your thighs until they reach the button on your jeans. âLetâs get these off, yeah?â
Your nerves suddenly kick back into gear, despite the flames continuing to lick your skin. Eddie has become so tuned into your emotions over the years that he can sense this new shift immediately. This was an emotion he has seen plenty of times, but it was never because of him.
The notion has his hands freezing as they hover over the closure of your jeans.
âShit, did I do something wrong?â
You quickly shake your head, letting out a nervous laugh. âI just⊠donât wanna make a mess.â
His expression softens as you gesture to the tan sofa beneath you. The male rises to his feet without another word, darting over to the laundry basket that is seated on top of their washing machine. He digs through a pile of clothes until he finds whatever heâs searching for.
A dark maroon towel.
He clutches the soft fabric in his hands as he makes his way back to you, resuming his previous position between your legs. He sets it next to you, his brown eyes nervously shifting between your thighs and your face.
âYou can touch me, Eds,â you say, carefully taking his hands in yours to guide them up to the clasp on your jeans.
Eddie doesnât need to hear anything else.
He makes quick work of removing your jeans, tugging the denim down your thighs. His eagerness has you giggling, the tops of his cheeks flushing a light pink even in the muted light.
He pauses for a moment, leaning back as he drinks in your newly exposed skin. His eyes darken even further as his calloused fingers grip the hem of your cotton panties.
âGod, take them offâ please,â you whine, no longer caring if you sound pathetic.
Youâve waited far too many years for this to happen, and your patience has finally run out. Eddie chuckles, sliding your panties (pad and all) down your thighs. The male carelessly tosses them over his shoulder, ignoring your small protest.
âLift up,â he hums, motioning you to guide your hips up.
He easily slides the towel beneath you, letting your body relax against the plush material. Eddie gently rests his hands over the tops of your thighs once more, beginning to spread them even wider. Your cheeks warm as his eyes zero in on your core, whining softly as he licks his lips.
âChrist,â he breathes, inhaling deeply as he notes the way your arousal shines in the glowing light of the tv.
He leans back for a moment, dark eyes flicking up to meet your gaze as he slowly slides each of those gaudy rings off his fingers. Eddie takes his time in doing so, the clink of metal echoes in your ears as he gathers them in his palm.
âGimme your hand,â he says softly, but the command in his voice lingers all the same.
You hold out your left hand towards him, ignoring the way it trembles as he begins to slide each of his large rings onto your fingers. His dimples indent his cheeks as he grins, carefully lifting your knuckles to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to each one, ensuring that he keeps his eyes trained on you as he does so.
âKeep those safe for me, sweetheart.â
He winks playfully, leaning forward to brush his lips over the bare skin of your shin. His hands hook under your knees, allowing you to drape your legs over his shoulders. His movements have slowed drastically, taking his time before his fingers finally dip between your thighs.
Your soft gasp spurs him on, his fingers running through your drenched folds. He gathers your arousal on his fingertips, dragging them up to encircle over your swollen bud. You let your body relax against the couch cushions, allowing your eyes to slip shut as he continues his gentle touches.
But as soon as his touch startsâ it stops just as fast.
A whine spills past your lips as his large hands wrap around the meat of your thighs and squeeze.
âEyes on me, baby,â he coos, pressing his lips to the curve of your knee.
His teeth lightly nip at the skin there, causing your eyes to flutter back open.
âYes, sir,â you giggle as he groans.
His fingers are back on you before you have time to mention his reaction, circling your entrance before dipping inside slowly. It causes your breath to hitch, his middle finger able to stretch you out better than any of yours ever have.
Eddie curses under his breath as he adds another, your body almost greedily sucks him in. Your hand instinctively reaches forward to grip onto his bicep. The rings that adorn your hand are biting into his skin, the thought alone makes his jeans impossibly tighter.
âGod, youâre so wet,â he moans, guiding his fingers even deeper inside you.
You reply with a soft whine, your thoughts entirely too jumbled to provide him with anything else. His eyes have momentarily dropped from your face to where his fingers are nestled inside you. He slides them back out, admiring the sticky pink mixture thatâs coating his thick digits.
âEddie, donât tease,â you huff, guiding your hips back towards his awaiting hand.
Your impatient attitude has him chuckling, those dark hues flicking up to meet yours again.
âOh, you want these back, baby?â He taunts, his other hand gripping onto your thigh as he eases three of the digits inside your entrance.
The brunette holds them there, enjoying the way your body begins to squirm beneath him. Taunting you.
âGo on, say it, sweetheart.â
He raises a brow at you, slightly pushing his fingers in deeper, before he quickly retracts them with your continued silence. Repeating the action.
âI wantâŠâ you start, but the curl of his fingers makes you lose your train of thought.
âHmm, you want what?â he prods.
He completely removes them from your entrance, ignoring your pleading eyes as he slides them back up to dance around your clit.
Your soft mewl of his name does nothing to deter his actions, it only slows them.
âCome on, use that pretty little head of yours,â he hums as the tips of his fingers graze over your swollen bud.
âGod, justâ please!â your voice raises an octave, taking on a breathy quality.
The corner of his mouth pulls up in a smirk as he tilts his head at you. His fingers dip lower, circling over your puckered hole.
âYa know, while I usually prefer something along the lines of master⊠or even daddy,â he muses, noting how your breath hitches.
âGod, sure has a nice ring to it.â
His head falls back as he laughs, a playful pout adorning his lips as you swat at him. Those simmering embers have quickly morphed into a raging fire, ready to engulf you both in the flames.
âEddie, I swear to God. If you donât put those fingers back inside me, I willââ
The rest of your threat gets caught in your throat as he thrusts his fingers back in, a strangled moan takes their place.
âSee, was that so hard, princess?â he teases.
You donât answer him, instead grinding your hips down to meet his palm. Eddie pumps his fingers faster, his thumb pressing onto your clit. The wet squelch that follows has him moaning, nuzzling his face against your knee.
Your hand releases his bicep, slipping down his arm to tangle your fingers together. He holds them tightly, beginning to curl the others inside you. The calloused tips brush against your sweet spot, pulling another whine from your throat.
âOh, right there,â you pant, chest heaving as his thumb firmly massages your clit.
That fire continues to burn brighter with each thrust of his fingers, ready to swallow you whole.
âThatâs it,â he grins, watching in awe as you make a mess of his fingers, streaks of red and pink dripping down his knuckles.
âMakinâ such a mess fâme, baby.â
You barely register his words as your back arches up off the sofa. Your eyes squeeze shut as white hot pleasure bursts behind your eyelids. His rings dig into your skin from how tightly youâre grasping him, legs trembling as he coaxes you through your high.
Your ears are ringing as you finally collapse into the lumpy cushions, whining as he continues to gently thrust his fingers inside you.
âCome âere,â you mumble, eyes fluttering open to meet his.
His cheek is smushed against your inner thigh, only breaking your heavy lidded stare to slide his fingers out of you. He hums, carefully lifting his fingers towards the dim light from the tv. He rubs them together, gazing in utter fascination at the sticky strings they leave behind.
You already miss his warmth, tugging playfully on his unruly curls to grab his attention. He chuckles, wiping his fingers on the towel beneath you before heâs hovering over your body. Hips pressed into yours, not caring if you make a mess on the front of his pants.
âThank you,â you whisper, twirling one of his curls around your ringed finger.
âNo need to thank me, sweetheart.â He grins down at you, his dark eyes almost sparkling.
âBesidesâŠâ he pauses, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. âWhat are friends for?â
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May I pretty please request an emergency medicine doctor!reader x Hotch blurb? Iâd love to see both of them in careers that are difficult, yet despite that they still manage to be together because they understand each other so much. Maybe something with the rest of the team as well if itâs possible đ«¶đŒđ„č
Emily used to think Hotch would never be happy again. Sheâd drive him home after work, pick him up in the mornings, and sheâd think about how miserable he was, the kind of misery that hooks you in its grip, has you turning to wine or whiskey just to keep breathing.Â
She thought for sure heâd buckle. When Hayley died, heâd have to. How could you not? But he kept going and proved she shouldâve had more faith in him, becoming the father Jack deserves, and, surprisingly, your partner.Â
âYouâre squeezing me too tight,â you mumble, just loud enough for Emily and the others to hear you where Hotch hugs you a few feet from the dinner table. âWhy are you trying to break my back?âÂ
âI havenât seen you in three weeks.âÂ
âEighteen days is not three weeks.âÂ
âIt might as well be.â Hotch peels away from you to give you a once over. Emilyâs half jealousy and half fondness, seeing him love someone so obviously. âAre you hungry? I ordered for you.âÂ
âSuper hungry. Do I smell like antiseptic?âÂ
âNo, just soap.âÂ
âWell, thatâs not much better.âÂ
Hotch puts his arm behind your back and guides you to the table. The team squeeze out hellos between mouthfuls and you take your place at Hotchâs side behind a steaming plate. Youâre as ravenous as the rest of them after your long shift; Morgan can hardly get a word out of you for the first ten minutes, though he tries, and you attempt to be polite. Emily nudges him until he gets the hint to stop.Â
âHere,â Hotch says, putting a heaping of his food onto your plate with a large spoon.Â
âStop.â You attack his spoon with a fork.Â
âItâs fine, you like it more than I do.âÂ
âDonât care. You need your energy. Iâm going to make you carry me up the stairs home.âÂ
Heâs unintimidated. âAh.âÂ
âAh,â you echo. âYou sound so doubtful.âÂ
Hotch looks like he might try to keep flirting with you, but he gives in quickly, betraying how much heâs missed you with a hand slipping under the table. Emily sees his fingers curl over your knee, averting her gaze with a feigned sip of coke.Â
She can deduce the silent question you ask one another about anyways.Â
âWeâll have dessert,â you say. We wonât skip out early. âWhat are you having, Dr. Reid?âÂ
Hotch orders you three different things, which you eat fast.Â
âTheyâre not feeding you at the hospital?â Rossi asks.Â
âThree emergency transfers in twelve hours,â you explain, slouching now into Hotchâs side, one slow inch at a time. âI didnât have time for much.âÂ
âThatâs not healthy,â Hotch murmurs in concern.Â
âIâm sure I can ask any of your friends about your eating habits and find a similar schedule,â you brush him off, raising your gaze to Emily, then Morgan, then Rossi and Reid. Everyone smiles the same way. Hotch is caught, and his laugh jostles your shoulder.Â
âHave you ever heard the saying, âdo as I say, and not as I do?ââ he asks.Â
God, Emily thinks with a huff of a laugh she canât contain, get a room.Â
âHe likes that one,â Spencer says.Â
âI donât doubt it.â You lift your lips to his jaw and press a peck to the line of it. One, then two. âMaybe thatâs why we've lasted as long as we have. Mutual disregard for our wellbeing.âÂ
âAnd a great deal of care for each other,â Rossi says, nodding sagely. âThis is why my marriages never last.âÂ
âIs that why?â Spencer asks.Â
âYouâve gotten to be quite the lark.â
âLark,â Hotch whispers to you. Emily, sitting at his other side, might be the only one who hears, the others distracted by Spencer and Rossiâs ensuing squabble.
âScoundrel,â you agree.Â
âHowâs your head now?âÂ
âItâs gonna be a hundred percent better if you give me that,â you say, pointing hopefully at his full drink.Â
He doesnât hesitate to press it into your hand. Emily would never suspect you hadnât seen one another for weeks; you move and he follows. You rub your cheek against his shoulder. He touches his nose to your hair, his eyes shuttering closed for one stolen, blissful second. âMissed you,â he says under his breath.Â
Emily looks away with a smile. Hotch isnât hopelessly miserable anymore.Â
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Longing
Halsin x Fem!Reader
A/N: I have been burning with an intense CRAVING for Halsin and there is such little fic about him (although there are some good ones out there đ) so I had to do my part and add to the pool đ hope yâall enjoy!
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is insecure about her virginity, talks of inexperience, love confessions, Halsin is a sweetheart, references to NSFW content. Very very minor spoilers for act 2.
Part 2
The fur of the rabbit is soft between your fingers as you prepare it. Yet, despite having a knife in your other hand and your task being a delicate one, you canât seem to focus.
Your eyes keep drifting back to the druid across camp chopping wood for the fire. The axe is a large one, heavy - heavier than youâd be able to lift. Yet the large elf manages to bring it up above his head and swing it back down with a grace you never understood how he possessed.
The muscles in his shoulders ripple with each movement, accompanying the rythmic thump of the axe through wood. His soft grunts as he pulls it from the stump heâs using before placing the next log onto the surface and starting the process all over again.
âThe rabbit is already dead, darling.â
The familiar voice rips you from your staring as your head whips around to see none other than your vampiric companion standing over you, a smirk tugging at his lips. You huff at him before looking down to the rabbit by your knees and heat rushes to your cheeks. What should have been a simple skinning job to get the meat ready for dinner has turned into a mess. Cuts in the wrong places, the hide nowhere near usable anymore.
You look back up just in time to see Astarions red eyes go from you, to Halsin, then back again. His smile grows. He shifts his feet, one arm resting across his chest as he gestures with his other to Halsin.
âYou know, you could paint a portrait. It would last longer.â
Your cheeks somehow get even hotter, as you turn back to the rabbit in front of you, doing a much better job than earlier.
âLeave me alone, Astarion,â you mumble, cursing internally when the elf lowers himself to the ground beside you, arms resting on his knees.
âAnd why would I do that, when teasing you gives me so much joy?â
You canât stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. âOkay, well you got me all flustered. So now thatâs out of the way, did you need something or did you really interrupt your reading to bother me?â
The vampire sighs, leaning back on his hands as he looks over to you. âWhat I need is for you to finally jump that druids bones.â
You nearly choke as the words leave his lips, looking around to see if anyone heard and feeling heat creep up your neck once more as you see Shadowheart failing to hide a chuckle.
You turn to face your friend, eyes narrowed. âCould you be a little more quiet? I donât need the whole camp hearing you.â
Astarion laughs this time, loudly, and it draws more glances than youâd like. You roughly shove the man next to you before he can speak.
âYour next words better be a whisper or Iâm going to stab you â you threaten, poking the knife in his direction.
Astarion places a hand over his heart, faux hurt in his eyes. âYou wound me, darling. Iâm just trying to help you. Plus,â he gestures to the camp, âitâs not like your attraction is a secret, nor Halsinâs.â
You shake your head turning back to grab another rabbit, embarrassment welling up in your chest. âHe doesnâtâŠâ you trail off, getting defensive. âNothingâs there, Astarion. So can we please just drop it?â
Of course, he doesnât.
âLook,â he starts, âall Iâm trying to say is that neither of you are benefiting from holding back soâŠindulge, for once. Gods know we all deserve it.â
You ignore him. Curling in on yourself at the mention ofâŠindulging. There nothing wrong with it of course. Everyone at camp has blown off steam along this adventure. JustâŠnot you.
And the vampire must be able to tell too, because at your silence he straightens up, brows pinching in the rare way that shows heâs concerned.
âWait, have you neverâŠ?â he gestures vaguely in the air.
His words, despite their genuine curiosity, strike a chord in you. You stand abruptly, tossing your work to the ground and stabbing your knife in the dirt.
âNo I havenât. Not that itâs any of your business.â Your words are louder than you intended and draw the eyes and ears of your other companions.
Astarion softens, obviously not expecting this reaction. âI didnât mean to upset you-â
You clench your fists at your sides, interrupting him. âYou never mean to Astarion but -â You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. âYouâre such an ass sometimes.â
You turn on your heel and storm from camp before anyone can stop you, ignoring the concerned gaze of a certain druid.
âââ
The water is cool against your skin as you squat by the streamâs edge, rubbing at your hands as you try to get the blood off of them.
You feel foolish now, storming off like that. But Astarion pointing out your inexperience just struck you. Itâs not something thatâs ever bothered you before. Especially not in recent months since dealing with the tadpole. You all have more important things to worry about.
But the moment you rescued HalsinâŠitâs like something changed. You were instantly drawn to him. His kind smile and thoughtful words. His care for everyone and everything in nature.
And he flirted with you.
The memory is still fresh in your mind. The night of the tiefling party after you had stopped the ritual at the druid camp and saved Halsin. You were worried you were talking his ear off, but he was attentive the whole conversation. Answering your questions and asking some about you.
Then he said those honeyed words. Suggested celebrating by spending the night with someone special. Implied he would spend it with you if his mind wasnât elsewhere.
You withdraw your hands from the water to drag them down your face as more memories surface.
More flirtatious banter and kind words. Thoughtful conversations and fighting side by side. The night sat by your bedside nursing you back to health after a particularly nasty fight. After Ketheric Thorm almost took you out.
Your side still aches with the memory. But the thought of his hands with their soothing healing glow, makes the ache subside.
You sigh, sitting back into the grass as your eyes lock onto the slowly gurgling stream, Astarion words playing over and over in your head.
Indulge, for once.
You want to. Gods do you want that.
Youâve spent many sleepless nights thinking about it. About his lips against yours, his hands on your skin, the sweet words heâd no doubt whisper against your ear.
You shudder at the thought before shoving it away. Because any time he hinted at that - showed any interest in you - you would be so elated before insecurity took over.
Halsinâs views on love and intimacy are no secret. Youâd asked him once about current lovers and while he did confide no one currently held his affections back home he also expressed that there were others in the past.
Others. Plural.
And youâve never been with anyone. Not physically or emotionally, youâve never trusted anyone enough.
Not until now.
You sigh, frustration creeping back in as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes before quickly standing up. You need to apologize to Astarion and finally, maybe, talk to Halsin.
You turn on your heel to do just that when you run straight into a solid mass. You gasp, stumbling backwards just as two strong hands reach out to steady you, gripping your wrists firmly.
Once steady, you look up to see none other than the man haunting your thoughts smiling down at you.
âYou must have been very deep in thought for someone like me to sneak up on you, little one.â
You have to suppress a shiver at the nickname. A moniker heâd given you since you teased him about his size at the beginning of your friendship.
You shake your head, moving to step away and only stopping when his hands let go only to slip down and take your own gently.
âIâm sorry,â you apologize. âI was justâŠthinking.â
Halsin stares at you for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face before he steps away, gesturing down the first path, one hand still in your own.
âWalk with me?â he asks. âI know being in nature helps me clear my head of even the darkest thoughts.â
You give a hesitant nod and follow him as he turns towards the path, not able to stop the smile when he doesnât drop your hand.
âââ
The walk is mostly silent, a comfortable silence, but silent nonetheless. And you are grateful for it, not sure what you would say if Halsin were to ask what has you so upset.
But, silence canât last forever it seems, because eventually the large Druid breaks through the sounds of nature surrounding you to speak.
âI overheard your conversation with Astarion,â he says, voice gentle. Probing, but not not forcing you to talk if you do not wish.
You stiffen, your pace slowing slightly, wanting to pull away from the man at your side. But his sure grip on your hand keeps you in place. The warmth of his skin on yours puts you slightly at ease.
âYouâŠyou heard that?â you ask, cringing internally. âYou were across camp.â
The druid chuckles, gesturing to his ears with his free hand. âOne of the curses of us elves. Impeccable hearing. Even when we donât wish for it.â
You can feel your shoulders creeping up to your ears. Embarrassment settling in once more. âYou were listening to us? To me?â
Halsin shrugs. âNot intentionally,â he admits, slowing his steps until youâre both stopped and heâs facing you. âBut I find my attention turning towards you more often than not these days.â
His words tie your tongue and before you can gather enough sense to respond he continues.
âNature works in mysterious ways, little one,â he tells you, eyes never leaving your face. âThere is no one way to traverse it, and others journey do not define your own. Each one is unique, as it is intended.â
His words are beautifully woven, as always. And despite his cryptic deliverance, you know the meaning behind his words.
Heâs comforting you. And once again, he speaks before you can detangle the jumble of thoughts in your head.
âAnd,â he reaches out, placing a curled finger beneath your chin to urge you to look up at him, âif itâs any encouragement, I seek you out as much as you do me. Possibly more so.â
Your eyes widen, heart stuttering in your chest at his words. HeâŠdoes he feel the same way? Rationally you know he does. But that ever familiar self doubt, the tiny voice in your mind has always brushed away the flirting - the kind words and gentle touches as just part of his nature. None of it is reserved just for you.
Right?
Halsin smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners gently as he looks down at you. âIs that really such an outlandish thought? That I return your affections?â He pauses, âunless my heart has run ahead of itself and I have misread-â
You stop him then, reaching up to place a staying hand on his own beneath your chin.
âNo! You havenâtâŠyou havenât misread,â you assure him, trying to still your racing heart.
His smile never falters, his other hand finally coming up to cradle the back of your head, teasing soft strands of hair between his fingers.
âThat is good to hear,â he says, pulling you ever closer, his nose almost brushing yours, âit puts this old druid's mind at rest.â
Gods, you canât breathe. The air in your lungs refusing to expel as he lean even closer, lips a hairbreadth away from your own. Your body sings with anticipation, your skin hot despite the cool air ushered in by the sun sinking below the horizon, the days last rays barely filtering through the trees.
âCan I kiss you, my heart?â
Halsins words are soft, barley a whisper and nearly drowned out by the sounds of nature around you and the roaring of blood in your ears.
You nod. âPlease-â
The word barely passes your lips before he descends upon you, sealing his mouth with your own.
Itâs both everything you expected and completely surprising at the same time. His hands are sure as he pulls you into him, one hand still cradling your head as the other slips down to your hip before wrapping around your waist. Yet his lips, the kiss itself isâŠsoft. Gentle. Loving. The action speaks louder than any words either of you have said to one another. Louder than the words you never worked up the courage to speak.
Finally, your mind catches up with you, and your hands slide up his chest to clutch tentatively at his shoulders.
Halsins still hasnât broken away from you, and when his tongue brushes against your lips you let him in. You tug him closer then, one of your hands sliding up to rest at the back of his neck eliminating any empty space between you as his tongue slides against your own.
He only pulls away when he must sense your need for air, but he doesnât go far, lips pressing gently to the corner of your own, and then another to your jaw.
Youâre breathless.
Chest heaving against him, as he pulls away just enough to look at you once more.
âAs much as Iâd love to continueâŠâ his hand squeezes your hip gently, âwe should make our way back to camp. I can imagine our absence as stirred gossip with our vampiric companion and..â he sighs, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. âI donât want to overwhelm you.â
You canât surprise the shiver that runs down your spine, or the smile that tugs at your lips.
âIâmâŠIâm okay being overwhelmed if itâs like that,â you tell him breathlessly.
Halsin laughs, a deep down genuine laugh that makes your heart sing even as he steps away from you.
âThen I will overwhelm you in all the ways I know how.â He promises, eyes trailing over you heatedly.
Your stomach does a flip at his words, and the effect they have on you must show on your face because Halsin chuckles again, leaning in to press one last kiss to your cheek before tugging you back in the direction towards camp.
âAnother night, my heart,â he says, thumb brushing over your knuckles from where your hand remains in his own.
You let out a shaky breath, and nod, smiling as you walk closer to him. âIâm holding you to that.â
âI hope you would, though I doubt I will forget such a promise,â he assures before letting silence blanket you both one more.
You canât stop the thrill that runs through you at his words.
Yes, Iâll hold you to that promise indeed.
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bnd 04z x reader [smut, fem!reader, soft dom!leehan, hard dom!taesan, leehan x taesan]
warnings: SMUT!!!!!! MDNI!!!!!!!, use of real names, threesomeđ, reader is in established relationship w/ leehan, dom!04z, mostly sub!reader, degradation, blowjobs, cunnilingus, boys kissing, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cum play, unprotected sex, this has EVERYTHING!
23:09 - âleehan stop!â you exclaimed, though doing nothing to help the situation while straddling his lap.
his lips were on your neck, leaving wet kisses and certainly some marks. his big hands were cupping your ass, keeping you firmly on his lap, slightly pushing you forward just enough to grind his hard length against your heat.
âdonghyun,â you whined, âwe can have sex, i just⊠letâs go to your bedroom, please!â
leehan just pulled away from your neck, flashing you a teasing smile before pulling your t-shirt up so he had access to your boobs. you whimpered, so, so afraid that one of the members could just stroll in at any moment. you pulled your t-shirt back down, covering leehanâs head with it.
it didnât deter him, your boyfriend now continuing his assault all over the fat of your boobs spilling out your bra. you closed your eyes, letting out a breathy moan as he massaged one of them in his hand, letting his tongue flick over your nipple of the other.
âs-stopâŠâ you moaned, leehan laughing at the sound.
âso unconvincing, princess,â he responded, a smug smile on his hidden face, âyouâre gonna have to try harder than that.â
you whimpered, placing your hand on the back of his head to shove him back between your tits. your eye lids were fluttering between closed and open, between pleasure and making sure no one walks in.
âheâs right,â taesanâs voice suddenly came. your head snapped to the door, gasping loudly as you almost fell off leehanâs lap; his hands moving to save you, his mouth not moving off of marking your boobs. âdidnât realise you two were such sluts, though. good for you.â
âtaeâ iâm soââ you cut yourself of with a moan as leehan sucked on your nipple. you clamped your lips shut, embarrassed to be making those noises in front of one of leehanâs members. taesanâs eyebrows raised. âiâm so sorryâ iâm trying to get himâ donghyun stop!â
leehan slowly pulled his head out from under your top, looking at you with an innocent, confused look on his face before offering a small smile to taesan.
âyou alright?â he said.
taesan nodded, coming to sit beside the pair of you, stretching his arms up above his head as he clicked his jaw, âyeah, bit tired. woonhakâs being annoying so i came downstairs. this is a lot more entertaining though.â
âright?â leehan smirked, not taking his eyes off you. âwant a turn?â
taesan smiled, turning to look at you. he tutted in thought, cocking his head. âi donât know. i usually prefer the bed, you know? iâm not a slut, like some people.â
you rolled your eyes, feeling frustrated and annoyed at both boys now. you grabbed them both by the ear, dragging them to leehanâs bedroom. taesanâs pleas to let him go fell on deaf ears as leehan just laughed.
âiâm so fucking horny so one of you better do something soon or iâm sorting myself out,â you said, throwing taesan down on the bed. leehan stood behind you with a proud smirk on his face as he looked past you at his friend.
âdarling,â leehan spoke, placing his hands on your hips, his mouth right next to your ear, âwhy donât you show dongmin-ie all the pretty little marks i just left on you?â
you bit your cheek, suddenly becoming shy as the reality dawned on you of what was about to happen. you pulled your shirt off in one swift motion, leehan beginning to nibble at your neck after you did so. taesan sat up on the bed, resting on his elbows, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at your marked-up boobs, decorated wet with spit. he bit his lip, sitting forward and reaching a hand up your skirt.
âyouâre so wet, princess,â taesan said, teasingly using the nickname heâd heard come from leehanâs lips so often, âi guess you like having your tits played with, huh?â
you swallowed, leehan chuckling as he gripped your hair, moving your head in an up and down motion; a forced agree to taesanâs question.
âwhat about your pussy, hmm?â taesan asked, his big brown eyes glistening up at you in curiosity as his fingers played with the waistband of your panties. you were stood in between his legs now as he sat on the edge of the bed.
âshe loves it so much,â leehan drawled, pulling your skirt down to leave you in your soaked panties as both boys smirked, âsays she canât even touch herself anymore, always needs someone else playing with her.â
âis that so?â taesan asked, âwow, you really are a princess, hmm?â
you looked at him shyly, leehan rolling his eyes before agreeing for you again. âwhy are you being so shy today?! you usually canât shut up. go on princess, lie down.â
you smiled slightly, laying down on the bed, before suddenly feeling scrutinised under the view of both boys.
âgo on, dongmin,â leehan said, motioning to the foot of the bed, âplay with her pussy. sheâs gonna use her mouth on me like she always does, right princess?â
you nodded, still too shy to say much in front of taesan. though he was now kneeling in front of your open legs, spreading your thighs to expose the visible wet patch of your panties to him.
you fought against his grip, trying to close your thighs again as taesanâs hold suddenly strengthened, slamming your thighs to the bed. he tutted, âthereâs no need to be so shy, princess. iâve heard all of your noises before. iâm right there, you know?â
he pointed up to the ceiling, as you swallowed thickly. he was right, and youâd never thought of it before.
âi hear all your moans for your precious donghyun-ie,â he teased, leaning forward, his lips ghosting over yours as his hot breath fanned over your mouth, âand your sobs? oh god, your noises are so beautiful, y/n.â
a smile started growing on your face before you bit your lip, leehan was stroking your hair as he sat beside your upper body, both of you staring down at taesan as he moved between your legs. he was laying on his stomach, legs off the end of the bed as he placed soft, slow kisses to your inner thighs, still held down by his strong grasp.
you shivered, mouth falling open to let out shaky breaths. leehan smiled down at you, kissing your forehead gently, âyou like that, princess? you like dongmin-ieâs mouth?â
you nodded quickly, leehanâs hand intertwining with yours as he used his other hand to take off his clothes. he was left in his boxers, his cock head poking out the top of the tenting material. you bit your lip, letting go of his hand to brush lightly over his covered cock. he smiled down at you with a loving gaze.
taesan stole your attention quickly, dragging your panties down your legs and ripping them off, keeping them balled up in his hand as he leaned down, blowing cold air onto your cunt.
you gasped, bucking your hips as taesan smirked at you. he leaned forward, kissing the skin before using his tongue to circle your clit. you whined out a moan, leehan laughing at your pretty noises.
âcan you help me out, princess?â leehan cooed, his hand resting atop your head as he finally rid himself of his boxers. you watched taesanâs eyes, flicking up quickly to see his friendâs cock before returning to the task at hand.
you nodded desperately at seeing your boyfriendâs length. he straddled your body, your hands holding onto his thighs as you took his thick length in your mouth. leehan was always gentle, rarely breaking away from being a soft dom. you were unequivocally his princess, so even as he thrust into your mouth, he made sure to go slowly, checking your eyes to see for any pain or discomfort.
you, on the other hand, loved it. watching leehanâs face above you, screwing up in pleasure, eyes rolling back, sweating, moaning; having the view of his cock in your mouth and his face was everything you could dream of, and it wasnât often you chose this position. not ever, in fact; but when taesan was abusing your clit so badly that you canât concentrate on your boyfriendâs cock for moaning, leehan knew exactly the position he wanted.
leehanâs hands gripped onto the headboard, watching your eyes roll back in your hand, your tongue flattening around the underside of his cock as you paid more attention to taesanâs mouth. leehanâs heart sped up, biting his lip as he stroked your hair.
âis he making you feel good, darling?â leehan cooed, tears lining your eyes as you nodded, âdoing so well for both of us.â
taesan chuckled behind leehan, âsuch a slut, isnât she? sheâs leaking all over the bed.â
âsheâs never had two at once,â leehan commented, your eyes locked as he looked at you lovingly, âbut youâre right, sheâs a cockslut, iâm sure sheâs loving it. isnât that right, princess?â
you nodded, swallowing around leehanâs cock as he groaned. âyou should see her face, dongmin. she looks wrecked.â
taesan laughed evilly, feeling your cunt tighten around his fingers, âcome on, princess. cum all over my mouth.â
leehan smiled, watching with raised eyebrows and an open mouth in expectation as your body writhed round the bed, moans vibrating against his cock as you rode out your orgasm against taesanâs tongue.
âgood girl,â leehan smiled, his hands cupping your jaw as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, removing himself from your body. taesanâs hands were a bruising grip on your hips, his teasing smirk being revealed to you as you were left panting on the bed.
you sat up, crawling to taesan. his big lips were swollen, your juices around his mouth as he smirked, sizing you up. you smiled, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss. his eyes darted to leehan quickly as you were pulling him towards you, his friend smiling at the two of you, sitting on the bed behind you; taesan letting himself be taken by you and your soft lips. he was moaning into the kiss, your tongues swirling around, spit and remainders of your cum dripping down both of your chins.
he pulled away, both of you panting as you bit your lip. âwhat?â you asked, taesan shaking his head in response. your boyfriendâs hand on your waist caught your attention, turning round with a smile on your face to do the same to him.
leehan groaned into the kiss, the familiar feeling of your lips on his was heaven to him. taesan felt himself getting harder as he watched, biting his lip to conceal the feeling. he shouldnât feel like that from hearing his friend moan.
âgo on then,â you said, breathless as you wiped your mouth after pulling away from leehan. the boys looked at you confused as you smiled, placing your hand on the back of both of their necks. âthis is a threesome isnât it?â you giggled, whispering your words as if they were a dirty secret.
taesan furrowed his eyebrows even more, looking at you panicked before looking at leehan who had his eyebrows raised. he looked back to you, who was now pouting at him. âplease, taesannie? for me?â
the boy swallowed thickly, biting his lip and leaning into the kiss. you smirked, watching your boyfriend moan once again as his lips were bitten and sucked on by his friend. taesanâs hand flew to his hardened length, palming it harshly. you smiled.
âsannie?â you cooed, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. he pulled away, breathless and looking wrecked beyond belief. a string of saliva connected their swollen lips, âcan i use your cock?â
he groaned, nodding desperately as he laid your body down, chasing your lips as he went. leehan helped remove his clothes, first his t-shirt, then his sweatpants, taesan beginning to pull off his boxers without any encouragement.
you pulled away from his lips, the boy sat up on his knees in between your legs. leehan joined you as you laid at the head of the bed, both of you staring at taesanâs cock with open mouths.
âwhat?â he asked, breathlessly.
you bit your lip, as leehan began nodding. you swallowed, âjust- big. yeah.â
he gave a confused glance between you, jerking himself off a couple times as his cock got even harder. leehan chuckled, leaning forward to kiss at your neck as taesan lined his cock up with your entrance.
âwaitâ condom?â you asked, sitting up quickly, leehan reaching into the bedside table and grabbing one out the box without even replying.
taesan reached out to grab the unwrapped latex, but leehan just smiled at him. holding the edges of the condom, he rolled it onto his friendâs cock. taesanâs head fell back, a long groan falling from his lips. before he could process what had just happened, he lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed the tip inside. you hissed as your back arched, taesan moaning as your tight walls clenched around him, squeezing his head, inviting him in even more.
his eyes were hooded as he pushed in inch by inch, looking up to lock eyes with leehan. the younger boy just smiled at him, knowing the exact feeling of your cunt around his cock, he could almost feel it like a phantom around his exposed length. taesanâs mouth hung open as he finally bottomed out, leehan chuckling before being cut off as you moved your hand to wrap around the base of his dick, moans spilling out of his mouth instead as you quickly started jerking him off, using the precum on his tip as lube.
taesan smirked, his eyeline flitting down to your hand on his friendâs cock. he swallowed, his dick throbbing at the whole experience.
âcan i move?â he breathed, looking back to your face as you nodded, stilling your hand on leehan for a moment as taesan pulled his hips out until only the tip remained, smashing his hips back in, his balls slapping against your ass as he created a fast paced rhythm immediately.
leehanâs eyes were stuck on where your bodies met, your wetness spilling out, visible on your folds and the base of taesanâs cock. heâd had the fantasy of seeing you be fucked by someone else for so long, he couldnât believe what he was seeing. he reached his hand down slowly, his finger coming into contact with your clit, beginning to rub circles slowly. your back arched, moaning at the sudden sensation. taesan smiled, longing to lean down and kiss you, inhale the moans you were producing; but leehanâs body was in the way.
oh fuck it.
continuing his brutal pace on your hole, he grabbed leehanâs face with one hand, pulling him forward and crashing his lips to the other boyâs. you opened your eyes, laughing slightly at the new development as both boys started moaning into the kiss. you reached down, grabbing leehanâs cock once again and starting to jerk him off, trying to match the pace taesan held inside you.
all three of you were squirming bodies, moaning messes. but taesan broke first.
âiâ iâm gonna cum,â he groaned, his hand gripping harshly on leehanâs long blonde hair. he let go suddenly, gripping onto your hips as he drove into you, speeding up to chase his orgasm. your hand moved to tease your boyfriendâs balls, his tip, not even attempting to keep the pace with taesanâs hips anymore. leehan was next, taesan a panting mess over your body as he looked up in interest at his friend, hips jerking and eyes squeezed shut, a hand gripping the bed sheets, the other on your thigh as he came all over your body.
âughâ god! y/n, so fucking good,â he swore, your hand speeding up to drive him over the edge of overstimulation as you knew he liked, âfuck! taesan!â
you smirked, watching taesanâs shocked face as he took in the cum all over your naked body and the fresh spurts still leaking from his friendâs tip. you finally stopped your movement, leehan left panting over your body as taesan sighed.
âprincess hasnât cum yet, leehan-ie,â he pouted, âwe canât leave her out, right?â
leehan smirked, nodding along with a pout, âabsolutely not. not when sheâs been so good for us.â
he ushered taesan out the way, lining his cock up with your entrance, already hardening again at the view of your spent body and swollen, abused pussy. he bottomed out all in one, leaving you squirming and gasping as leehan moaned.
taesan smirked, holding your head in his lap as he let leehan go to town on your body in the way heâd become so accustomed to over the course of your relationship. his fingers worked on your clit as his cock hit deep inside of you, your head thrashing about on taesanâs lap, your hands gripping his tightly as he cooed down at you.
âcome on, princess, you can take it,â he said, stroking your face gently, âsuch a cockslut, having two dicks in one night. you fucking love it.â
you were panting, your body hurtling towards an orgasm. suddenly, you watched as taesan leaned forward and gathered leehanâs cum on his fingers from the pool on your stomach, shoving his soaked fingers past your lips as you continued moaning around them, swallowing as best you could.
âgood girl,â leehan murmured, leaning forward and kissing your collarbone, âgonna cum for me, yeah? go on, darling.â
leehanâs fingers worked quickly on your clit, the stimulation driving you to orgasm as the two boys held your body down, moans flying out past taesanâs fingers, tears spilling out your eyes at all the feelings all over your body. one touch felt like a million needle pricks, your body on fire with stimulation and need.
finally, taesan removed his fingers from your mouth, and leehan removed his cock from your leaking hole, your body limp against the mattress. taesan quickly left to go to the bathroom, gathering tissues and a damp cloth as leehan leaned forward, kissing your lips gently.
âhey beautiful,â he whispered, kissing your nose softly as you whined up at him, your body so spent you didnât know if you could move, âdid so good for us. come on, weâll clean you up and then we can cuddle.â
taesan smiled, almost awkwardly, as he wiped up your juices and leehanâs cum from your body, offering some tissues to his friend too. leehan chuckled, rolling his eyes.
âdonât be weird,â he said, brushing taesanâs hair out his eyes, âyou want to cuddle with us too?â
you smiled up at him as he abandoned the damp cloth on the bedside table. he sighed, laying down next to you without answering. you snuggled into his body, leehan laughing, âi guess thatâs a yes then.â
taesan sighed, eyes closing as leehan organised the duvet over your bodies, âonly if i can join again.â
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another chance
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, ex!bf rafe, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, drinking/partying, mentions of drugs
âhave you noticed his new girl is y/nâs twin?â kelce whispers to topper, who just nods in response. rafe claims that heâs completely over you, that heâs glad you broke up with him and heâs not harboring any sort of resentment over the fact that you left him.
âits so weird.â kelce continues, taking a sip of his drink, watching as rafe holds the new girl around the waist, but he barely looks at her, like if he keeps her in his peripheral vision that he can pretend its you, instead of the first girl he found whose features resemble yours.
âhes getting fucked up all the time now too. he showed up for golf the other day completely strung out.â topper informs kelce, who frowns.
they both know that there is nothing they can do, they donât want to force you to get back with rafe if you donât want to, especially with the state heâs in. rafe grabs the bottle of booze he was pouring into his cup repeatedly, forgoing the plastic solo cup in favor of drinking straight out of the bottle.
ârafey, are you gonna take me up to your bed?â the girl asks, no so subtly begging to be fucked by him.
âdonât call me that.â rafe grunts. only you can call him by that nickname, even if you did break his heart.
âare you going to fuck me or not, cameron?â she questions.
ânot.â rafe says honestly. he thought it would help, to get it out of his system, to take a new girl to bed, but when he tried to kiss someone at the first party he attended after you, it made him so sick he had to leave. she didnât look like you, she didnât smell like you, she didnât act like you. she wasnât what rafe wanted.
âfine, then im leaving.â the girl stomps away, like anything could compare to you leaving. rafe finishes the rest of the bottle before flopping down on the couch, letting the alcohol flowing through his system lull him into unconsciousness.
--
âyou deserve to go out and party as much as he does y/n.â stephanie sighs, trying to convince you to join her tonight at the huge beach bash, but you donât want to risk running into rafe.
âi know, i just don't want to see him with another girl.â you sigh. you may have been the one to break it off with rafe, but you weren't fully over him yet.
âmaybe you need to get with one of the turons.â stephanie shrugs. âyou know what they say, to get over you gotta get underâŠâ
âthat actually might not be a bad idea.â you admit. maybe it's what you need to get rafe out of your system. a random hookup with someone you'll never see again to erase the memory of his touch from your body.
âso does that mean you're coming?â stephanie asks hopefully.
you nod, already planning what you're going to where tonight. âit does.â
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âshit, remind me to take you out for ice cream or something to thank you for convincing me to come out tonight.â you tell stephanie, stumbling away from the main dance area with your best friend.
âgirl, i knew you needed this!â she exclaims, taking a sip of her cup before frowning, realizing it's empty.
âill go get us refills, hold on.â you are a lot less drunk than stephanie, so you guide her to sit down before heading to find more alcohol to fill both your cups, wanting to enjoy tonight as much as possible.
you finally find a plastic folding table with some bottles on it, and quickly refill both your drinks before turning, gasping when you run right into someone.
ây/n.â rafe gasps out, his eyes bloodshot like he's been crying. he drops to his knees before before you, making you raise your eyebrows. âi miss you so much. please take me back, ill do anything, ill-â rafe begins to beg, his words slurred as it's obvious he's been drinking.
ârafe.â you cut him off eventually. rafe stops speaking, hands coming to rest on the back of your calves as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. âyou're drunk.â
âno, no, no.â rafes head drops, leaning to press kisses along your knees. âim drunk but im serious. please, just give me another chance, ill do anything.â
you frown, hating seeing rafe this way. you broke up with him because you thought he spent too much time getting high and needed to get control of his temper, and didn't know what you could do to help that beside let him work through it by himself.Â
âanything, y/n.â rafe continues, his hands gripping your legs so tightly. you glance up, looking at all the people at the party staring at you, probably shocked that rafe would get on his knees and beg for anyone to come back.
âyou need to stop doing drugs as often.â you state to rafe, making sure to keep your voice low enough to not have it in earshot. âand you gotta work on not getting so angry at the pogues. i don't care that you hate them but you can't constantly be getting into fights.â
âdone.â rafe says, nodding his head. âi just need you. ive been a mess without you.â
âwe can give it another shot.â you say, and rafes shoots to his feet, his lips pressing against yours. you set the cups down on the table next to you before kissing back, hearing a smattering of whoops and cheers as you make out, your head turning dizzy like the alcohol on rafes tongue is affecting your own.
âi need you, please.â rafe says, and you know exactly what he's asking for. it's what you've been desperately craving from him as well. your bodies were beyond compatible, and you know no boy would compare, so even in the period that you were broken up, you didn't even bother trying to sleep with anyone.
âi have to find stephanie.â you tell rafe, knowing you need to check your friend is good before doing anything, but you loop your fingers through rafes and tug him behind you until you get back to the main dance area, seeing topper with his arm slung around stephanies waist while she grinds against him.
âsee she's good.â rafe says, his voice husky, and you know that he's already getting turned on just from the thought of having you again.
you let rafe lead you to his truck, parked in a somewhat isolated spot, but you don't care at this point if people see you as you both climb into the back seat.
âthank you for giving me another chance.â rafe says, his eyes shiny in the low lighting. âi missed you so much. i was such a wreck, but i didn't sleep with anyone else even though we were broken up. i only wanted you.â
ârafe.â you coo, pressing your lips against his, stroking your fingertips over his jaw. âi missed you too.â
âwanna show you how much it means to me.â rafe says, guiding you backwards until your back is against the seat. âthat you're giving me a second chance.â his lips skim over yours before he moves lower, schooching down the seat until he's resting between your legs. he takes the bottom of your skirt and pushes it up, revealing your panties.
âyou really do gotta-â your speech is cut off with a gasp when rafe presses his lips against your underwear, kissing your cunt through the fabric.Â
âgotta what baby?â rafe asks, moving to kiss along your thighs as well, his teeth occasionally making an appearance as he drags them against your skin, nipping when you open your mouth to reply.
âgotta get your shit together since im giving you a second chance.â you finally finish your sentence.
âoh, i will baby.â rafe says, rubbing his fingertip over your center, smirking to himself when he sees the fabric dampened with your wetness. âi went so crazy without you, id do anything to not lose you again.â
âtake them off, please.â you whine. rafe tugs at your panties, sliding them down your legs until he has to guide them over your heels. he takes the material and scrunches it up, tossing it onto his drivers seat. âiâm keeping those.â he informs you.
âwhatever.â you roll your eyes but canât hide your smile, reaching down to rub your thumb against his cheekbone.Â
rafe sighs with relief into your touch, leaning his head against your hand. âiâve missed your taste.â he licks his lips, eyes on your core.
you spread your legs as much as you can in the back of the truck, wishing momentarily that you were having this reunion in a bed, but you know rafe wouldnât be able to wait that long.
rafe doesnât hesitate to lean forward, burying his head between your legs. his wide tongue flicks through your folds, licking over your cunt before swirling around your clit.
âgod, youâre so good at this.â you moan out, moving your hand to rafes hair, taking the strands between your fingers to keep his face shoved into your cunt, not that he plans on stopping any time soon.
rafe sucks at your clit, feeling rewarded by coaxing moans out of you. his hands grip your thighs, squeezing your delicate flesh between his fingertips.
rafe moves his mouth lower, letting out obscene sounds as he slurps the wetness away from your hole before pushing his tongue against the ring of muscle. he begins to thrust immediately, pushing his tongue in and out of your entrance, giving you the first stimulation youâve had since you broke up.
âthe sweetest taste.â rafe says when he pulls away slightly to kiss along your inner thighs. âi donât know how i lived without it.â
âyou know what my plan was for tonight?â you hum, needing more from rafe, even as his mouth drops back around your clit. âto get with a random turon to help myself get over you.â
you feel rafe pause, his entire body stilling before his eyes raise to make contact with yours. âyou were going to sleep with someone else?â
âi couldnât get over you, i had to do something.â you say, knowing exactly what rafes reaction will be as he rises, wanting to draw that fire and passion out in him. it didnât matter that you were the one who broke up with rafe, you thought at the time it would be better for both of you, but now you know you canât live without him.
rafe moves quickly, his strong hands gripping your hips and turning you over. you quickly adjust, pushing up on your elbows as you place your knees on the seat, arching your back to show off your cunt.
rafe releases himself from his shorts, tugging them down his thighs before he lines himself up, sinking in with one quick stroke. your walls meld to his cock, still feeling like you were made for him.
âimagining me sleeping with another guy has really got you worked up, huh?â you question, breath coming out in a pant as rafe instantly begins to thrust.
âshut up.â rafe groans, hips snapping forward into yours. âyouâre mine. youâre never leaving me again.â
âyeah?â you question, bringing your ass back to meet rafes thrusts. âgonna get clean for me? gonna get it together?â
âanything for you.â rafe vows, glancing out the windows to make sure no one is looking as he takes you from behind, not that they would be able to see through the tint anyways.
you moan as rafe grabs your ass, relieved to finally have him inside of you again as his cock repeatedly enters you. rafe knows he canât last very long, having been so desperate for you that he canât hold himself back as your cunt clenches around him.
âfeels so good rafey.â you whine.
âcall me that again.â rafe says, needing to hear the nickname slip from between your lips again.
ârafey.â you call out. rafe flips you yet again, this time onto your back as he immediately reenters you, moving too fast for you to comprehend until his mouth is pressed against yours in a searing kiss.
âagain, please.â rafe mumbles against your lips, bringing a hand to your clit and rubbing it with his thumb as he thrusts rapidly, knowing your next moan is going to send him over the edge.
you place your hands on the back of his head, giving him a strong kiss as he plays with your clit, your orgasm building as well. you pull away when you canât hold back the moan anymore, âoh god, yes, rafey.â rafe groans, burying his head in your shoulder as he cums, pumping into you throughout his high as his thumb finally brings you to orgasm as well, clit pulsing as you both pant, letting out low moans and groans as your bodies come down.
rafe presses kisses to your cheeks, your jaw slackened open, still recovering. âiâve missed your pussy so much.â rafe says before looking down, watching himself pull out.
âcome here.â you whine, hating that heâs pulled away. rafe quickly tucks himself back into his pants before hovering over your body again, cuddling into your shoulder. itâs an awkward position, legs askew and body parts pressing against the doors of the truck.
âcan i take you home? i want to hold you while i sleep, make sure i donât let you go again.â rafe says, willing to beg if he needs to.
âof course.â you stretch out your sore muscles, eyelids already feeling heavy, but you know you just have to wait for rafe to drive you home before you can sleep.
itâs not awkward despite the time away from each other as you move to the front seat, making sure to text stephanie, who quickly responds with a picture of herself in toppers bed, making you giggle.
âi love you.â rafe blurts out, unable to not tell you when hearing your laugh.
âi love you too.â you lean over to kiss rafe on the cheek as he drives you back to his house, but you are already home as his fingers link with yours.
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Some Guy on Fear Gas (can apparently turn invisible)
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âDanny was supposed to be in class today.â
There was a round of sighs in the coms. See Danny didnât react in the same manner as the rest of the population when exposed to fear toxin (or in general, but they were mostly used to that). See Danny didnât scream, he didnât cry, he didnât get violent. He got unnervingly paranoid.
He got so unnervingly paranoid about being watched, specifically by the government if the muttered and whispered words were to be believed. His eyes tracked nothing while he slowly moved around invisible people. It wasn't like dealing with someone in an active hallucination experiencing a psychotic break. It was like dealing with someone in a paranoid delusion. He wouldn't let any of the bats near him and often took off, disappearing into the chaos.
Four months into seeing this kid everywhere and their suspicions were confirmed when he literally disappeared after the second time being poisoned.
Danny was a meta and he was afraid.
Thatâs not the reason for the exasperation felt by this family though. It was what always happened after. The first time he ignored every vigilantly when they tried to bring it up. After the second time he attempted to avoid everyone, extended family included.
(He had asked Kate if she was also Batmanâs kid. âMore like their aunt.â âOh okay so it really is a family business. Like that show Unnatural. You don't happen to have also lost your parents at a relatively young age and now go on to fight a dark presence in their honor, do you?.â Kate had stared passively at him, the others had warned her. ââŠ.. okay⊠are you more of a Zuko honor type?â)
However, it was like the universe conspired against Danny. Even Bruce agreed that there had to be some god or being doing this (nothing is ever a coincidence). They kinda felt bad for him. He was very obviously trying to avoid them and he was either really bad at being evasive or a deity was laugh at him. Once he had thrown himself behind a lamp pole smaller than himself and closed his eyes to avoid Stephanie.
(It was very awkward. He could turn invisible and knew they knew so whyâŠ..? She had politely continued past so not to embarrass the poor guy further. Cause this was embarrassing and they both knew it.)
Finally it was Duke who pulled them all out of limbo. He had come across Danny on the roof of another bank. A lesser known capital union closer to crime ally this time.
Danny hadnât been avoiding Duke in the same manner as everyone else. He still stopped to give Duke food but he never spoke and he ran after. Duke thought it would be weird to chase him but it was also weird to turn around, have an orange shoved into his hands then watch his friend run away.
However, this time Danny didnât run as Duke approached so Duke sat next to him. Pulling out a granola bar, he handed it to Danny, âthatâs why you feed me all the time right? Cause you know how many calories we need as metas.â
Danny had laughed, âno actually, that was a bit that morphed into a habit. I just thought it was funny.â
ââŠ.what.â
âDonât get me wrong, now that weâre friends I am more than happy to feed you but yeah. The first candy bar was a thank you and then the second time I thought âI have fruit.ââ
ââŠ.. wow⊠okay.â There went his plan of empathizing. They sat in silence as Duke tried to reorganize his thoughts.
âIâm sorry for avoiding you all.â Duke turned his head to face Danny, who kept his eyes forward, âyou know no one cares that youâre a meta.â âObviously. It wasnât the invisibility that I was upset about," Danny said.
âThe muttering. The paranoia.â Danny grimaced and didnât say anything.
âYou donât have to tell us till youâre ready, man. Just let us know if you need help. Please, are you safe?â
Danny nodded and Duke nodded back and they had both continued to sit. When they parted ways Danny handed Duke a small bag of chips.
Danny had apologized everyone one at a time even though they had heard it from Duke. Danny never explained nor did he want to talk about his it. His power of invisibility was also a subject off limits. All of them were worried but they didnât want to force him to talk about it. They had to trust that he would one day feel comfortable doing so with any or all of them. (Still, it was hard seeing their friend so paranoid that he flinched back from them. )
Post Six
#I dont think I made this one to serious.#batman#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp crossover#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dpx#danny is just some guy
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