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DOUBLE LIFE
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đâč ÖŽÖ¶Öž summary: With your anonymous Twitter account, you've acquired a pretty good following and popularity, throughout your school as well. Jake, your long-time crush, is one of them, head over heels. Yet when you once confessed to him, he had rejected your confession, saying that he already has his eye on someone else. What happens when he finds out that his online crush is the person that he rejected? And... How are you going to deal with this?
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THIRTY SIX - Hey
The door creaks open and Jake practically stumbles inside, shoulders hunched from the cold. You quickly step aside as he hastily walks around, before closing the door behind him.
"Jesus, it's freezing," he mutters, rubbing his arms before suddenly freezing in place. He turns around, facing you properly for the first time in what feels like forever.
"Hey," he says, voice softer now.
"Hi," you reply with a small, uncertain smile, one hand rubbing your arm nervously. You're drowning in fluffy pajamas, your hair falling messily around your face, and even with slightly flushed cheeks from the fever, you're...
Jake has to remind himself to breathe.
"Oh, um," you gesture to the bouquet he's still clutching, "the flowers..."
"Right! The flowers. I, uh..." He looks down at the colourful bundle like he's forgotten he's holding them. "I got them because... well, remember when we were talking about favourite flowers? When you said- I mean, when everythingblue said- or, no, when you said..."
He takes a breath, starting over.
He's rambling now, words tumbling out faster than he can control them. "I didn't actually know which one was really your favourite. You gave such different answers, so... I just... got them all? Which probably looks ridiculous now that I think about it, but the florist was really nice about it, even though it was almost closing time, and-"
He stops abruptly, realizing he's been talking non-stop. A faint blush creeps up his neck.
"I just... wanted to get them right this time." He sighs out while his eyes flicker between you and anywhere else.
"It probably looks like a mess," Jake continues, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "The florist tried to make it look nice but I kept adding more and-"
You can't help but smile as you watch him ramble. It's endearing, really. The way his hands move slightly while holding the bouquet, how his ears are turning pink (and not just from the cold), how he keeps glancing between you and the flowers like he's not sure where to look. This is a side of Jake you've never seen before. Nervous, a little unsteady, words tumbling out unfiltered.
This is the same boy who could expertly control a football, who always seemed so composed in school, now standing in your hallway just before midnight, clutching a mismatched bouquet and rambling about flower arrangements of all things.
"Jake," you cut in softly, and he stops mid-sentence, looking at you with those wide eyes. "I like them. Really. The fact that you remembered all of those random flowers I mentioned months ago..." You trail off, feeling your own cheeks warm slightly. "Thank you."
He lets out a small breath, shoulders relaxing just a fraction. "Oh," he says, and there's that tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Good. That's... good."
The silence that follows feels heavy, and you find yourself fidgeting with your sleeve. "You must be freezing," you blurt out. "Do you want a blanket? Or I could make some tea? I always have some ready and-"
"Actually," Jake interrupts, his expression shifting to something more determined (though the effect is somewhat ruined by his pink-tipped nose from the cold).
"You're the one who needs to be taking care of yourself. Sunghoon told me you haven't been eating properly, and YOU should be resting, wrapped up in blankets, not walking around in the rain, and definitely not eating ice cream at midnight-"
His hands are moving everywhere as he talks, the bouquet swinging dangerously through the air with each gesture. You watch the flowers wobble precariously as he continues,
"-and what were you thinking sitting at a bus stop for an hour? You could have called- anyone would have picked you up, you know that right? And-"
You reach out instinctively, steadying his flower-wielding hand with your own. "Jake."
He freezes mid-gesture, words dying in his throat as his eyes flicker between your hand on his and your face. You can practically see his brain short-circuiting, mouth slightly open, caught mid-word.
"You're going to make the flowers fly away," you say softly.
"Oh," he breathes out, then swallows hard. "Right. Yes. The flowers. Flying. I mean- not flying. They shouldn't fly." He takes a deep breath, seemingly trying to collect his scattered thoughts.
"What I was trying to say is... I'm not exactly a chef or anything, but I make pretty decent ramen. Would you... would you eat something if I made it?"
You can't help but smile at his earnest expression, at how he's standing in your hallway offering to make you ramen, at how he's still letting you steady his hand.
"Okay," you sigh, fond exasperation colouring your voice.
"I'll just put these in water first, alright?"
The kitchen falls into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft bubbling of water on the stove and the quiet snips of scissors as you trim the flower stems.
Jake busies himself with unpacking the ramen, three different flavours because he wasn't sure which one you'd prefer so he decided to just mix them, trying not to make it obvious how his eyes keep drifting to you.
But they do. They always have.
There's something about seeing you like this - hair slightly messy, drowning in oversized pajamas with little stars on them, careful fingers handling each flower like it's precious. It's so different from how he usually sees you around school, yet somehow exactly the same. The same gentle attention you give to everything, whether it's editing photos or arranging flowers or just... existing in this quiet midnight moment.
You're humming something under your breath, probably not even aware you're doing it, and Jake finds himself holding his own breath, afraid to disturb this moment.
You look so... at home. So real.
He watches as you gently touch a daisy petal, adjusting its position in the vase with such care that something in his chest aches. It hits him then, how much he's missed this, missed you, even the parts he didn't know existed until now.
The water starts boiling more vigorously behind him, snapping him back to reality.
Right. Ramen.
He's supposed to be making ramen, not standing here like an idiot, watching you arrange flowers with what he's sure is the most embarrassingly soft expression on his face.
But he can't help stealing one more glance, memorizing how you look in this moment, slightly fever-flushed but smiling, surrounded by the flowers he brought, looking so perfectly, wonderfully real.
"How's it going?" you ask, turning away from the now-arranged flowers.
"Almost ready," Jake responds, quickly pretending he wasn't just staring. "Just waiting for the noodles to cook properly."
You hum, moving towards the fridge. "Want me to add some eggs? Make it a proper meal?" You're already pulling them out before he can answer, and he watches as you move around your kitchen with familiar ease, grabbing a smaller pan and some vegetables.
Jake tries to focus on stirring the ramen, he really does, but his eyes keep wandering back to you.
Your hair keeps falling in your face, and each time you brush it back with the back of your wrist, careful not to touch it with your cooking hands...
"The water's boiling over," you say without looking up.
"What? Oh- shit-" Jake quickly turns down the heat, feeling his ears burn as he realizes he's been caught not paying attention.
But when he glances back at you, there's a small smile playing at the corners of your mouth as you continue chopping, and somehow that makes his embarrassment worth it.
He should probably say something, make conversation, but there's something so peaceful about this moment.
The tips of his ears are still pink, but he can't help stealing another glance. Just one more.
You carefully balance your bowl as you lead the way upstairs, Jake following a few steps behind. When you push open your bedroom door, he pauses in the doorway, taking everything in.
"This is..." he trails off, eyes wandering from the fairy lights strung across your wall to the polaroids scattered on your corkboard. "Okay, it's weird seeing your room in real life. I mean, I've seen parts of it in your photos, but-"
"Jake," you interrupt, settling cross-legged on your bed with your bowl, "if you say it like that, it sounds like you've been stalking me."
"What- no! I meant- I just-" he sputters, then catches your teasing smile. "Oh, you're making fun of me."
"Maybe a little," you admit, patting the space next to you.
He hesitates for a moment before carefully sitting down, trying not to spill his ramen. The silence that falls feels thick with everything unsaid, the only sound being the soft clink of chopsticks against bowls. Jake's hyper-aware of every movement. How close you're sitting, how your shoulder almost brushes his when you reach for a tissue, how your room smells like vanilla and something floral and you.
"This is pretty good," you say softly, breaking through his thoughts.
The tension in his shoulders eases slightly.
"Yeah?" he asks, and he's not just asking about the ramen.
You nod, giving him another small smile, and something in his chest unclenches just a bit more.
With the empty bowls set aside on your nightstand, the silence creeps back in. You're suddenly very aware of everything.
"Oh, right," Jake says suddenly, reaching for his bag. "I brought some... stuff." He starts pulling things out, setting them on your bed with careful enthusiasm.
"Some chocolate - which I know probably isn't great when you're sick, but Sunghoon mentioned you've been eating ice cream anyway, so I figured... And medicine, because fever, obviously. And this-"
He pulls out a small box with a Lego flower set logo. "I saw this and thought... since you like flowers..."
The keychain on his bag catches your eye as he moves - a small plushie, gently swaying with his movements. It's identical to the one sitting behind you besides your pillow. Your throat feels tight suddenly.
"Jake," you say softly, reaching out to still his hands that are still pulling things from his bag, seemingly endless. He freezes at the contact, and when he looks up, your eyes meet.
The fairy lights reflect in his dark eyes, creating tiny constellations, and you're close enough to see the slight flutter of his eyelashes as he blinks.
There's that familiar awkward tension again, but it's different now. Softer somehow, more delicate. Like you're both holding your breath, waiting for something neither of you can name.
A strand of hair falls in your face, and Jake's fingers twitch like he wants to brush it away, but he doesn't.
Instead, he just looks at you, really looks at you, in a way that makes your heart stumble over itself.
You're both so quiet you can hear the gentle hum of your heater, the distant sound of cars outside, the slight rustle of the bag's zipper as it finally settles.
It's strange, you think, how someone can feel like both a stranger and the most familiar person in the world all at once.
Your hand is still on his, and Jake swears his heart actually stops for a second when you say his name like that, so soft and careful, like it's something precious.
He's spent so long being angry, being hurt, but right now, with you looking at him in the gentle glow of your fairy lights, hair messy and cheeks still slightly flushed from fever...
"You're really pretty," he murmurs before he can stop himself.
You let out a surprised laugh, pulling your hand back to cover a small cough. "I am literally coughing up a storm," you say, looking down at your attire. "I look a mess."
"No, you don't," Jake says, too quickly, too honestly. The words hang in the air between you.
His eyes can't seem to stay still - taking in how your hair falls around your face, flickering to the way your lips part slightly in surprise at his bluntness. You look soft and close enough that he can see your soft breaths, and his heart is doing something dangerous in his chest.
Then you cough again, small but enough to remind him that you're sick, that this probably isn't the time for... whatever his heart is trying to do right now.
Jake clears his throat, reaching for the Lego box perhaps a bit too quickly.
"Want to make this together?" he asks, voice slightly rougher than usual. It's an escape route, a way to ease the tension that's been building, to quiet the loud beating of his heart that he's sure you must be able to hear.
But when you smile and nod, scooting closer to look at the box, he thinks maybe his heart isn't going to quiet down anytime soon.
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How would W react to an MC who is obsessed with them? Like they need help with a small thing? MC drop everything and run to the rescue. W doesnât take care of themselves? Why bother when MC takes care of them.
Wâs presence wasnât always loud, but it was startling, an emotional thunderhead that you could feel rumbling in your ribs before it even fully cracked.
when the call came, their voice tried to sound casual but failed miserably. âi, uh, could use a hand with something.â
it didnât matter what it wasâsomething about a deadline theyâd forgotten or a lamp theyâd broken while pacing in frustration. you didnât even ask. you dropped your coffee cup on the kitchenette counter, grabbed your jacket, and bolted out the door without thinking twice.
the quick walk to their suite was a blur and when you arrived, W was sitting cross-legged on the couch, their thin frame curled in on itself. they were wearing a mismatched pair of socks, one of them being yoursâthe blue one with the tiny stars that youâd lost weeks agoâand it was enough to make your heart ache.
âwhatâs wrong?â you asked, dropping your jacket at the door and crossing the room in three long strides.
W didnât answer right away. their fingers were busy tracing invisible patterns on the edge of their sweater, which was so oversized it might as well have been a blanket. their silence stretched like a taut wire, and then, finally, they said, âi forgot to eat again.â
your chest tightened. not with anger, not even with frustration, but with the unbearable weight of love for someone who couldnât always love themself. you didnât say anything. you just walked into their kitchenette and started rummaging through cabinets and the refridgerator.
there wasnât much to work withâa box of crackers, a bruised apple, a carton of almond milk. it didnât matter. you threw together something small and easy and brought it back to W, sitting beside them on the couch.
they looked at the plate like it was a challenge, their fingers twitching toward it but never quite making contact.
âiâm sorry,â they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.
âdonât,â you said, shaking your head. âyou donât have to apologize.â
âi do,â they insisted, their voice cracking. âyou shouldnât have toââ
âW,â you interrupted, your tone firmer than before. âiâm here because i want to be. because i love you. thatâs it. thatâs all there is to it.â
they looked at you then, their sapphire blue eyes watery and wide, and for a moment, you thought they might cry. instead, they reached for the plate and took a small bite of the apple. it wasnât much, but it was definitely a start.
that night, after theyâd eaten what they could and youâd cleaned up the remnants, you found yourself sitting together on the couch. W was curled against your side, their head resting on your shoulder, their fingers absently tracing shapes on your arm.
âyouâre warm,â they murmured, their voice soft and sleepy. âand you smell nice. like fresh laundry.â
you smiled, pressing a kiss to their temple. âand youâre wearing my missing sock.â
âitâs a good sock,â they said with a tired chuckle, tugging at the hem of it. âbetter than the pairs i own.â
âyou couldâve just asked for it,â you said.
they tilted their head to look up at you, their expression caught somewhere between a smirk and a fond smile. âand whereâs the fun in that?â
***
later, as the night deepened, W began to fidget. their fingers, which had been drawing lazy circles on your arm, began to scratch at their own thigh, leaving faint red marks in their wake.
âstop,â you said gently, catching their hand in yours.
they flinched but didnât pull away. âsorry.â
âdonât apologize,â you said, your voice kind. âjust⊠tell me whatâs wrong.â
they hesitated, their gaze fixed on the floor.
âi donât know how to stop feeling like this,â they admitted. âlike iâm⊠too much. or not enough. or both at the same time.â
your heart broke for the hundredth time that day. you pulled them closer, wrapping your arms around them like you could shield them from the weight of their own thoughts.
âyouâre not too much,â you said. âand youâre not not enough. youâre exactly who youâre supposed to be.â
they didnât respond, but their body relaxed slightly against yours. after a moment, they said, âi love you so much, i canât bear the pain.â
the words were so quiet you almost missed them, but when they sank in, they hit you like a freight train. you tightened your hold on them, pressing a kiss to the crown of their head.
âi love you so much, iâll bear it for you,â you whispered.
W looked up at you then, their eyes soft and full of something you couldnât quite name.
âyou mean that?â they asked tentatively.
âevery word,â you replied, leaving no room for doubt. W said nothing but their smile was brighter than the lights in the room.
after a while, W whispered in latin, âte amabo aeternum.â
you recognized the words instantly, even though Wâs accent was softer, less confident. i will love you forever.
âamabo te in aeternum,â you corrected gently, your voice warm and teasing. the structure mattered less than the sentiment, but you couldnât help it. Wâs latin was too endearing to leave unpolished.
âof course youâd fix that,â they muttered with a faint smile, their tone holding no actual irritation. âyou always seem to know everything, donât you?â
ânot everything,â you said, smiling softly as you ran your thumb along the back of their hand. âjust the important parts. like how much you mean to me.â
W looked up at you then, their blue eyes catching the light and you leaned in closer, your nose brushing against theirs.
âet ego te amo.â and i love you, you said, soft but firm, as if the words themselves could shield them from everything clawing at their mind.
they sighed, a sound that carried equal parts relief and exhaustion, and melted against you. âthank you for everything, mein stern.â
***
as the night wore on, W continued murmuring fragments of latin into the quietââes somnium meum,â they said at one point, and it took you a moment to piece it together. you are my dream.
you tightened your hold on them. âtibi in somniis et re in aeternum pertinebo,â you whispered back. i will belong to you in your dreams and reality forever.
that earned a smile from W, small but real, and when they finally closed their eyes, you stayed awake, holding them close. you whispered one final phrase into the night, one you werenât even sure theyâd catch:
âin saecula saeculorum.â forever and ever.
they didnât respond, but their breathing slowed, steady and even, their body curled against yours with all the trust and affection that they could ever afford to give back.
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not the best with words
Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Word Count: ~500
CW: none
Emergency Request Fulfilled: I'd really like some comfort from Bakugou. Lately I've been feeling ... frayed. Every minute of every day feels like 2 seconds away from doing something stupid or reckless or harmful just to hold a bit of power over myself again, and I think the only thing stopping me is the fear I'd learn that even my very worst coping mechanisms can't help me anymore. A stack of weighted blankets can really only do so much to hold a person together, ya know?
When you ask Katsuki to Talk to me, he isnât quite sure what you mean. He doesnât consider himself to be the best with words, and he very nearly tells you so Whaddya mean? Iâm not good at that. But a single glance at the brightness in your eyes, too rehearsed to be happy, convinces him otherwise. Really, he wishes you would talk to him. Tell him whatâs wrong. Tell him why youâre wincing away from his touch, your fingers clutching tighter and tighter at the sheets â why youâre looking at him like he could save you. Heâd be willing. Truly. But save you from what?
âKatsuki?â
You say his name strongly. Stronger than the way you gnaw at your bottom lip, and stronger than the jolt of your knee when he tries to brush his leg against yours.
âIâm here.â
And he knows you need more than that. He knows by the dip of your chin and the loudness of your breaths; by the sinking of your shoulders and the restlessness of your feet â he knows he should say something. Anything.
âI made a sandwich today. It was pretty good,â he pauses, a rush of awkwardness warming his ears, âI saw that rose bush on patrol. Itâs budding now. Iâll take a picture of it when it blooms.â
He blinks at the feeling of your palm on his chest, your eyes finally closed as a smile tugs at his mouth.
âDeku called. I told him I was busy. He knew I was lying. Whatever.â
You nod knowingly, toes pressing into his shins as he continues.
âI love you. I know somethingâs bothering you. I love you. Iâm terrible at this.â
âThank you.â
âFor being terrible?â he scoffs, kissing the top of your head.
âFor talking to me.â
âWell duh.â
A quiet giggle fills Katsukiâs heart as you look up at him, eyes still too bright, but less guarded â shiny.
âYouâre crying,â he says carefully.
âIâm sad.â
He shrugs, âThatâs okay.â
âIâm falling apart,â you clarify.
âThatâs⊠not okay?â
You snort, âI know.â
âI can keep talking.â
And he does. About his day and the weather. About his ideas for your next date together and the stupid idiot who got stuck in a tree. About how his parents are doing and that Eijiro wants to hang out soon. About how heâs worried for you, but sucks at being worried. About how heâd protect you from the world, but I canât. About how heâs running out of things to talk about, but I guess I could recite my favorite recipes? Or see how many birthdays I can remember? Because he doesnât understand. He doesnât understand why youâre crying, why youâre sad, and definitely not why youâre falling apart. He doesnât know how or where to fix your hurt. He isnât certain he ever could. But he does consider himself to be in love with you, and he is entirely sure that Iâm not going anywhere.
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Cuddles đ
Freddy đ»: Hands down the best for cuddles. If he's free, ask him and he'll definitely offer you a spot on his lap and in his arms. Definitely a big spoon, there's just no way you could handle tons of metal on top of you. Even Freddy wouldn't recommend that, he'd crush you. When you're (ever) free or in need of a mental break of it all, Freddy would always be there for a cuddle session. He's so warm, like a heated blanket. 10 out of 10 cuddles.
Chica đ: Of course she'll cuddle you! Little spoon or big spoon it don't matter. What matters is that you're happily snuggling together. While she maybe the smallest of the bunch, she's still pretty heavy. Don't ask about a woman's weight how dare you! Is prone to chat with you to the point where you stay up all night.
Monty đ: Cuddles are the best with Monty. Yes his body heat is lower than Freddy but that doesn't deter you. If you like colder surfaces then he's perfect for you. If not, well then he can't do anything about it. Claws---er---sharp nails would trace your skin. Freckles, pimple scars, stretch marks, a pointer finger would follow these ephemeral trails one after the other. Forgot to mention: Definite big spoon. Giant mass of metal would crush your body. Monty's already scared to scratch you, crushing you was out of the options. Sometimes you could hear a purring/snoring like sound when you lay on him.
Roxy đș: Yeah, she can go for a cuddle. The least likely to ask for cuddles. By that I mean you two cuddle involuntary. "On accident" if you will. Big spoon for her. The least she'll do is lay a hand on your waist or play with your hair.
Sun đ: He loves cuddles. Is prone to start cuddling you randomly; appearing out of nowhere and snuggling against the crook of your neck. You'll be tangled in long, gangly limbs and heated by a high energy using battery. Yes his internal body heat is higher than Freddy, you'll start sweat after a few minutes. It's surprising for someone so hyper-active to lay down and cuddle you in silence; even though he's buzzing on the inside, you're so small and cute laying against like this. Definite big spoon, however little spooning occurs when his battery runs low. A head would rest on your lap as he peacefully drifts off, mumbling drowsily about how much he loves you. You would pet his hair and kiss his forehead whilst he sleeps.
Moon đ: I keep forgetting to put this so: Big Spoon. To the point where he carries you, initiating cuddle time. 10 out of 10 cuddles btw, which isn't surprising cuz naptime is his specialty; he was made to do this. He'll stroke his fingers through your hair, singing lullabies. And it doesn't help that he smells like lavender. Out of all the animatronics, Moon has the coldest body heat, which is nice for those love the cold. But if you get cold easily, he swaddle you in blankets to warm you up. Can't have his star freezing now. It's also common for both you and Sun to have a little cuddle party together, with Sun and you sleeping while Moon caresses your huddled bodies underneath the glow-in-the-dark stars.Â
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Morning. Have a story.
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It was difficult to do things with Adamâs hand in his. Forced to be together, they fought worse than before.
Charlieâs plan had the opposite effect she was hoping for. Now they couldnât escape each other until the twenty-four hour timer was up, and so fought like crazy because they couldnât escape each other.
âHurry up!â Lucifer hissed with his back turned. The first man took too long to piss.
âItâs fucking hard to go with you there. Calm your ass down.â Adam sniped back.
At last Adam finished and flushed. They washed their hands and were faced with the next problem. Getting ready for bed.
It sucked having to use his left hand to brush his teeth, but his right was occupied. But the real problem was getting undressed.
They could both look away, but they couldnât let go. Eventually as their clothing was stuck on their arms, Lucifer gave up. He snapped his fingers and used magic to finish getting them both down to their boxers.
Lucifer had to take the left side of the bed and crawling in was more like shuffling.
Muttering polite, but half-hearted, good nights, they tried to sleep.
Adam couldnât toss and turn. He liked laying on his right side but his left hand was firmly attached to Luciferâs right hand.
After several minutes Lucifer got pissy. âFucking, cut it out. Stop moving.â
âI canât sleep like this.â Adam fidgeted, âI need to lay on my right side.â
âFine. If it gets you to stop moving.â Lucifer began climbing over Adam. Stopping as he straddled Adamâs waist to figure out where to go next.
Adamâs cock stirred at the image on Lucifer on him like that. Their fingers entwined, on of Luciferâs hands on his pec. The idea of that twig of a fallen angel riding him popped up and Adam wasnât sure heâd be able to sleep for a different reason.
Luciferâs snakey tongue stuck out as he thought. Now Adam was thinking about what a blowjob with that tongue would feel like.
Before he could shove Lucifer off him, Lucifer laid down on his chest and rolled off. Dragging Adam to his side as they now spooned.
Wiggling against him, Lucifer used Adamâs right arm as a pillow and they were now cuddling.
There was no way Lucifer couldnât feel the chub against his ass. The ass that was just right there. A little bit of fabric in the way.
Adam could spread Lucifer and bury himself deep.
He swallowed hard. Maybe Lucifer would be into that? Want it just as bad? He wasnât moving away even through there was definitely a dick-
Lucifer snored.
âMotherfucker.â
Adam had to ignore his prick. He was almost there when Lucifer whimpered.
In his sleep, Luciferâs legs kicked. It was just a tad, but enough for Luciferâs ass to rub against his crotch.
He wanted to get pissed that he was being teased, but it was obvious Lucifer was having a nightmare.
One arm was trapped under Luciferâs head, the other was in Luciferâs hand, so he did the only thing he could. He shook the guy a little.
âHey!â Adam tried to bring Lucifer back to the awake world.
Lucifer moaned sleepily and that did not fucking help.
âGet up, asshole.â
He groaned and rubbed his head against Adamâs arm. So Adam pulled Lucifer in closer, squeezing him like a squeaky toy.
Lucifer wasnât hurt, rather he cuddled closer, pulling Adam more on top of him. He let out a content little sigh.
Adam was almost completely on top of Lucifer. âThe fuck am I? A weighted blanket?â He grumbled but Lucifer stopped kicking his hooves.
It was a little awkward with their one hands forced to be together, but it was kind of cozy.
When was the last time he held a partner? Cuddled? Adam couldnât recall.
In heaven he just fucked off after sex. Hell too. Hell-born chicks didnât expect him to stick around.
It was nice to cuddle.
He rested his head on top of Luciferâs. Adam closed his eyes, unsure if heâd sleep, but heâd try.
A whiny little, âAdaaaam.â Woke him before the alarm.
Lucifer wriggled against him, under him. That little ass rubbing him just right.
âWake up!â Lucifer was pinned and Adam grinned.
He ducked his head down to whisper in what he approximated Luciferâs ear holes to be, âmorning, babe.â Adam ground his dick into Luciferâs ass. âThe way youâre grinding against my dick, youâre making me think you want to go for a ride.â
Lucifer grabbed Adamâs face with his free hand and shoved him away. âFuck off. If anything, Iâd top you, asshole.â
Adam rolled his hips against Lucifer. âBet I could make you a crying, whimpering, mess, begging me for more.â
The sin of pride didnât like that.
He was quickly shoved onto his back and while Lucifer was back to straddling him, Adam barely recognized the mass of tentacles as being Lucifer before he was enveloped by them.
Adam gasped as his every limb was wrapped around. The tentacles were slippery and it made him hot wherever he was touched. Luciferâs lips were on his and a tentacle tongue swiped his mouth.
His mouth started to drool as it heated up. Lucifer seemed to be able to bend and twist as through he had no spine or bones. As Luciferâs mouth left him, what was clearly a dick took its place.
He didnât gag like he felt he should have, the coating on Luciferâs tentacle tongue seemed to have numbed his gag reflex and Adam easily deep throated Luciferâs massive cock.
The dick was in his throat, his face was being fucked as more tentacles wrapped around his cock, heating it up with its lube until Adam felt like he was in a nice soft warm cunt. Another few spread his ass cheeks. It teased his ass. Touching the sensitive skin and warming him until Adam couldnât stand it anymore and tried to get the tentacle to enter him.
When it did, Adam wanted to moan but his mouth and throat were still full.
It worked him open slowly, teasingly, increasing in size as it fucked him.
The pleasure in him kept rising.
Lucifer was rocking in and out of Adamâs mouth and Adam was enjoying having his mouth and throat used.
As the tentacle in his ass drove itself deep into him, electricity sizzled up his back. His cock had never been in such a tight spot. It felt like he was constantly entering a chick.
Tentacles teased his nipples. Little suckers on the ends of them pumping.
âGood boy,â Lucifer panted from Adamâs chest. âLook at you, bottoming like a champ. I knew you were all talk. You have lips that beg to be wrapped around a big cock. Iâm going to cum down your throat and then fill your ass.â Lucifer fucked his face faster. âCanât leave my new bitchâs ass empty. You wonât be happy until youâre dripping cum for the rest of the day. Or maybe I should plug you. Keep you wet and spread so whenever I want, I can bend you over. Say something if you donât want that.â
Adam couldnât make a noise if he wanted to and Lucifer knew it.
âAww, you love that idea so much.â Lucifer booped him on the nose. âOkay, sweetie. You can spend the day stuffed full and waiting for me to take you whenever I want. Such a good slut.â
Lucifer moaned and the cock in his mouth was pushed in as far as it could go.
As Lucifer pulled out, Adam could taste the cum left on the tip of the cock.
He coughed and took a deep breathe. They didnât need to breathe, but it was something their body wanted to do.
The tentacles left his ass and Luciferâs hard cock filled him again.
Adam moaned and writhed. The suckers on his chest drove him nuts. The tentacle held him and he was forced to keep his legs spread, he wanted to wrap them around Luciferâs waist. Their hands still held together through that spell.
Lucifer changed the angle as he fucked Adam until Adam screamed. âOH GOD!â
âThatâs the spot.â
He pounded into it as Adam came.
As Adam went limp he wondered how long Lucifer would fuck him. How long Lucifer would take his pleasure from Adamâs body.
The tentacles and their strange lube kept Adam in a pleasant zone of being teased. Not enough to drive him crazy if he didnât get off again, but enough to enjoy as Lucifer continued to fuck him.
Adam flexed his muscles around Luciferâs cock. Hoping to hurry the man up. It felt good but he was exhausted.
Lucifer moaned as he did and it wasnât long before Adam felt him tense.
Pulling out, Lucifer went back to normal and let himself crash onto the bed. Snapping his fingers so they were clean.
He stretched and sighed, âbeen a long time since Iâve done that.â
Suddenly, Lucifer sat up. âAlmost forgot.â He pressed a finger into Adamâs ass and Adam let out a startled noise as he felt something plug him. It stretched him a little but didnât feel like it would easily come out.
âWhat did you do?â
âWhat I said I would.â
It wriggled inside of him. Rubbing his prostate on occasion.
âTake it out! I canât go around with this inside of me! Itâs bad enough I let you fuck me!â
Lucifer gave him a mischievous grin. âI could. Or I could add more tentacles. Something to catch the cum. Some suckers on your nipples. You can sit at breakfast, trying to keep a straight face as you cum.â Used his free hand, Lucifer groped Adamâs nuts, fondling them and rolling them a little. âIâd love to give you a snack before lunch. Watch you blow me instead of just watching how well you do at getting your face fucked. Earn that protein.â
Adam was perking back up and Lucifer had another tentacle envelope his cock.
âYou like that donât you?â
He whimpered.
âYeah. Big man needs to be put in his place.â Lucifer grabbed Adamâs head and yanked in into his crotch. âAnd I think your place is right where I can fuck you. How about it, babe? Want this?â
Adam licked the cock in front of his mouth.
âGood boy.â
A thrill ran up his spine. Oh fuck yeah. He liked that.
âPraise me.â Adam demanded.
Lucifer was taken aback. He was doing an, âIâm in charge,â thing. He was expecting defiance or compliance. Not for Adam to make his own demands.
âUhh,â Luciferâs looked Adam over. âYouâre hot like that?â
âYeah, like that, but without the question at the end.â
âYou look so fucking good licking my dick, baby.â
Adam licked him some more.
It was like he was now being rewarded for praising Adam right. Lucifer couldnât tell if he was loosing his grip on the situation. He couldnât tell if that was a bad thing.
âI want to see you ride me at someone point.â What would Adam do for praise? âSee that ass of yours move as you moan. You look so good. I want to see you taking pleasure. Using my cock like a dildo to get off. Bet itâs hot.â
Adam used more of his mouth.
âYouâre so good at this. Your pretty mouth was made for blowjobs. Bet you can deep throat on your own.â
It was as deep as Adam could do at this angle, with one mouth and one hand to keep him up. Still, Adamâs tongue licked the tip as he bobbed up and he sucked as he bobbed down, Lucifer rambled on about how pretty his eyes were, how good he was whatever came to mind. Called Adam smart, handsome, talented, until Adam pulled off to moan and cum.
Panting as he jerked Lucifer off. âGod fuck me. This feels good.â
Adam went back to blowing Lucifer and Lucifer enjoyed the sight.
He continued to rattle of praise for everything from how soft Adamâs hair was to how well he played music until Lucifer couldnât hold back anymore and filled Adamâs mouth.
âOpen wide.â Lucifer requested.
Adam opened his mouth so Lucifer could see it covered in cum.
âGood boy. Swallow.â
Adam swallowed.
âYou are perfect.â Lucifer praised.
Surging up, Adam kissed him.
âSay it again.â
âYou, Adam, are perfect.â
Adam kissed him some more. They made out with Lucifer calling Adam perfect over and over between kisses.
They never ended up leaving the bedroom of Luciferâs suite.
Instead spending the day like a pair of honeymooners.
When the spell wore off and they had free range of their hands again, it only fuelled their lust.
Texts and calls went unanswered. Lucifer had to yell at Charlie that everything was fine and to go away.
When night fell and theyâd lost track of how many time theyâd had sex. They laid curled up together, feeding each other nibbles of food and drink Lucifer conjured between kisses.
âThis is nice.â Adam sighed after finishing his strawberry and cheese.
âHmm.â Lucifer agreed, kissing Adamâs forehead. âWeâll have to leave eventually though.â
âDo we?â
âYeah. Reality is closing in, baby.â Lucifer popped a grape in his mouth.
âLame.â Adam stroked Luciferâs soft skin over surprisingly hard muscle. If he wasnât at least fifteen orgasms over his limit and cumming dry, his dick would be getting hard over how attractive Luciferâs chest was.
âHate to spoil the mood, but,â Lucifer pressed a chocolate covered almond to Adamâs lips and he took it in his mouth to eat. âIs this something you want to keep doing? Cause, Iâm having a great day. And Iâd like to keep doing this, you, being together, thing.â
Adam hadnât really thought about the future. He hadnât really dated anyone since, 1470 something?
He went out with chicks but it was mostly fucking. Adam didnât really know how to date. Most of his dates over the eons had been disastrous.
They called him a prick, or some variation of egotistical asshole, depending on the time period. So he stopped bothering with most dates and stuck to mainly one night stands.
Oh there was that one chick recently but she never put out. So were they even dating? To begin with?
He didnât fucking know. Heaven just gave him wives. They never asked about where the relationship was heading or shit.
âUhhh, sure?â Adam wasnât sure. âItâs been a pretty fucking great day.â It had been. âSo, yeah. Letâs do it some more.â Getting his brains fucked out regularly sounded great.
âSure. But. Does that mean you want to date or just screw?â Lucifer was turning a little gold around the edges.
It was cute.
Adam liked it.
He kissed Lucifer.
As he pulled apart his heart beat like they fucked, hard.
The little bastard was worming his way into Adamâs stupid heart. He was such a gluttony for praise.
Of course if he did date Lucifer, heâd get lots of praise. And sex. And cuddles. And hanging out with someone.
âYeah, alright.â
Lucifer was pretty cute. Especially the way he lit up and smiled at him.
âStupid heart.â Adam muttered quietly as it pounded harder seeing Luciferâs stupid smile.
Some cheese and slice of apple were pressed to Adamâs mouth and he chewed as Lucifer talked.
âIâll have to tell Charlie her holding hands to get along spell worked. But not to use it again.â
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IM GIVING DREW A WEIGHTED BLANKET
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I would like to give everyone soup
âIâm sorry, Drew isnât up for much talking at the moment! Or touch, for that matter. But he thanks you all, regardless!â
#the soup was devoured so fast#I assure you#and yes Drew knows a little bit of asl!!#not much though#Jsut enough so he can communicate when he needs to be nonverbal#the weighted blanket will definitely help#phrart#art#poppy playtime#catnap poppy playtime#thing poppy playtime#Drew poppy playtime#ask the three dâs#the three d's
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Hear me out, SR with a weighted blanket.
He may actually start crying
#I have a weighted blanket too ;D#helps with my anxiety a lil i love it#it will definitely work for him#smart roy#dhmisau#asks
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Why, is he so pretty (Patreon)
Bonus Max â„
#Doodles#SCII#Damned#Helix#ZEX#Max Vyer#Doodles between studies and playing with hair how could this have happened hehehe âȘ#Hghhghgh every time - Every Time!! Every time I see sketches it Makes Me Want To Draw and then I do and it's great and I love it#Inspire!! My favourite âȘ#Helps when the subject is as cute as ZEX is hehe <3#First one was before that but I'm still counting it because he's still just as cute lol#Back him into a corner do it (and also give him kisses he deserves it)#He's just so popular! All eyes on him!#The more experienced in the leader role â«#The rest are all inspired-bys lol - the studies were quite fun as well! They always are#I hadn't really given much consideration to his hair to be honest :0 Other than feeling like I make his hair too long and fluffy lol#But to me fluff = fluff = fluff so seeing the shapes broken down was really neat :D#How it would react to being up or down or different weights and thicknesses and curliness - very cool! Like it a lot :D#I really like his bangs covering his closed eye hehe <3 Weighted or otherwise! Just seems like it'd be convenient for him#That way that hair in your eyes limits your visibility and/or blink a bunch but he just keeps his shut haha#There's also something nice about it being out of his face and you can see his closed eye so clearly as well âȘ#Conversation starter hehe#And one that's not a style study but /is/ from after doing a couple haha - nose ear and eyes seem to be the big factors there hmm#It's interesting :3#And fun! :D#And then a bonus Max for funsies because I'm Love Him and he's So cute <3#Cannot draw this man without a pillow he embodies pillows to me he needs a pillow that is His Prop in my head lol#If/when I make that Max plush (it's still on my mind) definitely gonna have to make him a pajama set with pillow and blanket#Needs the cute sleepies! It's required!!!
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Shiny.. Furret Mail!
Your door Slams open and in comes the pinkest Furret you've ever seen, its clearly different to Atlas', specifically in the fact that its wearing Bright, Neon pink robes and a pink Wizard hat with fake Beautifly wings attached to the rim of the Hat.
It slinks over to you, excitedly chirping as it seems to use Follow Me! Swaying side to side excitedly before bouncing around, careful to not disrupt anything:
It then hands you a Pink package; Containing a bright Pink and blue weighted blanket, themed after Porygon-Z, Surprisingly!
The Little, excited Furret then excitedly bounds off, to wherever it came from, robes swishing behind it.
hey, lil guy- where'd you come from...? um, thank you- i really... i appreciate it... picked up treats yesterday, too, so... probably have something for you...
#pkmn irl#pelipper mail#(how many weighted blankets does this boy have at this point...)#(this definitely helped though... silly little thing...)
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Mha Boys When You Sleep Over For The First Time
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Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki,Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Shouta Aizawa, ââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
I.Midoriya: Honestly poor boy would be so nervous he barely could achieve sleep, expect a lot of him asking you if you need anything âare you cold? do you need another blanket? are you sure you wanna be this close?â. . . yeah youâre in for a long night.
K.Bakugo: Starts out farthest away as possible from you claiming he didnât even want you over to begin with, but⊠gradually as the night progresses he inches closer unbeknownst to you. you wake up the next morning practically capsuled in his arms, the boy actually looking peaceful for once as he slept.
S.Todoroki: Hesitant at first, offers to take the couch multiple times before eventually giving up as you two climb into bed, is kinda awkward but relaxes gradually as his arm drapes loosely around your neck resting on your collarbone. definitely a back sleeper, you feel comforted by his. slow and paced breathing as you drift off.
D.Kaminari: Is practically bursting at the seems with excitement, canât help but imagine lewd things that might go down with you sharing a bed, has unmistakable disappointment when he realizes there would be no⊠suggestive activities. is still ecstatic to be this close to you, accidentally shocks you once during the night because he was so excitedâŠ
E.Kirishima: Probably the chillest about it, pampers you and makes sure you have everything you need (because chivalry is manly he says). cuddles galore! lets you play with his hair while itâs down, lacking any product. you braid and put cute little barrettes in it. definitely is a snorer, as well as the one who moves all over the map in their sleep.
K.Takami: Hawks is over the moon on the inside but acts nonchalantly, definitely has a big ass double king size bed for his wings loaded up with pillows, snacks right before bed, you donât know how but youâll randomly find a feather or two smushed between some pillows. heâs a stomach sleeper curtesy of his wings, unknowingly drapes a wing around you in his sleep, you wake up to him snoring face down in the pillows.
S.Aizawa: Definitely is out cold once he hits the pillow, is already tired as is throughout the day, so once his head is graced with the luxury of a mattress he.is.gone. on days where heâs not as tired heâll ask for massage, which you happily oblige to, your fingers working out the stress built up from teaching and being a hero. his worries slip away when heâs with you and thereâs nothing he loves more than a night where heâs falling asleep in your arms, his mattress having the extra weight of his lover accompanying him.
#bnha x reader#bnha#mha x reader#mha#deku x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x reader#bnha deku#hawks x y/n#hawks x you#hawks x reader#aizawa shouta#denki x reader#aizawa x reader#kirishima eijirou#kirishima x reader#shouto todoroki#todoroki x reader#shoto torodoki#shoto x reader
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Too heavy for me? Never
LADS men reaction to you only somewhat joking about being too heavy for them
Sylus -
He'll raise an eyebrow at you, staring down at you as you realize the joke fell flat. You try to back peddle, not wanting to cause any confrontation that never helps you feel better about your body anyway, but he simply holds up a hand to stop you with a shake of his head.
"I don't want to hear it, sweetie. I already know the nonsense you're going to say. How about you just come with me right now to the gym instead?"
You don't know how to tell him that saying that truly shattered your heart into a million pieces, so you just follow him in silence instead. You didn't think he would insult you so casually, and you were now trying to brace yourself for the inadequate feelings and self-loathing you were about to experience by having to train at the gym with him.
But... he didn't ask you to do a workout. He didn't tell you to get on a piece of equipment or to lie down on a mat for a physical exercise.
He told you to sit on a small bench against the wall while he went to the free weights close by.
Wordlessly, he loads weights- two- no, three times your weight onto the bar, before moving to lift it. Once. Twice. Again, and again and again-
His eyes flicker over to you at some point, and instead of making any remark or reference to the emotions clear across your face, he flashes you a slight smirk, just like he always does.
"Have I made myself clear, sweetie?"
Zayne -
Zayne will definitely think you're just pretending to be stupid at first.
He will look down at you with his brows furrowed and a small smile creeping on his lips, thinking it's all a joke.
"I lift myself during my workouts fairly easily, and I am capable of lifting a lot more. Quite funny, though I wouldn't make this form of humor a habit. It isn't particularly good for your mental health."
Then he realizes you're actually being serious in what you're saying.
He's upset, to put it lightly, but hes trying not to let it show. Favoring a small frown across his usually firm expression as he studies your face. Your heart will jolt just a little bit when you process just how sad his eyes look though... obviously he's hurt that you would even think something like that about yourself, much less come to believe it as true.
"Allowing a part of your brain to lie to you is not healthy if you don't push back with the truth. And the truth here, is that you are nowhere near too heavy for me to lift or carrying, even for prolonged periods of time. To demonstrate-"
And like it's nothing, he's picking you up and carrying you. His destination is not important, and the protests spewing from your lips fall on deaf ears as you try to gentle squirm out of his grasp. He'll continue to explain why your viewpoint is flawed, methodically and with logic, and in a way that you find yourself unable to argue back.
He doesn't want you to.
He knows you're wrong, and he will stop at nothing to prove it.
Xavier -
He's more surprised at the statement than anything. At first, he thinks you're making a jab at his strength, and wonders if he slipped up in front of one too many Wanderers and now needs to prove himself just to get you to stop teasing him for being 'weak'.
Once he (quickly) realizes that you're talking about yourself, jabbing at your own body and state, rather than at him, it's like a spark igniting in him.
"What? What would ever make you think that? No- that's not right. That's not right at all."
He's immediately going to try and grab you to lift you up, he doesn't care where you both are or what you're doing. Even if you've just woken up in bed and are still relaxing, he's trying to pick you up right then and there.
He stumbles trying to lift you, falling backward onto the pile of blankets and plushies that has taken over his bed. He feels awful, worried that you'll take his misstep as him falling over from your weight, immediately apologizing and trying to sit up and pick you up again before falling forward from the plush surface he's trying to rise on giving out too much beneath him.
You're both a giggling mess by then, and it's obvious to you that he's going to keep trying to prove it to you, just... a bit clumsily so. Several more attempts will be made as the evening goes on, and pretty soon he's showing you just how easily it is for him to lift you up- especially if he keeps doing it over and over and over again.
And he will continue to do it over and over and over again, even after today. As many times as it takes.
Rafayel -
You definitely made a mistake saying anything self-depreciating around him. Especially with how much he likes to prove you wrong in playful situations, this is something similar, but a lot more serious to him.
He'll make fun of you for anything, as long as you know he's just being lighthearted even if he's grumpy or upset when he fires a quip off at you.
But the second you agree with him, or say something bad about yourself- whether jokingly or dead serious- the gloves are off. He won't accept that from you, and he's already on it to figure out how to turn the opinion you've formed of yourself on it's head and into a more positive outlook.
Lifts you up bridal carry while spinning- quite literally sweeping you off your feet while he whisks you away. You would think you were a princess with how he spins around his studio with you in his arms, with no regard to the paintings or projects around him as he dances with you in his arms. And no matter how hard you protest, he doesn't stop until he feels for himself that he's done enough, giggling the entire time.
"Are you really going to doubt a sea god's strength? Geez, I didn't realize you were such a rude human."
He'll hold you up enough to press his forehead against yours, nuzzling against you with a smile, the slightest sadness playing across his expression.
"Man, I must be pretty lousy that you would ever think something like that about yourself. That must mean I don't think to pick you up enough like you deserve. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you by whisking you away every chance I see you from now on."
#.writey#love and deepspace#lads#lds#x reader#lds sylus#lds zayne#lds xavier#lds rafayel#rafayel x reader#zayne x reader#xavier x reader#sylus x reader
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quick thought about cockwarming simon on a camping trip.
heâs taken you deep into the woods, somewhere nice and safe and secluded, a place both of you could relax without worrying about anybody else.
he wouldnât let you help him set up the tent, insisted it was easier if he just did it himself.
youâve learned not to take offense when he says things like that. just because he never intends to hurt your feelings, itâs usually just true.
he also insisted on buying the biggest, fanciest tent available.
no, simon isnât usually so flashy, but he wanted this to feel like an escape.
the inflatable mattress he packed was topped with a plush mattress pad, and he definitely didnât skimp on the blankets and pillows.
it was certainly more comfortable than most of the places simon has found himself sleeping in before.
you were hesitant about the whole trip when the radar showed rain, but simon just grunted when you shared the news.
it was like him to shrug off something that shouldâve ruined your weekend away.
and it did rain, but simon came prepared for that, of course.
he packed two tarps, one for underneath the tent, and one to drape over the tent for extra protection from the downpour.
now here you are, pleasantly full of your boyfriend, listening to the rain hit the tarp and roll down the sides.
despite the relatively cool weather, your cheeks are flush with warmth.
you feel the heat radiating from the tops of simonâs thighs and you sigh. his huge hand is petting back your hair, and even though heâs not entirely graceful about it because heâs half asleep, itâs still nice, and youâll still complain if he stops.
feeling the weight of him between your own thighs calms you to sleep. the pressure of him filling you up so well and the soothing smell of the rain sends you right to sleep in his arms.
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ââ đŠč !ăTICKLISH?
chris sturniolo x fem!reader.
SUMMARY: who knew a conversation about tickling would lead to this?
CONTENTS: SMUT! with small plot, established! friendship, dom!chris x sub!reader, pet names are used (ma,baby, angel, i think thatâs all?), unprotected p n v (no bueno), a TEENY bit of fluff, + moreâŠ
WC: 5.6k
REQUEST: open <3
AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORYLINE. i DONT allow any copying, "inspiration" or plagiarism. a smidge new to writing smut so BARE W ME YALL! let me unleash my freak. NOT PROOF READ, ignore any typos pls n thx
âyouâre a liarâ
âiâm not i swear! im literally not ticklishâ you snort,
"youâre definitely a liar," chris accuses again, seeing you snort and grab the remote from him. he takes the moment to dig his fingers into your side, searching for a reaction. your lips part in a small gasp, your face holding a stoic expression that contrasts with his surprised expression. his hands and jaw drop as you readjust on the bed, hitting play on the movie without a word.
âthereâs no way, youâve gotta be ticklish somewhereâ chris throws your blanket off your lap, revealing your feet, and begins trying to tickle your toes through your socks. you shake your head with a smile, trying to hold back laughter.
chris exclaims, "itâs the socks!" while reaching for the hem of your ankle sock, but you quickly pull your leg away, denying him access.
you push chris's hands away every time he grabs your ankles, cackling as you do so. despite the effort to remain nonchalant, your body responds, the skin under his touch turning hot.
"you're not touching my bare feet, idiot! thatâs disgusting," you tease, trying to play it cool.
âcâmon! you know youâre gonna laugh thatâs whyâ chris giggles, a large grin on his face, as he playfully grapples with you over your feet. despite your protests, he uses his body weight to pin down your legs, resulting in squeals and pleas not to touch your bare feet.
as he disregards your objections, you let out a noise that is a mix between a groan and a giggle, your attempts to resist in vain.
chris swiftly removes your sock and tickles the sole of your foot with his fingers, prompting you to snort and playfully smack his back in protest.
"okay, well, you're broken!" he laughs, sitting back and resting against the headboard next to you. you put your sock back on and shake your head as you giggle.
chris's smile grows wider in response to your laughter, a sound he has yet to tire of even after 8 years of friendship.
you shrug as you reach for the bowl of popcorn and munch on a few pieces, your eyes fixed on the television in front of you.
âi mean, maybe,â you continue speaking, âyou could literally touch me anywhere, and you still wouldn't get a reaction.â
chris remains still beside you, silently studying your figure. his gaze wanders down to your bare thighs peeking out from under his large hoodie, one that youâve been wearing for so many years that it practically belongs to you now.
however, something about the sight of you in his clothes and in his bed, along with your words, causes his heart to thump a little too quickly for comfort.
Chris clears his throat and shakes his head slightly, trying to rid himself of the thoughts racing through his mind. He reaches for the popcorn in your lap, but you swiftly withdraw the bowl and smack his hand.
"no way!" you exclaim, feigning disgust, "you just touched my feet with those hands! go wash them first!"
as chris rolls his eyes playfully and gets up to head to the bathroom, you can't help but notice how your heart starts to flutter louder than before. despite yourself, the sight of his small smile makes your pulse quicken even more.
he disappears momentarily into the bathroom, the sound of the water running echoes from within, as he washes his hands. you remain on the bed, still struggling to compose yourself.
chris exits the bathroom with an exaggerated slowness, his hands covered in soap bubbles. he rubs them together aggressively, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in a determined expression, and locks eyes with you. the silence in the air is almost palpable as he stands there awkwardly.
âwhat are you doing?â you question
chris looks at you, and his tongue quickly darts out to moisten his lips.
"iâm washing my hands," he responds, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
you raise an eyebrow and look at him skeptically. "yea, but why are you doing it outside the bathroom?" you ask, still questioning his actions.
chris looks down at his hands, then back up to the television, and finally back down to you. he shrugs sheepishly before hastily retreating back into the bathroom, the sound of the door shutting behind him.
you remain there for a moment, slightly confused by his behavior, but eventually turn your focus back to the movie playing on the screen.
after a few minutes, chris reemerges, wiping his hands against the front of his shirt, and slips back into the bed next to you.
you silently move the popcorn bowl between the both of you, and he grabs a handful and shovels it into his mouth. for a few moments, silence hangs in the air as you both continue to watch the movie without a word.
then, slowly, chris breaks the silence, speaking up to you.
âhey,â he begins, grabbing your attention. you turn your head towards him, waiting for him to continue.
chris turns to face you, hesitating for a moment before continuing, âcan i ask you something?â
you turn to face him, a look of confusion on your features as you try to understand what he's talking about. it only takes a moment before realization dawns on you, as you recall the conversation about the discussion about ticklish spots.
"you mean...about the tickling thing?" you respond, wanting to confirm your suspicions. he nods, confirming your thought, "yeah," he responds, a hint of seriousness in his voice.
you turn back to him, still not quite sure where he's going with this. "what do you mean? i just meant iâm not...ticklish like you are," you shrug, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.
âwhat are you looking at?â your question, his attention snaps back to the present as you speak, his cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment. for a few moments, the only sound comes from the movie playing in the background.
finally, he breaks the silence, his words coming out hesitantly.
âcanâŠcan i try something?â he mumbles softly, his eyes tracing your facial features slowly.
âuhm..sure?â you respond, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as chris slowly scoots closer to you.
âjustâŠjust donât- donât freak out âkay?â he sighs softly, placing a hand on your cheek as you nod.
as chris brushes his nose against yours, your eyebrows scrunch together in momentary confusion. but before you can process what's happening, his tongue slips out to moisten his lips, and his eyelids flutter closed and his lips pressed against yours.
your body tenses instinctively, but the soft caress of his thumb against your cheek instantly soothes you, and you can feel yourself melting into his lips.
the kiss is tender and unhurried, both of you moving delicately, as if any sudden move could shatter the fragile moment.
what started as a soft, gentle kiss gradually transforms into something much more intense. your tongue brushes against his lips, a silent request that is swiftly granted, and the pace picks up rapidly. your breathing quickens as your hands move to tangle themselves in his messy curls.
the kiss devolves into a messy dance of teeth and tongue, each battling for dominance, neither willing to back down.
chris groans, and his grip on your cheek shifts to your neck, gently squeezing while pulling you closer against him.
you break away from the kiss, gasping for air as you try to regain control of your breathing. the sensation of his hot breath on your skin has your head spinning. slowly, he lowers his head, tilting your chin up to expose more of your neck, and begins trailing a path of soft kisses down its length.
his lips travel down the smooth expanse of your skin, and he sucks gently, marking your flesh with small love bites that will no doubts be fun to explain later. as he reaches just below your ear, his tongue softly laps at your skin. a light moan escapes your lips, and your thighs involuntarily clench together, doing little to ease the aching need between them.
chris chuckles gently against your neck, planting a final soft peck before whispering into your ear, his voice low and sultry.
âthat tickles ma?â he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. his voice is soft but authoritative at the same time, a hint of amusement in his tone as he feels your thighs clamp together against him.
you can practically feel the smugness radiating off him, knowing perfectly well that he's the one causing this reaction in you.
"tell me y/n," chris murmurs, his breath hot against your earlobe as his lips graze the sensitive skin. your body responds instinctively, a needy whimper escaping your parted lips. the growing hardness beneath his sweatpants presses insistently against your thigh, evidence of his desire.
chris's groan vibrates against your mouth when he captures your lips in a searing kiss. his hands find your hips, fingers digging in possessively as he effortlessly flips you onto your back, never breaking the intimate connection. your legs automatically wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.
the sudden shift has you straddling chris's torso, your cunt pressing firmly against the rigid plane of his chest. he groans, the arousal between your legs immediately soaking through the thin fabric of his t shirt.
"fucking hell!" chris grits out, his cock now fully harden, creating a noticeable bulge in his sweatpants. you hastily reposition yourself, aligning your dripping cunt directly over his throbbing cock. both of you let out guttural moans as you begin to undulate your hips, rubbing your aching clit against his hardness.
"fuck, chrisâ" you whine into his neck, your lips sucking hickeys onto his neck. chris tosses his head back, eyes rolling shut as he grips your hips tightly, guiding your movements with increasing urgency. the friction builds with every roll of your pelvis. low moans fall between his soft, slightly puffy lips, the combination of your lips sucking all sorts of different sized hickeys along his neck and the way your cunt is soaking him through both his sweats and boxers, is enough to have him dangerously close to the edge. his grip tightens as he holds you in place, your hips begging to move.
"hold on, ma... iâm gonna fucking bust in my pants before i even get to touch you properly," chris grumbles, his voice low and strained with barely contained lust. he gently lifts you off his lap, positioning you so you're lying flat on your back while he looms above you. the soft glow of the TV casts a warm light across your features, highlighting the delicate flush spreading across your cheeks as he drinks in the sight of you.
atender smile tugs at the corners of chrisâs mouth as realization settles over him - the gravity of the situation and the depth of his feelings for you in this charged moment. he leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, pouring all his affection and desire into the intimate gesture.
"you okay?" chris whispers, placing a feather-light kiss to your temple. at your quick nod, he lets out a soft chuckle, but his expression remains tender. "words, please. need to hear this is okay for you too, sweet girl," he urges, the endearment slipping easily from his lips and sending a jolt of pleasure through your core.
your walls clench involuntarily at the nickname, unused to hearing it in this context but craving more of his affectionate tone. the sincerity in his gaze makes it impossible to deny the truth - you're more than alright with this intimacy. in fact, the warmth of his words and the gentle way he's treating you only heighten your arousal, leaving you aching for his touch once again.
"yes, iâm okay... i want this chris, i promise," you whisper, extending your pinky finger between you, y/e/c eyes gazing up at him softly. the innocent gesture, reminiscent of childhood pacts, seems to inflame chris further, his already straining erection twitching in response to the simple, trusting act.
without hesitation, he wraps his own pinky around yours, and you both lean in to seal the agreement with a soft, lingering peck. as your fingers part, chris claims your mouth in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste you thoroughly. his chilly palms slide beneath the hem of your hoodie, tracing teasing patterns along your hipbones.
chris gradually pulls the hoodie over your head, breaking their heated kiss briefly. but as soon as the fabric clears your face, his lips are back on yours, moving with renewed fervor. his hands roam the newly exposed skin of your torso, caressing the soft curves hidden beneath the thin fabric of your crop top.
he reluctantly pulls away once more, drinking in the sight of your body laid bare before him. a low, appreciative sigh escapes his lips as his gaze lands on the glinting silver of your belly button piercing, nestled tantalizingly above the waistband of your shorts. the intimate accessory draws his attention like a beacon.
"did i ever tell you how fucking sexy this looks on you?" chris murmurs, his fingers trailing slowly down your torso, eliciting soft gasps from your parted lips. "i was a complete mess when you first got it done..." he trails off, lost in memories, before continuing, "thought about it so fucking much."
his touch sends shivers down your spine as one finger teases the edge of your shorts' waistband, causing your back to arch off the bed instinctively. your breath catches in your throat as that same finger brushes dangerously close to your most intimate area, a wicked grin playing on chris's lips as he revels in your whimpers of frustration. then, in a cruel twist, he withdraws his hand entirely, leaving you aching and wanting more.
"gonna find out how ticklish this is too," chris growls, swiftly tugging down both your underwear and shorts in one fluid motion. he pauses, transfixed by the sight of your thong clinging to your slick, aroused folds. a low, appreciative hum rumbles in his chest as he licks his lips, his eyes darkening with desire.
your cheeks flush a deep crimson as you watch him discard the discarded garments carelessly across the floor, the sound echoing in the charged silence. your heart pounds wildly against your ribs, nerves coursing through your stomach like electric currents. the air feels heavy with anticipation, each ragged breath you take seeming to magnify the pulsating ache between your thighs.
chris notices the way your bottom lip has fallen between your teeth, a nervous tick of yours heâs picked up on.
"all this fuss just for little ol' me?" chris teases, attempting to lighten the intense atmosphere with a joke. his attempt succeeds, coaxing a soft, melodic giggle from your lips. your hands slap playfully against his shoulder, sending a spark of electricity through your touch.
"shut up and take it off," you smile coyly, tugging gently at the hem of his shirt. chris obliges, sitting up slightly and tearing the garment off in one swift motion. your eyes linger on his now-bare torso, drinking in the sight of his soft, freckled skin stretched taut over lean muscle. an inexplicable urge washes over you, prompting a fleeting fantasy of placing tender kisses upon each speckled mark.
your gaze meets chris's, his eyes such a dark shade of blue they could almost be mistaken for brown eyes. you both hold the moment, two warm smiles shared silently between you as he takes your hand, pressing a feather-light kiss to your palm.
"iâm gonna need you to let me know if it's too much or if you don't like what iâm doing, okay?" Chris murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble. "want you to feel good, ma." with that, he leans in, brushing a soft peck against your lips before trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck. they dance along your skin, pausing to nibble delicately at the spot just above your belly button, where the piercing glints invitingly.
"chris!" you gasp sharply as his tongue blazes a searing path down to your pelvic bone, sending yet another shudder rippling through your frame. he smirks to himself, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, before drawing your sensitive skin between his lips. soft sucks pepper your flesh, promising to leave behind a constellation of love bites. your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction, as your hands fly to tangle in his hair, wordlessly pleading for him to venture lower. but chris has other plans. his left hand snatches both your wrists, pinning them securely against your tummy, stifling your movements.
"patience, y/n," chris coos reassuringly, "iâm getting there." with that promise hanging in the air, he uses his free hand to throw your thighs over his shoulders, positioning you perfectly for his next move. his mouth descends upon your slick inner thighs, lathering it with wet, open-mouthed kisses. the taste of your arousal fills his senses, a sweet-sour tang that makes him groan in appreciation. his tongue darts out, licking a slow, tantalizing path up your inner thigh, teasing closer and closer to your aching center without touching it directly.
"chris...please... need more," you plead, squirming beneath him. you try to lift your hips higher, desperate to bring your throbbing pussy closer to his waiting mouth. he chuckles softly, nipping at your inner thighs with his teeth. a surprised yelp escapes your lips as he moves to your other thigh, now tantalizingly close to your slick folds.
his lips glisten with anticipation as he looks up at you. using his free hand, he trails a single digit through your soaking folds, watching as your face contorts with pleasure. he gathers the copious fluids pooling around your entrance and brings his finger to your mouth. "open up for me," he commands softly.
as soon as his finger enters your mouth, your lips seal around it, and you moan softly at the taste of your own essence. your tongue swirls and laps, eagerly cleaning every inch until not a single drop remains. you maintain eye contact throughout, your eyes darkening with lust.
with a playful pop, chris withdraws his finger from your mouth. "every last fucking drop?" he teases, pouting exaggeratedly. "could've at least given me a little somethin', baby."
despite the jest, his cock twitches with need, the tip visibly glistening with pre-cum that's begun to soak through his boxers, clinging them to his thick length.
before you can form a response, chrisâs tongue delves into your dripping folds, eliciting a soft moan from him as your flavor explodes across his taste buds. he knows he'll crave another taste of you soon, your essence already proving addictive. his hands release your wrists, allowing your fingers to tangle in his hair just as he seals his lips around your throbbing clit. he sucks hard, groaning as the vibrations send shockwaves through your core. more of your arousal trickles out, staining his sheets beneath you.
he hooks his arms under your knees, pushing them towards your chest to grant himself deeper access to your weeping pussy. his tongue plunders your folds, lapping up every drop of your essence.
"oh-âŠfuck!" you cry out, your hips undulating to meet the thrust of chris's probing fingers. each time they brush against that sensitive sponge-like spot deep inside, your pussy gushes in response, soaking his digits. whimpering moans spill from your lips as he skillfully curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot again and again.
meanwhile, his tongue picks up speed, lashing at your clit with relentless fervor. the combined stimulation pushes you rapidly towards the brink, your body trembling with impending climax. his fingers pumping in and out while his mouth works overtime to wring every ounce of pleasure from your quivering form.
your body tenses, back arching off the bed as the overwhelming sensation crests within you. "chris!..oh god, yes!" you wail, your voice cracking with ecstasy. wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around chris's fingers as your orgasm rips through you.
through it all, chris maintains his relentless pace, tongue still lashing at your throbbing clit and fingers continuing their deep strokes. he drinks in every muffled scream and whimper, reveling in the power he holds over your pleasure. as your contractions start to subside, he slows his ministrations, savoring the aftermath of your explosive climax. finally, he releases your clit with a parting lick, withdrawing his fingers with a soft pop.
pride swells in chris's chest as he watches you collapse back onto the bed, spent and shaking from the force of your orgasm. he takes a moment to admire the flushed, sweat-dampened beauty of you, his fingers gently tracing the curves of your quivering thighs.
"that was definitely a reaction" he murmurs playfully, his voice low and husky with satisfaction. he leans down to press a tender kiss to your inner thigh, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. In this intimate moment, with your defenses lowered and your trust in him palpable, chris feels a deep connection, a sense of possession that only adds to his arousal.
As you lay there, catching your breath and basking in the afterglow, chris's demeanor changes. the playful teasing fades, replaced by a hungry intensity in his gaze. he straightens, his impressive erection straining against his boxers, the damp fabric clinging to his thick length.
without a word, chris reaches for the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down just enough to free his cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. he gives his shaft a few slow pumps, his eyes never leaving yours as he says, "we can stop y/nâ he murmurs softly, sliding his tip between your folds. a gasp leaves your lips, your legs immediately trying to close against him as you are still very sensitive. âjust say the wordsâŠâ he groans softly, teasing your entrance with his tip.
chrisâs movements are deliberate and unhurried, giving you ample opportunity to voice your reservations if you choose. yet, as he teases the head of his cock between your slick folds, another startled gasp escapes your lips.
"she, baby," chris, his voice a soothing murmur against the tension. "just say the words...tell me to stop if you're not ready."
his tip continues to rub against your entrance, applying gentle pressure that makes you acutely aware of your body's responses. a shiver runs down your spine as your inner muscles clench involuntarily around nothing, craving the fullness only he can provide.
the silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken desires and lingering doubts. chris waits patiently, his cock still poised at your entrance, the heat of his breath ghosting over your most intimate flesh. he wants nothing more than to claim you, to bury himself deep and lose himself in your warmth. but he also respects your boundaries, willing to halt proceedings at the slightest indication of discomfort.
after what feels like an eternity, Chris speaks up, his voice low and gravelly with restraint. "y/n, i know you're still sensitive, but i need you, ma. please, tell me it's okay to keep going..." his words are a plea, a silent offer of comfort and reassurance should you require it. he holds his breath, waiting for your response, the tip of his cock twitching with anticipation.
you nod eagerly, opening your eyes to stare into his, âplease chrisâ you mutter.
at the sight of your eager nod, chris's control snaps. with a guttural groan, he surges forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. your body yields to his size, accommodating the thickness of his cock as he fills you completely.
for a moment, chris remains still, savoring the exquisite feeling of being buried inside you. then, with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, he begins to move, setting a steady, deep rhythm that has you gasping and arching into his touch once more.
"fuck, you feel incredible," chris growls, his hips snapping forward to drive his cock home again. "so tight and wet for me...like you were made to take my cock." he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, his pubic bone grinding against your clit and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerves. you gasp at his words, never hearing such filth fall from his lips before.
âm-moreâŠpleaseâŠâ you whimper softly, reaching out the grab his shoulders.
chris establishes a relentless pace, each stroke pushing you further along the path to another orgasm. his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounds into you with increasing fervor. the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingles with your ragged breaths and stifled cries, creating a symphony of carnal pleasure.
"you like that, don't you?" chris pants, sweat beading on his brow as he loses himself in the primal act. "taking my cock like a good little slut...i bet you're gonna come all over it soon, aren't you? gonna let me fill you up ma?..."
he punctuates his filthy words with a sharp snap of his hips, angling to hit that perfect spot deep inside you.
chrisâs thrusts become erratic, driven by a primal urge to claim you utterly. his cock pistons in and out of your dripping heat, the sound of his heavy breathing mingling with your high-pitched moans. each stroke sends waves of ecstasy crashing over you, threatening to pull you under.
"yes, fuck, just like that!" you cry out, your nails digging into chris's shoulders as you cling to him. "harder, please...mâgonna cumâ
chris obeys, slamming into you with abandon. the room echoes with the force of his thrusts, the bed creaking beneath you. sweat drips down his chest, mixing with the tang of sex that permeates the air. his hands grip your hips, pulling out and quickly flipping you onto your stomach.
with you pinned beneath him, chris exerts complete control, his dominance over your body evident in every commanding thrust. he grips your hips harshly, using the leverage to drill into you with renewed vigor. the change in position allows him to reach even deeper, his cock stroking that sweet spot within you that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.
"take it, ma," chris grunts, his voice laced with dark satisfaction. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? for me to get a reaction out of you huh"
he once again punctuates his words with a brutal slam, the force causing your breasts to flatten against the mattress. hiss balls slap against your clit with each savage thrust, the dual stimulation driving you closer to the edge of oblivion.
lost in a haze of lust, chris becomes a creature of pure instinct, chasing his own release with single-minded determination. his hips piston back and forth, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. your body rocks with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with his movements.
"fuck, gonna cum soon," chris snarls, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "gonna let me fill you up? hm angel? "
he leans forward, changing the angle of penetration and hitting that magic spot inside you with every pass. your vision blurs, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of being taken so thoroughly, so completely. you nod, moans falling from your mouth.
ây-yesâŠplease chrisâŠplease cum in me..â you blabber, your face pressed into the mattress.
at your desperate plea, chris lets out a feral roar, his body tensing as he buries himself to the hilt one final time. with a hoarse cry, he erupts inside you, his hot seed pulsing deep within your core. the sensation triggers your own orgasm, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you convulse beneath him.
your walls clamp down around chris's throbbing cock, milking him for every drop as he continues to pump his release into you. the intense contractions draw out his pleasure, prolonging the blissful agony until they both collapse, spent and trembling.
in the aftermath, chris rolls off you, gathering you close as you both struggle to catch your breath.
chris lets out a final gasp as he rolls off you, wrapping you close to his chest. both of you lay there, panting heavily, struggling to catch your breath and slow down your racing hearts.
for several moments, neither of you speak, the silence of the room filled with the sound of your labored breathing. finally, he breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.
"wow," is all he manages to say, his chest heaving up and down as he still struggles to catch his breath.
you can feel his heartbeat pounding against your ear, a testament to the intensity of what had just happened between the two of you. for a brief moment, you wonder if you should say something, but you're too spent to string together a coherent sentence.
instead, you simply nod in agreement, the wordless gesture seeming to convey your feelings perfectly.
chris tightens his arms around you, pulling you even closer against him. your body heat radiates off of eachother, your legs still tangled around his waist. despite the exhaustion, his heart continues to beat rapidly against your cheek, a constant reminder of the passion that had just occurred.
"that was..." he begins, his voice hoarse from their panting. he pauses for a moment, struggling to find the words to describe what had just happened.
he takes another deep, ragged breath, his chest heaving against your head. "amazing," he finally manages to say, his voice filled with awe and exhaustion. you nod, unable to find your voice still. the room is quiet once again, the only sound being the steady rise and fall of your breathing. chris's hands slowly stroke your back, tracing small, comforting circles on your skin.
he's clearly as spent as you are, but there's also a sense of deep satisfaction radiating from him.
a few moments pass in comfortable silence, the two of you simply holding each other as your breathing slowly returns to normal. chris leans his head down, burying his face into the crook of your neck, planting a soft kiss against your collarbone.
âchris?â you mutter softly
chris lifts his head slightly, his chin still resting on top of your head. "yeah?" he replies, his voice is equally soft.
he seems a little dazed still, but there's a hint of alertness in his tone, as if he was just roused from a pleasant dream.
chris huffs out a small laugh, his body shaking slightly from the chuckle. "fair point," he admits, a hint of amusement in his voice.
he pulls back just enough to be able to look down at your face, his gaze filled with a mixture of affection and playful mockery. you stare up at him through hooded eyes, a soft smile on your lips as you shake your head playfully. chris stares back down at you, his gaze softer than usual. he's still smiling slightly, but there's a new tenderness in his eyes.
he lifts one arm from your side, his hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. his touch is gentle, as if he's afraid of breaking the moment.
"well then," he says, his voice just above a whisper, "guess i should confess how long iâve been wanting to do that"you raise an eyebrow quizzically, silently prompting him to elaborate. his hand moves to your cheek, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin.
chris takes a deep breath before speaking, "i honestly donât even remember the last time i wasnât...interested in you" he confesses, the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks.
âi never..mentioned it cause i didnât want to ruin our friendship or anythingâ he mumbles softly with a shrug.
âwell thereâs no way we can just go back to being friends after thisâ you sigh playfully
he lets out a snort, a small smirk on his face. "believe me, i have no plans on going back to being 'just friends'" he replies, his voice low and serious.
his hand moves down from your cheek to your neck, his thumb brushing against your skin as he continues to admire your features.
âthen whatâŠwhat are we doing?â you snort
heâs silent for a moment, simply staring down at you as his thumb continues to trace light circles on the skin above your collarbone.
finally, he gives a slight shrug, his eyes not leaving yours. "iâm not sure yet" he mutters quietly, his tone casual but the look in his eyes anything but. chris gently pulls you even closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively as if trying to ensure you don't disappear. you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and the heat radiating off his body as it molds against yours. you feel him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
âi donât know what the future holdsâ he mutters softly against your skin. âbut i know that i want you in it. whatever that means.â
the two of you lay there in each otherâs arms, silently contemplating the unknown future, but both knowing that thereâs nowhere else youâd rather be.
and in that moment, nothing else mattered. the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, together in the comfort of each other's arms.
in that small pocket of time, it didn't matter what would come next, or what label to put on what had just happened. all that mattered was that you were together, in the present. and right now, that was enough.
AUTHORS NOTE: nervous to post this but like i need to rip the bandage off LOLLL! hope you enjoyed :,) respectful feedback is welcomed.
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Birdritch what? Part 7
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It was warm.
That was the first thing that Danny noticed as he started to wake.
Danny didnât sleep warm. Too often if it was too warm, Danny would wake up and have to push aside layers of bedding or shed clothing. Cooling sheets, heat wicking pillow, and light pajamas was the way for Danny to sleep best. He felt oddly rested despite the heat.
It was also heavy.
That was the second thing that Danny noticed.
Maybe he fell asleep with the weighted blanket on the couch?
Except that didnât feel right.
His couch wasnât that firm. His couch didnât snore and his weighted blanket didnât have arms. Yeah, okay, yep. Someone definitely had their arms wrapped around Danny, tucking him close to their very well defined chest and under their chin. Someone else, a much smaller someone, was tucked close to Dannyâs elbow and breathing softly.
What the fuck did he get up to last night?
And why couldnât he remember any of it?
Someone else mumbled something sleepily. That was three at least, four counting him. Maybe five with the soft, breathy snore? Danny stayed as still as possible and tried to mentally retrace his steps.
He had been at work. Right, Lucius had sent him home since it had gotten late. Danny had gotten food and headed home. He must have gone through Ivyâs park, it would have been the closest wayâŠ
âŠand thatâs all.
He couldnât remember anything after that.
There were flashes of fear and burning lungs and that deep-seated need protect, but over all of that there was a sense of belonging. No, belonging was quite the right word. It was less that he had belonged but more like he had found the missing pieces that had belonged to him.
As much as the snatches of feelings were coated with good, Danny couldnât help the panic that settled in his chest. He didnât remember. He should remember, being what he was. Why didnât he remember? Why hadnât he just gone ghost? Why did his bones ache like he had gone ghost? If he had he should remember.
Fuck, what sort of rogue shit had he gotten dosed with in the park?
The hand on his chest pressed down purposefully.
âBreathe.â The voice was low and rough, heavily with sleep over a deep gravely timber.
Danny wanted to say that he was trying to breathe, thank you very much whoever the fuck you are, but all that came out was a little wheeze of air.
âOkay. Hereâs my other hand. One squeeze for yes, two for no.â
A large, calloused hand slipped into Dannyâs, twining with his own scarred and bandaged fingers. Danny gave the hand a squeeze.
âHas this happened to you before?â
One squeeze.
âOften?â
Two.
âIs this an allergic response?â
Two quick squeezes.
âAsthma?â
Danny hesitated before giving three squeezes. He could hear other people starting to stir now, but kept his eyes stubbornly closed. He wasnât ready to actually deal with the people he had fallen asleep with. Besides, it was hard to hear over the beat of his own heart.
ââŠNo, or more, not yet?â
One firm squeeze.
âPanic or anxiety attack then?â
One hesitant, embarrassed squeeze.
âAlright. I am going to sit us up. Lean back against me and follow my breathing.â
Danny tried not to whimper as he was shifted. He failed.
âIâll get a damp towel,â another voice offered quietly.
Fuck towels, Danny wanted his pain meds. He must have not taken them last night and now everything was stiff and tight. Forget breathing, Danny just wanted to stay curled up in the blanket and not move. Maybe everyone else would leave wherever they were and Danny could just go ghost and slip out of there without dealing with any of this.
âRelax,â the low voice rumbled.
Danny would have cussed them out if he had the voice to.
The board chest that Danny was resting against took an exaggerated breath. Danny struggled to try and follow it. It didnât seem like he was getting out of breathing, damn it. An ice cold cloth suddenly pressed against his neck, startling Danny enough to suck in a breath of air.
âThere, keep that up,â the main voice instructed.
Danny pinched the fingers still closed gently around his in retaliation.
Someone else, more feminine sounding, laughed while the person behind him let out a slightly amused huff. âI know you know. Now your body just needs to know.â
Danny pinched them again, though to their credit they didnât pull away their hand. Which was⊠sorta nice. As much as Danny was sulking about it all, the comfort of a hand in his was nice. The calloused thumb rubbed gently over that web of skin between Dannyâs thumb and pointer fingers in a pattern that Danny worked to match his breath to. Finally Danny figured he needed to brave opening his eyes.
He wasnât in a hotel.
Or an apartment.
Or any sort of room.
No, he was in a cave. As suspiciously well furnished cave completely with a grouping of vigilantes watching him curiously.
âWell, at least it wasnât an orgy,â Danny grumbled.
He heard someone trip further into the cave.
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hi I see you want a request! hb some angst to comfort !drunkgojoxreader where he always shows up drunk confessing his feelings but then acts normal when heâs sobered up. Reader is tired of mixed signals and ends up going on a date with someone when gojo happens to visit sobered up
you can do whatever you want if u happen to be inspired! Hope this helps you get out of your funk
âOH, MY LOVER IS DRUNKâ : GOJO SATORU
you and him, you were supposed to be best friendsâ supposed to. but neither you nor gojo can't keep the feeling of falling. he tries to deny the feeling so hard that he has to drown himself with alcohol, the thing he loves the least, just to forget the feeling, only to come back to you every time he is drunk.
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warning : drunk! gojo satoru, non-sorcerer gojo!, angst.
p.s thank you for giving me a chance to write you something, and I'm sorry it took me long enough to write this :'), but i hope you enjoy it! (i don't think i make this angst enough for my liking)
fanart credit to the owner.
it was a tranquil night, the moon casting a soft, ethereal glow through your apartment windows, bathing the room in a gentle light. though the clock read 3:00 AM, sleep eluded you, your mind too restless to find peace. lying on your cold bed, you stared at the ceiling, each pattern and shadow playing tricks on your eyes in the dim light. the blanket was draped neatly up to your stomach, its weight a comforting presence against the chill of the night.
your hands lay flat on top of the blanket, fingers nervously tapping the back of the other hand in a slow, rhythmic cadence. the silence of the night seemed to amplify every tiny sound: the soft rustle of the sheets, the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the apartment, the almost imperceptible hum of the city outside. despite the stillness, a storm of thoughts churned within you, each one keeping you wide awake and alert, as if anticipating something just beyond the horizon.
you were anticipating something, noâ more likely, someone. that someone, neither your boyfriend nor your anything, he just likely is a more sinister thing, disguised as a best friend, unfortunately. sinister thing, you describe him, where a silver thread lies between you and himâ a bright and bold, tale of your love, gojo satoru.
he is, my sinister thingâ you thought.
you were adrift, suspended in the air, with no destination, no specific place to call home. you existed in a state of limbo, neither firmly standing nor lying down, hovering in a liminal space. your presence was neither filled with love nor marked by the experience of being in love.
you were perpetually caught in a paradox, always existing in a state of âneither,â but never fully reaching a place of clarity or resolution. your existence was defined by an absence of definitive states or emotions, perpetually undefined and drifting, forever caught between the edges of presence and absence.
it was always waiting, waiting, and waiting.
just like how the night before, and before, and right now, waiting in your bed for him to knockâ and when he does, you, mindlessly, like you're in ecstasy running a little by little in the middle of the night to open your door, without realizing there's another door you openâ your heart.
stumbling, drowning in a sea of alcohol he hates, gojo satoru walks in. and you, like the idiot you are, guide him to your barely-fits-for-his-over-six-feet -ass couch, comfortably lying him there.
âcareful,â you whisper through the night.
your warm hands meet with his cold ones, gripping you as if he's holding on for his dear life. you drape his body with a blanket, big enough for you to shield not only his physical form but also the emotions he holds for you, hidden beneath the warmth, hide his love for you, not that you need to know. gojoâs blue eyes are warm, and dull as they indulge softly in the moonlight and gentle glow from your little lamp on the cover of your living room, appear soft and subdued.
you find yourself seated on the cold, hard floor, while gojo stretches out on your couch, facing you with a look of serene contentment. his handsome face is illuminated by a crooked yet mesmerizing smile, a testament to his charm even in his inebriated state. his hands, chilled and seeking, grip yours with a familiar desperation, yearning for the warmth you effortlessly provide.
this nightly ritual has become a part of your routineâgojo, drinking away his soul, stumbles through your door, his steps wavering yet purposeful. he collapses onto the couch, and you remain on the floor, the quiet observer of his vulnerable confessions. as he speaks of his love for you with a fervor that seems to swell with each passing moment, itâs as if he fears losing you with the break of dawn.
he loves like youâre the very essence of his existence, the heartbeat of his every moment. his affection is a force that shapes his world, a flame that burns eternally in his soul. to him, you are the embodiment of all his dreams and desires, the one who makes every day brighter and every night more meaningful. his love for you is not just a feeling but a profound truth that defines his very being.
when the alcohol fades and his clarity returns, he resumes his usual demeanor, leaving behind only the tender echo of his heartfelt declarations and the gentle imprint of his touch on your hands. he pretends, gojo satoru likes to pretend.
âalways so beautiful,â he whispered, his smile fading as his eyes wandered over every contour of your face. he traced the delicate path of each freckle, every mole, and the subtle lines that marked the passage of time, memorizing every exquisite detail in his heart. his cold hand gently cupped your cheek, sending a chill across your skin that mingled with the warmth of his gaze, as if he were imprinting the essence of your beauty into his soul.
he draws your entwined hands closer to his chest, where his heart, in truth, has always belonged to you. from the very first moment you met, it was never his alone; it has been yours from the start. as your palm rests against his chest, you can feel the soft, steady beat of his yours heart, buried beneath his fleshâan intimate rhythm that pulses with calm and a tender, unselfish devotion.
a small smile graces your lips as you rest your chin on the couch, gazing deeply into his eyes and letting yourself be enveloped by their depth. âiâm in love with you,â he murmurs, his voice heavy with intoxicated. âso in love that i canât remember a time when i wasnât, as if my soul has adored you since the dawn of everything,â you listen to his heartfelt confession, witnessing the gradual collapse of his defenses, and your eyes shimmer, heart-shaped.
gojo chuckled softly, his voice thick with intoxication. âdo you recall the first and last time we made love? your lips on my neck, since that day, your mouth has been nothing but heaven,â his words tumbled out in a drowsy, slurred cadence.
you, too, remember that day with crystal clarity; it is etched deeply in your mind, an indelible memory that clings to your thoughts like a cherished, haunting presence. each detail, every sensation, has become a permanent part of you, woven into the very fabric of your being. the memory of his touch and the sweetness of his kiss linger, a profound and enduring echo that remains with you always.
you still can feel his touch on your skin.
âof course you donât know,â he whispered, his voice heavy with the weight of intoxication, as his thumb traced gentle patterns across your cheek. âand iâll gladly take the blame for that,â he continued, his words slurred with inebriation, âi-i kissed your hair while you slept in the morning,â his giggle, light and childlike, bubbled up with a carefree delight. âi wonder if you ever knew.â
you shake your head gently, a small, small smile touching your lips, just a little. you wouldn't dare to open your mouth, oh, you wouldn't dare. to speak would risk breaking the spell of his drunken state, causing him to sober up and retract the love he has so freely and vulnerably shared. the thought of him withdrawing those tender confessions and retreating into the safety of his guarded heart is a fear too profound to bear. because at that time, it's all you have, his drunkenly confession.
so you remain silent, savoring the warmth of his affection as it envelops you, clinging to this fleeting intimacy as if it were a precious secret. afraid that when the dawnâs approach looms, threatening to sweep away the ephemeral beauty of his heartfelt revelations, leaving only the ghost of his love behind.
it's a frightening, haunting, spine-chilling sensation that grips you, filling you with an aching dread, so you remain silent. because maybe, in those three am confessions are your only salvation. just like a dark mirror to cinderellaâs tale, your reality is sinking down from the ceiling, swallowing you whole when he sobers up when the sun hits your cheeks warm.
âoh, god, i love you so much. . .â he whispered, his voice laden with vulnerability as he clutched your hand tightly, pressing it against his chest. âthis love i feelâit terrifies me. i'm scared for the love i have for you, it seems so powerful, like it could burn me alive or utterly ruin me. even so, i know that iâll let it be, but fuck. . . i'm so scared.â his breath was uneven and strained, each gasp revealing the depth of his fear.
his eyes, gleaming with the weight of his emotions, flickered with a poignant brilliance before finally closing. as he drifted into unconsciousness, the full embrace of the alcohol took hold, and the tender confessions of his heart were swallowed by the enveloping darkness.
you remain in quiet contemplation, letting his heartfelt words gently seep into your thoughts. you extend your arm along the edge of the couch, laying your cheek softly against it as you gaze at gojoâs tranquil, slumbering face. his lips, tender and slightly swollen, and his cheeks, flushed a soft, rosy hue reminiscent of crushed cherries from the effects of the alcohol, form a serene portrait of vulnerability.
in the gentle light, his features are softened by the peacefulness of sleep, creating a stark contrast to the emotional intensity of his earlier confessions. the calmness of his face, so vulnerable and exposed in repose, contrasts beautifully with the passionate turmoil of his words.
as you watch him, the room seems to hold its breath, enveloping you both in a tender silence that honors the depth of the moment. the delicate interplay of light and shadow highlights the serene beauty of his sleep, allowing you to cherish the profound intimacy of this quiet, shared space.
when the morning comes, he'll sober up, and the alcohol will have faded from his system, washed away by the sunlight along with his love for you. he'll blame the alcohol in case he said anything foolish, and you? oh, you would find yourself blaming the moon, even the sun, because it's breath away the day for night to come, for casting hope into your soul, into your heart, and also crushing it at the same time in the harsh light of dawn. leaving you to grapple with the fragile hope that was both a blessing and a burden.
it was cruel, worse than cannibalism. you could have borne the agony of having your flesh consumed, but not the ravaging of your soul and heart, oh please, not my heartâ you would plead into the darkness as night falls. you were scared too, not because of loving gojo satoru, loving him is as natural as breathing, but because of the depth of your devotionâ you are scared your devotion would turn violent. your devotion would make you believe him like a god, and he'll betray you like a man.
yet, despite the pain, you find yourself eternally awaiting the arrival of night, longing for those confessions whispered at 3:00 AM, even knowing they will leave you shattered by morningâs light. each dawn brings the same heartache, and today is no different.
you awaken to the insistent chime of your notification, your eyes fluttering open to the stark emptiness of your apartment. the couch where gojo once lay is now vacant, the space where he slept cold and unwelcoming. the blanket he used before now wrapped around you, carries no trace of his warmth. the comfort it once offered has dissipated, leaving behind only a hollow chill and the echo of his absence.
your grip tightens on your phone, the pressure biting into your hands, but itâs a mere shadow of the pain coursing through your heart. suddenly, the dam within you gives way, and a torrent of tears spills down your cheeks, cascading like a relentless river. the exhaustion of navigating gojoâs endless emotional games weighs heavily upon you, a suffocating burden that leaves you breathless.
you don't want anything, the only thing you want can't be bought with money. if i ask for your heart will you give it to me?â you mock yourself. what a fucking loser.
âoh god. . .â you whisper, forehead touching the floor as you wailing in silence.
you feel foolish for clinging to the hope that, perhaps this time, he might remember, that he might repeat the tender words of the night before. yet, as each morning dawns with the same emptiness, your heart aches with the weary realization that your hopes have been in vain, leaving you to grapple with the sorrow of unfulfilled dreams.
the evening was settling into a serene quiet, your apartment softly illuminated by the warm glow of your lights. you were almost ready for your date, anticipation mingling with a sense of hope as you made final adjustments to your outfit. watching yourself in the mirror, you realize how dull your eyes are, losing their spark. after everything, you decided to bury your feelings beneath your flesh until only you know your love for gojo satoru.
a knock at the door disrupted your preparations, and when you opened it, gojo stood there, sober and uncharacteristically subdued. his eyes, usually brimming with playful energy, now reflected a deep, almost mournful sadness.
âhey,â he said, his voice softer just like always. he glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on the subtle details of your evening preparationsâthe carefully chosen attire, the delicate scent of perfume, and your eyes, those bright, beautiful eyes.
you moved through your bedroom, selecting accessories and adjusting your outfit, each motion a quiet ritual in the eveningâs anticipation. gojo watched from the doorway, his gaze fixed on you with a deep, almost reverent intensity. his silence spoke volumes, a contrast to the usual banter that characterized your interactions.
gojoâs voice, tinged with an unexpected vulnerability, broke the silence. âwhere are you going?â he asked softly, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of concern and hurt.
you hesitated, caught between the desire to protect both his feelings and the truth. his gaze, usually so playful and intense, now bore a raw, wounded quality. the gravity of the question hung heavy in the air, and you could feel the weight of the decision you had to make.
âiâmââ you started, but the words caught in your throat. you could see the hope flickering in his eyes, mingled with the pain of realization. you knew that this was more than just a casual question; it was a plea for understanding, for clarity amid his confusion.
he took a step closer, his usual nonchalance replaced by a genuine yearning to grasp the reality of the situation. âi just want to know,â he continued, his voice barely a whisper, âwhere youâre going. whatâs tonight for you?â
you looked at him, your heart aching with the weight of his unspoken fears. the room felt charged with the intensity of the moment, every detail amplified by the quiet desperation in his voice.
âiâm going out with someone,â you finally admitted, your voice trembling slightly. âtonight is⊠itâs meant for someone else.â
the words hung in the air, their impact palpable. gojoâs face fell, the light in his eyes dimming as he took in the truth of your plans. he nodded slowly, the understanding settling over him with a heavy sadness.
âi see,â he said quietly, a bitter edge to his tone as he took a step back, giving you space. âi didnât realizeâŠâ the finality of his words and the desolate look on his face were almost too much to bear.
you hesitated, unsure of how to respond, but before you could answer, his gaze wandered over you with a mixture of admiration and sadness. âyou lookâŠâ he started, his voice faltering slightly as he struggled to find the right words. âyou look really beautiful tonight.â
his eyes roamed over your outfit, the careful details you had chosen, and the way the light caught in your hair. there was a softness in his gaze that spoke of more than just physical appreciationâ it was as though he was trying to hold onto every fleeting moment, every detail of this evening as if to etch it into his memory.
âyou always look beautiful,â he continued, his voice thick with emotion. âbut tonight. . .. tonight itâs different. youâre. . . breathtaking.â the sincerity in his words was palpable, mingling with the unspoken sadness in his eyes. he didnât move, didnât retreat from the moment. instead, he stood there, quietly observing, letting his admiration and affection fill the space between you.
âi didnât mean to intrude,â he said softly, his gaze never leaving you. âi just wanted to see you one more time. before you go.â
the room felt heavy with the weight of his gaze, the emotional intensity of his words. you could feel the ache in his eyes, a mixture of admiration and longing, as he took in every detail of your appearance. the compliment, so genuine and heartfelt, seemed to hang in the air, a poignant reminder of the affection he still held for you.
âit's okay,â you nodded softly, gazing at him from your mirror with a little smile, kissing your lips. the date was meant to be an escape, a chance to move forward, but it felt like an endurance exercise.
your date was polite and engaged in conversation, but there was an undeniable disconnect. every word spoken seemed to drift past you, a mere backdrop to the whirlwind of thoughts that consumed your mind. the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the casual chatter all felt hollow, lacking the vibrancy you had hoped for.
as the evening progressed, the sparkle of the city lights and the charm of the venue did little to lift the weight on your shoulders. the conversations felt superficial, the moments fleeting and unremarkable. you smiled and nodded in response, but your thoughts were miles away, tangled in the memories and the lingering presence of gojo.
you couldnât help but replay the images of that earlier momentâgojoâs earnest eyes, the softness of his compliments, and the way his gaze had followed you with such unspoken longing. his presence had imprinted on your heart so deeply that everything else seemed to fade in comparison. the way he had watched you, the tenderness in his voice, and the painful silence after he had left all resurfaced in your mind, casting a shadow over every interaction of the evening.
the date dragged on, each passing minute feeling like an eternity. you forced yourself to remain engaged, but the thought of gojoâs unspoken words and the gentle way he had looked at you overshadowed everything. you were caught in a cycle of longing and regret, unable to escape the grip of your own emotions.
as you stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air was a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere of the evening. your mind was still heavy with the weight of the date's emptiness, and the city lights seemed dimmer as you walked towards your car.
just outside, by the entrance of the restaurant, you noticed a familiar figure leaning against a lamppost. gojo stood there, his posture relaxed but his eyes scanning the crowd with a determined focus. as your gaze met his, his face softened, revealing a mix of relief and something deeper.
there you are, beautiful, mellow you. walking alone looking pretty in that silk dress that you should be wearing for him, not the other man, him. seeing you so breathtakingly beautiful makes gojo satoru want to crash into every piece of you, and fuck, he swears to god, that's how stars are born.
âhey,â he said softly, pushing himself off the lamppost and walking towards you. the usually playful tone in his voice was replaced by a sincere warmth. âi thought i might catch you before you left.â you stopped in your tracks, a flutter of surprise and emotion rising within you. âsatoru, what are you doing here?â
you're in front of him, eyes glimmering under the lamppost and the moon. gojo wants to run, to bury himself under the ground, or just tell you to stop looking at him with those eyes. stop touching me with your eyesâ he thought.
âi-i. . .â
even so, his eyes never leave yours, shaken as he tries to swim into your orbs. how its color slightly changes under the lamppost makes it even harder for gojo to speak as if the ground is a new language for him, and suddenly, he forgets everything he knows about gravity.
âplease love me. .â he whispered, throat dry.
for a brief, electrifying moment, your eyes widened in astonishment. your heart is pounded with a frantic rhythm, faster than the fall of distant stars, yearning to escape its confines and find its way into gojoâs hands. it ached with a longing so intense that it felt almost unbearable.
the pain of desiring something so profoundlyâsomething youâve never truly knownâmade you question why your heart should yearn for a home it has never experienced. yet, despite never having been there, it cried out with an ineffable need to be held by him.
it was always his and never been yours since day one, but he already holds onto your soul with an unrelenting grip and your heartâ your only refuge, is all you ever had to keep living. you can't live your life if all you ever had is just merely flesh and bone.
âsatoru, are you drunk?â
ânoââ he shook his head, fast enough to hold both your hands and bring them closer against his chest, where his heart was beating faster, also begging to be handed to you. âi'm in love with you, y/n. i'm sorry i always pretend like i don't remember in the morning, but please. . . i don't dare to, maybe if i love you less it would be easier for me to talk, but fuckââ
he paused for a moment, and in that suspended breath, your only fear was the possibility of him retracting his heartfelt confession. the weight of his unspoken words hung in the air, and you found yourself dreading the loss of such a precious revelation. the thought of him pulling back, of his feelings fading into silence, was the only shadow that cast fear over your heart.
so you shook your head, âno, don't stop,â you plea.
gojo swallows his pride, he feels pathetic. but he would bear the life long of feeling pathetic if it is meant to have your eyes on him, to have your skins and bones knit with his then so be it. âi love youâoh god, i fucking love you, in the purest, chaste, most victorian sense,â he says, laughing softly. âeven a mere glimpse of your ankle might be enough to drive me mad.â you canât help but chuckle along with him.
his hands enveloped yours with a desperate intensity, holding them as if they were the very essence of his longing. âi love you,â he breathed softly, his voice mingling with the whisper of the night breeze. âi want every single one of your tomorrows.â
he guided your hands closer to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to your wrist, his touch both tender and reverent. his eyes locked with yours, revealing a depth of emotion that seemed to illuminate the darkness around you. the moment his lips left your skin, the faintest trace of coldness lingered, as if the warmth of his affection had left an indelible mark.
with a gentle but purposeful motion, his hands slid to your waist, drawing you nearer. his touch was both firm and delicate as he turned you around, guiding you until your back was nearly pressed against the lamppost. the soft glow of the streetlight bathed you both in a halo of light, casting long shadows and highlighting the closeness of your bodies.
in this intimate cocoon, the world seemed to fade away. the chill of the night, the warmth of his breath, and the quiet intensity of his gaze created a fragile moment of connection. his presence enveloped you, a promise whispered in the night air, as if he were claiming every future moment with you, even as the night deepened around you.
âplease. . ..â he beg.
he leaned in, his face inches from yours, until his lips lightly brushed against your own. âplease, love me,â he whispered once more, his voice tender and pleading. his warm breath caressing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
the proximity of his lips, the softness of his words, and the gentle warmth of his breath all combined to create a moment of intimate vulnerability. his plea hung in the air, laden with the depth of his emotions, as he sought to bridge the gap between your hearts.
as the world around you seemed to slow, gojoâs gaze lingered on your lips with an intensity that made your heart race. his fingers, still resting on your waist, drew you even closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you. the soft glow of the streetlight cast a gentle halo around the two of you, accentuating the intimacy of the moment.
with a deliberate tenderness, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. the anticipation built like a quiet storm as his lips inched closer, brushing against yours with a delicate, almost reverent touch. the kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration that spoke of deep longing and unspoken desires.
his lips moved with a slow, deliberate grace as if savoring every second of the connection. the initial softness gave way to a deeper intensity, his kiss growing more passionate as he pulled you even closer. the world outside seemed to dissolve, leaving only the sensation of his lips pressed firmly against yours. his hands cradled your face, his touch gentle yet insistent, guiding the kiss with a blend of affection and need.
the warmth of his kiss seemed to infuse every part of you, a melding of hearts and souls that transcended words. when he finally pulled away, his eyes still locked onto yours, there was a look of profound contentment and vulnerability. the kiss lingered in the air between you, a testament to the depth of his feelings and the fragile, beautiful connection that bound you together.
as you slowly pull away from the kiss, your lips linger near his, you meet his gaze with a fierce resolve. âif you ever mock me or play with me,â you say, your voice steady yet charged with intensity, âi swear to god, satoru, iâll fucking hunt you down.â the words hang between you, your breath mingling with his, a silent promise of the depth of your commitment.
gojoâs eyes spark with a playful glint as he hears your words. with a mischievous smile, he leans in, giving your lips a series of soft, teasing pecks. âi wonât,â he replies, his tone light and teasing, but with an undercurrent of sincerity. âi promise.â his playful demeanor contrasts with the intensity of your threat, yet his gentle touches and warm gaze convey a deeper assurance.
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Wontiddies
Synopsis: Wonwoo's tiddies have gotten so big and firm, you can't help but take a bite.
Pairing: Wonwoo x gn!reader
Genre: established relationship, fluff, drabble, slightly suggestive
Rating: sfw
Word count: 376
Warnings: biting of tiddies, lemme know if I missed anything!
Note: This had to be done, have you seen how big his tiddies are lately?!
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A soft heartbeat thumps in your ear as you lie on Wonwoo's chest, feeling safe in his arms. After a hectic workweek, this was exactly what you needed: cuddled up in bed in Wonwoo's arms as he mindlessly scrolls through his phone, his hand resting over you like a weighted blanket.
His chest is one of your favourite places to restâwarm and comforting, with the steady sound of his heartbeat that never fails to lull you to sleep. Jeon Wonwoo's chest is the worldâs best pillow, and itâs reserved just for you. Smiling to yourself, you shift in his arms and place your hand over a bare pec.
You give it a squish and furrow your brows. Has his chest always been this firm and big? Heâs always had a well-built chest, but never this firm. You squeeze again, a bit harder this time. Damn, all those hours in the gym with Mingyu are definitely paying off because his chest feels noticeably firmer. No wonder it feels extra comfy tonight.
You start squishing his chest again, playing with it like a stress ball. Maybe you should do this whenever youâre stressed, you think to yourself. Wonwoo doesnât pay any mind, already accustomed to your little quirks. Youâve always been the clingier one in the relationship, so heâs used to you latching onto him and squeezing him in all sorts of positions.
A sudden thought pops into your mind: you need to bite his chest. You feel an overwhelming urge to sink your teeth into the firm muscle. So, you shift closer and do exactly that, grinning as you take a playful bite.
âLove? What are youââ he groans, feeling your teeth press into his pec.
âIâm biting your tiddieâthey just looked too biteable,â you say with a cheeky grin, looking up at him.
âWill you let me bite your tiddies, Nonu?â you pout, giving him the puppy eyes you know he canât resist.
He licks his lips, takes a shaky breath, and nods. You smile, knowing Wonwoo can never say no to you. You lean back down and start sucking on the flesh, and you can feel him shift and groan under you. Oh, this is going to be a long night for sure.
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