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saetoru · 8 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ IN YOUR ARMS (I’M WARMEST) — GETO SUGURU.

contents. it’s a bit of a prequel to this drabble about the shower scene, but can be read as a stand alone, post hidden inventory arc, depressed suguru :(, small spoon suguru bc he deserves to be held, reverse comfort, established relationships, healing suguru agenda !! i’m passionate about this agenda !!!!!!!

usually, instead of you sneaking into suguru’s room, it’s the other way around. usually, he slips under your sheets and curls around your body, your combined giggles seeping into the sheets as he sneaks in a few hours of sleep with you in his arms before he inevitably has to leave before he’s caught.

tonight is different, though—suguru hasn’t come to your room to sleep with you in more than a few days. you don’t even think he even sleeps anymore, if the dark circles under his eyes are of any hint.

so you do the only thing you can think of: sneak into his room.

“hey, are you asleep?” you poke his shoulder—he’s had his back facing the door since you stepped in, and he’s made no move to face you.

“yes,” is all he says.

“wow,” you roll your eyes, “i’m risking a lot of wrath with yaga to be here, y’know. least you could do is face me.”

“you should sleep,” he mumbles, “you have a mission tomorrow.”

“it’ll be easy,” you say wave off, “i’ll be back before lunch time. we can eat together,” you offer.

suguru has hardly been eating—you notice this instantly. if you’d just get one chance to sit and have a meal with him, you’d force a few bites into him, but it’s been a busy week. for all of you. you haven’t properly seen satoru in what feels like ages—the newest missions he’s been assigned have been much more complex, much more difficult for anyone else but him to handle.

he hasn’t known rest since that day.

suguru is alone more now, on missions and once he’s returned. the gap between him and everyone else feels like it gets wider and wider every day. he’s become more distant, in more ways than one.

“you shouldn’t say that. you never know what happens on a mission,” he says seriously. “be careful.”

the last part, barely, just barely, sounds like a plead.

you sigh, wrapping yourself around his back and pulling him against your chest, slipping a hand under his shirt and rubbing slow circles into his bare skin. he likes the feeling, it’s always soothed him.

“i’m always careful,” you murmur, “i’ll bring you soba on my way back. will you eat for me, sugu? just for me,” you pout theatrically.

suguru is always weak to your dramatics—it’s your appeal. he finds it cute, always gives you a chuckle as he caves and gives you exactly what you want.

this time, he doesn’t offer you so much as a hum.

“if i’m hungry,” he mumbles.

“baby,” you sigh, nose burying into his hair. the strands are slightly knotted—something that suguru never lets happen with his hair. “you need to start looking after yourself more. i’m getting worried about you.”

“you don’t need to worry about me,” he mutters, “you should go and sleep.”

deep down, you know he’s gently telling you to leave. suguru is asking you to leave—but you know if you leave, something might change. something irreversible. so you wrap your arms tighter around him, pull him closer as hold his body against yours.

“i always worry about you. and you should sleep too,” you say simply, “we can sleep together.”

he’s silent.

so you let him stay like that, rubbing over his abs slowly and tracing the skin, writing your name with the tip of your finger lightly so he knows he’s yours even when he acts like he’s alone. you press a kiss to his head, and because he’s still your suguru, he melts just the slightest bit against you.

progress.

“hey,” you whisper, chin resting on his shoulder. you watch his head turn slightly as he looks at you from the corner of his eyes.

“what?” he sighs.

“i’ll take care of you, so you don’t have to, okay?” you promise gently. if suguru can’t find it in him to look after himself, he doesn’t need to—not when you’re here. “we’ll start slow, yeah? tomorrow you’ll shower. and then i’ll feed you.”

“you don’t have to—”

“shh,” you hiss, reaching over to press a finger to his lips, “i’ll bring your favorite, and then i’ll feed you like the princess you are. it’ll be nice, trust me.”

“but—”

“i’ll even give you a kiss for every bite. how does that sound?”

he sighs, hand resting on top of yours as you stay rubbing circles into his skin.

“good,” he whispers, “sounds good.”

“i love you, baby,” you kiss his head again, “i’m sorry i haven’t been here all week.”

“it’s not your fault,” he insists, “it’s…it’s been busy for us all. i don’t mind—”

“i’ll make more time for you,” you say firmly, “i promise. okay?”

you’re not sure if you imagine it, but you think his exhale might be a little shaky. and then he nods against you, leaning back so his body is pressing into yours even further. you wrap your arms tighter around him and pull the sheets until they’re under his chin, making sure he’s covered all the way.

it’s cold in his room at night—you can’t always make it warmer, but you can try to share your heat.

“okay,” he says after a while, “i’ll shower tomorrow.”

“good,” you nod, “i’ll handle the rest. now get some sleep, yeah?”

he nods—but even as you slowly doze off, sleep doesn’t come to him. but it’s not so lonely to stay up tonight, and the bed doesn’t feel stiff under his back. his hand is still on top of yours, finger tracing lightly over your knuckles.

“i love you too,” he mumbles—you don’t hear it, but he still wants to say it.

it’s a start.

i should just write a progressive series of suguru slowly healing and then we can have teacher suguru bc imagine him writing on a chalkboard with chalk. yeah. it’s okay if you moan at the idea i did too. i won’t judge !!

#operation: heal suguru!#teepods.writings #drabbles.#geto x reader #geto x you #geto fluff #geto angst #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk angst #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru fluff #geto suguru x you #geto suguru angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst

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golden1u5t · 7 months

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Virginity

not my gif! this is my first post on here as i’m kinda new to tumblr but i also write on wattpad, the users are the same.

Warnings: sub!spencer, dom!reader, reader takes spencer’s virginity, mommy kink. i think that’s it? not proofread so i apologize for any mistakes.

"Oh, I'm glad to be home!" Derek yelled as soon as we walked into the BAU. We all laughed and agreed with him.

This case wasn't that bad, well, there all bad but this one wasn't as bad as the rest of them usually are and i'm grateful for that because our last case took a toll on my mental state and I was just getting over it.

I got to my desk and sat down, throwing my bag on the ground next to my seat. I spun around in my seat and did a small drumroll on my desk.

"I don't know about you guys but I think I could go for a drink at o'keefe's, maybe get laid." I laughed. I was mainly joking about the getting laid part.

"Drinks? Drinks? Did I hear my favorite person say drinks?" I stood up and greeted Garcia with a big hug. She pulled away and twisted me around, taking a look at me to make sure I wasn't hurt.

Garcia did that every time we got home from a case, she always checked everyone else too but I was always first.

"Drinks and getting laid!" Prentiss cheered. I turned around a went back to my desk and sat back in my chair, Derek was sitting on the corner of my desk.

JJ picked up her bags and stood in the middle of us, "You guys have fun, I've got a fussy toddler and tired husband waiting for me."

She chuckled and gave us all a tight hug before walking to the elevators, we gave her a wave right before the doors closed.

Aside from Hotch, JJ was the only one who had someone to go home to after these cases. The rest of us just don't have the luck of being able to maintain relationships in this line of work so we lean on each other extra hard.

"So pretty boy, you coming along with us? Maybe get some drinks in your system and finally have a story for us tomorrow." Derek winked at him, hinting that Spencer would get laid.

I punched him in the arm, his hand flew to the area I just punched. "What was that for?"

"Stop." I glared at him. Spencer didn't have sex, we all know that and sometimes Derek teases him about it a lot of the times.

Spencer obviously knows that he's just teasing him about it but sometimes Derek might take it a little to far and then Spencer starts thinking that something's wrong with him for still having his virginity.

We talked a lot, we leaned on each other the hardest and so he tells me a lot of things that no one else knows.

"It's okay, Y/N. Maybe Derek's right, tonight might be my lucky night." He dry laughed. I think I almost broke my neck with how fast I looked at him.

"Oh." Maybe it was selfish of me but I like the fact that nobody has ever touched him in that way, I want to be the one to introduce him to that side of life.

Although, I know that won't ever happen I still keep my hopes up.

"Come on, let's get going." Emily picked up her bag and we followed suit, walking to the elevators.

"You're riding with me, Spencer." I looked at him and pulled my bag farther up my shoulder.

"Okay."

——

We had made it to the bar a little over 30 minutes ago, Emily and Garcia were on the dance floor drunk, Derek had wandered off somewhere to go add a girl to his rooster — he wasn't much of a drinker, he only came for the women—that left Spencer and I.

We were still sitting at the booth, I was eating some fries and Spencer was sipping on his second margarita. Spencer never drank like that, he's a lightweight. Even though I was the one to suggest we come to drink, I had only had one shot.

I was too busy thinking about how Spencer would possibly let another woman touch him tonight, take his virginity. A woman that didn't care for him like I do, didn't know him like I do, didn't feel for him the way I do. It made my blood boil just thinking about it.

"Y/N? You okay, what did that fry do to you?" Spencer's voice brought me back to reality. He had been talking my head off ever since he started to feel the alcohol so that really caught my attention, it's the first thing he's said that I actually understood.

I looked down at my hand and saw all that I had such a tight grip on the fry that it was mushed in between my fingers.

I cleared my throat and reached across the table to grab a napkin, cleaning my hand off and pushing the plate of fries away from me.

"Nothing- Nothing, i'm fine, Spencer." I gave him a small smile. He reached over and grabbed a fry from the plate.

"How come you haven't had a drink, yet? You're the one who suggested we come here." He took a sip of his drink, his hair was slightly disheveled and his eyes were growing lower the more he drank.

"Yeah, I guess i'm just not in the mood to drink anymore."

"Oh, we can leave." He started gathering his things, I leaned over a put my hand over his to get him to stop.

"It's okay, Spence. Drink as much as you want, go dance or find a girl to talk too." I smiled. "I have to drive you and the girls home anyway and I don't think their ready to leave."

I nodded my head towards Emily and Garcia on the floor dancing, Spencer turned around and looked at them, a big smile breaking out across his face.

He turned back around and drank the rest of his drink, i'm pretty sure he's completely drunk by now. Like I said before, he doesn't drink like that, he's a lightweight.

Just as if they knew we were talking about them, Emily and Garcia stumbled over the the table laughing and talking about some guy.

"Y/N! You need to get out there, really, theres this guy and-" Garcia hiccuped and covered her mouth before continuing. "There's this guy and he's totally your type, didn't you say- didn't you say you wanted to get laid?"

I slid over so she could sit down and Spencer did the same for Emily. "Thank you, Garcia. I'll definitely look out for him." I laughed a little and pulled her hair up with the hair tie I had on my wrist.

"Ouu, Spencer! There's this really pretty girl checking you out, you should go talk to her." Emily pushed his shoulder lightly.

I looked over to where she was pointing at and she was right, there was a pretty brunette sitting at the bar twirling her hair around her finger.

"No- No thank you, Emily. I already have a girl in mind."

Good thing Derek text me, it gave me a distraction from his words. We had been here for about an hour and a half by now and I think it's time we go home.

"Hey guys, Derek found him a girl to take home, he just let me know he left. I think it's time we head out too." Garcia got out of the booth so I could get out. "Here, stay right here."

She sat back down and they all nodded, I went over to the bar and ordered three large glasses of water for them.

I saw the girl that was checking Spencer out, she had already moved onto the guy next to her, it was obvious she was shitfaced drunk.

The bartender gave me the waters on a platter so I didn't spill them trying to carry them back to the table by myself.

"More drinks!" Emily shouted.

"Nope. Just water, my loves. Chug." I sat a glass of water in front of them, they gave it a dissatisfied look before bringing the cups to their mouths.

——

"Goodbye, you two! I love you, see you in the morning." I gave them one last hug before walking down the steps of Emily's Apartment.

They had agreed they would stay at Emily's house for the night, knowing them they would probably either drink more or immediately crash.

I got back in the car, Spencer was waiting in the passenger seat with his head against the window. He lifted his head and looked at me, smiling and fiddling with his fingers.

"Staying at my place tonight or do you wanna go home?" I asked before I pulled out onto the road, I don't mind him staying at my place, he's usually always there anyway.

"Can I stay at your place?" He reached up to the radio and turned it down before sitting up straighter in his seat. "Also, I want to talk to you about something."

I nodded my head and pulled out of Emily's building parking lot, she only lived about 10 or 15 minutes from my place.

"What's up?" Spencer cleared his throat and scratched his head, pushing some hair behind his ear.

"I think I'm ready." I managed to take a quick look at him before looking back to the road. I think I know what he's talking about but i'm not entirely sure.

"Ready for what."

"I want you to take my virginity." He's definitely still drunk. Sober Spencer would never say something like that without stuttering and following up with a bunch of random facts.

"You're drunk." I turned to look at him when we stopped at a red light, he was already staring at me.

"I'm know what I want."

I'm not even going to lie and say that my heart wasn't beating fast right now. Oh how I wish he wasn't drunk right now.

If he asked me that while he was sober I wouldn't hesitate to say yes because I'd know he actually means it but I know that it's the alcohol talking now.

Instead of answering him I just hummed and turned the radio back up a little bit. We were almost home, just about 3 minutes away i'm guessing.

Hopefully he won't remember this conversation tomorrow, It'll just make things awkward and it'll just ruin the whole workplace environment.

"Y/N?" He turned the radio back down and turned his whole body to face me.

"Yes?" I sighed, he's not going to let this go. He's so persistent sometimes it's actually annoying.

"Do you i'm unlikeable?" By now we had made it to my house. I parked the car and turned it off, unbuckling my seatbelt so I could face him.

"No, why would you ask that?" Now that was something I could answer. He laid his head against the window and sighed.

"I don't know, it's just that everyone else on the team manages to get dates all the time and i've never even been on one."

I reached over and grabbed his hand, he looked at our hands and then my face. "Spencer you're not unlikeable, the reason why we're always getting dates is because when we're away from the job, we're away. We stop thinking about the logical thing to do and just go for it. You're always in your head, Spence, always thinking, even when you don't realize it."

"Let's go inside." I said when he hadn't said anything back. I got out of the car first and went to get him from the passenger side, helping him to to stumble up the driveway.

When we got inside, I took him to the couch and sat him there while I got him a bottle of water. I handed it to him and sat down.

Spencer took the water and said thank you before taking a sip and closing it up, sitting in on the coffee table.

He yawned laid down his head on my lap, wrapped his arms around my waist. I let out a puff of air and softly ran my fingers through his hair.

Before I knew it, his breathing slowed down to an even pace and he was asleep. I slowly unwrapped his arms from me and lifted his head so I could stand up.

I went to the take his shoes off for him and then I grabbed my blanket that was thrown over the back of my other couch and laid it over him.

I moved his water closer to him and made sure he was okay before turning the lights off and heading to my room.

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My eyes slowly started to open up as I heard something fall on the floor. I stumbled out of bed and went to the living room to check on Spencer.

When I say he wasn't in there I went to the kitchen and there he was, fumbling around in the cabinet for something.

"Spencer?" He jumped and turned to look at me. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Sorry, i'm looking for your medicine, like some ibuprofen." He asked and closed the cabinet he was just in.

"Oh, it's in my room. Hold on, i'll go get it." He nodded his head and went to sit on one of the stools. I walked out of the kitchen and went to my room.

I kept my medication in my bathroom attached to my room because it's easier to get to when I need it. I opened my cabinet and moved some stuff around until I found the ibuprofen.

When I went back to the kitchen I gave gave Spencer the bottle of pills and sat down across from him.

Today was our day off, hopefully. Hotch had said we could have today off if we didn't get a case so I'm hoping that we don't.

"Do you want to go get breakfast? If you wait a little I can go get dressed and stuff and then I'll take you back to your place and then we can go."

"Yeah, that sounds good." He smiled and nodded his head. I nodded and headed back to my room, picking out a outfit and going into my bathroom.

———

"You know, i've never seen you eat something other than that when we come here." Spencer smiled and picked around at his food.

"So what, this is the best thing they have here." I smiled and took a bite of of my sausage. When we came to this little breakfast place I always got the same thing, pancakes and sausage drowned in syrup.

Spencer laughed and took a napkin, reaching over and wiping some syrup from my face. I smiled and said thank you.

He leaned back in his chair, his hand was twitching like it always does when he's nervous. I was about to ask him what was wrong but he started to talk before I got the chance.

"Y/N, can we talk yesterday... when we were in the car."

Of course, even drunk he still remembers everything. I took a sip of my apple juice and cleared my throat, it was suddenly very hot in this place.

"What about yesterday?" I pretended not to know what he was talking about, maybe he'll drop it if I act clueless.

"I want you to take my virginity, you thought I was just saying it because I was drunk last night. Well, i'm not drunk now." He has a point, a good one at that.

I can't say that it's the alcohol speaking now because he's completely sober. He's making his own decision without anything clouding his judgement.

So remember when I said if he asked me when he was sober then I wouldn't hesitate to say yes? Well, I lied big time.

"Spencer, you're first time should be with someone-"

"Someone special, I know. You are special to me, I've loved you for so long, it actually makes me think i'm crazy." He scoffed.

I thought about it for a minute, internally debating on if I should say yes. What's the worst that could happen if I do?

He already confessed to liking— no — loving me and I mean I feel the same way about him. It's a mutual feeling on both ends of the stick.

What if he doesn't like it though or his first time isn't at all what he thought it would be? What if I fuck it up and he never wants to talk to me ever again?

There's a lot to consider here but I don't think I have time to consider it, not with Spencer sitting across from me staring into my soul with those eyes of his.

"Fine."

"Yes? So you'll do it?" A big smile broke out across his face and I couldn't help but smile back at him and shake my head.

"So when do you want to do it? Do you want to to it today or tomorrow? We can go back to my place or your place, it doesn't matter-"

"Spencer! Relax, we're not setting a time and date for sex. But we're going back to your place." I pushed my plate forward and stood up, holding my hand out for him so we could leave.

I reached into my pocket and placed a ten dollar bill down for the tip, Spencer had paid for us when we first got in so I told him i'd pay the tip.

We walked out and went to my car, once we got into the car I waited a few minutes before pulling out of the parking lot.

Spencer was very nervous, I could see his hand twitching more than usual. He brought his other hand to rest of the one that was twitching, trying to either make it stop or prevent me from seeing it.

When we arrived at his apartment he offered me a drink to which I declined.

"Let's watch a movie." That was the start of my plan, we get into a good movie so he's relaxed a then I make my move, catch him off guard.

"Sure, what do you want to watch?" He asked, standing up and going to grab his tv remote. Spencer didn't have a tv before we became good friends to the point we went to each others houses, he house was just full of books.

When I would come over we would just end up sitting there and we'd end up just going to my house but I got bored of being at my house all the time so I made him get a tv which i'm pretty sure he never uses unless i'm over.

"It doesn't matter." I got up and turned the lights off and grab a blanket. I sat back down next to him and spread the cover over our bodies.

Spencer scrolled through netflix until he managed to find something both of us would like. Once the movie started playing he leaned forward and put the remote on the coffee table.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and pulled the blanket further up my body. I almost laughed at how stiff he was, if I didn't know any better I would've thought he was trying to pass as a statue.

As the movie went on, Spencer started to relax more. I waited until I figured he was completely relaxed and not focused on anything other than the movie to move my hand up his chest and unbuttoned his sweater vest thing.

I moved my hand up under his shirt and felt around, sitting up some more and gently placing a small kiss on his neck.

"Y/N-"

"Watch the movie, Spencer." He whimpered quietly and tilted his head in the opposite direction, leaving me with more skin to kiss and suck.

I found his sweet spot and started to suck and nibble against it, my hand moving down to unbutton his pants.

He was growing harder and harder every time my fingers ghosted over his crotch. I pushed my hand down his pants, he breathing was now coming out in pants.

I pulled back and take a look at the small hickey I just made which made him turn his head and look at me.

"This still okay?" I asked him and moved closer to him, brushing my lips against his. He let out a small yes so I pushed my lips into his, he pushed back with full force.

The way my body was twisted was a little uncomfortable so I moved my legs and straddled his lap.

Spencer kept his hands at his side so I took ahold of his wrist and brought them to my body, encouraging him to touch whatever he wanted.

His lips were soft and when I slid my tongue in his mouth and swiped across his tongue I could taste the faint taste of the syrup he had with his breakfast and i'm sure he could taste mine.

I softly bit his bottom lip while I pulled away and that made him whine and chase after my lips but I just kept pulling back.

Spencer's face was tinted pink and it just kept getting pinker each time I touched him. I moved his sweater vest off his shoulders and tossed it behind my head, lifting his shirt next and doing the same.

I got up and lowered myself on my knees in front of him, Spencer helped me take his pants and boxers off. He let out a breath of relief once his cock was freed from his pants, it sprung up and landed on his lower stomach.

"You got a lot hiding under here." I teased him. His cock was long, thick, and very pretty. I brought my hand up and took him in my hand, his tip was almost a dark pink and leaking.

I slowly pumped him in my hand, leaning up and licking his tip. Spencer moaned and threw his head back, his hips lifting up, chasing the pleasure.

Instead of making him wait more I went ahead and took him deeper into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. Spencer let out a very loud groan when I instinctively tried to swallow around the head.

Having no gag reflex came come in handy sometimes. I moaned around him and started to bob my head while I sucked.

Spencer brought his hand down and held a tight grip on my hair, tugging at it and letting out whines. I looked up and him and his eyes were closed and his lip was tucked between his teeth.

"Mommy- I- I think i'm gonna-" He was cut off by a loud moan that ripped through his throat when I reached up and cupped his balls.

Spencer calling me mommy is something I never thought would happen, hell, I never thought this would happen either but here we are.

He lifted his hips one last time but he was spurting out thick ropes of cum into the back of my throat. I lifted my mouth off of him until I was just at the head, my hand stroking the rest of him.

His hand let go of my head and so I lifted off of him completely and swallowed his cum. I eventually stopped my hand and stood up, pushing my pants and panties down my legs and then pulling my shirt off and unclipping my bra before tossing them both somewhere on the floor.

Spencer slowly opened his eyes when he felt me sitting back down on his lap, I pushed some of his hair behind his ear. "Hi, baby."

"Hi." He whispered, his lips curled up into a lazy smile. I leaned down and kissed him, pushing my tongue past his lips so he could taste himself on my tongue.

He moaned into my mouth and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to his body, if that was possible.

"I'm gonna ride you now, okay?" I mumbled against his lips, he nodded frantically and moved his hands to my hips.

I pulled back and reached my hand down to grab his cock, lifting myself up and rubbing him through my slit before lowering myself on him.

My breath got caught in my throat and my eyes started slipping closed but I fought to keep them open. Spencer's nails dug into my skin, it hurt a little but the pleasure of him stretching me out overruled the pain.

"Oh my- so tight and warm." He whined, leaning forward and digging his head into my chest while he hugged me tighter.

I sat down on him completely and ran my fingers through his hair, managing to slightly lift myself up and drop back down.

Before I could blink Spencer had moved us so I was on my back, he was still deep inside me. I let out a breathy laugh and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He leaned down and almost dropped all of his weight on top of me, he moved his arm up and leaned on his forearm beside my head.

Spencer moaned and mumbled about how good it felt, how good I felt, he was mostly talking to himself. I tugged at his hair while he rutted into me, I moaned his name into his ear, encouraging him to go faster and harder.

"So good, baby. You're doing so good for me." I whined, my hips lifted up to meet his, not for long before he pressed down on my hip, keeping me from lifted them.

My pussy was tightening around him in pulses, I gasped and threw my head back when he moved and angled his hips differently which made him brush against my g-spot.

Even though we had just started, I was already on the brink of coming. Sucking him off had already got me riled up enough it wouldn't have taken long anyways.

I could tell Spencer was almost there, I could feel him throbbing each time he pushed back into me. If I hadn't known that he was a virgin prior to this I would have never guessed it.

"Spencer- you're gonna make me cum, baby. Fuck-" I whined and tightened my legs around him, his breath was hot as it hit my skin.

"Please come, Y/N. I wanna feel it, please." He whimper and lifted his head, kissing my chest.

It didn't take many more thrust before my back arched and I was coming, my pussy fluttering around him. Spencer let out a loud groan and pushed into me the deepest he has since we started, he whimpered into my skin as he filled me with his cum.

He thrust into me a few more times before pulling out and laying completely on top of me, we both laid there and tried to catch our breath.

I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his head, he smiled against my skin before sitting up so he didn't crush me.

"Thank you." He smiled and pushed his hair out of his face. I sat up and wrapped up in the blanket, it was suddenly very cold.

"So mommy, huh?" I pushed his leg slightly with my foot and chuckled. He closed his eyes a groaned, his face flushing a deep red.

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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OURS - STEDDIE X FEM!READER

summary: steve and eddie remind you who you belong to

relationship: steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

word count: 4.9K

warnings/what to expect: SMUT (+18 MDNI I MEAN IT!!), jealous!steddie, possessive!stedie, dom!steddie, sub!bratty!reader, brat taming, sub/dom dynamics, pet names, slight degradation, established poly relationship, threesome (f/m/m), masturbation, teasing, kissing, semi-public sex (sex in eddie’s van in the middle of the woods), lots of dirty talk, brief dry humping, mentions of spit, masturbation with rings, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), blow jobs, hand jobs, very brief tits/nipple play, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum swallowing, biting, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), brief cum play(kinda?), choking, spanking, hair-pulling.

a/n: I have nothing to say in my defense for this one (this was requested)

a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

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Everyone in Hawkins High was celebrating that night because the basketball team had finally won the championship. After years of never winning, tonight you finally bring the cup home. Crowds of people were cheering the team outside the school, different groups hanging out in the parking lot as they all celebrated the recent triumph.

Eddie walked out of the school, looking around at all the people celebrating, which let him know they had won. Honestly, he didn't really care about basketball. He tried to watch the game since you and Steve invited him, but gave up shortly after it began, choosing to go plan his new campaign for the Hellfire Club instead.

He was quick to spot Steve with Nancy and Robin, all of them standing by his van. He joined the group, noticing you were missing. When he asked about you, Robin pointed behind her, the group turning to look at you as you chatted with your usual group of friends.

Steve and Eddie exchanged a look almost immediately when they noticed that guy standing next to you. The one that's always trying to hit on you despite you clearly seeing him as a friend. Even when you say it's nothing, that they’re just overreacting, it’s easy to see right through him. They know exactly what he's trying to do every time he’s around you.

Their blood was boiling the second they saw him leaning closer to you, muttering something before you laughed at whatever he was saying, lightly pushing him away in a playful manner. He didn't give up there, putting a hand at your lower back as he leaned yet again to say something else.

You never thought anything of it, because the two of you have been friends since you were little and he's always been this way with you. Maybe he was flirting, but you never saw it that way. And of course you never flirted back. You’re already in a relationship with Steve and Eddie and you love being with them, clearly not interested in whatever moves your friend might or might not make.

Of course, your boyfriends didn't look at the situation that way. They've seen the way he looks at you and how he's always trailing behind you trying to get you to notice he's interested beyond a friendship. And they usually get overprotective of you whenever he's around, not wanting him to get anywhere near you if they can help it.

Eddie had enough of him touching you, making his way towards your friend group. As soon as you noticed him, you greeted him with a smile and he didn't return it. He was much too preoccupied staring at your friend to notice you.

"We're leaving," was all he said, never once taking his eyes off the guy standing next to you. Your friend seemed to realize what was going on inside Eddie's head because he quickly took his hand away from you.

"Okay, I'll be there in a second," you replied, looking back at him with confusion when he didn't move from your side. "Uh...I'll see you guys tomorrow!" you quickly said, realizing you couldn't say your goodbyes to each of your friends with a hug like you always tend to do, quickly waving at them before the two of you walked back to Eddie's van. "Is something wrong?"

"Told you not to talk to that guy."

"I thought we already had this conversation, Eddie. He's just a friend."

"Well, that's not what he thinks. He's clearly hitting on you."

"He is not!"

You were completely ignored as you joined the rest of the group. Steve looked as pissed as Eddie, so you didn't even try to say something to him.

"We're going back to Robin's house to hang out, if you guys want to join," you heard Nancy offering when you two arrived, noticing the two guys acting a little weird already.

"I'm kinda tired, actually," Eddie replied fairly quickly.

Steve turned to look at him for a second before looking back at Nancy. "Yeah, me too."

Robin and Nancy looked at you now, waiting for your answer. "No way I'm third wheeling all by myself!" you joked..

"You're not going to...okay, maybe that's true," Nancy admitted, a light shade of pink adorning her cheeks. The sight made Robin smirk.

"See you weirdos tomorrow!" Robin said goodbye, both girls walking off to Nancy's car.

As soon as the girls left, Eddie got in the driver's seat of his van without saying a word. You knew they were angry about your friend, and when your boyfriends get upset with you...things don't usually go so well after. More often than not, you'll end up getting punished for it, both Eddie and Steve roughly fucking you until they felt like you learned your lesson.

You got in the back of the van, sitting on the mattress that was at the back of the vehicle. It wasn't weird for the three of you to lay there for hours, so eventually you all decided to put a mattress there with blankets and pillows. That way you could be more comfortable whenever you hang out there.

"Are we going to talk about this?" you finally decided to say something as Steve is getting inside the van too.

"There's better ways to solve this than talking, sweetheart," Steve replied, his tone calmed but with a hint of warning hidden beneath that serenity.

"This isn't fair. It's not my fault you don't like my friends!"

"We like your friends. It's that asshole we can't stand."

"Still sounds like a “you” problem," you insisted. "I don't think I deserve to be punished this time."

"The more you talk back the worst it gets for you, baby," Eddie replies this time, looking at you through the rear-view mirror, grinning at you before focusing back on the road. You didn't say anything after that, wanting them to think they won.

Truth is, you love to tease your boys. That might get you in trouble afterwards, but you just love breaking every rule they tell you, defying their authority to see their reaction.

After a few minutes in silence, you finally lean forward so your head could poke to the front part of the van. "And what exactly are you going to do to me?" you asked in a sweet, innocent voice, knowing whatever it was it’d be far from innocent.

"You'll see when we get home," Eddie replied.

"But I want to know now."

"Always have to be such a brat," Steve commented. The tone he used let you know you're succeeding at pissing them off.

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me..." you started, leaning back once again, making sure to sit in the middle of the mattress so it could be easier for them to look at you through the rear-view mirror. You smirked when you noticed both of his curious looks on you, slowly spreading your legs. "...I'll have to use my imagination."

You licked the tip of your pointer, middle and ring finger before slowly reaching down, your hand sneaking down your skirt and inside your panties as you began touching yourself.

Neither of the two guys witnessing what you were doing through that tiny mirror said a thing. You noticed Steve fixing the fit of his jeans, which encouraged you to continue the show.

All you could think about is Eddie’s body pressed behind yours, tightly gripping your neck as he whispers praises in your ear while Steve is between your legs, his tongue exploring your pussy. The scenario was encouraging you to rub your clit with your fingers. A moan left your mouth involuntarily, your hips rocking back and forth to create more friction as your head leaned back.

You had to stop what you were doing to hold onto the side of the van when Eddie abruptly turned when he wasn't supposed to. The road got bumpy, giving you the impression you weren't on the pavement anymore. When he abruptly stopped, you looked around and saw nothing but trees. Did he just drove the van to the middle of the fucking woods?

Before you could ask what was going on, Eddie turned the engine off and got out of the van, rapidly making his way to the back. You turned around to meet him and the second he opened the back doors, he leaned over you and captured your lips in a needy and heated kiss. His tongue traces your lower lip and you immediately part them, your tongues meeting and exploring each other's mouths shortly after.

He's leaning down on the mattress, one arm holding his weight over you, his other hand grabbing one of yours and guiding it down to his crotch, making you feel his growing erection. "Feel what you did with that little show of yours?"

You bite your lip as you palm him on top of his clothes, already wishing to feel him without the jeans and boxers, his breath accelerating just enough as you continue to touch him. Eddie kisses you again just as fiercely as before, fully pressing to you now that both of your hands moved to his hair. Another moan leaves your mouth when you feel him rock his hips down, rubbing himself against you. He repeated that action a few more times, your hips meeting his halfway.

You felt a weight next to you, realizing Steve has joined the two of you. Eddie pulled back from your kiss, smirking up at Steve before moving aside so he could make out with you instead.

"We're gonna fuck you so hard, it'll make you remember who you belong to," Eddie says while you and Steve continue to kiss, your pussy throbbing when you heard that.

Eddie got on his knees and moved closer to the entrance of the back of the van, getting rid of your skirt. Before you spread your legs for him, you kicked your shoes off without caring where they landed.

He looked up to the two of you making out before he focused on his hand, spitting on the rings he was wearing on one of them. You had to pull back from the kiss with Steve when you felt the rings rubbing up and down your clothed pussy.

"That feels good," you sigh, looking down at the rings moving against you.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, smirking. "Be a good girl for us and masturbate with my rings," he instructed, stopping his movements so it could be you the one moving instead. You immediately obey, your hips rocking up and down as you begin rubbing against his ringed fingers, your moans increasing in volume.

Steve got rid of your shirt before leaning closer to you, beginning to kiss your neck and collarbone. He bites your skin right under your ear, making the speed of your hips increase just enough.

He hummed against your neck, noticing your moans getting louder and louder. "You make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart. Do you want to cum all over Eddie's rings?"

"Yes," you barely reply, your hips moving faster than ever at this point, feeling your orgasm approaching. "Fuck, I'm close...so close..."

When Eddie heard that, he moved his hand away and left you moving against nothing. You sighed in annoyance for what he just did, forcing you to touch yourself instead. He quickly grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away. "You're not allowed to do that."

"Well, you can't just leave me like that!" you argued.

"That's what you get when you talk to guys we told you to stay away from," Steve said this time.

You scoffed. "Maybe those guys would've made me cum by now."

"Oh, you and your smart mouth," Eddie mutters sarcastically, clearly not enjoying your last comment. He didn't give you time to come up with a reply before he got rid of your panties, throwing them to the side before grabbing both of your legs, dragging you to the edge of the van as he got on his knees on the floor.

You sat up, tugging at his hair when his tongue made contact with your core, expertly licking up and down your folds. He then focused on your clit, the tip of his tongue moving in fast circles before his mouth sucked on it, looking up at you to see your reaction. Your legs were resting on each of his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his hair in an attempt to keep it away from his face as he continued to eat you out.

Steve was on his knees next to you watching the show. You noticed he unbuckled his belt before unzipping his pants and dragging them along with his boxers down to his knees, his already fully erect cock appearing before you.

One of your hands moved away from Eddie's hair to grab Steve by the base of his dick to begin jerking him off while Eddie continued devouring your pussy. Steve let out a low grunt when you first touched him, leaning forward to remove your bra and leaving you completely naked before them.

One of Steve's hands grabbed one of your tits, slowly massaging it before he pinched your nipple with his fingers, making you arch your back in response as you continued to move your hand up and down his dick.

He stopped what he was doing to roughly grab your face to force you to look at him. "You sure love to talk back, don't you?" he started, moving closer to you. "How about we put your mouth to a much better use, yeah?"

You nodded immediately after his question, opening your mouth for him, allowing him to thrust in and out of your mouth at whatever pace he wanted. You kept looking up at him as you gladly accepted him. "Fuck," he mutters, grabbing a fist-full of your hair.

He began thrusting faster in and out of your mouth as you struggled to take the entirety of him in, the intensity of his thrusts and the fact that he repeatedly touched the back of your throat makes you tear up a little.

Your moans increase around him when you feel two of Eddie's fingers entering you, curling upwards inside of you, his thumb continuing the work his tongue was previously doing on your clit.

"Look at you," he comments in a mocking manner. "Such a pretty mess already with Steve's cock in your mouth and my fingers inside of you." You whimper when he increases the speed of his fingers, beginning to finger you at an impossibly fast pace. "Cum for us, baby."

His words alone would be enough to make you cum right there and then, so the fact that he was fingering you that hard and Steve continued to thrust inside your mouth made you quickly reach your first orgasm, your cries muffled almost entirely by Steve's cock.

Eddie barely gave you any time to recover, putting his fingers out of you so his tongue could explore you again, licking and sucking all your juices while you continued to moan around Steve. His mouth sucks on your clit insistently, forbidding you from relaxing as you feel your second orgasm rapidly approaching.

Your legs attempted to shut close, but he used his hands to spread them again to continue what he was doing. It didn't take long for his actions to make you come again, your entire body spasming from overstimulation.

You had to move away from both of them so they could give you a break, unable to continue because you were too sensitive from having two orgasms in a row with barely any time between each of them. You laid back on the mattress, legs shut in hopes that would help to calm you down faster, panting with your eyes closed.

Steve leaned closer to you, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip. "We're not done with you yet, princess. How about you show Eddie some love, hmm? Show him what that mouth of yours can do."

You opened your eyes right after Steve planted a quick kiss on your lips, watching him move away from you to help Eddie get undressed. While he removed his jacket and shirt off, Eddie began slowly stroking him. Steve would leave sloppy kisses all over the other guy's neck, his hips moving in sync with his hand.

Feeling relatively better already, you joined the two guys by crawling towards them, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, both his jeans and boxers dropping to his knees. Your mouth watered at the sight of both of his fully erect cocks right in front of you.

You leaned back against one of the walls of the van, both of them following your movements. You sat down, their dicks leveling with your head. You smiled up at both of them before licking one of your hands to once again jerk Steve off, same time as your tongue licked a single strap from the base to the tip of Eddie's dick.

The sounds coming from the two of them let you know you were doing a good job, continuing to stroke Steve while you repeatedly licked Eddie's dick, not fully putting him inside your mouth yet, deciding to tease him a little bit first.

You did the gesture of finally putting him inside your mouth, watching him get ready to feel your hot mouth all around him, but before you could do so you smiled at him once again, leaving a kiss at his tip.

He clearly wasn't happy about that. "You're a such a fucking tease," he mutters, grabbing your hair to guide you closer to him again.

"Can't help it," you reply. "You look so hot like this, all bothered."

"Looks like you haven't learned your lesson yet," Steve says this time.

"I didn't do anything wrong," was your answer to that.

"You sure about that, brat?" he insisted, making you smirk at the little nickname he used.

"Very."

"Fucking shut up," Eddie hissed, pulling at your hair and practically forcing himself inside your mouth. Your smile didn't fade as you accepted him in, sticking your tongue out and opening wider for him.

You stick your tongue back inside your mouth to start bobbing your head around him, making sure to please Steve with your hand as well. After your mouth worked on Eddie for a few minutes you switched, having Steve inside your mouth now while your hand stoke Eddie.

Both guys were looking down at you as you worked on both of them at the same time, watching you twirl your tongue around them, your cheeks hollowing just enough as you suck them off, your thumb teasing their tip and your available hand occasionally massaging their balls to stimulate them ever further. Their constant stare and increasing moans encouraged you to continue to please them.

"Does my mouth feel good?" you asked, looking up at Eddie when you noticed his hips thrusting faster.

"You feel incredible, sweetheart."

"You want to cum inside my mouth? Or maybe you'd prefer to cum all over my face?"

"Fucking hell. Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth."

"Yeah? Beg for it," he snapped, feeling his orgasm approaching with each thrust.

"Please, come in my mouth," you say sweetly, before putting him inside your mouth again, letting him go just to add, "Give it to me, Eddie. Please."

At your request, Eddie increased his speed at the time you bobbed your head faster, focusing on trying not to gag around him every time he hit the back of your throat. You kept your eyes glued to him, silently pleading for him to release his load inside of you.

It took just a few seconds more before he reached his orgasm, hot strings of cum being shot inside your mouth as you quickly began to swallow everything he gave you, not wanting to waste a single drop.

"See what you get when you're a good girl? You get rewarded," Steve praised, helping you clean the saliva away from the corner of your mouth and your chin.

You were quick to capture his finger with your mouth, smiling when you noticed he liked that gesture, slightly shaking his head. "Can't seem to get enough, huh?"

"Nope. I want more," you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck as you begin leaving kisses all across his jawline. "I want you to fuck me, Steve."

"Want me to make you forget about all those other guys with my cock?" he mutters, leaning his head back to give you more room to kiss whenever you want.

"Yes," you moan against the skin of his neck. "Please, Steve. I need you."

"Yeah?" he grunts, one of his hands moving down you play with your clit, making you spread your legs further.

"Need you so bad, baby," you complied, knowing they love when you use your words without them having to order you to do so.

"Come here," he instructed, leaning back and motioning for you to sit on his lap.

You quickly did as told, positioning yourself on top of him, your body slowly lowering until the tip of his dick was rubbing against you. The two of you let out a moan in sync at the sensation.

"Move," he ordered. "Please yourself, just like that..." he groaned, watching you slowly rock your hips, only the tip of him rubbing up and down your folds. "Fuck, that so hot."

Eddie moved to be behind you, both of his hands cupping your tits. You leaned against his chest, moving your head to the side to face him. "You want Steve to fuck the living shit out you, princess?"

"Please," was all you could say.

Eddie smiled approvingly of your plea. "Good girl."

Steve grabbed your hips as you sank further down, his dick slowly stretching you out so ridiculously good you couldn't hold back your moans. When you fully sat down, you took a time to just feel how deep he was, filling you up completely, almost feeling him at the very pit of your stomach. But then your hips moved up before going down again, each movement going faster and faster. Steve groaned, his fingers digging at each side of you as he also contributed to you riding him faster.

Eddie continued to play with your tits, his mouth devouring your neck. He bit down on your skin as he pinched both of your nipples, the sensation making you lean your head back, exposing more of your neck. Taking that in his advantage, one of his hands moved up to grab your neck, softly squeezing.

You gasped at the sensation of him squeezing your neck, even when it was the lightest pressure. "Tighter," you say.

"Since when do you give the orders around here?" he asked, leaning closer to your ear as he said that, gently biting your earlobe.

You huffed, mentally cursing at him for doing this to you. "Please...tighter."

"See? Not that hard," he teased, but complied with your request as he applied more pressure to your neck.

You whimper when you feel his grip tightening, the gesture making the sensation of Steve's dick going in and out of you a hundred times better. Eddie noticed you were getting more aroused, gripping your neck even tighter. "How does Steve feel, princess? Is he fucking you good?" he mutters against your neck, but you were so lost into it that you couldn't find words to reply.

"Still thinking of talking to that jackass?" Steve asks this time. You were barely able to shake your head no. "All you needed was a little cock to remember who you belong to?"

"Never...forgot..." you were barely able to say, too lost in pleasure to care about elaborating an actual sentence.

Eddie's grip loosened up a little so you could get more air. "Say it. Say who this pretty pussy belongs to."

"Yours and Steve's."

"Louder."

"Ah, fuck- yours and Steve's!"

You yelp when Steve smacks your ass as you continue to ride him, his thrusts meeting you halfway. At the speed you two were going while having Eddie tightly gripping your neck, you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

Wanting to please them further, you said, "I'm yours- only yours! Always. Just yours." That earned you another smack in your ass from Steve and a trail of Eddie's kisses along your jaw.

"Shit, shit, shit," you heard Steve muttering underneath you, letting you know he was also close to cum. Finding enough strength, you move even faster as the loudest moan yet escapes your lips, your third orgasm spreading across your entire body in waves of pleasure. Steve moans at the sensation of you squeezing him even tighter as you reach your climax. "I'm gonna cum too," he warned you, expecting you would stand up so he could finish.

"Do it, I want you to cum inside me," you replied, continuing to ride him so he could cum too. Your comment was what officially drove him over the edge, his thrusts slowing as he spills his load inside of you.

When you two recovered from your orgasm, Eddie let go of your neck as you stood up, feeling a string of cum falling down your leg. You quickly cleaned it, doing an effort to put some of it back, the rest cleaning it off your fingers with your tongue. Steve put his boxers back on and got off the van to start getting dressed.

A smirk appears on your face when you feel Eddie running two fingers up your thigh as well, licking them clean before leaning forward to kiss you. The kiss was messy and heated, feeling his once again erect cock pressed against your leg as he slowly began rubbing himself against you. He moans into the kiss when you tug at his hair, fully pressing your bodies together.

He leaned forward, giving you the hint that he wanted you to lean on your back. You did, him positioning on top of you while the two of you continued to kiss. He only pulled away from you to smirk at you as he grabbed one of your legs to put in on his shoulder, the position making you spread even wider.

You were impatiently waiting for him to enter you, leaning your head back against the pillows when he finally filled you in one quick thrust, your whimper muffled against the pillow. He continued his movements in and out of you, the filthy sounds coming from the mixture of yours and Steve's cum each time Eddie moved and both of your desperate moans were the only thing audible along with the creaking of the van due to the speed you two were going at it. Same sounds the van made back when you were riding Steve.

"I could never get enough of this pretty pussy of yours," he mutters, his messy and sweaty hair sticking everywhere around his neck and face. "So good. And all mine and Steve's."

"Yes, yes! All yours," you say, panting. Whatever could help you to make him go as fast as he possibly could.

"Keep saying it. Fucking scream it for the whole world to hear that your ours."

"I'm yours! I'm all yours!" you screamed, gripping the pillow next to you as tears begin falling down your cheeks when you feel your next orgasm rapidly forming at the pit of your stomach. "Fuck, Eddie, I'm gonna cum!"

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers tightly grip the pillow, crying out Eddie's name as you cum again, tears still falling down your cheeks because your body just couldn't handle the amount of pleasure. It was all too much. You were unable to hold the tears back after four orgasms and such a rough fuck like the one these two just gave you.

Eddie moves down to kiss you as he cums too, biting your lower lip to hold back his moans and grunts. He moves your leg off his shoulder, you quickly wrapping both around his hips, wanting to keep him inside of you as the two of you recover.

You helped move his hair away from his face as he continued panting, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at you before kissing you again, ringed fingers resting at the side of your neck as he gave his final thrusts before pulling out of you.

"What a show," Steve commented, standing outside the van as he watched the two of you. "Almost got undressed again to join."

"You should next time," Eddie replied, also starting to get undressed again.

"Fuck, I don't think I can even walk," you say, still sitting inside the van, feeling extremely tired after being roughly fucked by both of them. The cold breeze from the night hits your hot and sweaty body, sending shivers down your spine now that you didn’t have Steve and Eddie next to you, missing the heart of their bodies already.

"That was kinda the point," you get as a reply from Steve. "You had a lesson to learn, remember?"

You roll your eyes at the last comment, copying Eddie as you also begin putting your clothes back on. "I'm gonna need a shower when we get to your place."

"Already thinking of round two?" Eddie asks with a smirk, handing you his shirt, putting only his jacket on. "So you can clean yourself. I can wash it later, it's fine."

You appreciated the gesture, because you really didn't have anything else to clean the mess you were leaving on the blanket beneath you, desperately needing something to wipe the inside of your thighs with. "Thanks."

There was a brief pause before Steve spoke, "so about round two..."

"Don't you think making me cum four times is enough?" you asked in disbelief. Noticing the look on both of their faces, you let out a sigh before adding, "Fine. I'll think about it."

"That's why we love you so much," Eddie grinned, moving towards you to kiss your cheek, walking back to the front of the van to get in the driver's seat again, starting the engine as he waited for Steve to get on the passenger seat, all of you ready to finally head over to Eddie's trailer.

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Fool For Love

part 3

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part 1, part 2

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Author’s Note: First of all, thank you for the lovely comments! 🥰 Second, I’m writing this as I go, so while I’ll try to post every other day, it might come a point when I’m not done on time. Just so you know if it suddenly takes longer for the next part to be posted.

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, eventual happy ending

Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only… now you do. And you’re not handling it very well.

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It’s almost sundown when you and the others are back at the camp again. It’s been a good day, all in all. You were able to stock up on potions and scrolls, and Karlach sweet-talked her way into a good deal on a handaxe. Not that you were there to watch it happen — Halsin’s favour had you talking to both the new leader of the Druids, Francesca, and Rath, the latter engaging you in a longer conversation than originally planned. Not that you minded, Rath is a good conversationalist. And quite handsome.

Yes, you did notice, but you kept it polite, not at all in the mood for flirting. Not when your thoughts continuously drifted back to a certain vampire that declined tagging along at the last minute.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but your eyes roam Halsin’s tent when you search him out to relay the information you gathered today. It’s probably a coincidence that Astarion decided to remain, but you can’t help but look for signs of someone sharing Halsin’s bed.

If Halsin sees you snooping, he doesn’t confront you about it, and you feel silly when you leave him to find the others. Who he sleeps with is none of your business, and you tell yourself that this is enough. Either you get over yourself, or you let Astarion go.

Which is easier said than done.

“Hey Karlach, let me see that axe of yours.” The rest of your party is gathered around the fire, preparing tonight’s meal. “From what I hear, I should bring you every time I need to haggle down the price for something.”

“Look at this beauty!” Karlach happily shows you her new weapon. “I’m going to polish it tomorrow, really bring out the shine it deserves.”

“How come you weren’t there, Tav?” Astarion sounds nonchalant, like he couldn’t care less but decides to ask anyway.

“I believe Tav had more important things to do.” Trust Lae’zel to come to your rescue.

“Halsin wanted some updates from the Grove,” you add.

“Mhmm, but surely that’s not the only reason why you talked for so long with Rath, Tav?” Shadowheart teases. “It seemed like you two really hit it off.”

“Yeah, he’s cute, Tav. Go for it!”

You want to look at Astarion, but you force yourself to turn your attention to Karlach instead, making sure to sound as casual as possible. “He’s nice, but…” You already have someone. “Perhaps you should go for him, Karlach, if you find him cute?”

“Nah, I have my eyes on someone else.”

It’s adorable, the way she lights up, and you wish you could hug her. “Hmmm, might this be a blacksmith we all know?”

“Tav!”

“This is secret to none, Karlach,” Lae’zel says. “Even a blind fool couldn’t help but notice the way you swooned when he helped you in the Grove.”

“I didn’t swoon!”

“There was definitely some swooning happening,” Shadowheart chimes in. “We all saw it.”

“Aaaanyway…! This was about Tav, not me.”

Dammit. You should’ve left for your tent when you had the chance. “No, no, I think we should talk more about you and Dammon.”

“Come on, Tav.”

“Yes, Tav, tell us all about your conversation with Rath.”

For a moment you somehow forgot that Astarion is there, too. “There’s nothing to tell. He’s just nice and easy to talk to.”

“Hmm, you’re not very convincing, Tav.”

With a groan, you turn to the wizard. “Not you too, Gale.” For someone so hung up on his ex, he sure looks jealous over the fact that you might be interested in someone else. “I know you all probably only mean well, but if you don’t drop this right now…”

You expect either Astarion or Lae’zel to make some kind of comment, but none of your companions say a peep. There’s an awkward silence for a few tension-filled moments and you wonder if you sounded too harsh. They only want your best, after all.

Thankfully, Shadowheart steps in, clearing her throat. “I think our food is ready.”

Once you sit down to eat, you watch them all as they talk and laugh. It feels like usual again, and you’re reminded how lucky you are to have come across such amazing people in this extraordinary situation life put you in.

Your gaze rests a little bit longer on your lover. He’s always beautiful, but it’s entrancing the way the flickering flames seem to caress his cheekbones, the arch of his nose. His smile. He’s laughing at something Lae’zel just said, and going by the look on her face, it wasn’t meant to be funny.

It’s quite the motley crew you’re leading — and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You freeze when you suddenly find yourself locking eyes with Astarion. He isn’t supposed to catch you staring, and you quickly look away even though you know it’s too late. You wait a few minutes, and when you glance in his direction again, he’s talking to Gale.

Why must it be so difficult? Are you making it more difficult than it needs to be? You want to be with him and only him, so why not just ask it of him? If he says no, you’ll at least know instead of always wondering. And if he says yes, maybe he’ll grow to love you back.

Once again, you wish you had someone to talk to — and after today you think you can confide in Karlach — but it feels good to have come to a decision. Hopefully you can get him alone after dinner, because you would prefer to have it done before the stargazing Gale has planned.

You allow yourself to imagine the two of you lying next to each other in the grass, holding hands, smiling. Or his arm around you, holding you near.

You refuse to think about the other option, even though it’s the far more likely outcome.

For now, you’re going to pretend that everything’s going to be alright.

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burningvelvet · 1 year

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random excerpts from lord byron’s diaries that feel like tumblr posts from the 1800s

“My mind is a fragment.”

“I am too lazy to shoot myself.”

“Here I am, alone, instead of dining at Lord H.'s, where I was asked—but not inclined to go any where. Hobhouse says I am growing a ‘loup garou,’ a solitary hobgoblin. True.”

“Sleepy, and must go to bed.”

“Whether ‘Hell will be paved with’ those ‘good intentions,’ I know not.”

“Got up—redde the Morning Post containing [..] a paragraph on me as long as my pedigree, and vituperative, as usual.”

“I wonder what the devil is the matter with me! I can do nothing, and fortunately there is nothing to do.”

“Last night, party at Lansdowne House. Tonight, party at Lady Charlotte Greville's—deplorable waste of time, and something of temper. Nothing imparted—nothing acquired—talking without ideas:—if any thing like thought in my mind, it was not on the subjects on which we were gabbling. Heigho!—and in this way half London pass what is called life. Tomorrow there is Lady Heathcote's—shall I go? yes—to punish myself for not having a pursuit.”

“What a strange thing is the propagation of life! A bubble of Seed which may be spilt in a whore’s lap – or in the orgasm of a voluptuous dream – might (for aught we know) have formed a Caesar or a Buonaparte.”

“Oh that face!—by te, Diva potens Cypri, I would, to be beloved by that woman, build and burn another Troy.”

“I have found increasing upon me (without sufficient cause at times) the depression of Spirits (with few intervals), which I have some reason to believe constitutional or inherited.”

“I shall soon be six-and-twenty (January 22d., 1814). Is there any thing in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?”

“Past events have unnerved me; and all I can now do is to make life an amusement, and look on while others play. After all, even the highest game of crowns and sceptres, what is it?”

“Redde a little—wrote notes and letters, and am alone, which Locke says is bad company. ‘Be not solitary, be not idle.’—Um!—the idleness is troublesome; but I can't see so much to regret in the solitude. The more I see of men, the less I like them. If I could but say so of women too, all would be well. Why can't I? I am now six-and-twenty; my passions have had enough to cool them; my affections more than enough to wither them,—and yet—and yet—always yet and but—‘Excellent well, you are a fishmonger—get thee to a nunnery.’—‘They fool me to the top of my bent.’” (Quotations from Hamlet)

“I wish I could settle to reading again,—my life is monotonous, and yet desultory. I take up books, and fling them down again. I began a comedy, and burnt it because the scene ran into reality;—a novel, for the same reason. In rhyme, I can keep more away from facts; but the thought always runs through, through ... yes, yes, through. I have had a letter from Lady Melbourne—the best friend I ever had in my life, and the cleverest of women.”

“As to opinions, I don't think politics worth an opinion.”

“Tells Dallas that my rhymes are very popular in the United States. These are the first tidings that have ever sounded like Fame to my ears—to be redde on the banks of the Ohio!”

“This journal is a relief. When I am tired—as I generally am—out comes this, and down goes every thing. But I can't read it over; and God knows what contradictions it may contain. If I am sincere with myself (but I fear one lies more to one's self than to any one else), every page should confute, refute, and utterly abjure its predecessor.”

“Mr. Murray has offered me one thousand guineas for The Giaour and The Bride of Abydos. I won't—it is too much, though I am strongly tempted, merely for the say of it. No bad price for a fortnight's (a week each) what?—the gods know—it was intended to be called poetry.”

“I will not be the slave of any appetite. If I do err, it shall be my heart, at least, that heralds the way. Oh, my head—how it aches?—the horrors of digestion! I wonder how Buonaparte's dinner agrees with him?”

“If I had to live over again, I do not Know what I would change in my life, unless it were for not to have lived at all. All history and experience, and the rest, teaches us that the good and evil are pretty equally balanced in this existence, and that what is most to be desired is an easy passage out of it. What can it give us but years? and those have little of good but their ending.”

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stellamancer · 11 months

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pairing: fem!reader x merman!satoru gojo

summary: you were excited to return home for the summer, but all that excitement is quickly thrown out the window and you nearly resign yourself to a quiet and lonely summer.

the insufferable merman you rescued, however, has other plans.

contents: degrees of social anxiety from the reader, fem!reader (no pronouns used, reader is referred to as physically smaller than gojo)

notes: uh. this was written for the teahouse mermay collab! but, uh, gonna probably spend the summer writing this because somehow plot happened. will happen. this work will end up being a roommates to friends to maybe lovers fic so please look forward to it. uh. not sure what else to say. i usually don’t post multi-part fics to tumblr, but since i don’t expect this fic to get too long i figured it would be okay this time around lmao. i expect to eat my words. anyway this fic can also be found on ao3!

word count: 4.3k

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It’s the first time you’ve been home in a while, and honestly speaking, you don’t know how you feel about it.

At first, you were excited. As much as you enjoyed city life in Tokyo, you still missed your little seaside hometown. It was your parents’ idea to come home to visit, not so much because they missed you too, but because they wanted you to watch the house while they went on a summer long trek across Europe. As luck would have it, the time of their departure coincided with the expiration of your apartment’s lease. With no intent on renewing it, you figured you might as well return home for the summer and save a little bit on rent before moving into your new place.

Once your plans were settled, you’d texted your best friend, Minori, to let her know you were coming back, but… there was something a little off about her response. It’s not like you were expecting her to drop everything at the news of your homecoming, but you thought she’d at least be a little more excited. It did bother you a bit, but you merely chalked it up to being absolutely horrendous about keeping in touch while you were away. You’re almost positive that once you see each other it’ll be like you never even left.

Besides, if she really felt that awkward about seeing you, then she wouldn’t have agreed to hang out tomorrow.

Nor would she have forgotten to mention that there was a big hangout thing that was happening at the beach tonight.

Probably anyway.

It’d been one of your old high school classmates Kyohei Shinomiya who had mentioned the beach thing. You’d run into him working at the grocery store and while you really wouldn’t have considered Shinomiya a close friend, you were acquainted enough to chat amicably as he rang up your things. Most people you’d run into upon your return had asked about your life in Tokyo, but Shinomiya was oddly excited to hear about it. You’d gotten the feeling that not much had changed in your absence— but was the city really all that interesting? Shinomiya looked almost disappointed when all your things were bagged up, his face twisted almost as if he was debating something serious. Just as you were about to walk out the door he spoke up, and you realized that was what he’d been contemplating on all along.

“Are you gonna be at the hangout tonight?”

You’d tilted your head in confusion. “Hangout?”

“Yeah! On the beach at sunset!” He’d answered, his enthusiasm renewed. “If… if you’re not doing anything, then you should totally come by! Everyone from high school will be there!”

You’d immediately thought of Minori. She hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort. Had it slipped her mind? Or maybe she forgot? Either way, with no one waiting for you at home, and no other plans to speak of, your night was woefully free.

So, of course you showed up.

Shinomiya hadn’t been kidding when he said that everyone from high school would be here. You recognize basically every person on some level— not just people in your own year, but upperclassmen and underclassmen as well. Some of them recognize you too, a few of them even stop to chat a little, politely asking where you’ve been and what you’ve been up to, just like everyone else. Once you’ve made a lap around the group, you awkwardly park yourself near the barbeque where one of the upperclassmen is grilling skewers for everyone, unsure of where else to go.

Of all the people you’ve seen, Minori is not among them. Is it possible that maybe she wasn’t invited? You’ve seen some of her other friends here, though, so it wouldn’t make sense to leave her out. You start to reach for your phone to message her to ask if she knows, if she’s coming. Given how Shinomiya invited you, in the odd case she didn’t know, it probably wouldn’t be a problem if she showed up.

Probably.

Just as you start typing, you hear someone nearby yell. “About time you showed up! You’re late!”

You happen to look up to see who this latecomer is and it’s… Minori. But she’s not alone; at her side is someone else you recognize instantly: Hayato Tsuji. It’s been a while since you last saw him, but your heart stutters at the sight, your body remembering the feelings you harbored for him in your high school years. He’s grown even more handsome now; his features sharper and more mature now than when you were teenagers. Something about the two of them together nags at your mind, but you push the thought to the side, more relieved to see your friend here than anything.

Minori’s gaze moves from the person who called out to her, scanning the area before finally landing on you. There’s no missing the way her eyes widen in clear and obvious surprise, making it apparent that not telling you about this whole thing was a conscious choice on her part.

Still, she makes her way over to you, smiling sheepishly. her eyes now avoiding yours. “Hey! Didn’t expect to see you here."

"Shinomiya invited me," you explain almost flatly.

Minori hums as if you've said something very interesting. "Is that so…?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought you'd be doing something with your parents tonight," she offers, the reason of why she didn't tell you about this hangout threaded between her words.

"No, they left this morning."

"Oh."

You could have sworn you told her that, but maybe she got the day wrong or something. It’s no big deal; Minori was probably just trying to be considerate since it’s been a while since you’ve seen your parents, but still something feels… off. It’s fine. A little awkwardness is to be expected, you tell yourself.

“Minori!” Someone else calls and she whips her head around toward the voice to see who it is. You recognize it as one of her other friends, waving wildly to get her attention. Minori glances back at you, looking a little unsure.

“It’s fine,” you say, smiling, though it feels hollow. “We can catch up later. We’re hanging out tomorrow, aren’t we?”

She stares at you, the hesitation still flickering in her eyes before nodding. “Yeah.”

You wave her off as she heads toward the person calling her and you don’t miss how her expression looks considerably lighter as she walks off. Sighing, you turn back to the barbeque, thinking to busy yourself with some food. Will it be like that tomorrow? Awkward? Weird?

You shake your head. It’ll be fine.

“Skewer?” the upperclassman manning the grill offers you one, and though you thought to occupy your anxious hands by eating you find that you actually don’t feel all that hungry.

“No thanks,” you tell him, smiling apologetically. He doesn’t seem to take any offense, though, and nods. You move away from the barbeque so that you’re not in the way of anyone who might actually want to eat, but once again you’re not sure where to go. You feel like finding Minori again is out of the question, the earlier weirdness repelling you. Maybe Shinomiya then?

You make your way around and spot Shinomiya joking with some underclassmen, laughing jovially. Should you approach? You don’t want to interrupt anything though, so you lurk off to the side, teetering back and forth on your feet. Maybe you can come back later when there’s a lull in the conversation or something.

The only other person you can think of seeking out is… Hayato. Your heart skips a beat at the thought. You can’t say you’re friends but you’d talked a few times in high school, even worked on a few group projects together. It wouldn’t be all that weird to say hi, would it?

You look around again, your eyes straining to pick him out in the crowd. While you look, your thoughts get ahead of you. He was just a high school crush, but wouldn’t it just be something, if you guys ended up talking and it just… picked up from there? Reconnecting with something akin to an old flame and things developing into something more over the course of one fateful summer… You’re sure you’ve read a story like that somewhere before and the sheer possibility of fiction becoming reality makes your heartbeat accelerate in your chest.

When you find Hayato, your entire body goes still, nerves seizing control of your motor functions. It's fine, it's cool, you try to tell yourself. You are just saying hi. You can do that. You can say hi.

And if it goes beyond that… you’ll figure it out later.

You take a deep breath and take a step forward toward Hayato, then another, then… You stop short— breath catching in your chest when you notice, when you see.

There's someone standing next to Hayato, leaning intimately into him while his arm slung snuggly over their shoulder. You know them— recognize them, because there's no way you wouldn't. There's no way you wouldn't recognize your best friend.

It shouldn't surprise you, it really shouldn't . After all, they showed up here together, you saw them show up together and yet…

You feel absolutely gutted. Questions race through your mind. How long has Minori liked Hayato? Why didn’t she tell you? Are they dating already? For how long? Why didn’t she tell you?

Why didn’t she tell you?

Minori says something to whoever she’s talking to and laughs. Hayato leans his head down to whisper something in her ear and she blushes and swats at him, embarrassed, but still with a fond smile plastered to her face. You feel like you’re a whole world away— an outsider peering in. The contents of your stomach are flipping like they’re competing in the Olympics and you realize that you’re very, very glad you didn’t accept that skewer.

Eventually, you turn away, even though you really just want to walk over there and find out for yourself what exactly is going on. The last thing you want is to start a scene though. You can just ask Minori what’s going on tomorrow; find out if this is why she’s been acting weird. She knew you had a crush on Hayato, and even though he’s still really handsome now, that was in high school. If they're dating now, it’s not like you’d hold it against her.

You start to walk off, but you bump into someone instead.

“Oh hey!”

It’s Shinomiya.

You look at him and catch his expression shift, from a smile to something of a concerned frown.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Oh, uh.” Your shock must show on your face. You try to smile, but it feels far too strained to be convincing. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe you.

“I’m, uh… gonna… go over there.” You feel so awkward that you want to disintegrate.

Shinomiya’s mouth opens slightly, brows furrowed, looking like he’s struggling to say something. “...do you want me to come with?”

You laugh in an attempt to alleviate his concern, but the sound is mechanical, fake. “Nah, I’m fine.”

Shinomiya doesn’t seem convinced, his mouth set in a frown. His expression is contemplative again, like it was when you were at the store. You take a step back, away from him and wave him off a little.

“Really,” you say, before whatever he’s thinking about just spews out of his mouth. “Just… gonna take a little walk. The... smoke from the barbeque is getting to me.”

It sounds like an excuse, but it seems reasonable enough you think. Shinomiya still seems doubtful, but he doesn’t press the issue as you take another step away from him. You give him one more smile, this one feeling a little more natural, to reassure him that you’re fine.

Because you are.

No one else seems to notice as you slip away from the group, heading toward the shoreline. The tide ebbs back and forth, the water coming up to gently lap at the soles of your shoes. You stare out at the sea, the sun nearly set over the horizon, dyeing the sky in oranges and purples. Some of the people at the hangout are probably setting up a bonfire or two so that the get together can continue into the night. You could probably go help out to keep your hands busy, but you don’t particularly feel like it.

Instead, you continue walking down the beach, further away from the chatter of all the people you grew up with, their conversations sounding more and more like a foreign language with each step. Even when you were younger, when you still lived here, you could never slot yourself perfectly among your peers. Minori was the only one who really felt like a friend to you, so her silence weighs heavy on your heart. If you had done a better job at keeping in touch with her, then would she have been more forthcoming about what was going on in her life? At the same time, it’s not like she was any better at keeping in contact with you, but…

You sigh. You’ll talk to her tomorrow. There’s no need to keep mulling over it now.

The sun has completely set now and you realize you’ve actually walked quite a distance from the hangout spot on the beach; you can’t even see anyone anymore. In fact, you’re actually probably only a few minutes from your parent’s house now, their home almost practically on the beach itself. You’re just better off going home, rather than going back. It does feel a little bit bad to have left without saying anything though, so you pull out your phone and send off a quick message to Shinomiya apologizing for leaving without saying anything and thanking him for inviting you in the first place.

You turn, with the intent of heading home, but something on the beach catches your eye.

Something unnaturally shiny.

People are generally pretty good about picking up their trash when they’re on the beach; it's a rule, after all. Sometimes, though, there are some people who forget, or just don’t care. As you approach, you figure whoever left this mound of garbage on the shore is part of the latter group, simply not caring enough to pick up after themselves.

But someone cared enough to cover it up in sand and seaweed.

You lean over, prepared to dig out whatever can and other trash has been buried when you notice, when you see.

It’s not a beer can that’s half buried here.

It’s some kind of fish and it’s huge.

You’ve heard of the very, very rare instances of beached whales, but this thing has scales, shiny, pretty iridescent scales that remind you of opals and you wonder distantly if there’s a fish this big, this pretty, really out there. More than that, though, you wonder how in the world it ended up on the beach like this. When you’ve finally cleared everything away, you realize that this thing isn’t a fish.

It’s a person.

Or half of one at least.

You gawk at the sight, your eyes traveling down the length of their body. From the waist down, they’re all fish, tail and fins and all, but from the waist up they look like a man, with arms, and a torso and a human head.

Merman.

The word echoes in your mind over and over. You shake your head. This has to be a dream. There’s no way. Merpeople aren’t real. If they were, surely there’d be some kind of record or something of them.

You raise a trembling hand, to confirm what you see with your own two eyes. Very, very quietly, you murmur an apology as your fingers reach out, brushing against this being’s waist, where their human skin meets their fish-like scales. Maybe it’s some kind of… swimsuit or something. You’ve seen stuff like that on TV. If that’s the case there should be some kind of waistband or something, but you find none. The junction between their human half and fish half is completely seamless.

The merman is real.

You gasp softly and look around. It’s only the two of you on the beach right now. What do you do? Should you just leave him here? In a few hours the tide will be high enough to pull the merman back into the water, but… what if someone comes between now and then? If they realize it’s a merman, there’s no guarantee that they’ll let him return to the sea. He could be sold off as a research subject or some kind of exotic pet. The thought disgusts you. Shouldn’t you put him back then? Make sure that he returns to where he belongs? He seems to be unconscious though, but surely he can breathe underwater while sleeping, right? You have absolutely no idea how it works.

The merman groans beneath you and you look back at him. His face is scrunched up like he’s in some kind of pain. Is he hurt, maybe? Is that how he ended up on the beach? Using your phone’s flashlight, you check his body, trying to find some kind of injury, but you don’t find anything. Could he be sick or something then?

You reach up toward his head, brushing some of the snow white hair sticking to his forehead out of the way before you press the back of your hand to his skin. It’s slightly warm to the touch, so he probably doesn’t have a fever.

Wait. Can merfolk even get fevers?

Is he maybe having a bad dream then? Or is he uncomfortable? You don’t know. You could try to wake him up, but if he’s in pain wouldn’t that make it worse?

The panic is starting to settle in your nerves. What do you do? You've never encountered anything like this before. Do you attend to him as if he were an animal? Or as if he were human? You start to reach for your phone to call someone for help, for advice but—

Who could you possibly call?

Your parents are on an airplane right now, hundreds of kilometers in the air and out of reach. You couldn’t possibly bother Shinomiya with this and Minori— The image of her laughing amongst her other friends, Hayato snuggling up next to her flashes in your mind, sudden and almost disorienting. Something ugly and frustrating wells up in your stomach at the thought but you do your best to dismiss it.

You can’t bother her with this either.

You’re all you’ve got right now.

With that thought in mind, you force yourself to take a deep, deep breath. Before you can do anything else, you need to calm down. Once the anxiety has dislodged itself from your chest, you go over the options once more. You can’t leave him here because someone else with far worse intentions than you might find him. You can’t toss him back in the ocean because there’s no guarantee that he’ll be okay if you do that. Then what else can you do?

Take him somewhere else? You glance down at the merman; his body is longer than you are tall and you’re sure that he probably weighs a ton. You wouldn’t be able to take him very far on your own, so if you take him somewhere it has to be close.

A lightbulb goes off in your head. It seems kind of crazy, but you could take him home; a year or two ago your parents renovated the bathroom so now the tub is disgustingly huge. You think it’s big enough to house this monster of a merman until you can ensure that you can return him to the sea without the fear that he might get eaten by a shark or something.

Now the question is… how do you transport him? If you had a wheelbarrow or some kind of cart then you could put him in it and just wheel him to your parents house, but…

A particularly large wave crashes against the beach and another lightbulb goes off. Your father has a really big longboard he used to use when he was a teen. Maybe you could roll the merman onto it and pull it kind of like a sled?

The idea sounds absolutely insane, but you can’t think of anything else. If it doesn’t work… Well, you’ll figure it out later.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell the sleeping merman before bolting off toward your parents’ house. You get there in almost no time flat and easily locate the longboard, tucked away in a storage room. The board’s leg rope probably won’t be able to support the merman’s weight so you grab some regular rope your father has in the storage and wedge it in with the leg rope, using it to secure the rope to the board. When you’re satisfied with it, you dash back to the beach.

The merman is luckily where you left him, unconscious and undisturbed. You toss the longboard onto the sand next to him, shoving it as close to him as you can before bending over and rolling him face up onto the board, taking great care to make sure his entire tail is on.

Like this you’re able to get a better look at his face and— he’s handsome, breathtakingly so. The sharpness of his jaw, the angle of his nose, the width of his shoulders, his collarbone, the sight of them all assembled together like this ups your pulse a bit.

You’re getting distracted.

With the merman in place, you grab the rope and start to tug your makeshift sled toward your parents’ house but, god, he’s heavy. You don’t get very far before you stop to take a break, your arms and shoulders screaming. A different tactic would probably be better. You move to the other end of the board and bend down, gripping both sides of the long board as you push.

This method works much, much better until you get to the house itself. You knew the board would only get you so far, but from here on out you’ll have to carry him. There’s no way a bridal carry will work, so you brace yourself, and after a fair bit of struggling you manage to sling this massive merman over your back.

Each step toward the bathroom is absolute agony and you’re so damn grateful that the house is only a single story. It feels like hours have passed when you finally get to the tub. You rip off the cover and toss it haphazardly to the side, but now you have a new problem: how do you get him in there like this?

You could attempt to shrug him in, but his weight combined with the fact you can’t see might result in him accidentally hitting his head on the wall or something. That wouldn’t be good. Instead, you step into the tub, nearly slipping as you step over the wall of it, but luckily you manage to keep yourself from falling. Then, slowly, you free one of your hands gripping the merman’s body to reach down and tuck his tail into the tub.

He weighs too much for your one hand to handle and this time you lose your balance.

Both you and the merman tumble backwards into the tub. You manage to angle your legs out of the way of the faucet and land against the merman’s body with a thud, the hand that was holding onto him twisted into an uncomfortable angle. Quickly, you roll around to make sure he didn’t didn’t get hurt or hit his head against anything.

Miraculously, he seems perfectly fine— as if you had gently lowered him into the bathtub.

You breathe out a heavy sigh; it feels like you just ran a marathon, but you’re not quite done yet. As much as you’d like to leave it where it is, you pull yourself up to retrieve your father’s longboard from outside. Leaving it could possibly lead to questions from the neighbors and the last thing you want to deal with is gossiping aunties.

Especially with a merman under your roof.

You drag yourself back to the bathroom after you’ve put the longboard away and he’s still asleep, grimacing a little, but still asleep. It’s absolutely wild to you that he hasn’t woken up at all. You wonder if you should fill the tub with some water. Would that make him more comfortable?

You reach over and start the faucet, making sure to lower the temperature. As the tub fills itself, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you, and you slump down next to the tub. Carrying the merman home really, really took a toll on you. Your eyelids feel heavy and you think it should be fine to close them.

Just for a minute or two.

It feels like the second your eyes flutter shut, they pop open again, your whole body awakening with a start. Your thoughts are all jumbled up. Why are you in the bathroom? Did you actually fall asleep here? Wasn’t the water running? Thank god your parents bought one of those super fancy bathtubs that regulates the amount of water in the tub. Surely the merman wouldn’t mind if the water overflowed but—

Right. The merman!

You sit up straight and turn your head toward the merman and sure enough he is still there. He wasn’t just some crazy dream you concocted; he’s real and, more than that, he’s awake.

He watches you, his lips curved up into an amused smile that reaches his eyes— bluer than the sunshine on the sea. Your heart hammers wildly in the cage of your chest as you rediscover, all over again, how supernaturally stunning this being you’ve brought into your house is. He tilts his head, his grin widening almost impossibly as he speaks, his voice a melodic timbre that you would almost swear resonates with your very soul.

“Well, good morning.”

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#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojou x reader #satoru gojou x you #jjk x reader #nikuniku fics #not sure what else to tag this as always tags are hard #reader is very anxious and emotional i think but #it will get better for them!!#sots fic tag

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baronessblixen · 6 months

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Prompt: 23. "No, you won't understand, ever."

A different kind of post-episode fic for "The Unnatural": After his and Scully's baseball date, Mulder runs into Diana. (spoiler alert: this is an MSR fic) wc: 1,226

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 21: No Longer Stuck In The Past

He sees her waiting in front of his apartment, leaning against the door, and he stops for a moment, feeling like he’s stepped into the past. Back then, something odd years ago, this exact moment has happened. Except back then, his heart had soared, his lips had twisted into a smile, and her sight was welcome. Today, none of it applies.

“Diana,” he says as a way of greeting. “What are you doing here? It’s late.” He unlocks the door to his apartment and she just walks past him. Her perfume isn’t the same as it was back then, so it doesn’t carry any memories for him. All it makes him think about is Scully. Her softness and her subtlety. The exact opposite of everything Diana is.

“I came to see you, Fox.” She’s smiling and he looks at her, trying to find that part of him that was in love with her. “Were you out playing baseball with some friends?” Her smile is wavering. He knows why she’s asking. And what she really wants to know.

“In a way,” he replies, not wanting to give her what she wants. “What do you want? Is it a case? Did anything happen?”

“No, nothing of the sort. I wanted to see you. I called but… I miss you, Fox.” She’s walking closer to him and he’s rooted to the spot. “You’ve always loved baseball.” She reaches out and touches his jersey. The one that has Scully all over it. Diana blurs in front of him and turns into Scully. Into the moment when they said goodbye. She touched his arm as if unsure if she should let him go. He felt the same. But tonight wasn’t about jumping on trains or breaking into government facilities. Tonight was a new beginning. The start of a new iteration of them. Without saying a single word, they both decided to go home alone. Now he wishes they hadn’t.

“You couldn’t tell me that at work?”

“That’s hardly a conversation for the basement, is it?” She tilts her head, giving him all her best moves.

“You could have called.”

“I told you that I tried. You weren’t picking up.”

“Because I was busy,” he says.

“That’s why I came here.” She’s always been like this. Took whatever she wanted. Even if it meant being pushy. The one time he pushed back, she disappeared into the night without a single word of goodbye. Now she’s standing here, claiming she misses him. She’s the same Diana she was when he was in love with her. But he’s not the same Mulder.

“I’m tired, Diana. I had a long day and I’d like to go to bed.”

“Oh right, you have a bed now. When did that happen?”

“How did you even know I’d come home tonight?” His words hit her unexpectedly, that much is clear. She recoils as if he just hit her.

“Where else would you have gone?”

He laughs. There’s no humor in it whatsoever. “That’s so you. You really think that I- Diana, please leave, okay? Before either of us does something we might regret. We can talk tomorrow. We can meet for a coffee or-”

“Coffee?” She spits the word. “I don’t want to drink coffee and reminisce, Fox.” No, he thinks. That’s not what she wants. She wants to push her way back into his life. Into his pants, and into his mind. He’s never seen so clearly. It’s as if someone has removed a blindfold. Scully, he thinks. It must have been Scully. He thought she was just jealous; that may have played a part. But he sees now what she must have seen in Diana in the beginning. His heart breaks all over again, like it did back then. This time, however, it breaks for what could have been. They could have become friends, allies. It’s not what she wants. At all.

“I was playing baseball, Diana. But I wasn’t with some friends. I was with Scully.” Diana snorts.

“I don’t understand what you see in her.”

“No,” he says, a half-laugh slipping from his mouth. “You won’t understand, ever.”

“She doesn’t get you, Fox. I see the way she undermines you.” Diana is pleading with him. She must know that what she’s saying is far from the truth. But she doesn’t give up. They have that in common.

“You don’t know her at all. Or me, for that matter. You did – once. When I was younger. I’m no longer the same man.”

“Clearly,” she says, derision in her voice. “You’d pick her. After everything we’ve been through?” She takes a step toward him and he lets her. “After everything we’ve done?” Her hand is on his chest and she looks up at him, her eyes begging.

He thinks of nights when they sat here together, talking about the X-Files. Nights where they were wrapped up in each other. Nights full of passion. They’re a part of him, but they’re in the past. And for once, he has no desire to revisit it. He touches her hand and sees hope bloom in her eyes. But he removes it from his chest, holding it a moment longer.

“I’m grateful for what we had, Diana. And I’d like to be friends. That’s all we’re going to be, though.”

“Friends.” There’s hurt in her expression and her whole demeanor. She thought she had him. She thought she could convince him. Mulder knows her. He can read her all too well. He doesn’t know why he was so blind before. Maybe he didn’t want to see. He closed his eyes and turned away, refusing to face the truth.

“You’re choosing her?” To him, it’s not a choice, but he knows Diana wants an answer so he nods. “You’re not even together,” she says lamely, making Mulder chuckle in spite of the situation.

“My relationship with Scully is not your business, Diana.”

“You really have changed,” she says, picking up her purse. The pain of rejection is still evident, but he thinks there’s admiration in her voice, too. “Well, I’ll be going then. You know where to find me if you do change your mind. You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

He remains quiet, biting his lip. He does know what he’s letting go. And he’s ready. His arms tingle with the memory of holding Scully. Her soft form pressed against him. The trust she put in him to help her hit each ball that was flung at them. Her laughter. The sweetest sound he’s ever heard. And he wants to hear it again. And again, and again.

“You’re not even listening, are you?” Diana says. “I’ll see you at work then.”

“Goodbye, Diana,” he says and she just throws him a look, not saying another word. He doesn’t wait until her steps recede outside and grabs the phone. He dials her number by heart and she picks up after just a few rings.

"It's me," he says, smiling and wishing he could see her.

“Mulder?” she asks, perplexed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay, Scully. I was just missing you.”

“You saw me an hour ago.”

“I know.” He grins. The memory of Diana’s visit is fading already. “But it was a long hour. A very long hour.” On the other end of the line, Scully laughs.

#fictober23 #okay this is my new favorite #i loved writing this SO much #i hope you guys like it too <3 #just cause i like it so much #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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goodluckclove · 15 days

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Hey. Stop scrolling for a second.

You scroll through writeblr a lot, don't you? I get why. Lots of fun people, interesting concepts and prompts. But maybe you haven't taken that jump from collecting resources on writing to actually writing.

Once again, I get it. It's daunting if you've never done it before. I've been doing it for a while and I genuinely can't think too hard about the act itself as it happens or else I get all sweaty and confused. I flopped spectacularly at a game of Scrabble tonight because I just ran out of words to think of and I'm in the middle of my 13th novel. Writing to me is like side-eyeing the sun - but that's besides the point.

What I mean is that you should do it. That idea that you think could be, might be, maybe has potential. More than that, I think you should do it right now. Right now.

Ooh but Clove, it's one AM and I have to do open heart surgery tomorrow. Cool. Write three sentences and go to sleep, then see if you want to do more after you get your license revoked.

But what if it's not good? Okay. What if it isn't? But what if it isn't, and it GETS good later? Or what if it isn't, but then later in the story you find a way to make those three initial sentences make sense? Three sentences isn't a story, unless you're Ernest Hemingway or a Haiku Man. Moving on.

Clove, where do I start? Honestly if you've never finished a project, or really never wrote anything at all, maybe just start at the point that sounds the most interesting in your head. To find the process that works for you takes work and experience so maybe for now you get dessert for dinner.

But I don't have an outline/character sheet/world map/mood board/playlist/ECT! Cool. Maybe that's an issue. Maybe it isn't. There's only one way to find out.

But it's hard! It's hard at first and then it gets easier. It's a muscle. You work at it consistently and you'll get to a point where you struggle to remember what it was like to not know how to write.

But it's painful! Hah yeah. That's kind of the more honest issue, isn't it. It's easier to think that your idea WOULD BE GREAT rather than face the fact that you might not be able to MAKE IT GREAT. That fear isn't based in reality, though. People like different things. You might write a work that you're displeased with in one aspect and find that it's changed someone else's life for a completely different reason.

What if I'm not a good writer? I struggle with this a lot and I've been published. It doesn't really go away even when people cry at your work and heap praise on it. But if you like to do it, if you would still be doing it even if there was no end promise of fame and success, you should do it.

What if I'm not a writer at all? I used to ask myself that. There are lots of answers to this question so I can only give my own: you are a writer if you write - past, present or future. If you haven't written in a long time but you're trying to get back to the craft, you are still a writer. You just have to keep trying.

What we do is half-trade, half-religious act, and because of that it is easily one of the weirder passions. I don't really get why people romanticize the field but at the same time I guess it seems pretty magical at times. As a writer, though, our job is to be the proverbial Man Behind the Curtain. You have to know how the magic trick works enough to do it successfully, but you also still have to be amazed. It's weird. I don't know why I do it.

I still do it though.

Write three sentences. Right now. Why not, right? If you send them to me in an ask I'll read them, or you can send them to me at my email address that I posted a few posts back because I'm old enough to know online safety and choose to ignore it. Or just do it for yourself.

Make something. You deserve to be a source of creation.

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Caine, Kinger and Gangle with an sensitive!child reader

Like child reader is very sensitive and everytime someone says something that they consider mean (ahem, JAX) they will start crying on the spot and will only calm down when said sorry.

Basically an crybaby.

Kinger and Gangle w/ a sensitive!kid!reader ! (Platonic)!

OOOUUUUUUGH I LOVE DAD KINGER I LOVE HIM SM

Anyways we on a lil writing grind tonight since I've been neglecting posts these past few days + I'll be busy again tomorrow (now today since it's now past midnight)

Related to the gif but I need to rewatch devilman crybaby that shit made me cry so hard (I love when series/movies can at the bare minimum make me tear up)

KINGER:

You know how angry moms march over to someone to scold them? I think kinger would do that... probably wags his finger at jax, and if you're small enough hes holding you up in his other hand, to his body

Overall very comical sight

I dont

Think jax would be at all intimidated... but he might eventually give a half hearted apology just to get the older man off his back

Kinger teaches you card games after the whole ordeal to try to cheer you up some more, I think!

GANGLE:

Oh she gets it, trust me she does. I mean she literally has perma tears on her tragedy mask... though those are mostly for show rather than to show emotion, you know?

I think she tries to comfort you.. however gangle is very bad at standing up to bullies, even for herself.. I think there would be an attempt; motivated and a little fired up about the fact that YOURE upset... probably manages to raise her voice for the first time if you're crying. I think her sudden outburst would startle jax and he, out of surprise, just goes with it and apologizes. I mean gangle has NEVER raised her voice, let alone attempted to confront him

Is this OOC? Maybe, but also I cant not see it; coming from someone who hates confrontation until I need to do it for someone else

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #kinger x reader #gangle x reader

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he4rts4alexis · 9 months

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Can I request a Stan Marsh smut where reader got caught skipping class and got put in detention with stan

Detention

Pairing: best friend!Stan Marsh best friend!fem Reader

Warnings: profanity, smut and angst

I got a little into it I LOVE STAN S LIL TO MUCH🤤

You understood your relationship with Stan very well. You were nothing more than a best friend the best friend who he'd fuck if he was having a hard day or the best friend he'd fuck if one of his other girls cancelled on him. Some nights he would tell you he loves you and other nights he would go hook up with random girls but you were tired of it.

You were tired of chasing him you were in love with him. You were definitely aware of that fact, even some of those around you were aware

He considered you his best friend you were always there when he needed you. You always let him talk about his girl problems or sex life. He also might be one of the top students in your college class, but he wasn't smart enough to see the signs and maybe to blind to see his own feelings. Everyone has a breaking point, and maybe you were reaching yours. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. He wasn't even looking down at you, his hand was just tangled with your hair as he fucked your throat. You don't know why you come back after you tell yourself not to. Time and time again you told yourself to stay away, but you always go running back. Maybe it's because of this little delusion you had created in your mind. The one where he loves you back the way you love him. The one where he means his 'I love you's'. The one where he doesn't have to complain about other girls, or have hook ups, because he already has you. But then again it was just a delusion.

You heard him talk, every once ina while being interrupted with a quiet groan or a whispered "fuck". he was going on about how his ex was liking all of his posts and how she swiped up on his instagram story. You were right there in front of him, you were the one making him feel good, yet he was still thinking and talking about someone else. Why?There was only so much you could take. You felt your jaw begin to ache from the stretch, and your throat was beginning to feel raw. Jeesh, how long has he been going at it? You don't know. You didn't even notice when the tears that had been pent up began to stream freely down your face. He finally looked down at you with a smirk, his thumb wiping away the tears. The lumnp that had formed in your throat made it harder for you to breathe, and before you knew it, you were pushing away. Coughing, sobbing, chest heaving as all the feelings you had pushed to the side had finally tumbled down on you. "Y/n-" "Don't." You put a hand out, gesturing to him not to come closer, "Im fine. i just

remembered that I had an assignment that's

due tonight," "Oh, alright," moving on, "Oh, do you think you can make it movie night tomorrow?" He asked, tucking away his still erect cock back into his sweats, he'd probably call someone later about that. You wiped your tears as you stood up. You winced as your legs cramped from having stayed in the same position for who knows how long. You nodded. You sniffled as you made your way to the exit. You swore you heard him say bye, but you didn't hesitate to shut the door. You cried on the way back to your apartment. You didn't really know if you would make it to movie night tomorrow. Pretending everything was alright felt like

detention. You were like a child being punished for

something you did. The "Something you did,", being in love with

your best friend.

edited: IM JUST NOW READING IT REALIZING IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH DENTITION BRO IM SO SORRY 😭😭

#alexis 💕#south park #sp stan #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #southpark x reader #south park x you #south park x y/n #south park x reader #south park fanfiction #south park imagines

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angelst4re · 1 year

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i absolutely adore "my first":( it's one of the cutest oneshots i've ever read, can you write part two to it? 🫶🏻 maybe where j and reader have a movie night, she starts kissing him and jamie wants to make her feel good with his fingers and mouth for the first time? 🫣

hii! i absolutely loved writing that fic... so of course i had to write a part 2 and i'm even thinking of a part 3... :)

My First- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader (Part 2!)

summary: in the request! read part 1 here :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut, if you're uncomfortable then don't read it my love <3

notes: this is my christmas present to you all as it's currently 11pm on christmas eve for me!! and if you don't celebrate then that's okay! i hope you still have a great day and (if i don't post before!) then i wish you all a happy new year!! i love you all so much, thank you for your love and support always <3

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It had been quite a while since you and Jamie had started dating now, almost a whole year, and you had never been happier. He would take you with him when he travelled the world, he introduced you to his family and his friends and you spent his birthday with them- but there was one thing you haven’t done yet.

There had been many chances for the two of you to have sex, to make love for the first time, but each time the opportunity arose, you would back out of it. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to have sex with him, you just worried that he wouldn’t like it, he was used to being with people who had experience- the only experience you had was your hand.

You thought this opportunity was going to come along again tonight, and you would finally tell him about your worries and stress around it.

The night had started so innocently, Jamie had cooked you both dinner and then you decided to watch a couple movies. He lied down on the sofa, pulling you as close to him as possible as you watched the first movie. You both talked and laughed and even shed a couple tears throughout it, but throughout the entire hour and a half, you couldn’t tear your thoughts away from the way his hand felt on your waist, tracing patterns on your skin as your t-shirt rose up.

During the second movie, you got a little bored- most likely because you were distracted. You turned to Jamie with a smile on your face, and a look in your eye that told him everything he needed to know.

You slowly closed the space between the two of you, and your lips pressed against his in a slow, passionate kiss. You hear him let out a small groan as he grips your waist harder, and before you knew it you were on top of him, straddling his hips as you leaned down to kiss him.

His hands were placed on your hips, holding you in place so you wouldn’t grind down on him involuntarily. He didn’t know how far you wanted to take it.

“Jamie,” you whisper against his lips between kisses, “I want to… I want to do it.”

“Are you sure, darling?” He asked, pulling away so he could scan your face for any hesitation. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I told you, it’s okay. Don’t feel pressured to-”

“I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” you begin to explain, “I’m just a little bit worried that you won’t like it… with me. And that it might… hurt?”

“Oh, baby.” Jamie frowned, bringing his hand up to your cheek, “I love you, don’t worry about whether I like it or not. It’s your first time.” As his thumb brushed over your cheek, you could tell he was thinking about something. “How about we try something else first, sweetheart?”

“What would that be?” You asked, your hands still placed on his chest as you held yourself up.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his tone becoming a little more serious now.

“Always.”

He gives you a small smile before he flips you both over, so that you were now lying beneath him. He kisses down your jaw to your neck, gently sucking and nibbling on the delicate skin, leaving marks to be seen tomorrow.

“Can I take this off, darling?” He asked, tugging on your t-shirt. You give him a nod, followed by a,

“Yes, please.”

He pulls the material over your head, dropping it to the floor beside the sofa. You felt a little bit nervous as you weren’t wearing a bra, but the two of you had taken showers together before, he’s already seen you naked- just not this close.

He continues his trail of kisses as he scatters them down your chest, over your boobs, where he kissed one of your nipples, looking at you with a playful glint in his eyes. Your stomach was swarmed with butterflies as he kissed lower and lower, eventually landing at the waistband of your shorts.

He gave you another look, one that said ‘can I?’, to which you nodded your head, you needed this.

You could feel heat rise in your lower belly as he gently pulled your shorts off your legs, pressing kisses to your thighs as he dropped them to the floor with your t-shirt.

He placed a hand over your clothed pussy, and looked up at you.

“If you want me to stop at any point, just tell me, okay?”

“Okay.” You said, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He slid your panties down your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

He placed his hands on your thighs, spreading them a little further as he took in the sight of your pulsing cunt. Using his thumb, he gently spread your folds, allowing him to see all of you.

You let out a small whimper as his thumb nudged your clit, before he dragged it down your slit, where he drew small circles over your hole, teasing you.

“Oh, baby, you’re such a messy little thing.” He said, a devilish smirk creeping onto his lips.

Before you could say anything or even take in what he had just said, you felt his lips come down to your cunt, placing a delicate kiss on your clit, his eyes not leaving yours for a moment.

You let out a gasp, your nails digging into the sofa as he wrapped his lips around your clit, teasing it with his tongue briefly before suckling on it, causing your brain to melt with pleasure. He only added to this pleasure as he slipped his middle finger into you, to which you let out a moan, followed by his name.

You felt him smirk against you as you squirmed around beneath him, knowing that he’s the first man to ever see you like this. As he stretched you out with one finger, he soon decided you were ready to take another.

“Oh my-” You had never felt so… wonderful before. You felt like you were going to burst, the pleasure was too much, and Jamie was too good at giving it.

“Oh, angel,” he teased, his fingers curling up to brush against that spongy spot inside of you, “you’re so good for me, do you like the way I fuck you with my fingers, hm?”

You nodded your head, unable to form words as your brain felt fuzzy. The warmth in your stomach spread, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers, baby. Are you close? You gonna cum for me?”

His words were driving you even further to the edge, but as soon as you felt his mouth on you again, you couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Shit-” You whimpered, feeling your thighs tremble as the wave of pleasure washed over your body, causing all your muscles to relax.

“That’s it, just like that, darling. Shh… it’s okay. You did so good for me.” He tells you as you squirm and whimper under him. He slowly slips his fingers out of you, leaving them glossed with your arousal. Once again, he thinks for a second, before telling you to open your mouth.

You do as he says, and you were met with his fingers on your tongue. You guessed what he was doing, you had read about it in some of your erotic books before, so you sucked on them, watching the way he reacted to it sent those familiar butterflies to your tummy again.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you let of of his fingers with a ‘pop’.

You were so tired. You wished you could’ve asked him to go further, even if it was just repaying the favour and helping him out with the bulge in his trousers, but you were exhausted.

“How are you feeling, love?” He asked as he stood up, a slight teasing tone in his voice as you lied bare before him.

“Tired.” You say with a slight chuckle.

“Oh, baby. So fucked out and you only took my fingers. Do you want to get some rest and we can go further another day?”

You nodded your head, your eyes falling shut as your body felt so blissful.

“I need to get you cleaned up first, sweetheart. C’mon, let’s get you to the bathroom.”

Jamie quickly picked up your discarded clothes before helping you up and guiding you to the bathroom, where he helped clean up the mess between your thighs- he would clean up the sofa later. As you got changed into some clean clothes, he got you a glass of water, placing it by your side of the bed.

You lied down on the bed, but something didn’t feel right. Something was missing.

“Jamie…”

“Yes, darling?”

You didn’t say anything, you simply just patted his side of the bed, and he got the message.

He playfully rolled his eyes before lying beside you, pulling you to his chest as his fingers ran through your hair. You wrapped an arm around him before letting your eyes shut again, and you both drifted into a peaceful sleep.

#jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie bower smut #jamie #jcb

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coolguypluiplup · 5 months

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Flower Husbands Florist AU

have a flower husbands oneshot loosely based on this tumblr post :)

word count: 1228

full fic under the cut!!

It had been a long shift. Jimmy wasn't normally one to complain (he's lying about this) but he feels like he deserves it today. His boss had booked him in to make 20 flower crowns for a hen party happening tonight that he didn't find out about 'till this morning, he had couples in and out all day for valentines' flowers and had to do the displays for tomorrow. And no one else was working this week! What a joke.

He was slumped against the counter, face pressed to his palm and eyes fighting to stay open. He had 10 minutes 'till closing and was practically counting down the seconds. The flowers in the display case glistened against the rim lights pointed at them causing a ripple of light against the wall facing Jimmy. He should really turn them off. No one had come in for 20 minutes and it's not like anyone's gonna come in at quarter to 10-

“Oh thank god. I've been searching for a place still open.” A man entered hastily, the doorbell ringing as he did. Teal hair stuck to his forehead in clumps and eyeliner ran down his face. He put his collapsed umbrella onto the counter. “I need a bouquet to tell someone I hate them.”

“Hm?” Jimmy spoke- nearly asleep.

“It is valentine's day tomorrow, right?”

Jimmy sat back on the stool, trying to avoid the rainwater pooling near the cash register. “Yeah.“

”Okay, so I need, like, a reverse 'I love you' bouquet.“

Jimmy stared at the man. He sighed and pulled out his floriography book.

”Anything in particular you fancy?“

”Nah. You're the flower boy, anyway.“

Jimmy made a noise of disagreement but started flicking through the pages of the book anyway. “I might need a bit more context to pick the right thing.”

The man sighed. “It's gonna take a while, you sure?”

“Mhm.” Jimmy said, instinctively. He was still exhausted but this was more fun than sleeping.

“Well, tl;dr or whatever, My ex is in town. She still has a thing for me, and I don’t.

He stopped flicking through the pages. “That's... a story. Not normally what I make this time of year,”

“Yep. And I'm gay, which I don’t even think she knows yet.”

“Hm.”

”So. Flowers?“

Jimmy flicked through the pages briskly, scanning each page for something suitable. ”I'm intrigued now. How'd that all go down, then?“ He was never one for small talk.

”Well. We met in year 9 and dated that entire time 'til uni. She was getting fed up that we'd never done any of the romantic stuff our friends did. I genuinely had no clue that that was kinda strange, so I didn't see the problem. And before I knew it, she'd run off with the ex of my best friend. They weren't exes at the time, but trust me, after this it was fallout. I was angry, naturally, and she told me that it was my fault for not trying to fix our relationship before it got too bad. So, I broke it off. Hadn't seen her since.

"Until last week, when my friend told me she was in town. So I invited her round our house. Me and Cleo thought 'no harm done now. We're over it, we know why me and her were having problems, should be fine now'. Couldn't be farther from the truth. She comes round and immediately starts talking about how much she misses me. Says that now we're 'more mature' we can work it out like adults and that she still has feelings for me. Didn't even get to tell her I found out I was gay after I left her.”

The man had been looking at the displays while speaking, so he probably didn’t catch Jimmy’s jaw dropping before he could catch himself. He turned around to face him. “So, any good picks for the bouquet, then?”

Jimmy hesitantly flips to a page he dog-eared and turns it to face the stranger. They both move closer to the page to read it. ”Foxglove might be a good pick. 'Means insincerity. In older things it even means secrets and complicated situations, which seems fitting. And it's quite pretty, but that's more an aesthetic choice.”

“I like them.“ He stared up at Jimmy. Their faces were mere inches apart. His eyes were a light hazel with gold flecks nearly colour matched the piercings running down his ears. ”You alright?“

Jimmy blinked and moved back. ”Uhm, yeah. Sorry.“ He picked up the book and moved to the greenhouse door behind him. ”I've got a few picks that'll go great with the message. Should take, like, 20 minutes?“

”Okay. Thanks for doing this, by the way. I know it's, like, nearly ten right now,“

”No, don't worry, really. Uhm, can I get a name for the order?”

“Scott.”

Jimmy smiled as he spoke. “Scott. That name suits you.” He shut the door before Scott could respond.

The bouquet was placed on the counter with a thud, shaking Scott from his thoughts. The florist he was just thinking about stood with a smile. He got up and tried to shift his hair from his face (a pointless effort, he knew. Scott had checked how he looked in his phone camera while the guy was making his bouquet, and by god did he look dreadful. Make-up pouring down his face and clothes soaked through. Rained on just wasn't his look.) and walked towards the counter. ��Wow. These are beautiful.“

Scott wasn't lying. The foxgloves he'd recognised from earlier framed intricately placed white flowers. The vase the florist put them in was stunning too, glass patterns mirroring the stems of the flowers fractionally across its surface.

”Thank you. The purple are foxgloves, like I said, and meadowsweet is the white one. It means uselessness in floriography. Um, I would've put more flowers but I guess not a lot of people need 'I hate you' flowers.” He laughed awkwardly at that last bit.

His laugh was nice. It was higher pitched than normal, but fit him perfectly. Scott smiled along, pretending like he wasn't just staring at him.

Scott paid for the flowers (Jimmy gave him money off, not that he would find out until months later) and picked up his bouquet.

”Wait. Uhm,“

Scott turned to face the florist. ”Hm?“

”I have, uh, something else to give you,“ He held out a singular poppy with a slip of paper wrapped around it. ”'s just- Don't take it if you don't wan' it, but-“

Scott took the poppy before he finished speaking. He unravelled the piece of paper and read it carefully. ”'Jimmy'. That name suits you, you know.“

He blushed and turned away from him. ”Aw. Don't use my own words against me!“ He feigned anger but was smiling too much for it to have any bite.

Scott put the piece of paper with Jimmy's number in his pocket and took the poppy and tucked behind his ear. ”Thank you, Jimmy. I'll call later to tell you how the flowers went down.“

”Don't spare any details, I'm properly invested.“

Scott laughed as he opened the door. The moonlight had illuminated the wet concrete. When had it stopped raining? He couldn't have been in there that long. Scott turned to face Jimmy. “See you later, Jimmy.”

”You too.“

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