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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!

If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)

Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;

I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.

Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader

I put things under a cut for length!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.

He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.

I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!

Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!

Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!

“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.

The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.

Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time

Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.

I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.

Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.

As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.

“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?

“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.

He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!

I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?

Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!

Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!

“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.

“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”

“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.

Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!

A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?

A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.

Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)

You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.

*tap tap tap*

You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”

“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”

Vil Schoenheit

Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!

Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.

Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!

Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.

“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.

“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.

“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.

You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.

Idia Shroud

Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!

Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!

Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!

Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.

Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.

Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(

Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol

“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”

“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.

You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park’ too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.

“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!

That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.

Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.

As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.

You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-

“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.

“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”

Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.

“I assure you I won’t, little human.”

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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I always wonder how skz would react to an s/o with a LARGE SEX DRIVE SHSBDBS idk like guys r usually super horny but imagine if u were hornier than them HAHA

BRRRAH QUICK REACTION POST!

warnings: mostly dom!skz x gn!reader. impact play, nicknames, hickies, masturbation, exhibitionism, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, sex toys, daddy kink, riding, degradation, dumbification.

Bangchan:

The thing is not that he wouldn’t like it,,, more like he would be tired?

Sure,,, he has good stamina but he would more prefer longer sex sessions that are more intimate and romantic rather than a bunch of quickies.

but thats like... 95% of the time, the remaining 5% is dicking you down so hard you won’t be able to walk because “you asked for it, you dumb fuck”

BUT THATS RARE

you would really have to get him worked up in order for that to work

and even then he would only go for maybe 2 rounds

“c-chan... one more time~” you said after cumming for the third time that night. “y/n, arent you sleepy?” he says, chuckling. you shake your head, “just one more time!” you say all giddy to which bangchan sighed.

Minho:

ok now hear me out, im not gonna mix astrology in here,,, but i am going to mix astrology in here lmao

this boy a scorpio

a scorpio

meaning his intimate parts rule over his body (JUST SAYING TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT)

so he loves this. A LOT

any opportunity to be inside of you he’ll take

he’s hella horny and would like a s/o that matches that aura so HEY! fits perfectly (thats what she said)

show any sign of a sexual act and he wont hesitate to slam you against a table

legit as small as licking a lollipop

“stop that unless you want my dick in your throat” he says, not even looking up from his phone as the sounds of you sucking a lollipop fills the room. you don’t stop, no, you go even harder. he looks up from his phone. “is that a yes?”

Changbin:

ahh... binnie binnie is head over heals for this

he finds it extremely hot that you initiate the sex most of the time

it shows that you really want him

and he likes attention and feeling appreciated so this works

also has kind of a firey attitude

meaning that he gets worked up real quick

just like minho it doesnt take much for him to notice your sexual signs

“binnie~ i need you” you whisper in his ear as he’s working on something on his computer. you drag your lips across his neck and nibble on his ear before he turns around and glares at you with dark eyes. “princess/prince wanna play that game huh?”

Hyunjin:

shy to initiate so this makes it easier for him

his stamina is relativly high

but i feel like there would be kiiind of a gap between the two of you since he’d be completely exhausted after a couple of rounds but you beg for more.

leaving him with no other choice but to give it to you

since he loves you too much to say no ><

i feel like he’d make fun of you for it

LMAO I DONT KNOW WHY BUT JUST HE’D FIND IT FUNNY THAT YOU’RE ALWAYS SO DESPERATE

“hyunjin,, please!” you says in the nicest tone you could muster but only being mocked by hyunjin copying you in an annoying voice

“HyUnJiiinNn~” you burst into laughter, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “thats what you sound like y/n!!”

but nah most of the time he will take it but always with some playfulness first.

Jisung:

HORNY TEENAGER JISUNG AGENDA

all the time

no matter where or when

some of yall are about to be real mad at me but it must be said HASHAHAH STOP CHER STOP

he just gives me this hormonal teenager vibe

and so there’s a lot of fucking in a lot of unconventional places

simply because his angel wants it

it even borders to him being even hornier than you but you find joy in that

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve caught him watching porn or masturbating BECAUSE IT HAPPENED OFTEN

and everytime it would lead to heated sex that could last for hours

“h-help me y/n! dont just stand there s-staring” he says, blushing a bit as he openly strokes his dick infront of you. you shrug your shoulders, closing the bedroom door and inching closer to the warm boy.

Felix:

tough one to read... hmmm....

honestly he wouldn’t mind

sure he’d be tired

and therefore he’d rather prefer seeing you ride a dildo or something

because then you’re satisfied and he doesnt have to do much

NOT THAT HE’S LAZY

just that he likes to cuddle and chill more than being inside of you all the time

he’s sensitive which has its pros and cons

pro: easy to get horny

con: easily overstimulated

WHICH SURE you’d find it fun to torture him by keeping him cumming over and over again

but poor boy would be crying in the end

which only added to your horniness OOP

“y/n,, s-stop please im begging you,, ahhgh..” he moans from underneath you, you putting him through his fourth orgasm which is causing him to shake and cry as you didn’t stop riding him. “mhm... but I wanna cum once more, not fair... you can cum so many times but I can’t! be a good boy and shut up, maybe i’ll let you go after this round”

Seungmin:

giving me that same energy that chan has

but this time instead of 95:5 its more like 65:35

meaning 65% romantic puppy that wants to take his time with you, roaming his hands all over your body and really connecting with you

and the other 35% well... more like relentless pounding, all covered in love bites and hand prints (im drooling)

he becomes all hard dom when he’s stressed and soo...

you get him stressed which ok you feel bad about but... he gets to release all his stress (and cum) on you and you get what you want

DING DING DING! win-win situation!!

so yeah he would like it most of the time especially when you’re stressed and especially when you’re a brat

turning him on by rubbing on his lap but running away the next second

he likes to make you obey rather than you already obeying.

he was watching tv peacefully when you suddenly plopped down on his lap, starting to squirm about when watching a tv show. he held you down by the waist. “shh stop” he says once with a bitter tone but you didn’t listen, only continuing to move and feeling his member getting harder. “Is d-daddy getting hard?” you coo at him with a mischievous voice to which seungmin sighed, his hands snaking around your upper body and wrapping around your neck, pushing your back against his chest. “little fucker wanna play with daddy”

oml why did this become so aggressive i have a lot of pent up sexual frustration ASHASHS

Jeongin:

he’d find it really hot in the beginning

but what he didn’t realise was how tiring sex is

yk teenagers! learning as they go (i like how im talking about this as if im older than him LMAO)

catch his search history being: “is it normal to have sex everyday”

he’d be sore :((

and when he told you that he probably needed to just cuddle he felt bad because he always wanted to please you

but the two of you would find your ways around it

vibrators EHHEHE

especially those remote control ones

he’d just go ham with those I KNOW IT

because just like felix, you’d be satisfied and he could chill for the time being

beg pretty enough and he’ll give you the real thing

“b-but i need you now jeongin! stop with that fucking controller!!” you try to snatch it out of his hand but fail. “say please” he says, looking at you with sweet brown eyes. “pl-pleaseeee~!” he melts into a puddle of blushes as he speaks “alright but only because you’re a good one”

HEY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN WRITING!! send in sum more, i’ll make them into short reactions like these because my requests for the “official” reactions is closed (will probably open shortly) but YEEEAH

thank u anon for your very very smart brain and for requesting HEH ><

also this is not proof read so ignore any mistakes OOP

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krxideprnz-archive · 3 years

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Im gonna check this for errors tomorrow because I am so so so tired.

But I hope you enjoy this 👉👈 new ep, new smut.

Thank you for the amazing Ideas @panravenc 👀 it was really fun writing this. I hope I don’t disappoint 🙏

Also, ofc, @simpingforthisonedeer I hope you like this as well 💕👀

Sub! Gojo x Dom! Fem! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes - Somnophilia (Gojo getting riled up by your sleeping form), Toys, Orgasm denial, degrading, cursing

His eyes couldn’t help but wander over your sleeping form.

Like always, you only had one of his button up shirts covering your body.

Most of the buttons were opened, showing of your breasts, like you often did to tease him, and it didn’t help that the light of the moon made you look like a goddess.

He let his eyes wander down to the curve of your hips, his shirt was barely covering the soft skin of your thighs.

He looked up in surprise when he saw you move, but you only turned away from him with a small groan.

He bit his lip when the fabric of the shirt slipped down, showing of your bare back and curve of your ass under the blankets.

Satoru could feel the blush forming on his cheeks, and he moved closer to your body to pull the shirt back over your exposed back.

He flinched when he felt his growing bulge hit your backside.

“Fuck..!” He cursed but quickly covered his mouth, Satoru was always so easily aroused by you, even if you didn’t do anything.

‘I can’t do this.. I should at least wake her up..’ he thought but something about you sleeping was so unbelievably arousing to him, especially the punishment of you figured out what he did, the thought of it made him even harder.

The thought alone of your last punishment made him twitch in excitement.

So against his better judgment, he slowly began grinding against your ass, his bulge pressing against your barely covered body.

Quiet whimpers escaped his mouth no matter how much he tried to stop the noises from leaving his plump lips.

Pleasure clouded his mind and he didn’t even think about the consequences of you waking up anymore.

“Hahhh..(Y/N)..!” Satoru pressed against you even faster, trying to finally have his release.

Strings of moans and curses left his mouth when he felt himself being close, but he let out a loud frustrated whimper when all the friction was lost.

‘Shit’

You woke up and turned around with a dark grin.

“What do you think you’re doing? Grinding against me like a needy slut while I was asleep” you harshly grabbed his clothed erection.

“I’m sorry- hah! Ah! Touch me more~!” His cheeks were painted in a beautiful shade of red, relief painted on his face, thinking he would finally have his release.

You let go of him with a click of your tongue.

Hips bucking up to meet your hand again, Satoru let out another strained sigh.

“You want to give me orders after almost releasing in your underwear just from grinding against me? Pathetic”

You stood up from the bed and moved to your drawer, taking out a black box with your favorite toys for your boyfriend.

A big vibrating dildo, a ball gag along with a cock ring.

The sight of the box alone made him shiver, remembering the last punishments that left him sobbing and begging for you when you denied him yet another orgasm.

“N-no, I’m sorry! I- mmpf!” You put the gag in his mouth and secured it around his head.

“Gotta keep that loud slutty mouth of yours nice and occupied, Satoru” you spoke and sat upright to remove Satorus shirt covering your body, tossing it to the side, grabbing and fondling your tits to give him a nice show.

He stared at you in desperation, legs pressing together to feel at least some friction on his growing erection.

“Mmh!”

“Shut up! If you didn’t grind on me like a bitch while I was trying to sleep then I would’ve let you cum right away” you stated and pulled down his underwear, cock springing free and hitting his stomach, beads of precum already forming at the tip.

More whimpers came from Satoru when you started pumping up and down his aching length.

He moaned against the ball gag while looking into your eyes with a desperate look, he wanted to touch you so bad.

With the other hand, you pressed two fingers inside of his tight hole, stretching him out with a smirk when you saw his head fall back, eyes pressing shut.

“Mmmh!” He mewled when you added another finger, not slowing down your movements with the hand that was still rapidly moving up and down his leaking cock.

You pressed a kiss to his abdomen, kissing your way further down before sucking a hickey to his inner thigh.

“Look at you being so good for me...” you whispered against his thigh, the feeling sending shivers down his spine.

You removed your fingers from his ass before grabbing the dildo and pressing it against his puffy hole.

Satorus hips moved towards you, eager to take the toy like the good slut he was for you.

You pushed the dildo inside of him all the way, a loud muffled moan leaving his lips.

After making sure it was secure, you turned the vibrations on, his back arching of the bed, legs shaking underneath him.

Sweat was dripping down his chest, the blush traveled all the way down to his neck.

He never failed to look absolutely stunning, no matter what position he was in.

You moved up his body to press a wet kiss to his neck, sucking and biting on his pale skin.

Without him noticing, you grabbed the cock ring and put it around his sensitive length right as he was about to have his sweet release.

Satorus body was twitching, pained whines leaving his lips continuously, his head thrashing from side to side.

You moved on top of him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head.

“I’m gonna cum around your cock and only when I do that, you get to cum. Do we understand each other?”

He looked up at you through his long lashes with the pouty look he always gave you when something didn’t go the way he wanted, while shaking his head.

“Did I fucking stutter Satoru?”

You quickly slammed down on him, your velvety walls clenching around his girthy length.

He always stretched you out so good, and it took everything in you to not cum from the sight of him alone.

He was tearing up, a furious blush on his face while he was drooling around the ball gag that restricted his pleasures moans.

You started bouncing on his cock, still holding his wrists above his head, his back arched of the bed so that his chest was hitting yours with every harsh thrust you made.

His beautiful puffy blue eyes looked up at you, his lashes damped with the tears that were spilling out of his eyes.

You could never get tired of seeing him like this.

Satoru was loosing himself at the feeling of your walls tightening around him and the sight of your breasts bouncing with each move you made, drooling and screaming out in pleasure around the ball gag.

“Fuck.. Look at me while I cream around you, slut” you spoke and his eyes instantly met yours again, watching your mouth fall open and curses leaving your mouth as you clenched even tighter around him, your juices completely coating his cock.

You rode him throughout your orgasm, movements getting sloppier before moving of him, your juices dripping down on his abused cock.

After you controlled your breathing, you untied the ball gag.

“Do you think you deserve to cum yet?”

You removed the cock ring, guiding his cock to align with your wet entrance.

“(Y/N) please! I’ve been a good boy for yo- AH!” a loud yell cut him off when you lowered yourself onto him, wasting no time and moving around him.

“Tell me Satoru”

You pressed a sloppy kiss to his lips, he moaned into your mouth, thrusting his hips up in sync with your harsh thrusts.

“Tell me who you belong to” you whispered against his swollen lips.

“You...(Y/N)!”

“Louder! Let the whole school hear who’s fucking you this good!” You felt him twitch at your words, eyes rolling back, while he desperately yelled out

“You! I’m your slut (Y/N)! Yo-hah! you’re making me ngh!! feel so fucking good!!”

The dildo vibrating inside of his tight ass and you clamping around him made him tip over the edge.

His mouth hung open in a exhausted scream, hips twitching against yours while his intense orgasm hit him like a tidal wave.

He couldn’t stop moaning your name over and over before he grabbed your cheeks to press a desperate kiss to your lips.

He was truly the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

Completely fucked out underneath you, the great Satoru Gojo submitting himself to you.

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kn1feinthec0ffee · 4 years

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love me love me (say that you love me) - spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader

title from lovefool by the cardigans

summary: after a close brush with death in the field, y/n visits an injured spencer in the hospital to have a heart to heart.

warnings: a lil bit of angst, fluff bc im incapable of writing pure angst, descriptions of injury

word count: 1,987

notes: this is my submission for @veraiconcos‘ fic writer challenge, i spent a super long time on this and i really hope you guys enjoy it as its one of my favorite things i’ve ever written ☺️

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settling in to what would be another evening of unfortunate, unwanted solitude due to your boyfriend having yet another late night at work, you stretched out across the sofa, wine glass in hand, ready to relax after a hard day’s work.

that was until your phone began to ring and vibrate obnoxiously across the wooden coffee table.

“jj? hi, what’s up?” you inquired, curious as to why she was calling you during a case.

“we got the guy, but spence wasn’t so lucky.” she began hesitantly. “he almost got shot, but he was stabbed a few times.”

she heard your stifled gasp through the speaker, cutting you off before you would inevitably begin rambling off questions, a habit of spencer’s you’d acquired after a long while of knowing him. “don’t worry, he keeps telling everyone he’s fine. doctor says the wounds might scar, but overall he should be alright.”

you scrunched your eyes closed, willing your racing heart to slow with the news that spencer would be okay. despite jj’s calming tone and the relatively good news from the call, you couldn’t help the nagging feeling that your boyfriend was not, in fact, okay.

“thanks, babe. would you mind telling me where you guys are? am i allowed to come visit?” your voice took on a hopeful tone that your hands betrayed, anxiously twirling a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your bun.

“visiting hours ended a little while ago, but i’m sure i can pull a few strings for you.” your chest deflated with a relieved sigh at the thought of having visual confirmation spencer would be fine. “i just texted you the address, see you soon, y/n.”

“you too. bye,” the phone dropped onto the table with a hollow clatter. you downed what little was left in your wine glass before standing up from the sofa to get ready. you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up with spencer so you put in an extra bit of effort to wear some of his favorite pieces of clothing of yours, just to bring a smile to his face.

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after receiving special clearance from jj at the front desk, you headed down the hallway. you never liked hospitals; you found something about about the stark white, sterile halls cold and off putting.

the door slowly opened, a gentle creak emanating from its well-used hinges. you had hoped your entrance would be quiet enough to let the boy wonder rest, but alas, he had woken up.

though the way his irises glistened in the artificial light when he saw you was just as gratifying.

“y/n, what are you doing here?” the interrogative sounded less like a question and more like an exclamation of awe, but you weren’t complaining.

“what, you didn’t think i’d show up when a little birdie told me my boyfriend was stabbed on duty? some girlfriend i’d be,” you scoffed sarcastically.

the plastic legs of the chair skidded across the linoleum as you dragged it next to the bed. spencer held out a hand towards you to hold, a sure fire sign something was wrong.

he loved affection, especially from you, but he only seemed to initiate it on blue moons.

you gratefully slipped your fingers in between his and gave them a quick, reassuring squeeze. “what happened, hon?”

his amber hues flicked to several spots around the relatively uninteresting room before landing on your intertwined digits. “we raided his apartment just like we usually do and i happened to be the first one to come across him. i saw he had a gun and i’m lucky i ducked pretty quickly or else i might not even be here at all.

“morgan and i moved in on him to make the arrest, but it slipped our minds that the profile said he was hyper-vigilant and paranoid, and i failed to notice knife he had in his other hand and he stabbed me a few times before emily pulled him away from me.” spencer recalled with an expertise that came as a surprise to absolutely no one who knew him.

“you say that like you’re reciting a poem,” you frowned, rubbing a thumb across his knuckles. “you could’ve died, spence.”

“i guess it’s just not that big of a deal to me?” he seemed to question his own statement as it passed through his lips. “i think i’ve grown so accustomed to putting my life on the line that i just doesn’t even faze me anymore.”

“i get it, but don’t you ever - i don’t know - get worried you won’t come back to me one of these days?” you averted your eyes to the floor.

his grip on your hand tightened exponentially, causing your gaze to snap up to his. “of course i do, i worry about you all the time. isn’t it normal to worry about the person you want to spend the rest of your life with?”

his admission of love brought heat to your cheeks and tears to your eyes. “good, good, i’m glad we both agree on that then.” you smiled sadly.

the presence of an oddly heavy silence weighed down on both of you as you sat in thought. “do you ever get tired, y/n?” the genius queried quietly, elaborating when he noticed the confusion etched across your features. “i mean - well - tired of me? of my life being on the line every time i go to work? of thinking that maybe that time you said goodbye to me when i left would be the last time? doesn’t that exhaust you?”

this was exactly what you had been anticipating since jj called. the drawn-out periods of unusual silence, less eye contact than normal, the anxious fidgeting. not that you’d tell him, but you’d subtly began subconsciously profiling as well.

“if you’re asking if i get tired of those things, then yes, i do,” you murmured softly. “but if you’re asking if being with you while i have to deal with all those things is exhausting, then my answer is no. absolutely not.”

another pause. spencer played with your fingers, fiddling around with the ring he’d bought for you as fond memories swirled through his mind. “wouldn’t it be easier if you were with someone else? i don’t know, maybe someone with an average career where they don’t look at dead bodies and arrest serial killers all the time? maybe a barista or something less traumatizing than what i do?”

your lips curled up into a smile as you giggled. “yeah, i mean, of course that’d be easier, but when has life ever been easy? and besides, why would i want a barista when i could have a badass, genius iq level guy like you?”

he grinned, holding eye contact for the longest period of time since you passed through the door. “i think those attributes directly contradict each other, but whatever makes you happy, love.”

the tension had lifted, conversation flowing with ease, yet you could still tell there was something off about reid. something left unspoken.

“hey,” you murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face. “you sure you’re alright?”

a moment of hesitation flickered through his eyes before he answered. “of course i am. didn’t i say i was?”

“you did, but you don’t have the best track record when it comes to being honest about your emotions.” you watched several emotions pass through his eyes - one of his tells; those hazel hues could be read like a book.

he seemed to take a deep, collective inhale before he spoke in a small voice. “i know you said you weren’t tired of me, but i’m just scared you’re lying. n-not that i think you would ever be untruthful,” he immediately corrected himself upon understanding how his words could be perceived.

“i-” tears brimmed his coffee colored optics, terrifying you for what he might say next. “you’re the most important thing in my life- in the world even- and i’m just worried you’ll leave me. i’ll come home one night when you’ve decided you’ve had enough of this life and you have all your bags packed, ready to leave. i don’t want to lose you. i can’t lose you.”

noticing a few drops had landing on your lap, you realized you’d been crying as he admitted his insecurities to you. “i love you so much, spencer. more than anything in the world. and i know how hard it is to quiet those voices, and i know whatever i say will only be enough to quell them for a while, but you’re everything to me. just know i would never, ever even dream of leaving you.”

you sniffled, wiping the tear tracks from your face when you looked over to spencer. he held eye contact with you, something you knew was challenging for him to do.

“y/n,” he moved a hand to cup your cheek. “if i asked you to stay, would you?”

you let his words sink in and nodded nearly imperceptibly. you laid a kiss on his palm before turning to him again. “absolutely. i am wholly and completely devoted to you, spencer reid.”

his cheeks burned and his brows furrowed, almost as if he was having trouble accepting your straightforward answer. “do you promise?”

you debated a sarcastic response, but you were unsure what his reaction might be in such a vulnerable state, and you didn’t want to find out.

“i do, my love.” you murmured, crossing your pinky with his. he settled, visibly, too, at your admission of adoration. you knew he struggled with fully trusting those around him and you were immeasurably proud of him in this moment.

“are you heading home?” his soft lilt broke the silence that had blanketed the room with its persistent presence. “i wouldn’t blame you if you were.”

“are you kidding? after all that rom-com sappiness you think i want to leave?” you both laughed, basking in the positivity of the moment. “i’m afraid you’re stuck with me. look, i even brought a change of clothes and everything.”

while you loved the adorable look of surprise on his face, you almost wished you could wipe away any doubts he may harbor in his mind about you and your unwavering loyalty. you looked up at him again as he spoke. “are you going to sleep in that chair?”

“i’d lay with you, but you’ve got wounds everywhere and no way in hell am i risking re-opening anything that’s been sealed.” you held your hands up in mock defense, earning a chuckle from the doctor.

“you could, um, put your head on my chest,” his cheeks tinted pink. “i love it when you do that.” you planted a quick kiss on his cheekbone before pressing a longer one to his lips.

every time your lips met, as cliched as it was, it felt like the first again. not in every way, they were missing the same awkward teeth clashing and spit swapping as the original, but you could almost feel every ounce of passion jolting all the way through your being. and most assuredly, spencer reciprocated your feelings as he chased your lips every single time they made to retreat from his.

you pulled the chair as close to the hospital bed as you could and rested your head on his chest. the lyrical, constant beat of spencer’s lulled you to sleep, creating a symphony just for you.

before your eyes closed, you intertwined spencer’s fingers with yours, prompting him to look down at you. “i’ve got promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep.”

though he knew it was medically impossible, spencer reid’s heart leapt a mile in his chest at the irrevocable love he felt for you, both in that moment and always as he completed the line, “and miles to go before i sleep.”

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ellitx · 3 years

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!! Long one inc with modern au college Himmel, will be hurt/comfort (might be cringe i dunno i went ham) TW: mentions of mental illnesses and self harm, mentions of injuries, and smut ye

Was a quiet rainy day as you slept, back pressed into your boyfriend's chest, you had decided to come over to watch movies and spend some time relaxing together after finals but about an hour in you let a lull like state wash over you.

"This is the only time you look so peaceful y/n.." Himmel thought, "if only you'd let your walls down a bit.. just enough to let me in.." he brushed your cheek with the back of his hand with a feather light touch on your cheek "Im so sorry that you have to carry so much weight.. I'd do anything to help wash it away or at least help lift it"

Drinking in your form as you slept softly into him, he wishes to stay like this for hours, but he knows that as soon as consciousness comes over you again, the walls will be re-built, and your shoulders will re-tense with the weight they bear. He leans in to kiss your temple and stroke your hair softly praying not to wake you

Recalling all the stories you told him, the shitty ex that was so selfish of his own desires that it implanted the idea that all intimacy was, was to please the man. Now leaving scars that you cant even take for yourself in those times even though all he wants is to please, and pour the love you desperately need into you, over and over but even a year or so into the relationship, you had only given to him.. bearly even allowing him to sheath himself in you, and thats just the tip of the iceberg " you dont even let anyone help you, but all you do is give, how much longer until you cup is empty.." He thought kissing you softly once more

"Hmm..?" You sir and turn to face him "I-i'm so sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep.." he strokes your hair again to hush you "Its okay, Im glad you were able to get some rest" he whispered kisses on the lips proper pulling you in a bit closer and letting his hands run up and down your sides. "Himmel I hope youre not upset at me.." you gripped onto his shirt a bit and buried your head in his chest "we were supposed to hangout today and I feel awful for falling asleep.." you mumbled

"Stop that now.. you were exhausted.. its really okay" he softly pulls your face up to kiss you again licking your bottom lip praying you let him in, turning you head slightly and parting your lips you let him in "Thank god at least this.." he thought as he let his toungue rub against yours while sliding his hands down your sides and slipping his finger tips under the hem of your tights.

A small flinch came from you as he did this as a bit of panic started to set in.. you were so self conscious of yourself, you didnt feel ever adequate enough even to call your self his lover or even to indulge yourself in things like this. He can feel you starting to tense up.. "Mmm.. y/n just relax love.. please.." he start trailing kisses down your neckline "H-Himmel.. I really don't know I.." tears start to well up in your eyes. He knew what was about to happen you were going to push him away and it made his heart squeeze in agony all he wanted was to give and show you love, but he didn't want to force it too much to scare you but it had been going on so long, so he tried shifting his weight to straddle you but you managed to squeeze out from underneath him.

"I-i'm sorry.. I think I should go.." you choke out, your voice shaky whilst trying to stay composed you head for the door. "Y/n Wait please!" You heaved a heavy sigh as you felt his hand catch your wrist, you try to twist out of it but he pulls you in firm but gentle.. " God y/n.. just let me in..please let me tear down those walls and let me love you.." he swallowed, his throat bobbing and icy blue eyes staring straight into yours "You can't keep pushing me out.., you won't even let me help you with anything and it hurts.. even when your sick and dead tired all you do is push me and anyone out.. saying that its alright but it's really not.." He chocked out between sobs "please y/n.. I love you.. and if you love me like you say you do then please just let me.. anyone, help you.. I cant stand to see you like this.. Ive known you for our whole lives almost and I finally have you.. and seeing you in pain from the hand you've been delt hurts more than you'd ever imagine..!

You stood frozen wet face and shaking, silently letting all the words sink in, you felt awful for doing this to him, you thought, he had been there with you through almost every step of your life, even giving you up to a man who he wasn't good to you because you said at the time because you said it was what would make you happy at the time and even now.. he'd be willing to throw everything at the wall to sew you back together, to see the smile, the true smile that he hasent seen in years.

And again all you could do is "I'm sorry Himmel you deserve someone better.. you've done so much for someone whos worth nothing.." so you get up and pull away from him once again and run out of the door into the rain but not soon after did you feel your soaked self being almost held with unwavering force "NO..! Not again.. not ever.. and plus I am not letting you leave this house in this weather I couldn't bear to see you sick from something I could prevent..!" He yells as he slung you over his shoulder carrying you back inside and into the bathroom

"Strip.. youre soaking wet.. and shaking.." he said calm but sternly ,you flushed at his command, hes usually not like this.. you thought through your tears and nervously removed your clothing as did he. You curled up to cover your naked form as he bent down placing a towel over your shoulders and held you, slowly rubbing to dry and warm you, and as soon as you were dry and coming down from your clouded tears, he helps you up off the floor draping the towel over the both of you leading to the mirror.

"Y/n.. I know when you look into this mirror you dont like what you see.. and think you dont deserve the I want to give you.. but please.." He pauses to hold your hands at your sides , to let all your beauty and all your scars, visible and unseen reflect back at you "see yourself through my eyes for just a bit my songbird.. you're not what you see.." you again begin to let tears fall and with a quiet sob "I-Im so sorry.. I do love you.. im just scared.."

"Then let me fix whats right here.." he snakes his arm around to gently rest a hand on your heart "and right here.." and his other over your womb space then lays his head on your shoulder with a kiss to the crook of your neck "Let me pull the sorrow from between your legs like silk.. knot after knot after knot.." he whispered almost pleadingly

"O-okay.." you lean into him a bit wiping your tears with the back of your hand kissing his temple. With that he gently picks you up with your legs wrapping around his waist he grips you firm and gentle untill he enters his bedroom, locking the door behind him, then setting you down on the bed not once letting go.

"Himmel.. are you sure you still..? "Shh.. please.." he kisses to hush you, then slowly trails soft sensual kisses down your body worshipping each and every inch, pouring all the love you gave him back into you trying to ignore his own arousal. Trying your best to keep still your face burned as he did this, not wanting to move and let any moans escape, you put your hand over your mouth to stifle them "no one will hear you its okay.." He said as he continues downward towards your heat "Nng.. my love I-" he felt you begin to tense up again he rubs his hands down your thighs and kisses them softly sucking and licking them "Just relax y/n.."

You breathed a shaky sigh as he spread your legs and began to slow rub at your core admiring your slick that adorned his finger tips. "Ahh..~ its a shame you've been keeping yourself from me.. your essence is divine" his hot breath so close to you it sent electricity you've never even felt before, were you even worthy of such extacy? you though stifling another moan, internally fighting the want to pull away again, if its what he wants then you shall deliver.

"Oh how Ive longed for this.. to please you, to drink in every once of you.. and to replace the pain with pleasure.." He began to lick a stripe up your slit and gently pressed his two fingers on your clit, swirling them in unison to bring you to a higher bliss "H-Himmel.. Ahh.. its so good.. Nng..!"

The heat building in you, you couldn't help but grind against him "Dont be ashamed love..~ do what mm..~ feels best for you.. dont hide your moans.. I wanna hear my pretty little song bird sing~! He saids darting this tongue deeper into you whilst grinding against the bed, he couldn't help it, its all ever dreamed of ashamedly, consuming you whole so his arousal was unmatched

Panting with heavy and louder moans you wrapped your legs around his head, letting gain more access, with him gripping onto your thighs and moaning into you, the vibrations coming from him wond you so tightly threatening to spill all over him.. so you grip his head and try to push him away "Ahh..! Im.. so close.. Himme-- Ahh!" He only grips you tighter and grinds himself harder against the sheets chasing his own release "Dont..! Aaah!! Im right there..dont push me off of you..! I love you so.. dont deny me..! Nnnng..!" And with him losing himself in you, lapping at you so desperately you come down onto him, covering him in you, with him coming in tandem..

Panting he wipes his face with the sheets "Thank you for finally letting me love you right.."

(im so sorry if this is omega long and kinda intense?? Kinda just rolling with it i have full himmel disease -💚)

ahhhh another himmel food <333 you’re feeding me so much with these sweet sweet himmel contents and i really really love it 🥺💕💕

I shall also feed you with a himmel content of my own as a thank you 😋 still working on it hehe

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openforjean · 4 years

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finish the race

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: +18, sub!nat and dom!reader, oral sex (f), finger fucking? one spank, death, angst

a/n: pls reblog & leave some feedback

You knew she wasn’t asleep, so you flipped onto your back and looked at the ceiling with her. “You’re not tired,” you say. Natasha turns her head to you and you follow. She gives you a sincere look.

“I can help you fall asleep if you’d like,” you say in a seductive tone.

Hands intertwine and bodies mush. You’re on top of Natasha, battling each other’s tongues. Her hands trail from your waist to your ass, she moans into the kiss.The moan sends a shock down your core and you jerk your hips onto hers. She moans and her hands go to your shirt, pulling it off. You roll off her and you peel off your bra and panties off.

The bedroom feels like it’s getting hotter. You look at Natasha and she’s naked.

You love Natasha. She’s your being. The only reason you're alive. You’re so lucky to have her, to know her, to see her smile. You can’t see yourself with any other woman but her. You look over at your suitcase that holds the engagement ring that you plan to give her this Sunday.

She massages her breasts and moans. “Please touch me,” she whines as her fingers travel to her clit. She rubs it slowly with her eyes on yours. You don’t know if you rather watch or touch her. Who knew life would be this hard?

“Tell me what you want again, princess,” you say, crawling over her body. “I want your mouth on me,” she begs with her bottom lip between her teeth.

You lower yourself down and you kiss her clit, softly. She gasps, you kiss it again but with pressure. You give her inner thighs a couple of kisses before you go harder on her clit. You lap your tongue around it, sucking it too. You pull away and say “you taste so good princess, wanna eat you out forever. So wet too, all wet for her mistress”. You take your fingers dip them into her dripping pussy, Natasha starts to fuck herself with your fingers. You even start to play with your pussy. She sits up and drives her hips harder on them, her head rolls back and she moans. “You’re fingering yourself too? Mmm, I wanna taste please,” she begs. You moan, sending a vibration onto her core. You pull your fingers out and she whines. You reach for her mouth and you hold out your fingers. “Suck on ‘em, princess,” you demand. Natasha takes your fingers into her mouth and sucks hard. Your core spasms, you pull away before you could cum. Her tongue felt so good. “How do I taste, princess?” You ask. “Like a peach,” she answers. You peck her lips and trail your tongue down her body.

You go back to her clit. Her back arches with her mouth open, but nothing falls out. Natasha grabs on of her breasts and toys with her nipple as her body approaches its peak. You then give her cute sensitive button kitten licks, knowing its going to send her off the edge.

“C’mon princess, cum. Cum for me, soak my face.”

Natasha’s back arches once again, and her legs lock your head into place. You continue your movements and her body shakes. Her legs tremble and her mouth spills profanities. You watch her fall apart and you could cum at the sight.

Her legs squeeze you tighter, you kiss her clit one last time and you spread her legs. You sit up and she lays in exhaustion. Her hair is messy and lips are swollen, her face is red. Chest heaving, and her mouth slightly open.

“Did you enjoy that?” You ask. Natasha scoffs and hits your thigh.

You clean her up and yourself. You hold her close, pulling her waist closer. You can her heartbeat, you kiss her temple.

“Can you tell me a story Y/n?” Natasha asks. You snort and agree.

“One time, I let my friend do my eyebrows and she fucked em up cause I kept flinching. And I had fall photos the next day,” You say, smiling at the memory. “And when I got to school, I could not stand to have my eyebrows look like that so I gave myself bangs in the bathroom,” you laugh out. “I think I have a picture somewhere in my phone-”

“Y/n, are you nervous for tomorrow?” Natasha asks.

“No,” you admit.

“How?” She asks, softly.

“Because...I have hope that we’re going to win and we’re going to come out alive. And after this, we can live happily,” you answer.

“Whoever kicks the most ass first gets to be on top next time,” Natasha jokes.

“So it’s a race?” You ask.

“Yes.”

“Deal,” you answer.

-the next day, in the middle of the mission-

The air is red, the ground is littered with unconscious soldiers. It’s humid and your legs are close to giving out. You search for anyone, mostly any sign of Natasha. You fall on your knees, hands on the ground. A hand touches your shoulder and you look up. Natasha is smiling down at you with cuts on her face, blood dripping down her nose. You rise and wipe her face off with your thumb.

“Remember the deal, Y/n?” Natasha asks, with ragged breath. You cough. “Of course, I do. How can I forget a deal like that?” You say, with tears forming in her eyes. You pull her close and lock your eyes with hers. She pulls you into a deep kiss. “I love you, Y/n,” she says.

“I love you too, Nat,” you say. Natasha’s eyes drop to the ground and you grow worrisome.

“Nat? What’s wrong?” You ask, picking her head up. She holds your wrist and kisses it.

“To close the gate, one of us have to be on the other side to secure it. And Steve isn’t going, no one is. I am,” she says. Your body freezes and your hand falls. You shake your head. She turns around to wipe her eyes and Steve approaches her. He looks terrible, his suit is dirty and torn. His shield is covered in debris, and so is his face.

“I’m going Steve, I will do this, okay? You stay,” she demands, holding his face. You watch and you turn your head back to the portal.

Natasha is going to live. You won’t let her die. Not the Black Widow.

“Steve, it’s okay. This is my chance to wipe my ledger clean, to get rid off all the red,” she says. Steve looks over her shoulder and narrows his brows.

She spins and her mouth falls.

You’re on the other side of the portal. She runs to it.

“Finish the race, Natasha. Finish it for me, please. I can’t let Black Widow die, I’ll be okay. I promise. Finish the race! ” you scream. She lunges to join you but you close it on your side.

She falls to the ground and she screams. She sobs, and she starts to punch the ground. Steve crouches down to her and holds her, she sobs onto his suit.

“It was supposed to be me.”

this sucked ass guys im sorry fr

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peachyunjinnie · 4 years

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❝dear dori...❞ lmh ― f.

― summary:

you find a stray cat, and as the kitten rushed outside, she ran to the coffee shop to reunite with her owner and the barista minho.

barista!minho/female!reader | fluff | 1.9k ↬ content warnings: -

a/n: had this idea and it seemed so cute and soft. also this is for @mikoto-ica-fics. i think the threesome will be the worst fic ever and the most time eating shit but i am working on it! <3

plus for the other two minho stans i know uwu @mini-meanhoe & @nightshade-minho

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“Go! Go back!” I said to this thing following me, for a good 20 minutes straight. The fast walking of it scared me even more than I usually does. Yes, I am scared of cats, but here I am going home but this cat is not going to leave me.

“Come one! Go!” I tried and tried, but this kitty is not going to leave me alone. With another look at this cat, I saw that it has no collar. This cat is no way older than a year and is just going around the dark streets of Seoul?

The broken sounds of this probably exhausted and tired kitten was echoing in my ears. I looked back at this cat, deciding if this cat looks hungry or just having a walk, maybe this cat just wants to annoy me. Gladly my house was just in this area. I got inside but before I could do anything this little thing just stalks in my apartment. Just walking right past me and making itself comfortable on my small couch. I quickly went up to the kitten and started to freak out since there were no animals allowed in here.

“Hey, little kitty. I know you are probably very tired and just want to sleep a bit in a warm place but I wi- Wow I am talking to this cat.” I interrupted myself mid-sentence.

The meows of this stray cat was translated into a simple and easy ‘let me sleep and shut up’. I couldn’t keep this thing in here. What if someone sees this cat? what if this cat attacks me? what if its owner is searching for this cat? So many questions but sadly no answers.

I decided to close the door and just leave her here for tonight. I couldn’t really do anything else than that, so I got out a plastic bowl and filled it with some tuna. I heard a loud grunt from the cat as it agreed to my decision of the food choice.

The small paws of the cat was visible around the corner as it came towards me and my heart began to beat faster. Even though I made some food for this stranger, doesn’t mean I will stop being scared of this thing.

“G-Go to the couch!” I once again talked with a cat. I shook my head as this cat came closer and closer. I stood completely still and closed my eyes as this kitten stroked against my leg, my knees trembling hardly. What have I gotten myself into? Why am I like this? But the much bigger question is why is this kitty so calm and relaxed?

The purrs of the kitten was vibrating on my leg and my foot. The sound calming me down instantly. I opened my eyes again and peeked down. The cats expression was something in between ‘give me the goddamn food already’ and ‘calm down, im not gonna eat you’. I instantly relaxed a bit from the softness and the fluffiness of this little curled up ball.

I kneeled down and carefully touched the head of this little thing, still having a little distance. My shaking hands caressing this kitten. I couldn't believe how I was doing what I was doing, but it seemed so easy and...kind of good.

The purring and the vibration was getting louder. The cat was falling down my hand and just pushed itself to me, shocked of how desperate this kitty really was to be pet was not what i was expecting.

"You are tired...aren't you." I said more to myself, starring at the weak and already closed eyes. I couldn't tell if this cat is like that because it is tired or if this kitten really accepts me. I shook my head, trying to get all lf this out of my head and put the tuna down.

The instant standing up from the cat scared me and I stumbled backwards to the counter. The kitty couldn't care less and ate the food in a matter of seconds. I was shocked by the fast pace of this kittens eating and I stepped back and watched the bowl get emptier and emptier. How can this little thing eat so much and so fast? Well, at least a thing we had in common.

I shrugged my shoulders and walked to my bed to finally lie down. This day at uni was awfully hard, geometry and math quite literally killed me in every single way. Inhale exhale, enjoying this little moment of peace and silence. Not being trapped in the noisy traffic and just escaping this busy city that is Seoul.

I let the door opened and there was this kitty standing at the door frame, staring at me with a tilted head. I don’t know what to do or how to process this cat that has now eaten is strutting to my bed.

“Oh boy.”

“Meow.” The kitty hasn’t meowed once yet and this sound scared the living shit out of me.

“Come on. Go to the couch!” The cat didn’t seem to care about my anxiety rising and just jumped up the bed.

“Go!” She lay down and rolled around on her back, her paws in the air and her playful eyes fixed on me. I saw the little eyes shining and the pupils being small, which meant that she is relaxed...right?

I took my hand and stroked the kitten a little. The purring of the cat became louder and the soft 'meow' was less loud than the other one. The cat stretched out to me and closed its eyes for a little rest. My hand patted her automatically and I lay down again to rest also like the cat.

"No, I did not. Can I please have Nara's transport box?" I asked my sister on the phone, begging to use her

"Y/N, why don't you call animal services? They could help you better than I could."

"I don't want to. I don't want to leave this kitten to those people. I'll go to Mom's and drop her off. She wanted a cat."

"You're seriously giving this kitten to our mother?"

"What else can I do? I myself am afraid of cats and I'll have nervous breakdowns if it meows or moves or even exists in my presence."

"Come on, give it a try. You can bring her to me and I'll take care of her." "You mean it?"

"Yeah, you can't have her with you and I don't want her with Mom." "Why not?"

"Because I know Mom, and she can use everything right now, but not a pet." With that she hung up and a notification came up from a text from her.

‘I’ll be here in 10.‘

A loud knock on the door after I was just done cleaning up the messy kitchen echoed through the apartment. I saw paws hushing to the door and loud scratching noises, trying to know who was having the audacity to interrupt the nap of this stranger kitten.

I stopped mopping the kitchen floor and tried to get to the doorknob to open it somehow. What was interesting is that this cat did not look at me or acknowledged me standing there. The tail was wiggling and I was feeling my angst rise and my hand shake. I opened the door quickly and the cat just rushed outside to the streets. Me and my sister had a moment of staring at each other and not knowing what to do now. One or two seconds have passed and my sister reflex has kicked in better than mine, as she sprinted after the cat and I stuck to the ground and waited for my brain to process the situation.

I quickly realized the situation and ran off to catch my sister in this sprint. I saw her hair blowing in the wind of her fast pace and the shadow of the cat that was chasing something quickly. After the 10 minutes I could finally see that the cat was getting slower but after 15 minutes the cat has crossed the road and entered a coffee shop.

“A coffee shop?? Really?” I asked and was clearly as confused as my sister was at the moment. How could this cat just run for 25 minutes and then casually walk inside a coffee shop with no hesitation at all.

“This cat is as weird as you are, Y/N.” She laughed, well she tried to laugh even though she is kind of having an asthma attack at the moment.

I stepped inside the coffee shop and was still breathing hardly and was greeted by a very floral and very well decorated. The pretty and visibly pleasing to look at cafe was something between what I would imagine heaven would look like if you would think that heaven was a white and pink and blue paradise. I was instantly calmed down by the pastel colors. The chairs and tables were in a purple warm tone that melted well into the scheme of the place. I was greeted with 2 customers who were each sitting on the end of the room and were minding their business. I walked up to the one barista that was working there. He had brown hair and the prettiest brown eyes, the brightest beaming smile on his face and as I got closer to the counter I saw this little ball of fluff curled up in his arms.

“Oh- Sorry. Do you want to orde-” He started but noticed my big eyes on this kitten, not leaving the sight of it and the kitten escaping his clutches to go on the counter to stroke towards me to push it’s head on my hand that was resting on the hard wooden table.

“W-Wow, do you know my little Dori?” He smiled and exposed his beaming smile. I couldn’t tell if my world was turning or if I was feeling dizzy. I couldn’t stop starring at his beautiful facial features. I couldn’t keep my gaze from him and stop starring at this stranger that I do not know at all but this magical feeling this man gave me, was absolutely and undeniably the nearest example I could give for love at first sight.

And it seemed that he was doing the exact same with me, scanning me and not looking at me. He was looking through me and straight stared into my soul. My god, I couldn’t tell you if I was dumb or if time and gravity has stopped for a minute.

“N-No, this cat h-has followed me and I fed her and let her sleep at my pl-place.” I stuttered and never left my gaze from his deep brown eyes that were forming into an eye smile.

“Wo-Wow. That is so nice of you. I was looking for her last night- Can I maybe g-get you something to drink? It’s my last shift a-and we could-” He was as nervous as I was but I couldn’t help but smile hard from the tint that came onto his face.

“Of course, My name is Y/N. By the way.” I smiled at his eyes not knowing where to look at. My face heating up as well and my smile not losing it’s intensity.

“I am Minho.”

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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Snowed In p6

This gave me such a hard time but I needed this conversation to happen for like 50% of the plot shit down the road, plz forgive me.

Pairing: Geralt x fem!reader

Warnings: hella awkward convos, pining, self depreciating undertones?, talking about sex? idk yall im tryinna tag these with everything i can think of but if i miss something plz let me know!

Summary: (Last part was pure smut, but for those who skipped, it was basically them justifying a good roll in the hay bc it would help them sleep) The day after some completely pragmatic and not at all monumental sex they’re figuring out where to go from there. Boundaries and such?

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part 5 here!

You woke slowly, uncomfortably warm and… sticky?

As reality came into focus you realized the stickiness was sweat from being plastered to Geralt's bare chest as you slept. You wriggled a little, loosening his hold on your hips so you could scoot back and see his face. He was still fast asleep, hair sticking to his stubble and mouth slightly open. He looked so much more innocent, almost juvenile when he slept. It made you want to protect him, as ridiculous as it sounded.

Your hand reached up on its own to brush the strands of hair away from his face. When he didn't stir you trailed your first two fingers down his jawline, gently dragging the backs of your knuckles up over his cheekbones. You knew he could wake up at any moment, and it would be uncomfortable to explain why you were staring at him like he alone breathed life into you every day, but you continued tracing the peaks and contours of his face.

If you let yourself think about it, he technically did. He got you up every morning, did anything you asked to help you, and everything you didn't have the stones to ask. This man made space for you like no one ever had and accepted the mess you brought with you, going so far as to help you sweep it into a manageable pile.

You swallowed back the lump forming in your throat as you realized just how much of a mess you'd made for yourself this time. You'd fallen in love and set yourself up for nothing but pain.

The snow would melt, you two would join Jaskier on the other side of the pass, things would go back as they were, and you would fall asleep alone.

You took a slow deep breath in and savored the peace for the last couple of moments you could before your heart would burst. Gently lifting Geralt's arm, you rolled up to sitting as slowly as possible, watching him the whole time. When he still didn't wake, you snatched up your clothes and tiptoed to the bathroom.

He was still asleep after a towel bath and meticulously braiding your hair, softly snoring now. You couldn't help but feel a little proud of yourself for tiring him out so thoroughly.

Sitting down next to him you squeezed his shoulder, "Geralt. Hey, wake up."

He grumbled something about it being early and patted the bed where he thought you were supposed to be before his eyes snapped open.

"There he is." You cooed, reluctantly pulling your hand away.

He squinted and furrowed his brow against the morning sun, pushing himself up on one elbow, "You're up. And dressed."

Now, you knew you were manufacturing the disappointment in his words, but it still hit you just as hard. You sprang to your feet, kicking the contents of your bag back toward the corner with a little more vigor than necessary, "Woke up hungry. C'mon, get up."

"Alright, alright." He grumbled, rolling over and reaching for his neatly packed bag.

Breakfast was uncomfortable, to say the least.

Geralt didn't lean his knee against yours and you weren't sure if you missed it or were relieved he spared you the adrenaline rush. Though when he brushed against your arm reaching for the salt and you nearly jumped out of your skin. The neighbors sat across the table from you and one of them winked at you, almost making you choke on your oats. As soon as Geralt was done with breakfast you cleared both your plates and made a beeline for the door.

You lead the way out to the barn, excited to see the caverns in the snow your fight had left the week before were still uncovered by fresh snow. You fumbled with the latch, not entirely paying attention, so Geralt reached over your shoulder and flicked it open himself. He was so close you felt his breath on your neck and the heat coming off of his chest. Everything in you wanted to lean back into him, but that might be breaking a rule and these rules were becoming ever more nuanced.

You went about your usual business feeding and examining the horses and were about to leave, but Beau looked so sad and bored. Poor guy hadn't gotten more than a walk up and down the breezeway in a month and you could see the pent up energy in his eyes. You sighed and grabbed hold of his mane, swinging up onto his back and laying back over his haunches while he ate. This felt like a good place to slow down and examine your options with this whole "friends" business.

"Y/N?"

Or it would have been.

"Stall." You answered, not sitting up even when you heard him slide the door open.

"What're you doing up there?" Geralt's voice had that same confusing, unidentifiable tone he'd used when he'd left you in the bath.

"He looked so lonely. You don't just spend time with Roach?" You spared him a glance, noting how casually he leaned against the door, arms crossed so that his collar slipped down to show the marks from your nails digging into his skin.

He shrugged, "She gets tired of me."

Beau walked across the stall to sniff Geralt’s pockets and nudge his hand when he smelled what he was after. You shifted to stay balanced on his back, absolutely no intention of coming down any time soon.

The silence between you that crept on and on was in no way comfortable. You fidgeted while Geralt pet Beau, giving him a treat here and there when he smiled for him. Normally you’d be amused, now you were just angry at yourself.

You swung a leg over Beau’s withers, spinning to sit sideways facing Geralt, “You’re rather quiet.”

“I’m always quiet.”

You shook your head, frantically searching for the words you needed, testing the waters,“I ah… I had a good time last night.”

He quickly glanced at you before focusing back on Beau trying to eat his gloves, “Mhmm... Haven’t slept that well in months.”

There was a beat where you debated leaving it there, but you were never one to quit while you were ahead, “This doesn’t have to be weird, does it? I don’t want things getting tense.”

Geralt finally locked eyes with you, searching your face for something, “No… if you’re uncomfortable-”

“Which I’m not.” You interrupted.

He tilted his head, a softness taking over his face that you rarely saw, “You’re my best friend. As long as you’re okay with it, I am too. It’s just sex, after all.”

You nodded, “Just sex. Yeah. We- heh, we didn't even kiss...”

“Exactly. What are friends for?” Geralt playfully swatted at your boot, giving you a grin.

What are friends for…

You plastered a smile on your face, changing the subject before the emotions bubbling in your chest boiled over, “Jaskier is gonna kill you when I tell him you said I’m your best friend.”

He moved to stand in front of you, crossing his forearms and resting them on your knees. His touch was calming, grounding you back into reality as he usually did.

He squinted up at you, “That’s if you tell him.”

You patted his hand, “Oh, I’m definitely telling him.” you teased.

He gripped your wrist and quickly spun to face away from you, pulling you forward and off Beau's back. You squeaked and gripped onto his shoulders when you landed on him. He laughed, giving a little jump to get you higher on his hips and get a hold of your knees. A giggle slipped from your lips, partly due to surprise, but partly because his grip on your knees tickled.

"I'll tell him it was you who dropped the sword on his lute strings." Geralt made his threat halfheartedly, carrying you out of the barn only to have you steer him back to grab your gloves that you'd left on the hay. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, taking your opportunity to hold him close to you as possible, resting your chin on his shoulder. His warmth and his scent lulled you into a state of content as he took his time meandering back to the inn. Just before he reached the door you noticed a fresh snowflake on your elbow.

"Motherfucker." You shouted, "It's snowing again."

"Shit! Y/N, you're right in my ear." He tried to turn to look at you but you tucked your head against his neck, hiding almost like a child.

"Sorry. I forgot…" you whispered, more out of embarrassment than anything.

He hummed, the vibrations permeating your whole body from where you were perched as he yanked the door open and stomped inside. You wiggled, communicating you could once again walk just like a toddler, but he just hoisted you up higher and trudged up the stairs. You bit your lip, hiding a smile on the basic principle of not wanting to feel it, not necessarily because anyone important could see you.

When you reached your room Geralt rather unceremoniously collapsed onto the bed, sending the two of you bouncing for a bit before he came to rest with his shoulders on your hips.

"Tired?" You asked, fighting the urge to rake your fingers through his hair.

"Exhausted." He made no effort to get up but rested his hands underneath the outsides of your knees.

You sighed in agreement and rested your hands on his shoulders, "Post breakfast nap sounds nice."

I can handle this. I know the boundaries. Just don't kiss him. That should be easy enough ...

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part 7 here!

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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//just criss-cross things. bokuto koutarou//

Request: Because of you- Im getting hella forced to rank Bo higher up in my list so can I ask for any fluff of him too?- all writing reign is up to you bby- asdfghjkl

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 1.8K

Notes: i hate that i wrote an almost 2K word fic about BRAIDING HIS HAIR

There was a routine in the Bokuto household. The alarm went off promptly at 8:30 every morning and was snoozed with a tired groan until at least 8:45. Your boyfriend would roll over, slowly opening his eyes to give you a sleep smile. He’d plant his lips to yours, his upper half hovering slightly over your body, letting you run his fingers through his bedhead, knowing just how much you loved it when it sat softly against his forehead rather than styled into its normal spikes. He would whisper a gentle, “Good morning,” voice still heavy from sleep, nuzzling his nose with yours. Those five minutes of soft morning affection were always his favorite part of the day.

But, he’d roll out of bed, remembering what time it was and that he only had an hour before he needed to get going. You would go make a pot of morning tea while he was in the bathroom, showering and going through his regular morning routine. It was rare when things were thrown out of balance, but no matter what, it always felt like your little world was crashing down around you. Sure, it sounded dramatic, but mornings tended to be rushed already. There was little room for error in the tightly knit schedule.

But when you heard Bokuto’s heavy groan of frustration bubbling from his chest as you were pouring the steaming tea into two mugs, you weren’t sure what was wrong, but you knew that it couldn’t be good. You were already on your way to the bathroom to see what happened when he called out a loud, “Babe!”

Pushing the door open, you didn’t know what you were expecting. But, Bokuto with half of his hair spiked up? That was not it. He just turned to look at you, puppy eyes filled with sadness. “I’m out of hair gel,” he mutters, lips contorting into a pout as he shows you his empty container.

“I thought you went and got some yesterday, Kou?”

He see him shift awkwardly in his place, hand going to rub the back of his neck. “Well, you see, I was going to but then, you know that pet shop on the way to the store?”

“Oh, don’t tell me you-”

“I wanted to play with bunnies and then, I just forgot!” He whines, voice filled with exasperation, throwing his hands up in frustration with his one-track mind. “But, now what am I supposed to do? I can’t go out like this,” he points to his hair disaster, “and if I leave it down, it gets in my eyes and I won’t be able to concentrate on practice, because I keep having to push it back!”

You place a hand on his back and push him towards the shower. “Why don’t you wash the gel out and we’ll see what we can do, okay?”

“But, I already showered! I don’t have time for another!”

“It’s just your hair, baby. It’ll take you five minutes.”

Your boyfriend nods, not having any other solution to his current predicament. And you were right, in a matter of minutes, he was out of the shower, hair plastered down against his forehead as if it had never been gelled in the first place. Back in his clothes for practice, he sat up on the counter, furiously rubbing a towel against his hair while you rummaged through the cabinets, trying to find anything that could keep his hair out of his face. You could use hair spray, but it probably wouldn’t be a strong enough hold. You had a thin elastic headband, but as much as he moved around, it would just fall off his head more than it would stay. Bobby pins? No, Bokuto would probably fidget with them like he always did when they were in your hair.

It’s while he’s watching you contemplate a solution that he has one of the best ideas he’s ever had. He tugs on a strand of your hair to get your attention. “You know that criss-cross thing you do?”

“Criss-cross thing? What are you talking about, Kou?” You ask, looking up at him.

“You know, the thing with your hair. The criss-cross thing!” He shouts, hopping down from the counter in excitement, rummaging through a drawer. He knew that you kept them in here somewhere . . .

Bokuto is beaming as bright as the early morning sun as he holds up your little container of elastics. “You can do that to my hair!”

Your mouth opens in a little “Oh” as you finally figure out what the hell he was babbling about. “You want me to braid your hair?”

“Yeah!”

“I don’t know, baby,” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair, examining it’s length. It was longer than it usually was, sure, but it was still pretty short. But, Bokuto was looking at you with expectant golden eyes, a look that he knew you could never refuse. “I’ll try my best.”

He gives a hoot of excitement, wrapping his strong arms around you. “You’re the best! Okay, so what do I do!?” The man is practically bouncing as he stares down at you, ready to do whatever he must to let this to be executed as well as possible.

“I just need you to sit,” you say, placing a hand on his shoulder to try to get him to sit, but he refuses to budge.

“Wait. Can I make a bowl of cereal first?”

You can’t suppress your little giggles and just nod your head. “Yeah. Go get yourself some breakfast, baby.”

You don’t even have to say another word before he’s bounding towards the kitchen. In a matter of seconds, he’s sitting on the floor of the living room in front of you, a bowl of Lucky Charms in his hands. He had the television on, reruns of your favorite sitcom playing on the screen. You would’ve taken a picture of him right then and there if you weren’t pressed for time.

You part his hair down the center where he normally separates his spikes. You take three sections from the front, pausing before you start the ‘criss-cross thing.’ “Kou, if I pull your hair too much or it feels too tight, just let me know, okay?”

He just turns his head so he can smile up at you. “Oh, come on, babe! The criss-cross thing can’t be that bad! I’m a tough guy. I’ll be fine.”

And he was, but you on the other hand? You were not. Your fingers were cramping from tightly holding his hair before you were even done with the first braid. It was way harder than you had initially thought. The short strands of grey hair kept slipping from between your fingers, frustrating you further.

But, Bokuto didn’t notice in the slightest. He was so lost in the gentle tugs of his hair and the feeling of your fingernails gently raking his scalp as you collected another section. You should’ve seen his content grin, happily munching on his cereal, wiggling happily in his spot, cute little hoots and hums escaping him every few moments. He looked like a happy toddler, watching Saturday morning cartoons.

He’s shaken from his bliss by a firm hand on his shoulder, “Baby, I need you to sit still,” you say, tying off the end of the first braid. It only spanned down to the crown of his head and the hairs at the nape of his neck were left out, but the braid accomplished what it needed to.

Bokuto takes your words into accounts and stops moving. You can hear him give a little “Hmph” as he settles down, sitting firmly into his spot to finish off his cereal while you get to work on the remaining section of hair.

Fingers near exhaustion and hand muscles tensing with each passing criss-cross motion, you manage to pull your boyfriend’s hair into two little braids. “Kou, can you turn to look at me?” you ask, wrapping the last elastic around his hair.

He twists in his spot so he can stare cutely up at you. He looked absolutely adorable, two dutch braids running down his head, the tiny fluffs of remaining hair sitting cutely at his neck. There’s a soft hum of approval as you tug some of his baby hairs down to frame his face. “What do you think, baby? Will it hold for practice?” You ask, stepping back and taking your phone out. There was no way that you were letting this moment go undocumented.

You snap a quick photo before Bokuto gets up, shaking his head vigorously, jumping around all to see if the braids will break their hold. When he’s convinced that they're not going anywhere, he hovers over your shoulder, staring down at your phone screen. “Aw, come on, babe! I look terrible in that! Delete it!” He whines, making a grab for your phone.

You pull your phone closer to your body in an attempt to shield it from him. “What are you talking about? You look very cute, baby,” you say, looking up at him with sweet eyes.

“Can we at least take a better one before I go?”

You can’t even give an answer before he’s snatching your phone, the front-facing camera pointed towards the two of you. Your boyfriend slings his arm around your shoulders tugging you closer to his body as you both give goofy smiles for the camera. He places a soft kiss to your lips, leaning his forehead against yours as he pulls back. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re the best, baby girl,” he whispers, pecking your lips one more time.

You’re completely prepared for him to hand you back your phone and get his things to leave, but rather, he holds your phone out of your reach, tapping away at the screen. “Kou, what are you doing?”

“Sending them to myself. I have to post my pretty girl to Instagram later,” he claims, beaming down at you as he hands you your phone. He presses another kiss to your lips before heading to the front door to slip on a pair of sneakers and grab his practice bag. “I’ll see you later!”

You say your good-byes, checking your phone as it vibrates. There’s a smile that takes over your face as you see your new lock screen. Bo’s smiling face is filling the screen, slightly obscured by:

1 New Message: Kou :)

I have the other half ;P

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highqueenofelfhame · 4 years

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back to you.

part two of "Like We Used To."

The tension in the air was so palpable that it seemed to thicken every single breath either of them had to take. Aelin, usually calm in most situations, not particularly one to fidget, seemed to be trying to crawl out of her skin.

At present, both legs were bouncing so quickly that if it weren’t for the way the couch seemed to be vibrating, Rowan may have missed it while focused on her face. On top of that, her long and lithe fingers were trailing back and forth over her thighs while she stared at the wall, following a specific sequence that Rowan recognized as her favorite piece to play on piano.

Her lips hadn’t made a single sound since she said hey to him, not even when he ushered her in and shut the door. She had simply sat down on the couch and started to fidget, gaze alternating from the wall down to her hands. Currently, her eyes had dipped back down to her fingers like she were critiquing the sounds they weren’t making. Honestly, it was concerning that she had been this quiet for this long. Seldom was she ever at a complete loss of words. The last time it happened was when her parents died and she’d spent three days unable to speak a single word. To think that just being alone with Rowan in a room was bad enough to render her speechless, he wasn’t sure how good it was that she was here.

“Aelin --” Rowan’s words died in his throat when she waved a hand dismissively in his direction and folded her fingers together in her lap. There was another beat of silence before she finally shifted to look at him.

“I thought I was going crazy,” she said softly, opening the oversized bag she’d carried in. He watched wordlessly as she passed a folded up piece of green material to him, that he didn’t have to unfold to know what it was. The green of it was so faded that it was nearly gray, the lettering so cracked and faded with some letters missing that made it harder to guess than most Wheel of Fortune rounds. There were three holes in it from the gods knew what, and it had always been Aelin’s favorite shirt. It was one of Rowan’s high school football shirts, and Aelin had borrowed it once when they first met and then completely stole it away for herself. “I thought I was going crazy because I could have sworn I gave this back to you and not in the ten times I’ve cleaned out my closet over the last few months did I find it hiding away until two weeks ago it turned up in my laundry and still smelled exactly like you.” Her eyes finally looked to him and they were sad. So, heartbreakingly sad that all he wanted to do was reach over and pull her close. Aelin’s eyes were downcast again soon, however, and he had a feeling she wasn’t done talking, so he stayed quiet while he unfolded it as though he hadn’t the slightest idea what shirt it was.

“After I found the shirt, a week later I found the ring box at home. You didn’t even propose to me at home, not even in Orynth, Gods above, Ro. And I couldn’t throw it away,” she paused, pulled it from her bag, and handed that to him, too. “Every night, when I can’t sleep, I sit in that shirt and open and close that box until I’ve pinched my fingers hundreds of times in the little hinges.” There was a ghost of a smile on her lips that he wanted so badly to force into a full blown smile that showed off how much her entire face lit up, but he was frozen in place save for the two arm extensions it had taken to take the items back from her.

As it was, he wasn’t sure what this meeting was supposed to be about. She was upset, that much was clear. But why? Was she here to return the last few breadcrumbs of their life together? Was she here to torture him senseless for being such an idiot? He opened his mouth to speak, but once again she beat him to it.

“Do you remember that poetry book? The one you read to me every night until I fell asleep?”

“Milk and honey,” he confirmed with a nod. Aelin nodded, pulling her knees beneath her body on the couch. “You gave it back to me.”

“I did. But then C-Chaol bought it for me for my birthday a few weeks ago. He bought me the book you read to me because he noticed the way I ran my fingers over the cover every time I saw it in the store. Remembered that I used to have a copy but didn’t anymore, and thought I might want one.” Rowan’s jaw clenched, feathered, relaxed, feathered again. Bothered him endlessly that anyone that had been between the two of them might possibly be between her and another man. “Your voice… I hear it everywhere. I swear on my life that every single time I get in my car that song you mixed for me years ago is always on and playing. And then I kept smelling you everywhere. My clothes, my… his clothes. Smelled just like you. There was something a little off about it but it was you. That… that pine scent that is so distinctly you and every time I smelled it on him my nose turned up and I hated it. But not because it was your smell. I cried because it was your smell… but on him it was just wrong. And do you know why I kept smelling it everywhere?”

Rowan shook his head, mumbled a soft no, and Aelin let out a laugh, dry and twisted as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Because I bought the pine scented detergent. Which I’ve never, ever done by the way. And then it was like from that point on I couldn’t stop comparing godsdamn everything and I know I shouldn’t but I couldn’t stop myself and I -- Ro,” her voice broke and she slumped forward, seeming to have lost all composure. Like the thing that had kept her upright snapped in two and she couldn’t find the energy to pretend to be on her guard anymore.

Not that she needed to be - not with him.

“I made a mistake and I know that. I know that. And my manager wanted me to keep posted pictures with Chaol because it was good engagement with my followers and I couldn’t ever get myself to do it so she had to do it and we broke up weeks ago and today I woke up and on the day I checked your schedule just to see where in the world you were today? You were here. And maybe I am crazy but fate just seems to be playing… too big a part in whatever we’re supposed to be. So I’m here. I’m here and I miss you. And I’m sorry.”

“Y-- What? You’re sorry?” He was sure the incredulity was plain and evident in his tone, the shock of her apology almost too much for him to handle. Aelin was sorry? “Sorry for what?”

“For leaving you when I knew -”

“Gods above, Ace. You had every right to leave me. Do I wish you wouldn’t have? Absolutely. Do I wish I wasn’t such a fucking dumbass with a bird brain? Absolutely. I did the one thing you told me not to do. You asked me for one thing and I turned around and did it anyway because I was convinced you would just come with me. It was selfish of me. You don’t owe me any apologies, Aelin. Not when it’s so clear you owe one to yourself for how hard you’ve been on yourself for hurting me, when that shouldn’t… I hurt you first. Your reaction was… mostly rational.” At mostly rational Aelin snorted, then started laughing, which tugged Rowan’s lips into a smile. But before he had time to begin to laugh himself, she was crying.

Sobbing so hard that she seemed to not be able to stand the distance anymore and crawled over to him and curled up on his lap to be held without him even having to prompt her. He would have, but like always she beat him to the punch. As she settled her head over his heart, he could see her mouthing her lips along to each erratic beat that came with her being in his arms again. It didn’t take but seconds for them to be folded around each other in a comfortable silence, Aelin counting his heartbeats, Rowan counting her breaths.

“He just wasn’t you,” she finally said after a while, and it was then that Rowan realized he had hardly made a single confession during all of her own. But maybe he didn’t need to. Aelin had always seemed to know the ins and outs of his heart better than he himself did. “So I followed them back.”

“Followed who back?” He noticed how tired she sounded, how utterly exhausted the slightly slurred words were as she tilted back to look at him. Aelin traced a finger over his full lower lip, a finger that he kissed so sweetly, and she smiled.

“The signs,” she shrugged, her eyes fluttering closed in a sleepy way he hadn’t seen in months and months. Such a way that he was grateful to be seeing again after so long of wishing to fall asleep with her just one more night. “They always came back to you.”

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kacchaneatsass · 5 years

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By Odins' beard, I love your writing!! I am absolutely putty for Aizawa! So if you're still taking requests....? Something NSFW with him being stressed out/overworked and his gender neutral s/o dominates him/edging that sort of thing to get him to relax.

Yes please indulge my Aizawa O B S E S S I O N its blown into literally an obsession at this point i think im a yandere but only for aizawa this is a small just a teensy tiny problem I dont have any issues okay? Okay. We love this tired boy in this house.

Pairing: Switch! Aizawa Shōta x GN! Reader

WARNING! WARNING! ALL PURE EYES MUST TURN AWAY NOW! NO SEX FOR THE PURE! LEAVE AND GO PICK SOME FLOWERS OR SOMETHING! THIS IS NSFW CONTENT!

"Sho, you gotta come to bed."

He watched as you dragged your tired form across the living room floor, head sagging with every step closer. You were exhausted, yet you still got up to bring him to bed.

"I'm almost done, I'll be right there."

You whined, "Sho, it's 2 AM. You need to sleep here, not at school."

"Tomorrow's Saturday."

Now you were groaning in annoyance, wrapping your arms around his neck comfortingly. "Please? For me?"

"I said I'm almost done."

Rolling your eyes, a slightly twisted idea flooded your brain. You let yourself lean on his back, fingers trailing along the collar of his shirt. "But there's something I need to show you."

He was silent, keeping his pen to the paper as he wrote out a comment on someone's essay.

You let your hands trail farther, fingers dipping below the collar of his shirt to run along his pecs, giggling to yourself as you brushed past his nipples. "C'mon, Sho. It's important."

Again, he ignored you, keeping his eyes on your work.

Now you were starting to get pissed off. Your head dipped, your mouth opening to place kitten licks and nips to his ears and neck, knowing full well what your minstrations were doing to him below his desk. Your hand snaked around his neck, using a finger to tilt his head towards you and lock your lips, savoring the taste of peppermint and sleep he always seemed to carry with him.

You let out a little moan, finally starting to get his attention, and bit as his bottom lip, receieving a small gasp from him and a chance at entry. Your tongues wrestled for a bit, Shota turning his chair just enough for you to straddle his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck and into his hair.

You could already feel his hard on pressing on the inside of your thigh, excitment building in you. Not only were you planning on getting him away from his work tonight, you figured your dear husband needed a bit of a relaxer, wouldn't you say?

Your lips seperated with a pop, his mouth beginning to trail down to your jaw when you gripped at his hair, pulling him back so he was looking at your face. "Ah uh. Not tonight, lover boy. It's my turn now."

The slight widening of his eyes, along with the heat that radiated from his cheeks told you that you were on the right path as you tugged at his hair again, earning a choked moan from below you. "You like that, huh?" A growl emitted from your chest, a noise you never thought you could make before now. "You like when I pull you around like a slut?"

The slight shudder you recieved told you everything as you stood, keeping a tight grip on his hair as you pulled him from his seat and into the bedroom, shoving his lazy form onto the bed. "You do remember whose in charge, right Shota?" You let your body drop, slinking across the bed like some sort of cat. "Or do I need to show you again?"

He shook his head, falling into a submissive role you temporarily thought he may have abandoned with the beginning of your relationship. He got to work on himself, knowing what was sure to be coming. Stripping down to his boxer briefs, he sat back down on the bed and layed out, watching as you got off the bed again and made your way to the closet, slightly eager for what you had in store.

When you came back with rope, velcro strips, and a vibrator in hand he knew he was in for it big time, and wished he would have just come to bed the first time you said something. He couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips, lifting his arms and allowing you to tie them to the slats of the headboard, kissing along his neck and chest as you moved downwards.

You smirked up at him as you reached the waistband of his underwear. Even after years of you taking on the submissive role to him, he remembered just how much you liked to take this last little bit of clothing off yourself. Hooking a finger at his waist, you swiftly tugged them down to his calves, admiring him as his already throbbing cock sprang up, slapping him in the stomach and leaving a string of precum in its wake. "Already hard for me? Such a good boy."

You made quick work of the vibrator, using the velcro strips to wrap it to the length of his dick, smiling to yourself as he shuddered. It hadn't even been turned on yet.

You stripped yourself, resting right between his spread thighs to face him and tossing your own legs overtop of his. Picking up the remote for the vibrator, your eyes softened for a second. "Word?"

"Pancakes."

You still couldn't help the laugh that escaped you at the safe word he had chosen years ago on a whim. Clicking the vibrator onto the first level, you set the remote down and began to work on yourself, smirking as his head shot up.

He kept his head up, beginning to allow soft moans and sighs to escape his lips as he watched you touch yourself, eyes never leaving your hands. "You like that, huh?"

His eyes travelled from your hands to your face, watching as your mouth moved.

"You like watching me touch myself while you're strapped down like this?"

He nodded slightly, his lips falling open as you clicked the vibrator to the next speed, a trail of moans dripping from between his clenched teeth. "Shit."

Your hand shot out, landing a harsh slap across the inside of his thigh, earning yourself a grunt of pain. "Don't you curse unless I say you can, bitch."

"Y-yes."

You moved back to pleasing yourself, watching as the man in front of you started to come undone.

His breath came in short pants, long black hair having long fell from the bun he had it in, sticking to his sweaty forehead and neck. His moans were increasing in volume, his legs and shoulders starting to twitch at the building pleasure.

When you caught sight of the amount of precum leaking from the head of his dick, followed by harsh throbbing and twitching, you quickly shut off the vibrator, earning yourself a whine from your needy husband. "If you wanna cum you better start begging."

Shota was silent for a moment, contemplating as much as possible through the white hot haze that coated his thoughts. "Please. Please let me cum, I need it, please."

Even though it was mumbled and hesitant, you couldn't help the eye rolling orgasm that shot through you at the sound of his begging, your minstrations on yourself finally halting. Grabbing the remote, you clicked the vibrator to the highest speed, watching as he started to twitch and jerk uncontrollably.

Your name dripped from his lips like a mantra as he finally reached his orgasm, thick ropes of cum shooting across his chest and stomach, his eyes rolling back into his head at the intensity.

You removed the vibrator, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and returning to gently clean him up, placing gentle kisses behind the towel as you wiped. "You did so good tonight, Sho. I'm so proud of you."

He stayed silent, watching you with tired eyes as you untied his hands, before curling into his side and placing kisses to his cheek. "I love you so much."

He grunted, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his nose into your neck. "Love you too."

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nyctolovian · 5 years

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Merry christmas, Sincere! So hi im ur secret santa hahahaha! I know it’s kind of weird to have a sickfic for christmas but I rly tried to write something christmassy and ummmm yeh as u can see it didnt work out hahaha! Hope u still enjoy it with its fluff!!

Summary: Trucy is running a fever while Mr Wright's at a trial so Apollo takes on the nursing duty. But health issues aren't the only issues Apollo will help with today.

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“Trucy has a fever?”

Upon hearing that, Apollo and Athena turned away from the client to look at their boss concernedly.

“Mm. ... Yes. … Oh... But I’m in the middle of a trial...” Mr Wright glanced at the clock. They only had five more minutes before the trial began again.

Eyes wide with worry, the client stared at him, wordlessly begging him not to leave. At that, Mr Wright flashed her a smile that assured her that he will be staying.

“I’ll ask someone to head over to fetch Trucy on my behalf,” Mr Wright spoke into his phone. “I’ll text you that person’s number. ... Yes. Thanks.” He pressed the “End Call” button before pulling his two protégés aside. “Well, you guys heard it. Trucy’s school called and she’s running a fever. And I can’t exactly leave halfway. Could one of you help me out?” he said with a sheepish grin. “I’d usually ask Edgeworth but he’s in Germany now...”

“I’ll go,” Apollo said, raising a hand. “Our client seems to need some help managing her fear, doesn’t she?”

“She does,” Athena affirmed. “It’s making her mess up a lot of her statements.”

“Then, it’s decided. I’ll go.”

Mr Wright wrote down something on a notepad and tore the page out. “This is the school’s address.” He handed Apollo the note and patted his shoulder. “Thanks for your help, Apollo. I’m counting on you to take care of her till the trial is over. I trust you’ll be fine though.”

The bailiff called the defense back to the courtroom and the defendant jolted in fear. Calmly, Mr Wright turned to her and comforted her. Athena held the defendant’s hand and squeezed it comfortingly.

Apollo glanced back as the three of them headed back into the courtroom before heading out. He took a look at the note Mr Wright had passed to him. The school wasn’t far from here. He quickly reached there by bus and got a visitor’s pass from the security guard before heading to the reception area.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Trucy. Trucy Wright?” he told the receptionist.

“Ah, she is in the sickbay. I’ll wake her up,” the receptionist said.

Apollo pursed his lips. Was Trucy asleep? This fever seemed to be doing a number on the usually energetic magician. And he was right. As Trucy walked out of the sickbay, she looked incredibly exhausted, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Oh! Polly?” Her hand flew to her mouth. “You’re here?”

“Uh, yeah. Your dad’s in the middle of the trial so I’m here instead,” Apollo explained. He glanced over her quickly before gently tugging at her bag. “I’ll carry that for you. You look terrible.” For a moment, Trucy stubbornly tightened her grip around the strap. But Apollo was just as stubborn and she was feeling tired after all so she let go and sat at one of the benches.

The receptionist took out a form and told Apollo to fill it up so Trucy could sign out. He nodded and quickly filled it up. When he gave it back to the receptionist, her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re her coworker?”

“Um... Yes?” Well, technically I’m her employee but that’d be harder to explain. Apollo thought, cringing internally.

The receptionist laughed good-naturedly. “You two look so alike. I almost thought you were her brother! So you are a magician as well?”

“No, I’m not her brother,” he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “And I’m not a magician either. I’m a defense attorney. See?” He lifted his lapel.

“Polly, are you flashing your badge again?” Trucy asked from behind him.

“... No.”

The receptionist giggled as she filed the form away. “You two really get along well. Thank you for picking her up.” She craned her neck to look at the sick girl. “Rest well, Trucy!”

Seeing how tired Trucy was, Apollo got an Uber to take them back to the Wright Anything Agency.

As soon as they got in, Trucy started to nod off. However, when her head began to droop, she would suddenly straighten up again and the cycle would repeat.

“Just close your eyes,” Apollo said, leaning towards her. “You’re tired, right?”

“Ey, lass, y’ sick?” the Uber driver boomed, peered behind.

“Please look in front while driving,” Apollo reminded.

“Yep,” Trucy replied. “Fever.”

The driver nodded and turned his body slightly to look at her. “Thought so. Take forty winks, lil’ lady.” (“Oh god! Please look where you’re driving! Car! Car!”) Yer brother there can wake y’ up when we reach.”

“He’s not my brother,” Trucy said with a slight pout. “He’s just Polly.”

“Ey! Sorry ‘bout that! Y’ two got the same face!” the driver guffawed so loudly the car seemed to be shaking. Apollo clung to the roof handle for his dear life.

“Why do so many people say that?” Trucy mused aloud. “My friends in school say that too. Remember that time when I forgot my umbrella, Polly?”

Gulping, Apollo nodded. He won’t be remembering that any longer if the driver kept turning around to talk to them. “Alright, nice. Can you please nap now? No talking while napping,” Apollo said, patting her head. At least then Trucy won’t goad the driver into talking again.

“Good night,” Trucy muttered absently as she curled up in her bed.

“Good night,” Apollo replied even though he knew that was a weird thing to say at 10am. As he sat at the living room, he texted Mr Wright.

You: Trucy’s home now. She’s running a fever of 38.5 degrees. [10:34 AM]

Tentatively, he peered into Trucy’s room. Apollo felt pretty useless as he watched her tossing and turning uncomfortably. Never had he been needed to take care of someone else with a fever. And usually when he was sick, he’d just sleep it off.

Surely, he shouldn’t just be telling Trucy to sleep and leaving it at that. He frowned in thought for a while and paced around. Then, he picked up his phone again.

You: im taking care of trucy cos shes got a fever. 38.5 but wth do ppl usually do for fevers??? [10:39 AM]

The reply was almost instantaneous.

spaceman: Oof [10:39 AM]

spaceman: Give her water [10:40 AM]

spaceman: And paracetamol or watever [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Put a wet towel on her forehead [10:40 AM]

You: im not sure where mr wright keeps his medication stuff though. i asked trucy and she doesnt know either [10:40 AM]

You: shld i ask mr wright??? [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Yeah. Do that. [10:41 AM]

You: not sure when he can reply. hes at a trial now [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Ohhhhhhh [10:41 AM]

spaceman: No wonder ure the one taking care of her [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Good luck bro!! Dont die!!! [10:41 AM]

You: ok tks i wont [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Btw for the towel, get a basin so u dun need to run abt [10:41 AM]

You: k [10:42 AM]

After sending a message asking Mr Wright where he kept his medications, Apollo placed a cup and a jar of water on Trucy’s bedside table. With a bit of nudging, she finally sat upright to down an entire glass of water before sinking back into her bed with a flop. Then, he followed what Clay said and got a basin of water and a towel. Apollo soaked the towel and wrung it before placing it on Trucy’s forehead.

Apollo noticed the minute relaxation of her facial muscles so he supposed he was doing this right at least. Thank god for Clay. What would he ever do without him?

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Apollo picked it up again.

spaceman: AND SOUP OR PORRIDGE [10:53 AM]

spaceman: FOR LUNCH [10:53 AM]

spaceman: Im kinda assuming mr wright wont be back before lunch cos ure usually MIA for almost an entire day when uve got a trial [10:54 AM]

You: good idea [10:54 AM]

spaceman: Careful not to drop the entire bottle of pepper in the pot again. Itll kill the poor girl. Her dads a lawyer, apollo. Dont risk it ;-;[10:54 AM]

You: THAT WAS ONE TIME [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Tell that to my poor tongue :( [10:55 AM]

You: I GET IT STOP [10:55 AM]

spaceman: RIP Clay Terran’s tongue. 2004-2024 Death by pepper poisoning. [10:55 AM]

You: ITS TIME TO S T O P [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Dont. Stop me nOOOOWWW [10:55 AM]

You: why r u quoting queen in 2027 [10:56 AM]

spaceman: Why r YOU quoting filthy frank in 2027 [10:56 AM]

You: why r we even friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: What do u mean?? This is precisely why we r friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: IVE BEEN CAUGHT MY PHONE NOOOOOOOO [10:56 AM]

You: wow. a murder right before my eyes. ngl i feel nothing for ur death. [10:57 AM]

spaceman: Aura speaking, apollo, stop texting clay while hes at work. [10:57 AM]

You: Noted. Sorry. [10:57 AM]

“Trucy, please get back in bed,” Apollo said. “You’re still sick.”

“My fever’s gone, isn’t it?” Trucy said, puffing her cheek, as she continued to carry things out of the fridge to be defrosted.

“Well, yeah,” Apollo said. “But you’re not completely well yet. The sick should stay in bed to rest.”

“Do you even follow your own advice?” Trucy said, arms akimbo.

“Yes?” Apollo tried, rubbing his bracelet.

The piercing look Trucy gave him made him shrink back. Lying was futile. She could perceive lies too after all. Was this what it felt like at the other end of courtroom scrutiny?

“Okay, fine. I don’t,” he admitted. “But you’re a kid! A growing kid! I’ll do the cooking, alright?”

“The guest shouldn’t be doing the cooking.”

“I’m not guest, Trucy! I’m supposed to take care of you!”

“Look, Dad’s coming back for lunch. I can’t leave him hungry,” she said.

Apollo drooped with a sigh. “I’m sure what he means is that he’s coming back to settle lunch for you. Look, I could even ask him right now!

“I highly doubt he can cook,” Trucy stated, pouting.

“Mr Wright’s an adult. I’m sure he can settle his own meals. But if you really think that, I can just do the cooking. Your germs are going to get in the food anyway.”

“I can wear a mask,” Trucy rebutted.

Apollo waved his arms wildly before dropping them in exhaustion. “Rest. Please? Trucy?”

Trucy frowned at her feet. “It’s just a meal. I can do a meal.”

“Exactly! So can your dad. It’s just a meal. He can handle that by himself,” he said.

“I’m cooking,” Trucy insisted, stomping her foot.

“Why are you so stubborn about this?” Apollo sighed. Then, he noticed her fists shaking with emotion. “Trucy…” He watched her closely. “Is this really just about cooking?”

Her sharp blue eyes shot up to glare at Apollo. “Polly! You’re perceiving me?!”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Apollo muttered, “Sorry. Habit. But answer me truthfully, Trucy.” He looked at her again, his brown orbs warm and gentle now. “This isn’t just about cooking lunch, is this?”

“I’m supposed to be the one who cooks lunch every day,” Trucy replied.

“So you see it as a- um… a duty?”

A silent nod.

“So skipping out makes you feel bad?” Apollo asked as he pulled a chair out and sat on it. “Like you’re not doing your part?”

Another nod. This time, she tentatively added, “It’s like a contract.”

He hummed in understanding. Then, he dragged another chair out and patted the seat.

Gingerly, Trucy sat down beside him. Her hands gripped the sides of the chair, tense.

“I kind of get it,” Apollo began. “I mean, being a foster kid, most of my relationships with my guardians feel like contracts too. ‘If you don’t do this and that, you won’t get, um, whatever.’ So I kind of get it. That kind of spread to my other relationships to be honest. So I always get this guilt when I’m not — I don’t know — performing?”

Trucy huffed in amusement.

“Have I ever told you about my best friend?”

“Clay?”

“Yeah, him. I used to always set rules for myself on what I should do for and with Clay,” Apollo continued. “I’d, um, not go for things, like parties or school projects, if he wasn’t going with me because I felt bad enjoying myself without him and stuff like that. When he found out, he got so mad at me and said it was dumb.”

Trucy snickered. “That is dumb.”

“Yeah, because, you know, he really hated that I wasn’t doing things for myself because I had set my own rules for our friendship. Well, the point I’m making is this,” Apollo said. “People who care about you wouldn’t want your relationship with them to restrict or hurt you, you know? People who really care would want the best for you, I think.” He looked up at Trucy. “And I think your father cares about you. A lot.”

Trucy was silent. She wasn’t meeting his eyes.

“I-I hope the things I said made sense,” Apollo stuttered. “I was just saying what I thought. I’m really not that good with words- URNGH!”

Trucy had slammed her face into his chest. Stiffly, Apollo’s arms hovered at his shoulder level as the teenager tightened her embrace. A fond smile spread across his face. Slowly, he lowered his arms over her shoulders and pat between her shoulder blades.

“Thanks, Polly,” Trucy said as she pulled back. She shot him a cheeky grin. “You make a pretty decent older brother.”

Apollo rolled his eyes. “Quit teasing me. Now, go sleep. I have a meal to make.”

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julia-highstorms · 6 years

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If Jane Was Here (Noah’s POV) - Ch. 10

Summary: ILITW by Noah’s point of view. Previous chapters here

Author’s Note: all characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. From now on, I'll be writing with a gender neutral MC. I'll try to update all the previous character with the proper pronouns. And in next chapter the betrayal of our favorite beanie boy starts! [cries in emo]

Rating: PG-13 (language)

Pairing: Noah x MC

Word count: 2279

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Chapter 10 - I'm Not Scared

The nightmares kept coming, especially after Lily’s disconcerting text about the basketball game that happened that evening. Noah dreamed about Jane, Mr. Red, spiders and the darkness.

He woke up feeling more exhausted than when he went to sleep. He and Mom had a little argument, as usual, and he left for school. There, MC caught up with him as he walked up the front steps. They looked as tired as him.

“Wow, you look as bad as I feel. Didn’t sleep well?”

“Nightmares. You too?” – he nodded ruefully, rubbing his eyes.

“I can barely think straight. Pretty sure I called my mom a fascist for asking me to take out the garbage this morning.” – he said, as they stepped through the front doors.

As both of them walked down the hall, they spotted Andy walking in the opposite direction.

“Hey! How’re you holding up?” – MC asked the short boy.

“Hangin’ in there. How about y—”

“Hey, ‘King Kang’, you throw that game on purpose, or are you just an one-hit wonder?”

“But you’re glad those spiders showed up, huh? Nice excuse for ditching the game early!” – Andy flinched as the mocking voices shouted down the hall.

“Wha... Hey! You wanna say that to my face?!” – and then he walked past them, chasing the mocking laughter.

“We’ve gotta do something about this Mr. Red situation before one of us cracks.” – Noah observed.

“Well, I for one am done taking hits. It’s time we start hitting back.” – MC said with a determinated frown on their face.

“Yeah, totally!” – he felt slightly inspired by them. – “So uh... what do you want to do?”

“Homework.” – and then, they started furiously typing on their phone. Noah’s own phone vibrated inside his pocket. He fished it and read the group text.

MC: “ATTENTION LITTERALLY EVERYONE!”

MC: “Mr red is going to come after us all”

MC: “Which is definitely my fault and im sorry”

MC: “But I think we can all agree that we need to find a way to stop him”

MC: “Im going to the library tonight to get to the bottom of this”

MC: “To find some way to stop/banish/kill him.”

MC: “Can I count on you?”

Stacy surprisingly was the first one to text back:

Stacy: “I’ll be there.”

Noah: “You don’t have cheer practice or something?”

Stacy: “Duh, of course I do.”

Stacy: “But this is more important.”

Stacy: “C u after class!”

Noah would be lying if he said that the cheerleader’s text didn’t make him a little happier and hopeful.

He looked away from his phone screen. MC’s eyes were already on him and they had a small grin on their lips.

“We’re going to do this, Noah.”

“Yeah... we’re going...” – he couldn’t hold back a smile too.

The two teenagers kept walking down the hall and parted ways. He entered his Biology class and sat on his desk, when his cellphone suddenly buzzed on his hand. An audio blasted from the speakers – which was weird, because Noah always left his phone on vibrate mode only – and a video started playing...

“I HATE my life! Everyone thinks we’re this perfect little family...” – he watched an angry Stacy shouting madly.

Uh, why he was watching it? He reopened the group chat:

Noah: “Anyone else’s phone acting weird? This video of stacy just started auto-playing at full volume”

Andy: “I got it too, and I’m p sure I just saw her run down the hall”

Andy: “what’s going on?”

MC: “It was Mr. Red. Has to be. Somehow he got that video and sent it to everyone”

MC: “We’ve gotta watch each other’s back today. Something tells me he’s not done yet...”

Andy: “Speaking of, anyone seen Ava?” – hmm, Noah hasn’t.

MC: “I haven’t...”

MC: “You don’t think something happened?!”

Lucas: “Something did”

Lucas: “But it wasn’t Mr. Red...”

Andy: “what do you mean?”

But Lucas never answered.

Noah haven’t seen any of his friends the whole day and they didn’t texted if they were going to be there at the library, but at least he got MC’s back. After school, he headed towards the Main Street and did his homework at the library while he waited until it was the meeting time.

MC entered the library and headed straight to him.

“Hey, Beanie Boy.” – they whispered at him.

“Hey. Glad to see that at least someone showed up.” – he greeted them back. They pulled the chair beside his and sat down.

“Of course I’d show up. It was me the one who called this meeting, did you forget?” – he rolled his eyes, making MC chuckle.

He appreciated that MC wasn’t much the talking type like him. Or maybe they was, but knowing that he wasn’t, they said nothing else and both of them fell into a comfortable silence.

The minutes passed and no one else arrived. MC started pacing anxiously around the library as Noah drummed his fingers on the table. Where the hell was everyone?

He was starting to feel frustrated and disappointed again.

“...Think anyone else will come?” – they murmured.

“I knew this was gonna happen. I just knew—” – then, before he finished that sentence, the door banged open and Lucas stormed in:

“I got suspended!”

“What? Why?” – MC asked in shock.

“Because even though I tried to do the right thing, Mr. Red is determined to ruin my life. Point is, if there’s anything in this library that can kill that bastard, Im gonna find it if it takes me all year.” – he stopped and looked around them. – “Where’s everyone else?”

“Here.” – they heard someone say.

Turning to the front door, they saw Andy walking with the girls following him. Stacy shuffled beside the Asian boy, her face red from crying. She dropped a half-eaten pint of ice cream in the trash.

“I hope you guys don’t mind if I just curl up on the floor in a ball.”

“As long as I can join you.” – Lily told the cheerleader, dropping a garment bag from the dress store over the back of a chair, before sighing heavily. – “Guys, I’m not so sure about Britney...”

“Wow. You guys... you actually came!” – Noah was surprised to see everyone there that he had to say it out loud. For the first time in years, he felt like he had their support. He had his friends back.

“Of course we came! Why wouldn’t we?” – Stacy looked confused at him. Lily grinned sheepishly:

“We need to stick together now more than ever.”

“Wow, this is getting dangerously close to group hug territory.” – with one hand still on the door, Ava tried to back out of the room, but Stacy grabbed her by the collar.

“Oh no you don’t.”

“You’re not escaping that easily.”

“Ugh. UGH.”

“You all made it...” – it was MC who said this. They was smiling widely. – “Group hug. Seriously.”

“Nooooo...” – Ava complained.

“Yes. Get in here.” – the boys chuckled as they watched MC and the girls hugging each other, with Ava sighing heavily and rolling her eyes the whole time.

“Seeeee? Not so bad.” – Stacy told her.

“Nope. I hate this. You’re all gross.”

“Aww... we love you too, Ava.” – Lily giggled.

“Okay. So here’s what comes next.” – MC said as they pulled out. – “We’re looking for anything we can find on Redfield, or his weird monsters. Or cults from the 1800s... Or coma epidemics followed by multiple deaths... Oh, or some guy named Goddard Filleus.”

Okay, that was oddly specific.

“Who’s that?” – Noah asked.

“A scholar who came to Westchester in the 1800s. He was looking for a monster that lived in the woods... and I think he found it.”

“How’d you hear about him?”

“A little Bird told me.” – they grinned at him. Whatever the hell they meant with it, Noah decided to stop asking questions and start looking for answers.

“Alright! That should be more than enough to crack this thing. Let’s get to it.” – Lucas said, looking excited for the first time in a long time.

But again, it was being useless. Hours had passed, the searching was being fruitless and morale was running low.

“We haven’t found anything on Mr. Red. Anyone have any bright ideas?” – MC asked, closing another ancient book.

“My idea-maker is fried. I haven’t eaten anything all day...” – Lucas said. – “...and I can’t stop thinking about pizza.” – Noah’s stomach growled.

“I’d settle for a cup of coffee... and maybe a new identity.” – Stacy looked as tired as him.

“I just want to go outside for a walk.”

“Pff. Okay, grandpa.” – Ava rolled her eyes to Andy. – “Personally, I just want to break something. Preferably with a hammer. And I do know a warehouse nearby where I can do just that.”

MC turned to Lucas.

“Hey, Lucas! It’s pizza time.”

“But what about—”

“Pizza. Time.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.” – he said, holding up his hands in defeat.

“Hey, make sure you bring enough to the class!” – Noah reminded them. He was starving too.

“Will do.” – MC winked at him as they and Lucas headed out.

The rest of the gang kept looking for something useful, but they got nothing. After twenty minutes, MC and Lucas were back.

“Did anyone ordered pizza?” – the Class President looked a litte less tense.

“Hell yeah!” – Andy shouted excited. The librarian shushed him. She was already being kind enough to let them eat inside.

As they dived into their pizzas – which were delicious –, Noah saw MC walking out with Ava. He wondered where in Westchester would there be a warehouse where you could just break stuff. Maybe he should ask its address to Ava later.

Ava and MC returned after a while.

“Come on, Stacy.”

“Huh?”

“You. Me. Coffee. Now.” – MC grinned at her. The cheerleader giggled.

“Gosh, how can I refuse such an eloquente invitation?”

“Can you bring me a chai?” – Lily asked them.

“Sure. Everybody text us your orders.”

They returned after other fifteen minutes. Noah’s iced coffee was great, and he felt a little energized with it.

He watched as MC and Andy left the library for a walk while he sipped on his drink. Unconsciously, his eyes would always follow and search for MC in a crowd.

“Don’t you want to take a break too, Noah?” – Lily asked him.

“Nah. I think it’s better if I keep on searching.” – he shrugged. And, to be honest, he was happy to be there, reunited with his friends.

Andy and MC soon rejoined them.

“All right, let me at those books!” – MC said, plopping down on the chair next to him. Their energy was so infectious that everyone seemed revitalized, attacking their tasks with renewed enthusiasm.

“Ooh! I just remembered there’s a rare books room in the back. Someone want to check it out with me?” – Lily proposed. Ava nodded.

“Aw yeah, if there are any ancient tomes of dark and forbidden magic in this place, that’s where they’ll be.”

“Need someone to help carry? I feel like I could lift about twenty books right now.”

“Only twnety? I thought your record was twenty-five.” – Stacy teased Andy, who rolled his eyes, still grinning.

“Let me know if you see ‘Volume II of Westchester Through the Ages’ back there. I’m almost through Volume I.” – Lucas asked the trio before they headed to the back of the library.

Noah nudged MC by his side with his elbow.

“Pass me that book, wouldja?” – he couldn’t contain a smirk too.

“Sure thing.” – they gave him the book and they dove back into research with contented smiles on their faces.

A while later, Noah heard Lily and MC talking about a children’s book. Andy approached them, telling something about a Mud Dude story.

“That’s the dirt monster! The thing that attacked me in my room!” – MC said, shock in their face. The rest of the gang clustered around them, Lily and Andy to look. They flipped through pages of unfamiliar illustrations and poems.

“’Never trust a bear’?”

“’Spiders, Snakes and Slimy Things’?” – Lucas and Stacy read some of the titles. Noah caught one too.

“’How to Teach a Dead Dog Tricks’? What kinda freaky kids’ book is this?” – he certainly had never saw or heard about it before.

MC flipped the book over to its cover, reading its title out loud:

“’Things That Live in the Woods. Poems and Drawings by... Cora Pritchard’?” – uh, that name rang a bell.

“Why does that sound so familiar?” – Lily asked, looking at her friends’ faces. Ava suddenly jumped by her side.

“I know that name! Cora Pritchard... That’s Pritch the Witch!”

“How would some old crackpot know about all this stuff?” – Noah asked her. But it was MC who answered him:

“I don’t know... but I know one way to find out.”

He saw that determined expression on their face. He knew excatly what they meant.

“We going where I think we’re going?” – MC nodded at him.

“Time to pay Pritch the Witch a visit.”

Noah and Lily shared a worried look, but they all agreed that they had to go to the old woman’s house. At least they were all going to do it. Together.

They climbed on Stacy’s and Lucas’ cars and they drove to a gravel road on the city outskirts.

“Why are we stopping?” – Andy asked from the passenger sit as Stacy parked and shut off the engine.

“There’s a gate. We’re gonna have to walk.”

“Yeah, sure, why not? How could anything bad happen to a bunch of teens all alone in the woods in the night?” – Noah said sarcastically from the backseat.

Then, he felt something warm on his hand. He looked to his side and MC looked back at him. They nodded at him, squeezing his hand slightly. That somehow was reassuring and he felt brave enough to go face Pritch the Witch.

They all piled out of Stacy’s car. Lily, Ava and Lucas did the same from his.

“So... can we just... go in?” – Lily asked, nervoulsy glancing to the woods around them.

“I’m not sure... What does that sign say?” – Lucas said, narrowing his eyes, trying to read it. Ava scrutinized the hand-painted sign partially obscured by a branch:

“Trespassers will be...’” – she lifted the branch. – “’...sacrificed’?”

“Cool. Cool cool cool.” – Noah said, as if saying it out loud would actually turn it cool and not just freaking terrifying like it was.

It wasn’t cool.

All of them tensed, sharing nervous glances.

“We’ve come this far. We can’t give up now.” – MC said, with that brave face of theirs.

Lucas held up the gate’s rusty iron chain, letting everyone duck underneath it. The gang walked deeper into the woods, surrounded by the sound of the wind. None of them said anything and Noah walked the whole way there with one hand around MC’s forearm. He felt less scared feeling their presence right next to him.

A few minutes later, they crouched in the brush outside a run-down cabin. Smoke curled from the chimney. Amber light flickered from the windows.

“Who wants to be the brave one?” – he whispered to his friends.

“I’d do it... but I don’t wanna.” – Andy whispered back.

“What if the stories are true? What if she cooks us into little clay coffins?!” – Lily was just about to freak out. Noah didn’t blame her. He wanted to get the hell out of there the minute Stacy parked the car.

...Actually, the minute MC proposed them to go there. That was the most stupid idea they have ever had.

“Maybe we can peek inside?”

“I’ll take a look.” – Ava told Lucas. Everyone turned to watch her, who remained motionless.

“...Well?” – Stacy asked.

“...Any second now.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll knock on the door.”

“MC, wait!” – Noah said, but MC was already stepping into the clearing and climbing the porch steps. They lifted their arm and knocked on the door, but got no answer. – “Hello? M-Miss Pritchard?” – they knocked again, harder, but still no answer. – “Huh. Hey guys, I don’t thinks she’s—”

But as they turned away from the door, a creature suddenly slank out from around the back. The moss creature growled at the group, ready to attack.

“Holy crap!” – Andy shouted.

“Watch out, MC!” – Lucas told them as they backed away, rejoining them. The creature stalked forward, teeth bared.

“What do we do? MC, WHAT DO WE DO?!” – Stacy yelled, freaking out. Noah was pretty sure that he had just shitted his pants.

“I...”

But then the cabin door swang open, revealing a thin figure silhouetted against the light inside.

“Holy crap... it’s her...” – the beanie boy gasped, recognising Pritch the Witch.

The old woman looked over the group... then scowled.

“Looks like we’ve got some tresspassers. You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me what yer business is... before I let my dog rip you to pieces.”

#if jane was here #noah marshall #noah x mc #ilitw noah #it lives in the woods #ilitw #playchoices #ilitw fanfic #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #playchoices fanfiction

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a-pretty-nerd · 7 years

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Relax (Rasper x reader)

A/N: Since, kind of putting it out there, I have already been getting requests for this. I’ve never done a threesome involving a girl as well, so this is new for me. However, I am 100% up to the task! As always, if this is not your cup of tea, don’t be afraid to request! ❤✌

Warning: Threesome, two girls, one guy, sex, cursing. Etc.

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Recently, things had been utterly exhausting. At night, once your head hit your pillow you were out like a light. Yet every morning you woke up still exhausted, and weak. You couldn’t let that distract you from anything though. Work around Arkadia was neccessary, and tensions were high. You slouched over a table, staring down at your breakfast, wondering how horrible it would really be if you just slept right there.

“Morning!” A voice cheered from behind you, and you jumped slightly. Raven sat down in front of you, she gave a smile, trying to her best to brighten you up. In return, you gave a small, weak, pathetic smile. “You alright?” She asked, turning her head ever so slightly.

“Just…tired.” You admitted. “Everything hurts, and I-I…ugh I don’t know how much longer I can do this Raven! I feel like I’m falling apart…” Raven gave a sympathetic gaze, and reached put her arm to gently rub your arm. It was a little comforting, but, didnt take away your pain. She was about to speak, before a figure caught her attention across the room. A very upbeat Jasper strolled into sight. He made his way towards you, and spoke as he sat down.

“Gooood Morning ladies!” He cheered. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” His changed ever so slightly. As if he was curious, and a little concerened. But not too much to stop from sipping his drink.

“She’s been wroking herseld to death.”

“I’m fine.” You protested. Raven gave you a look, a look that perfectly said, ‘yeah right’ in her perfect little Raven way.

“You don’t look fine to me. As a matter of fact, both of you have been working yourselves too hard if you ask me.” Jasper raised his brow.

“And you haven’t been working at all.” The words appeared to come as an insult, but Raven’s lips changed them. The sentence flowed out as more of an observation, and worry.

“Thats not the point. The point is, that you two deserve some relaxation.”

“I’ll relax when we don’t have to worry about impending war, that doesn’t even make any sense, or another nuclear apocalypse.” You spat. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” And with that, you walked off. Raven and Jasper looked at one another. Equally worried, and concerned about you. You went about your day as normal. You worked yourself to death practically another day. You just had to deliver this one pack of parts to Raven before your day ended. Logically, she would be where she always was, in that one room full of computers, and gadgets, and what have you. The doors slid open, only to find Jasper leaning against the table placed in the center of the room. He looked around the room, as if studying it. Eventually, his gaze found you.

“Oh, Y/N. How’s it going?”

“Wheres Raven, I just came to drop this off.” You held up a small back, and then set it down on the table. Jasper walked over, and picked up the object. He quickly became bored of it, and set it back down.

“I don’t know. She went out.”

“Then why are you here?” Jasper just shrugged, and leaned in slightly.

“You look like you could use some fun.”

“I don’t have time for fun Jasper, I-” You were cut off by Jasper kissing you. His lips, surprisingly sweet, and the kiss passionate. It forced a small moan out of you. He pulled you in closer when he wrapped his arounds around your waist. “J-Jasper what the hell.” You whispered once the kiss was broken.

“Hussssshhhhh” He cooed, taking you by the ass and sitting you on the table. It was easier for the tall man to kiss you this way. Easier for his hands to roam over your body, and easier for him to take off your clothes. You didnt have the energy to fight it, like you even wanted to in the first place. Every kiss sent a tingling sensation down your neck, and everytime he groped you, you moaned. He smiled into every kiss, enjoying how you responded so eagerly, and wantingly. He took off your pants, ran his hands up and down your legs before taking off your panties. He smiled, and licked his lips. Without even a second to lose, his lips were on you. He sloppoly licked, and sucked. You moaned, and leaned your head back as he worked you.

“Jesus Christ!” Raven shouted, as the doors slid open.

“Oh hey Raven.” Jasper pulled away from you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

“I was just helping Y/N relax a little.”

“Well, you’re not going to help anyone relax like that. Move.” Raven pushed Jasper to the side, Jasper’s crooked smile widening as he watched Raven. You gasped as Raven started. Already she was incredibly better. She knee just where to lick, where to suck. What to do to make you go crazy. She slid a finger into your now dripping wet pussy, and curled up. You were in a suched a pleasure clouded state, you barley realized that Jasper had climbed up onto the table. He had removed him shirt, and taken how incredibly hard throbbing cock out of his pants. He stood above you, turning your head and pressing his tip against your lips. Without hesitation, you took his cock into your mouth. He gently thrusted into your mouth, as you were too distracted by Raven’s incredible talent to do much else. Jasper grunted softly with pleasure, as you moaned from Raven. Pretty soon, you couldn’t do anything but let Jasper slowly fuck your mouth while you came around Raven’s fingers. Jasper removed himself from your lips, as Raven stood. She was already removing her clothes, as was Jasper. She kissed you, her tongue tracing circles over yours. Hardly any words were exchanged, but Jasper stood between the two of you, allowing you to lick and suck his cock some more. Raven begrudgingly did the same. Jasper gave moans of pleasure before Raven pulled away, the two of them guided you to lay down on the table. Jasper at your hips, and knelt down, and took your legs into his hands. He propped your hips up slightly, just so he could get a better angle. Before you knew it, his cock was sliding into your pussy.

“F-Fuck.” He grunted, as he started to pump in and out of you. You whimpered and moaned as Jasper began to fuck you.

“My turn.” Raven hummed, now the three of you completely naked, she sat over you. Her pussy perfectly placed above your mouth. She waved herself above you slightly until you took the chance, and started licking at her clit. She moaned softly as you did your best to return the favor. She made you cum, now you were determined to make her cum as well. After all, she deserved relaxation too. It was a little hard at first to concentrate, but with her moans encouraging you, you found the perfect spots. She moaned and whimpered your name as you licked and sucked her as she did you. All the while trying to do this while Jasper’s hard cock rammed into you. Your own orgasm was so close, yet again. You whimpered into Raven’s wet pussy as you worked her, forcing vibrations through her skin, driving her even more. She cried out in pleasure as she came, allowing some of her own orgasm to splash onto your face. Quickly she crawled down, she she was now facing you. She licked herself off of you before kissing you.

“Me too Jasper.” She moan. With an almost surprised look, Jasper pulled himself out of you, forcing you to whimper. You were so close to cumming. He gropped Raven’s ass before sliding into her pussy. He waisted no time, before Raven knew it, he was slamming into her. She became a moaning mess above you. You watched her eyes roll back into her head. You reached out and kissed you passionately, letting your hands grope her breasts, and even stroke cirles around her clit. She gasped at that, arched her back, and let her mouth hang open. Within a matter of seconds she came. You kissed her again, she appeared drained almost, letting herseld close her eyes. Suddenly you felt the familiar feeling of Jasper’s big hard cock slide back into you. Filling out once again.

“Feel good?” Jasper asked through grunts, still cocky about making Raven cum. He fucked you, hard, and fast. His hips bucking into yours. “F-Fuck I-Im gonna cum!” He cried. You gasped, you were so close, again. You cried out in pleasure as you came around his cock, feeling his member twitch. He didn’t have time to pull out. He gripped your hips with everything he had, and came. His mouth hung open, and his body shook as he poured himself into you. You came down from your own high to find Raven climbing off of you, and watching as Jasper emptied himself into you. He cursed your name, and once finished. He looked down at you, and kissed you. He looked up to see Raven, exhausted and satisfied. They looked down at you, breathing heavily, and with hodded eyes. You could barley keep your eyes open, you fell asleep right there on the table. Satisfied to all hell.

“Damn.” Jasper pulled out of you, a little shocked when he saw how much of his cum started to ooze out of you. “Now I’m exhausted.”

“Help me get her dressed, and get her to bed.” Raven ordered, getting dressed.

“What? No snuggling?” Jasper joked.

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Okay, so this turned out to be hotter than I originally anticipated. As always, don'tbe afraidto request! ✌❤

#jasper jordan #raven reyes #jasper jordan x reader smut #raven reyes x reader #smut #the 100 smut #rasper x reader

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unlikely-savage · 6 years

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Xavier: -clears work off coffee table and throws it under something somewhere-

Xavier: -puts champagne glasses and snacks on coffee table-

Xavier: Okay I think that's everything.

Aurora: *smiles and hugs him from behind* You're such a good host. It's really cute

Xavier: I'm just nervous your friend will hate me. -sighs-

Lux: *walking with Rosemary* What if I dont get along with your friend's boyfriend?

Lux: What if hes a republican?

Aurora: Dont worry, silly! *turns him around and kisses his nose* she'll love you! I havent met her boyfriend yet though

Rosemary: If h-he's a republican th-then we can both tell A-Aurora she needs to s-stop seeing him. -nods before giggling-

Xavier: -pecks aurora on the lips and smiles- As long as he isn't republican it'll all be fine.

Lux: *smiles* Can we get into an argument with him first if he is? I'd like to at least mess with him a little *nudges her and laughs*

Aurora: *lightly hits his arm* even if he is, be nice!

Xavier: If he's a republican, no promises.

Rosemary: -bites her lip and giggles when they get to the door- -rings doorbell-

Aurora: Ill get it! *runs to door and opens it*

Lux: *holds up bottle of wine* Greetings!

Xavier: -walks behind her and goes to the door-

Xavier: -wide eyes- Lux?!

Rosemary: -looks at Lux and then Xavier- Y-You two know e-each other? -confused face-

Lux: *blinks then smiles* Xavier! I didnt know this was your place! *walks in and gives him a bro hug*

Aurora: Oh uh *smiles* I guess we can skip that intro then! Uh Rosemary, this is Xavier, Xavier this is Rosemary

Xavier: -bro hugs- Good to see you! So I see you're doing well then. -chuckles and nods at Rosemary and holds out a hand for hi to shake- Hi.

Rosemary: -blinks and shakes Xavier's hand- H-Hello.

Xavier: Come on in. -leads everybody into apartment and closes the door-

Rosemary: -walks in and is prolly standing awkwardly coz shes rosemary- S-So how do y-you guys kn-know each other?

Lux: *smiles at Xavier* lets just say, we helped each other out

Aurora: *clasps her hands together* Oh well how wonderful! I'm so glad everyone can get along now

Xavier: Wait. I never asked. Lux, you aren't a republican, right?

Rosemary: -starts giggling and ends up laughing like a maniac bc thats what lux was worried about-

Lux: *laughs with Rosemary and leans on her for support because hes laughing so much* Oh god *wipes eye* never. I'd rather lose my magic

Xavier: -looks at them like they're crazy but chuckles- Good.

Aurora: *giggles* See, Xavier? Nothing to worry about

Xavier: Right. -smiles and throws an arm around her shoulders-

Aurora: *grabs Rosemary's hand and starts yanking her into the kitchen* Come on! Help me finish up the food

Rosemary: -is dragged to the kitchen- B-But I c-can't cook!

Aurora: *giggles* Thats alright! That's what magic is for

Lux: *stands there with Xavier and chuckles* I see you worked out your woman troubles

Rosemary: -goes into kitchen and sighs- B-But I don't h-have magic!

Xavier: -grins back at him- I see you did too.

Xavier: I mean I know I made a guess about what she was like but I'm surprised I got everything right. Even down to the stutter. -chuckles-

Aurora: *starts using magic to move ingrediants and stuff around as she pours them something to drink* *smiles* I like Lux! You two look like youre realling in love

Lux: *chuckles* Yes, shes a real doll. I happen to think her stutter is cute *laughs*

Rosemary: -smiles and blushes and leans against a counter and plays with her hair- W-We do?

Xavier: -rolls his eyes and laughs- Of course you do.

Aurora: Mhm! *hands her a glass* Im so happy things for you both worked out. I can sense how happy you both are. Its like you two even have the same mind, I mean you both started laughing at the same time *giggles*

Rosemary: -smiles and takes the glass- I-It's just th-that he was worried X-Xavier would be a r-republican too. -giggles-

Lux: Isnt she adorable though! *tries to peak into the kitchen* Thanks for knocking some sense in me *nods, smiling* Youre a true friend

Aurora: *laughs into her hand and takes a sip* Really? How funny. Our boys have like the same mind

Xavier: Same goes to you. -chuckles when he tries to look into the kitchen- If it weren't for you I think I'd be breaking her heart. Thanks.

Rosemary: -giggles and drinks a bit- I'm not sure i-if that's hilarious or t-terrifying.

Lux: *gives him a noogie* You would be! And youd be sad because you let her get away!

Xavier: -chuckles and pushes him off- Thanks for kicking my ass into telling her, though. Sex is /so/ much better without the pretense of no feelings.

Aurora: A mix of both *continues waving her hands to do magic* I mean, they both hate republicans and enjoy coitus *giggles*

Rosemary: -blushes super red and drinks more- -how she still finds sex embarrassing is a mystery to us all-

Lux: *nods all proud* Anything for a fellow brother having lady troubles! *laughs* I agree though. Its nice to be able to tell Rosemary I love her now and not be afraid of what she'll say

Aurora: *giggles* Has it gotten better since you two started dating?

Xavier: -hands Lux a drink from the coffee table and gets one for himself and holds up his glass- To being able to tell our women we love them.

Rosemary: -blushes super red and drinks and nods and tries to hide a really big smile-

Lux: *clinks drinks with him* Salute! *takes a sip* Howd you finally do it?

Aurora: *squeals and playfully pokes her* I can see it on your face!

Xavier: -drinks before sighing- It wasn't pretty. I mean the catalyst was her having a fling with her ex but then she told me she loved me and I couldn't say I didn't love her back because I was tired of lying.

Rosemary: -giggles and playfully slaps her hand away-Sh-Shut up!

Lux: *sucks in air* Sheesh, thats harsh. At least she cares for you more though, thats what matters. My psycho ex tried to convince Rosemary I was just using her *sighs* so then thats when i had to tell her the truth about how I really felt. i couldnt have her thinking any of that bullshit was true. It was just the right time to tell her how i felt

Aurora: *smiles and whispers* to be honest, I feel the same with Xavier and I's sex life

Xavier: We're stronger for it. -thinks for a second- Is your ex the girl that moved in and after a few days was sent a vibrator with a note saying "it's not as good as the original, but that one's mine"? -is in the news and knows everything that goes on shhhh dont question it-

Rosemary: -blushes- L-Lux is just r-really... -bites lip- g-good at what he does.

Lux: *laughs* Yeah.. that was Rosemary's doing *chuckles as he takes a sip of his drink* Howd you know?

Xavier: -chuckles and takes a drink- Lucky guess.

Aurora: *giggles* .... say, Rosemary, have you ever thought of having kids?

Rosemary: -looks up at her and thinks for a second- N-Not really. Why?

Lux: Youre good at guessing, my friend. You're two for two right now *laughs* Ugh *tries to look into the kitchen again* I cant believe they shut us out for girl talk. I want to see Rosemary try and cook! Itd be adorable

Aurora: *starts manually cooking and shrugs lightly* Oh uh I just.. i dont know, it just popped into my head the other day

Xavier: -outright laughs at him- You really love her, don't you?

Rosemary: -tries to help and is awkward and stuff- Wh-What? Are you thinking of h-having kids?

Lux: *smiles like an idiot* Can you tell?

Xavier: -rolls his eyes- You're like a lovesick puppy I swear.

Aurora: *hands her a spoon* I er.. I had a scare the other day *covers her mouth* Shhhh! Dont say anything to Xavier or Lux! But uh *bites lip* it was a false alarm but you know...

Rosemary: -wide eyes- -hushed yell- RORA! -hushes and goes up to her- Are you sure it was only a scare?

Lux: *chuckles* Shes more of the puppy than I am (haha get it cause werewolf) *sits down on couch and grabs a snack* You cant tell me you dont think shes absolutely beautiful! *chuckles* Shes so damn cute

Aurora: I er.. I-I dont know... *bites lip*

Xavier: -sits on the couch next to him and eats a bit and chuckles- She's very pretty.

Rosemary: -wide eyes- H-haven't you been u-using p-protection?!?

Lux: Shes more than pretty! *chuckles and nudges him* You cant make fun of me though, youre a little bit love sick too if Aurora turned you from a cold sex addict to a boyfriend *laughs*

Xavier: -chuckles and shoves him- Shut up.

Aurora: Yes!.. Sometimes! M-most of the time! A-and its never been a problem because usually i just use a spell but I-I dont think it works over time though

Lux: *wiggles eyebrows* Admit it, you're just a teeny bit whipped

Rosemary: R-Rora! -hugs her- H-Have you been s-sick?! A-Are you late with your b-bleeding? -wide eyes and is super worried-

Xavier: Little bit. -laughs and drinks-

Aurora: I-Im late but *shakes head* I-Itll be fine! *rubs her stomache* Ill just uh *bites lip* ill terminate it

Lux: *gives him a look* Bullshit *laughs*

Rosemary: W-Without telling Xavier?

Xavier: -chuckles- Okay, I'm whipped. -sighs and takes another drink- What can I say? I'd do anything for her.

Aurora: *shakes head* O-Oh god no! I-I couldnt tell him!

Rosemary: -tilts her head to the side and looks at her confused- Why?

Lux: *chuckles* Same with Rosemary. I'd protect her no matter what. I'd give my right arm before I let anything happen to that sweet angel

Aurora: *looks down* B-Because he has work and he probably still wants to live his life, n-not have a kid

Xavier: You know I used to never sleep? I would always stay up working myself sick until I passed out from pure exhaustion. -sighs and smiles a bit- Since I've met Aurora, I've been able to get to sleep because she's with me and she makes sure I don't work too hard and -sighs and smiles- she keeps me sane.

Rosemary: But he l-loves you. I-If that doesn't m-mean he w-would drop everything f-for you, wh-what does?

Lux: Really? *smiles* That's really sweet *nudges him with his elbow* that's cute that you care about her that much that shes like sort of your relaxer. *smiles* Rosemary does the same thing. She calms me down, and well I do my thing *smirks and takes a sip of his drink cause eyyyy sex*

Aurora: I-I couldnt ask him to do that though! T-thats not fair! *sighs* Besides, I'm only twenty...

Xavier: -chuckles and drinks- You really are shameless.

Lux: *smirks and shrugs* Shes not complaining

Rosemary: I-If you are p-pregnant... You sh-should tell him. Wh-Whether or not you keep it sh-should be a decision y-you make t-together.

Xavier: -covers his face and groans- Please stop.

Aurora: *bites lip* I-I dont want him to get mad though! *puts face in hands and sighs* Its all my fault. I wasnt being careful enough..

Lux: Hey, Im just very proud of the exquisite sex life I have been blessed with! *raises his glass*

Rosemary: -hugs her and kisses her forehead- He won't get mad.

Xavier: -laughs and raises his glass- To sex! -drinks-

Aurora: *frowns and hugs her back* He'll think im an idiot...

Lux: To the coitus! *clinks glasses* I was thinking of asking Rosemary to move in with me. I mean, she practically lives in my home now anyway *laughs*

Rosemary: -sighs- No he won't.

Xavier: I've been thinking about the same thing for Aurora. I mean, her clothes take up most of my closet space, and my apartment is closer to her first class most days than her dorm is. Besides, I like having her around.

Aurora: I-Im just afraid to lose him.. I love him so much and just... *sighs* everyone leaves. I just want him to stay...

Rosemary: -lightly bonks her on the head- Y-You can be s-so silly. -shakes her head- H-He won't leave you. Ever.

Lux: *chuckles* Rosemary always leaves something at my house when shes in a rush to get out. Its really cute. I made a drawer for her stuff so she might as well move in. I love waking up to her next to me in the morning and having the smell of her in my bed. Itd be nice to have that everyday.

Aurora: *frowns* thats what I thought about my dad and Kade..

Xavier: When are you gunna ask her to move in?

Rosemary: N-Not everyone i-is like th-them. -small smile- I s-see the way he l-looks at you.

Lux: *smiles down at his empty glass* Maybe when the ball drops? I think thatd be a nice start to the new year. Whaddaya think?

Aurora: *holds hand to her chest* I just dont know who will stay and who wont anymore..

Xavier: You are so corny.

Rosemary: He will. Trust that.

Lux: And you have a better idea to ask Aurora?

Aurora: *sighs* S-should I tell him soon?

Rosemary: Wh-When the ball drops.

Aurora: *gulps* Y-you sure?

Xavier: Not sure.

Rosemary: Y-Yes.

Xavier: -looks at the time- GIRLS! GET IN HERE! -turns on tv- Five minutes to the new year!

Aurora: oh god *gulps and walks in squeezing Rosemary's arm*

Rosemary: -squeezes her hand and smiles before walking over to Lux and pecking him on the cheek-

Lux: *countdown starts* Its almost time! *hugs Rosemary super tight and attacks her cheek with kisses*

Rosemary: -giggles and kisses him back-

Aurora: I uh *lightly tugs and Xavier's sleeve and whispers* X-Xavier I have to tell you something

Xavier: -holds Aurora close and smiles at her and kisses her nose- What is it, darling?

Lux: 5.. 4... *whispers in Rosemary's ear* You want to do me the honor of being my new years kiss? *kisses her neck a little and chuckles*

Aurora: I u-uh *bites lip and looks up really nervously at him*

Xavier: -looks at her concerned- Are you alright darling?

Rosemary: 3...2... -smiles and kisses him when the ball drops-

Lux: *kisses her backs and spins her* *chuckles and puts his forehead against hers* Rosemary, my love, would you like to move in with me? I'd enjoy waking up to your beautiful smile every morning each day of this year *kisses her nose*

Aurora: *ball drops* I-I'm pregnant.

Rosemary: -gasps and giggles and jumps into his arms- Y-Yes!! Of course!!

Xavier: -wide eyes for a second before he smiles and picks her up and swings her around and kisses her really sweetly-

Lux: *chuckles and kisses her* I can just expand my house with magic, itll be wonderful! We can decorate it however you like *kisses her*

Aurora: *bites lip* Y-youre not mad..? Y-youre not breaking up with me?......

Rosemary: -giggles and smiles and kisses him- I-I love you.

Lux: I love you more, angel *kisses her jaw and chuckles* More than you could possibly imagine

Xavier: -looks at her like she's insane- Why the hell would I be mad? -smiles like an idiot and kisses her- You want to keep it, right?

Rosemary: -wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him for a bit before she snaps back to reality- R-Rora! -grabs Lux's hand and runs over to her and Xavier- D-Did you tell him?

Aurora: *frowns* Because... my dad didnt want kids when my mom told him she was pregant. And also you have work and I dont want to hold you back from anything..... I uh.. c-can we talk about this alone?

Aurora: *looks over at Rosemary* Y-yeah *nods*

Lux: Tell em' what? *tilts head*

Xavier: -looks at Rora- Should I tell him?

Aurora: *smiles a little and nods* G-go ahead

Xavier: -looks at Lux and grins like an idiot- She's pregnant. Now, if you'll excuse us for a bit we need to talk. -smiles and takes Aurora's hand and leads her to the bedroom so they can talk about things and closes door-

Rosemary: -nods and shoos them away and smiles-

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