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hitomisuzuya · 8 months

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Catboy! Scaramouche x fem!reader Smut. Scenting. Breeding. Possessive behavior. A dash of Somnophilia. Catboy!Scara in heat. Choking. Some humor. Yandere!Scaramouche

I know I should be working on requests, but I have always wanted to try my hand at writing something like this. It's never a bad thing to expand one's horizons. I may end up making it a series.

You found Scaramouche injured and starving on your way home one day. You couldn't bear to leave him out in the rain in pain with no food, so you took him home with you. He hissed a little a you when you picked him up, and wrapped him in your jacket.

With some bristling from him, you got his leg bandaged and got him dried off. He turned his nose up anything you gave him to eat. He seemed to have a sensor for anything bought cheap at the grocery store. He finally found tuna that was on the more expensive side, and some warm milk suitable.

You stayed up all night with Scaramouche, reading to him. He lay curled up on one of your pillows on the other end of the bed. You were patient with him, since it seemed like he had been through a lot, and it was typical for cats to be stand offish to begin with.

You didn't fall asleep until he did. When you opened your eyes the next day, you saw that he had moved a little closer to you on the bed, peering curiously at you. He scampered backwards on the bed the second you woke up.

You affectionately named him Scarameow, to which he hissed at, but gradually accepted. You nursed the grumpy ball of fluff back to health. You noticed that little by little, he peered around corners, glaring at you, getting a little closer to you everyday.

Until one day, he hoped up on the couch while you were watching TV. He curled up in a ball next to you, and you swore you could hear purring for a few moments.

You hesitantly reached out to pet him. Usually, he fought you every step of the way when you wanted to show him affection, hissing at you and clawing at your hands. Sometimes he stayed in your lap for a little bit of time.

He hissed quietly at you before accepting your touch. He even seemed to like it because he moved his head into your hand. That night, he hoped up on the bed with you, deciding he wanted to fall asleep with you that night.

One day, you heard him meowing, motioning up at your bookshelf with his paw. "You want me to read to you?" You asked, to which he flicked his tail..and nodded? You thought it was funny how he even seemed to pick the book. It was the book you'd read to him from the first night you brought him home.

After that, Scaramouche started acting different around you. He was distant, avoiding you whenever he possibly could. You see, his rut was approaching and he'd accidentally walked into your room while you were changing.

You hardly saw him for two or three days.

One day, you came home to hear husky moans coming from the living room. You were startled to discover that your grumpy purple cat was nowhere to be found, but a boy with cat ears and a tail.

He laying on the couch, fisting his cock while he rutted into his hand. You could see layers of cum on his hand. His ears flattened instantly when he saw you. "Shit!" He cursed, hissing as he leapt up off the couch.

He went back into his cat form, darting off into the spare bedroom he always hide from you in. You now discovered that you didn't have a cat, but a hybrid, who grumbled that his name was Scaramouche when he came out of hiding, dressed in clothes that you didn't know where they came from.

Scaramouche had been up to things when you weren't home. He was scenting your clothes and your bed sheets with his scent. And in the middle of the night, in his cat form, he was scenting you while you slept. It wasn't long before he started sleeping next you in his human form, holding you curled against his chest.

He'd done nothing but jack himself off to thoughts of you naked when you weren't in the house. He would rub your panties on his cock, his indigo eyes squeezed shut as he fantasized about pinning you underneath him and fucking you full of his cum.

Your scent was starting to overwhelm him, you didn't know that you were walking around smelling like him. You were his. You shouldn't want to leave him alone when you went out. He started protesting when you told him you had to go out, and he insisted on going with you.

The night you told him you were going to animal sanctuary see a fox, Scaramouche got especially grumpy. He hated that you were going there, hated that you might be bringing another hybrid home.

He avoided you the entire time when you got back home. He crawled into bed with you after you fell asleep. He scented you, pumping his cock between your thighs, making sure his cum got on the insides of your thighs and near your cunt.

Scaramouche knew he couldn't keep doing this forever, you were sure to wake up during it. He'd come dangerously close to fucking you while you slept, itching to claw at and bite into your skin and mark you up as much as possible.

He had to do something. You were accepting and even seemed to like it the few times he'd gotten handsy with you in small fits of lust that he couldn't hold back, biting your lips swollen when he kissed you. He hadn't been able to stop his hands from roaming over your body.

Scaramouche never forgot the feeling of you shivering from his touches for the first time.

When being around you during his rut became too much to bear, Scaramouche pinned you against the wall, grinding against you as he licked up your neck. "Let me fuck you, let me breed you," He groaned, fighting the urge to tear off your clothes as he grinded his throbbing cock between your legs, "I don't think I can hold myself back anymore."

He enjoyed reducing you to a moaning, drooling mess underneath him, your fingernails clawing into his back. He fucked his cock so deep into you your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

His teeth ground and sucked dark bruises onto your skin, his fingers pressing more bruises just as deep possessively on your body.

Scaramouche hissed angrily when your hand reached out to pull one of his ears, a knee jerk reaction to your walls clamping tight around his cock as he kissed it deep into your sweet spot. His ears were always sensitive, his cock throbbing from having his ear pulled. "You slut," He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing until you squirted on his cock.

His body shuddered in pleasure when he cummed inside of you. After fucking his cum inside of you, he licked you clean, eating you out until you were babbling and begging to cum inside of you again.

"What a cock drunk slut you are, you want to be bred that badly, hm?" Scaramouche gave your clit a few long sicks before he flipped you over, tugging your hips up to push his cock back inside of you.

During the rest of his heat, Scaramouche kept you isolated from everyone else, fucking you sometimes from hours in fits of frenzied lust.

As the day of when the fox hybrid was supposed to be coming home with you, he got especially aggressive and dominant with you while he was fucking you. It was already driving him crazy how you were starting to smell like the fox hybrid whom he'd heard you call Childe.

Imagine your surprise when one day, Scaramouche turned up with two other hybrids that looked nearly identical to him. They were named Wanderer and Kunikuzushi.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #modern au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #yandere scaramouche

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petrapalerno · 2 months

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #4

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, breath play, and violence.

MASTER POST

You reach for him, but find nothing but a fistful of purple fur. Maybe he’s finally gone back to the orgy and found something else to rut.

You blink, trying to clear your crusted eyes of sleep. Could you even find your way back to the spawning pits on your own? You weren’t really paying attention to what direction he walked when you were slung over his shoulder.

He couldn’t have walked that far, could he?

With a deep breath, you push your body up to sit; every muscle feels overworked and stiff as you move. Bringing your hands down to your pussy, you wince.

Being overworked is an understatement. You’re ninety-nine percent sure that you’ve torn something.

Sure, you like it rough, but everyone’s got a limit. You could stay here one more night and soldier back to the pits for more fun before you’re taken to the Volkroth nesting grounds.

The actual giving birth part of the breeding program isn’t really the thing that excites you, but it’s kind of package deal. Luckily, you’ve been assured that the gestation time is short and birth is much easier than for normal humans. The Volkroth deliver very undeveloped young and are brought to term outside the body at the nesting grounds.

When it was being described to you, they made it seem like they reproduced similarly to pandas or kangaroos— but no pouch was required. The tiny baby bean goes into some kind of pod, and you can go about getting fucked roughly for the rest of the spawning season. They raise the young communally too, so there’s no expectation of parenting for you either.

Looking at the sheer size of the Volkroth, the whole idea of a tiny bean of a baby seems ludicrous. But then again, you’re no expert on alien reproduction.

You’re just here to be ripped apart, and you’ve still got three months left until the spawning season ends. One rest day won’t put that big a damper on your orgy fun, will it?

The fire you slept next to is low, and you nudge a puck of the fuel you saw Drohako stoke it with last night into the flames. They instantaneously spark and the fire greedily engulfs the puck of dried vegetation and mud.

You’re just about to lie back down when you hear grunting and the hide that covers the cave’s entrance flies open.

The sun blasts into the cave, and your eyes struggle to adjust to the alien sun’s intensity. Slowly, two forms begin to block out the light.

Drohako stands, one arm up, holding the lead to some huge alien animal. As he guides it through the opening, it limps on one of its four legs.

“Stupid Grasyi, I hope the run was worth it.” He barks at the beast that looks like a cross between a Bengal tiger and a moose. As he ties the animal up, you see its legs are far too tall to belong to a big cat, but its blocky head is feline. A set of large and branching black antlers curl around his head. Its striped yellow fur is thick and fluffy, but you can tell it masks how vicious the beast is. The animal’s almond eyes flick over to you as it licks its lips lazily, revealing a viciously sharp set of teeth, it's incisors lengthening out like a snakes fangs.

“Drohako?”

“Who else would it be?” He turns to me, annoyed and scowling.

“I don’t know. I figured you headed back to the spawning pits. Don’t get pissy with me.” I stand slowly and with a great deal of shaking effort.

“And now you’re hurt, too? You, little human, might have eyes bigger than your cunt.” He gestures down to his crotch. His massive cocks are covered with some kind of loincloth. It does little to hide his thunder, so to speak.

You scoff, but he’s probably not wrong. Taking a step forward, your knees unexpectedly give out. Closing your eyes, you expect to fall face first into the fire.

You feel the heat on your cheeks, but not the licking sting of the flames. Bringing your hand up to your chest, you feel Drohako’s brawny forearm. It grips your chest tightly, holding you just above the fire.

“You move pretty fast for a big guy,” you chirp, still woozy.

“You are injured,” he tells you earnestly.

“No shit, Sherlock,” you mutter under your breath, and he pulls you into his arms.

“You will tell me next time you’re injured. You won’t be stupid like this again,” He scolds as we walk further into the cave.

My stomach grumbles and clenches uncomfortably. “Maybe I’m just hungry.”

Drohako groans, “You are both, and you’ve informed me of neither.”

“Sorry, I thought you hit it and quit it,” I laugh. “I’m sure I would have figured it out once I made it back to the spawning pits—“

Drohako wraps his hand around your hair and tugs your head back hard.

“You are not going back to the spawning pits. In fact, you will not leave the home cave,” he seethes.

“What? Were you serious last night? Isn’t that the point of me being here?” He steps over some kind of ledge, and you realize he’s lowering you both into the hot spring you saw last night.

Drohako tucks his legs under him, sitting over his crossed ankles, and cradles you as he slowly brings your body under the water’s surface. Now that you’re actually in it, you don’t think it’s water. It’s not sticky, but it is thick like syrup. It clings to your body and displaces in ways that water wouldn’t. As you lay across his lap, he looks at you with a sour scowl and tugs your hair back into the pool, “Hold your breath.”

You don’t do it fast enough, and some water gets into your nose and lungs. You choke when he lets you up, gasping for air and forcing the warm water out of your chest.

“What the fuck? You’re mad that I’m injured, so you try to drown me?” You sputter at him.

“The frustrating fact that you have no self-preservation skills, and also can’t follow instructions, isn’t my fault…now is it? Quit complaining before I gag you again. The planet’s blood is healing.” He acts like he would rather do anything other than caring for you…but does it all the same.

“Planet’s blood? Healing?” You ask, but realize that he’s right. Your muscles are relaxing, and even your crotch isn’t as sore.

“How injured is your cunt?” He asks as if you’re talking about the weather.

“It’s sore,” you say, trying to mitigate how painful it actually is.

With a sigh and an eye roll, he spins you so that your head rests just below his pecs. You feel pint-sized when he’s manhandling you.

You don’t resist when he pulls your knees apart wide enough so that your feet fall on the outside of his own legs. You watch him with curiosity as he slides a big purple hand between your legs. He rubs broadly over your mound and lips, working the healing water over your pussy.

You ease into him as some of the stinging is instantly soothed.

Your mouth parts as his hand dips lower, and two of his thick fingers run up and down the lips of my pussy before pressing into you entrance. You flinch slightly as he touches your torn skin.

“I should fuck you even rawer for not telling me you were hurt,” he says through gritted teeth.

You wonder if maybe he actually did scrambled something in your brain when slammed it into the ground. A cord tightens inside you as your arousal grows. It would fucking hurt, but in a way, you feel you would like.

You buck your hips a little, maybe giving him the gentle nudge he needs to fucking wreck you again.

His other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing the sides hard. You bite your lip, unable to help the warmth spreading over your body.

“You are an insolent thing who will only get fucked once she listens. You’re going to have to earn these cocks.”

You expect him to move his hands a little faster, perhaps slipping at least one of his cocks up into you.

But he doesn’t. He rubs your torn pussy slowly, and you can almost feel it mending itself, thanks to the weird alien liquid. The new skin that grows is more sensitive than what was there before, and it doesn’t help you lessen your arousal.

“Do you want this seed filling your belly, growing my spawn?” He breathes into your ear, and all the while, his hands move torturously slowly on your no longer painful pussy.

“Yes,” you sigh as he squeezes your neck all the harder.

“Do you want your tight little human cunt to milk these cocks?” He rasps, letting his fingers find your clit. Because the liquid your in, the planet’s blood, is thick and viscous, it lets him glide over the sensitive spot at your pussy’s apex with ease.

Your legs shake as he runs circles around the bundle of nerves, your muscles clasping, begging to be filled up with his thick cocks. You want to feel the delicious swell of his knotting dicks again.

“Please Drohako,” you moan, arching up.

“Do you want to come, little human?” He bites your ear lobe hard.

“Fuck yes,” you say, so close to the edge of no return.

“Then you will fucking listen to me from now on,” his tone changes from sensual to angry in the span of a heartbeat.

You’re surprised when he stops petting your pussy and pushes your knees shut. You're still throbbing with need when he pushes you forward into the pool so he can leave it.

“Did you really just do that?” You pant as you watch him walk back toward the front of the cave, pushing your own hand between your thighs. If you don’t find your release, you feel like you’ll explode and your fingers work furiously, trying to expedite your own ecstasy.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself,” his voice booms as he snarls at you. You jump almost as much as the strange creature tied up by the cave’s entrance. “You will come only when I allow it, and right now, you don’t deserve it.”

Oh. This is a thing, a thing you like. Do you get off on withholding?

“You will let your body heal, you will eat the food I’m about to bring you, and you will stop talking about returning to the spawning pits. You took my knot, you are my mate.” He balls his fists up. “I will teach you some gods’ damn discipline if it’s the last fucking thing I do,” His purple face is flushed near blue as he points an accusatory finger at you.

“Your mate?” You ask, bewildered.

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kitten4sannie · 7 months

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*slams door open for the seance* I am going to throw my two favorite sans together - demon cat boy. Imagine San as a nekomata, a demon cat with two tails, who’s been sneaking around humanity for a good century or two. He’s had his tricks and pranks with humans, always wandering, never staying in one place too long.

Until he meets you.

There’s just something about you draws him to you, and before he knows it he’s made your home his home. If you’re suspicious of the fact he has two tails, it doesn’t show much, just that you make sure to pet each tail with equal amount of love.

San loves the fact you praise him and spoil him, and he takes full advantage of your affection. He’s a cuddle whore, always in your lap kneading away in happiness with loud purrs.

But then he hears you one night, in your room, door closed to keep him out. He knows you’re getting off in your room, writhing on your bed, trying to imitate the satisfaction that only a lover could give you. And oh the sounds you make. So beautiful. And he can’t help but imagine what kind of sounds you’d make beneath him as he’d ruin you over and over again through the entire night.

San was always good at having patience, but now? With him palming his cock, tail twitching, as he listens to you through the door? His patience has worn thin, especially since it’s been quite a while since he’s slept with another being. And besides, it was only considerate of him to return the love you gave to him, right?

(Anyway just a thought I thought you’d might enjoy. Congrats on your 3K milestone! 🤭)

roo !!!! OH MY GODDDDD. i’ve told you before and i tell you again: you are a geniusss for this idea like you’re out here playing 4D chess while everyone’s still trying to figure out checkers sksk like holy shit nekomata san ….. demon !! cat boy !! sannie !!! me and the spirits are all staring at each other in disbelief rn hdjshd anyways i hope you enjoy :3 <333

⛧ seance smutfest ⛧

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: dom! san (he’s a little meanie in this), sub! fem reader (has a few tricks up her sleeve <3), san has cat hybrid/demon characteristics, he also has two cocks btw *cough*, pet names, praise, teasing, some outright disgusting romantic behavior (and a few L bombs??? *gasp* lesbians <3 no i’m jk sksjh i wish 😔), like one cat pun okayyy, kissing, possessiveness, olfactophilia, brief almost mutual masturbation, oral (receiving), squirting, double penetration in one hole (i mean…i had to yk?), creampie, cum kink idk

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Just like every other night, you sat in your living room watching a new series on some overpriced streaming service with your dear companion curled up with his head resting on your lap, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence. You found yourself moving your hands through his obscenely soft jet black hair for what seemed like hours, giving the purring demon’s shifting ears and dual tails the occasional loving stroke.

You enjoyed physical touch as much as the next person, but San was a different breed. He enjoyed it so much, he couldn’t keep himself from reciprocating in order to show his immeasurable appreciation and desire for you. That explained the deep, reverberating purrs that were coming from his chest, the coy little look he was giving you past his long eyelashes from below, his pink lips parted like he was waiting for you to say or do something. What, you didn’t know. Kiss him, maybe. Or tease him, perhaps. San wasn’t even quite sure what he wanted himself, but what he was sure of, was that he wanted to keep massaging your soft, bare thighs, especially since he finally managed to wiggle his way up underneath your sleep shorts.

Once the show lost its grip on your mind, you were suddenly distinctly aware of the way San was kneading into your upper thighs, his fingers getting dangerously close to your bare cunt. Was he just an adorable demon kitty getting lost in the moment or was he being naughty? Regardless, you began to get worked up over it.

When San slowly closed his eyes again from how warm and relaxed his body felt, you subtly squeezed around the base of one of his tails for only a moment, encouraging a light, throaty moan to leave San’s mouth. You smiled innocently down at him, despite the prolonged throb you felt in your core. “Are you feeling good, San?” you asked sweetly, about to do it again when the demon’s tail curled around your wrist, the other one gently grazing your chest.

“T-too good, mortal,” San mumbled, his cheeks flushing with color, his dual-colored eyes finding solace in your equally flustered disposition. “Y’know how sensitive my tails are.”

“How does it make your body feel?” You bit your bottom lip, running your fingers over the tail that began to drift down your chest, familiar with the pheromones he could release at any moment, wanting them to envelop you.

“Warm,” he replied simply, staring you down quite intensely, a small, pleased smile on his face, his fangs just barely visible past his curled lips. He knew what you were doing and what you clearly wanted, but he would wait to confront you for now, instead releasing pheromones that made the both of you develop an instant body and head high, like you were experiencing the effects of a body-altering fever.

“I…think I’m going to lay down for a bit, Sannie. I’m feeling a little overheated all of a sudden,” you sighed, gently pushing San off of you and standing up, unconsciously adjusting the crotch of your shorts, knowing internally how wet you were already.

San knew too, of course. He didn’t even have to see it for his own eyes. He could smell it. Your dripping arousal, just asking to be lapped up.

Shifting from one foot to the other, you pressed your thighs together, giving him a weak smile, the throbbing you felt almost becoming almost impossible to ignore any longer. “Why don’t you watch that one baking show with all the kitties that you like…to, um, keep yourself busy?”

San sat up from his relaxed position on the couch, letting out an inconvenienced meow. He was already so hard, mostly due to laying his head on your thighs. Your soft, soft thighs. He pressed his hands into the cushion below him, instinctively kneading it. “Kat’s Kitchen?” he asked, his head tilting to the side.

“Yes, watch that, okay?” You swallowed, clearing your throat. Even though it was perfectly normal to get aroused over such a thing, this time around, you were absolutely drenched, so you couldn’t help but feel like a pervert, unsure if San was just being his unsuspecting, cute hybrid self or if he was purposely trying to initiate something with you.

San watched you walk away with interest, momentarily deciding to turn on the show he loved so much. He sat there for a while, satisfied with the cute cats zooming around and playing together on screen while their owner put a cake in the oven and instructed the viewers on how long it should bake. A sudden overwhelmingly sweet aroma drifted into his nose, causing it to twitch and his pupils to grow to the size of marbles.

“Y/N…” He climbed off of the couch and headed towards the source of the scent, which just so happened to be your bedroom. Hearing soft sounds of pleasure slipping out past the cracked door, San pushed his face into it, causing it to open a bit more and allowing him to see you in all your glory — fully naked and covered in a light sheen of sweat, your legs fully spread open with a vibrator pressed directly into your swollen clit, while earnestly finger-fucking your squelching cunt.

“T-typical lust-driven mortal…” he stuttered to himself, unaware of how red his cheeks were, or how hard he was breathing, hardly noticing that he was already grinding himself against the doorframe, more and more beads of pre-cum staining the front of his sweatpants the longer he watched you pleasure yourself.

“Wanna cum…” Huffing and blowing a bit of hair out of the way, you slid the vibrator into your aching cunt, working your clit with two digits.

“Fuck, Y/N…” San groaned and gripped the doorframe tightly, routinely dropping his hips and desperately thrusting upwards into the sleek wood, wishing he was inside you instead.

“San…fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned out, hastily dropping one of your legs down against the bed, pushing the toy further in, your fingers starting to cramp. “Fuck me, please, fuck me harder…”

The demon’s fluffy ears rotated individually like satellite dishes that were on two opposite frequencies, his hips slowly ceasing their movement. That was basically an invite, right? And if you wanted him so bad, then he might as well give you a reason to moan his name again.

You didn’t even notice San’s presence until he was on the bed and in between your legs, his warm hands massaging into your thighs and his mouth near your pussy, turning red at the sight of his clear desire. His friendly, always curious look was replaced with an intense, unwavering gaze, his mismatched eyes sharp and focused solely on yours.

“Y/N, I heard you calling for me…” He squeezed your thighs, pressing his cheek to the inside of one of them, nuzzling it lovingly. “Will you let me show you how good it feels to be loved by me?”

Blushing, you gave him a sheepish smile, eventually reaching down to slip your fingers into his sleek black hair. “Show me, San.”

“Show me, Y/N,” San said in a soft, muffled voice, his glistening lips and tongue on your clit, his fingers locked in an aggressive ‘come hither’ motion inside your pulsing hole. “Let me see the way you fall apart for me.”

“Sannie, it’s coming out, oh my god, I’m, fuck–” you cried out, tossing your head back, your body twitching and shuddering as you catapulted head-first into your orgasm, coating San’s tongue and fingers with your squirt.

“Mmm, that’s my good girl.” San took a deep inhale of your wet heat, his nose grazing over your extremely sensitive clit, rubbing your wetness around with his fingers, finding your small whimpers satisfying enough for him to begin purring. “Fuck, you smell and taste so good, baby, I can’t get enough.” He began to lap at your clit with his rough tongue, his reverberating purrs sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout your body.

“S-sannie, no more tongue,” you whined, lightly tugging on his hair, only encouraging him to lick at your cunt even faster than before, his nose routinely grinding into your clit. This sent you over the edge, your cunt clenching around nothing now that his fingers were rubbing circles in your thighs. “Pleaseee, I need you, I need you so bad.”

“What do you need from me, baby?” he questioned with a brow raised, licking up the cum that had leaked out of you and swallowing it down, making you jolt. “Say it.”

“Your cock, I need it,” you sighed out, your mind clouded with immeasurable desire for the feline-like demon.

“Both of them?” he teased, his head quirking to the side, his eyes upturned with clear satisfaction. Still in between your legs, he slowly sat up, lowering his boxers just enough to let his thin, but long dual cocks slip out and slap against one another. He smiled at you, flashing his tiny cat fangs at you, about to grow a third cock just from the way you were looking at them. “You’ve been so wet and needy for me all night, baby. I bet you can take them, can’t you?”

“Yeah, I can, so please fuck me, Sannie,” you desperately agreed, your mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing, veiny pink cocks just asking to be shoved deep inside you.

“Good girl. Now, open up for me, sweetheart.” San guided his cocks to your entrance, smiling at the sight of you obediently holding your thighs open for him. He pursed his lips together to let some spit drip down onto his lengths, lubing them up with his hands, before he began to slowly push into you. “That’s it…How’s that, baby?”

“K-keep going,” you breathed out, your eyes zoned in on where your bodies met, San’s cocks slipping further and further into your heat, ready to cum just from the pleasurable stretch you began to feel.

“Look at you, taking all of me like this,” San chimed breathlessly as he bottomed out, his cocks twitching inside you, his hands rubbing your hips affectionately.

San was definitely in your guts. You wanted him to mix them all up like he had already done with your emotions. “I’m so full, Sannie. It’s so good.”

San smiled sweetly, beaming with pride. He began to knead your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of himself inside you underneath his fingertips. “Good girls like you deserve to be spoiled. I’m going to move now, okay, sweetheart?”

“Okay, Sannie,” you answered softly, reaching up to caress his cheeks, slowly guiding his lips down onto yours. You looked into each other’s wide eyes for a second before your irises disappeared under your equally heavy eyelids, breathing yourselves out and taking one another in instead, melting together in a mess of carnal adoration and idyllic purity.

And, just like that, he was fucking into you like a well-oiled machine, quick and consistent, making sure to go balls deep so you wouldn’t have to go one single second without both of his cocks rubbing deliciously against your inner walls, effectively lighting your insides ablaze. Groaning into your open mouth, he broke the kiss to express, almost drunkenly, “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, baby, fits me like a glove. Like you were made for me, huh?”

“Made just for you,” you replied against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them, only for him to press his mouth firmly back onto yours. You moaned onto his gliding sandpaper tongue when he grabbed the underside of your thighs and folded you in half, sinking deeper into your cunt, reaching places you never thought existed.

Besides the repetitive gasps and whines San was forcing out of you with every snap of his hips, the distinct sound of your wetness could be heard squelching in between your joined sweaty bodies. San inevitably broke the messy kiss to whisper, “Hear that?”

“Yeah, I can hear it,” you squeaked out, barely able to focus on the sound of your arousal over the sensation of being stuffed with two throbbing cocks at once, your core already strung so tightly it could snap at any second and propel you into an abyss of pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N, so fucking wet.” San gripped your thighs, pulling out in preparation for a deep thrust, one of his cocks accidentally slipping out all the way, allowing the other to grind along your cunt and across your clit. “Oh, fuck, I can barely stay inside, baby. It feels so hot, oh god, I might cum.”

“Cum for me, Sannie.” You reached down and stroked his pulsing cock, causing San to toss his head back in ecstasy, your fingers slipping against his reddened, slick cockhead when ropes of hot cum shot out of it, coating your pelvis and dripping down onto your cunt. “Silly kitty, that was supposed to go in me.”

Without hesitation, San pulled out completely and ran his fingers through the puddles of cum he left behind on your skin, eagerly slipping them into your hole and fucking the still warm liquid inside you, landing a critical hit on you with one sudden, filthy move. “There we go,” he beamed snarkily, holding his cocks and slowly pushing his cockheads back into your stretched cunt, but stopping halfway. “Are my cocks supposed to go back in you too, pretty girl? Or are you tuckered out?”

“No, I want it, feels so good, Sannie. I love the way you make me feel.” You ran your hands down San’s back, feeling his muscles tense up against your fingertips as he pushed himself all the way back inside and got back to work, pushing his cum deeper into you, his tails occasionally brushing against your skin like a paintbrush. “Don’t stop, okay?”

“Oh, baby,” he cooed into your ear, looking you in the eye. “I’m not going to stop until you fall apart for me. Remember that? Or is my princess feeling a bit forgetful right now?” He sighed against your fragrant, warm skin, slowly lowering himself to your neck to lick, suck, and lightly bite it, marking what was his.

“Don’t be such a tease, Sannie,” you pouted, taking ahold of his tails near the base, stroking them in an outwards direction, hearing what were going to be words come out as groans instead — ones that grew softer and more drawn out, turning into pleasured moans the more you played with with his wavering tails. “Were you going to say something, Sannie? Who’s–nngh–the forgetful one now, huh?”

San continued to moan and gasp for air, his once intentional thrusts growing sloppier and more desperate by the second, drool starting to drip down past his glistening lips. Feeling your fingers tighten around the base of his tails, San clutched your thighs tightly, his eyebrows screwing together. “W-wait, if you do that, I’m–”

“Aww, what’s wrong, Sannie? Cat got your tongue?” you giggled, squeezing his tails and rubbing them together like you would do with his cocks, about to tease him further when something hot and thick began to pour deep inside you and coat your inner walls with white, your breath getting caught in your throat. “Oh, San, oh my god, it’s so–”

“Cumming, I’m cumming for you, Y/N,” he choked out in between grunts, lowering himself down further to press kiss after kiss onto your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth form the way you hooked your legs around his slim waist, milking him of all his love with your clenching, throbbing cunt. “Fuck, I love you…love this…love you…”

“Love you too,” you whispered against his moving lips, your overheated body shuddering against his as you both rode out your highs, finding yourself unable to swallow the lump that had formed inside your dry throat, not choosing to swallow your following words. “Please, don't stop, Sannie. Love me again.”

San pulled back just enough to look down at your flushed, pretty face through his wet strands of hair, his fingers resting against your jaw. “I wasn’t planning on it, Y/N.” With his ears twitching slightly, San’s pink lips curled up just enough to let his fangs slip out, his cheeks dusted with pink. “I’ll love you until it’s pouring out of you. Until you’re so full of me, of my love, that you won’t need anyone else except for me. Does that sound good?”

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Good 4 U (3)

Hi guys :)

This is the next and maybe last part of Good 4 U. I had some request for it, so here it is :)

TW : Jealousy mostly. Wälti Reader.

PART 1 | PART 2

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Time passes at London and you love your life in here. You love the fact that you can see your sister every day, her girlfriend that you love too. You like the city and the life you are slowly creating in here. You miss travelling sometimes, but when it’s the case you just leave for a couple of days and after that you go back to your house in St-Albans.

And to Katie, obviously. Your girlfriend is really understanding with you, she doesn’t seem to have something bad to say when you leave. She just ask you to be careful of course, but she always manage to be the one driving you to the airport or coming for you when you’re coming home. You have a great bond together and you can see you falling for her a little more every day.

You still work at the café, usually beginning early in the morning because no one wanted to have this schedule. But you like it, even if you have to wake up early, you have your day off at 3:00pm and you are able to make a lot of things after. Usually you see Katie, but sometimes it’s some other friends.

Katie being away for a game last night, you didn’t sleep at her house, or she didn’t sleep at yours. The team slept in a hotel and they are supposed to be back this morning. It’s Monday morning and there isn’t a lot of customers today, so you take the opportunity to go tidy up in the stocks.

“I’m coming” you scream when you hear the doorbell of the door resonate.

You are just putting a cardboard in place when you feel two arms around your waist, making you jump off your skin. You turn around and push the person with all of your strength, only to face the cheeky grin from your girlfriend.

“Are you crazy?!” you almost shout.

“I’m sorry” Katie laughs.

Despite everything, she opened her arms so that you could come and hug her. You glare at her before going for her, passing your arms around her neck while she passes hers around your waist once again.

“I’m glad you know how to defend yourself though. Were you going to hit me?”

“Definitely” you mumble against the skin of her neck, before kissing it. “I had to learn how to fight, it was an exigence from my dad if I wanted to travel the world.”

Katie just hums, not really fond of the idea of you being forced to use your skills in a dark alley on the other side of the globe. Your security is maybe the only things making her worry when you leave alone.

Katie releases you, but it’s only to take delicately your face in one hand to kiss you. You smile against her lip, kissing back.

“I missed you” you whisper against her lips before kissing her again.

“I missed you too. Did you have a great night?”

“Yeah. Coopurr, Teyah, Ella and I watched the game. And after I went home to sleep.”

“I will definitely tell them that you mention the cat first.”

Katie’s looking at you with a grin and you laugh slightly. Her house is full of people sometimes, but you like it. And you like her roommates too, even if it’s hard sometimes to just have time with her. Thanks god, Lia sleeps sometimes at Caitlin’s so you can have your girlfriend only for yourself.

The doorbell resonates again, and you lean over to see who it is. But Katie distracts you, kissing the hollow of your neck and making you shivers. And, before you can see who it is, she turns your face against her to kiss you once again.

“Y/N?”

“It’s Liam” you whisper against Katie’s lips.

She sighs but release you, before following you in in the main room of the establishment. Liam laughs when he sees you and Katie.

“Oho, kissing the customers in the background now?”

“Shut up”

You smile feeling the red coloring your cheeks and watch Katie when she passes you to go and settle on the other side of the counter. Of course she slaps slightly your bum in the process.

“A mango-strawberry smoothie and a coffee pretty please” she smiles.

You chat with Liam and Katie while making her drinks, letting Liam draining the coffee machine.

“What are we doing this afternoon?” Katie asks.

You smile, loving the fact that it’s now “we” not “you” anymore. You raise your eyes on her, thinking before talking.

“Can we just… go home? I miss having you just for myself. Lia is at Leah’s tonight”

“I would love that” Katie assures you before taking the drink you are handing her.

She starts to drink it and you take the command of two men during this time. You still chat a little bit with Katie while she enjoys her smoothie, until the doorbell ring again and Liam greets the newcomer. You have your back facing the entrance so you don’t see her at first.

“Hello there, how can I help you?” Liam says happily.

“Oh uh… I’m looking for someone naming Y/N?”

You frown, turning in the direction of the voice and need two seconds to realize who was asking you. Your peripherical vision see Katie looking at the girl with suspicion.

“Maria? What are you doing here?”

You go around the bar to greet her and take her in your arms.

“I was in London and I remembered you said to my sister that you were working in a café. I asked her the name of it and here I am!”

“It’s great to see you” you smile.

Not forgetting your girlfriend, you take Maria to Katie, smiling at the Irish woman and her very neutral face.

“Katie, this is Maria. I lived in her sister’s house when I was Costa Rica. And Maria, this is Katie, my girlfriend.”

Katie takes Maria’s hand to greets her, but the exchange between the two women is very cold. You don’t realize it though, Liam remembering you that your boss wont take long to come.

“I’m really sorry but now isn’t really the good moment Maria. Give me your number, I’ll call you later, ok?”

Maria nods, write her number on your notepad before hugging you goodbye. When she’s out, Katie following her with her eyes, your girlfriend turn herself in your direction.

“I got to go; I have some laundry to do. But we still hang on together after your job, right?”

“Of course” you smile.

Katie smiles and kisses your cheek before paying for her drink and leaving the café. You can’t stop your pout when she left, but a group of people are entering the place soon after and you have to focus on something else.

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Some hours later, you are at your house, lying on the couch against Katie. She cooks for you while you took your shower and now you both are just sheeling in front of Lord of the ring. Katie’s choice, but she beats at rock, paper, scissor.

“Who the hell keeps writing you like this?” Katie groans when your phone vibrates on your pocket one more time.

“Maria” you answer, taking your phone in your hand.

“What does she want?”

“Seeing me”

You have your eyes on the screen to type your answer, so you don’t realize Katie’s reaction. She’s not really happy, for a reason that she can’t explain, she thinks that something is off in Maria. But Katie just take a breath before talking.

“And when are you seeing her?”

“I don’t know for now… Maybe she can come watch next Arsenal’s game? So she can see that my girlfriend is talented in addition to being hot and beautiful.”

Katie laughs and kiss you softly, her arms taking you against her. She doesn’t like Maria, but she does like the way you’re not hiding your attraction for her. Maybe she’s stupid to be jealous about a woman who is just able to hug you, unlike her. You choose her, after all, right? You literally change your lifestyle for her.

“Will you wear my jersey?”

You bite your lips, looking at her. For now, you only were wearing a Wälti one, supporting your big sister. Leah already tease Katie about it in front of everyone, but deep down you know it count for her. It will probably attract people eyes though and you don’t know how people would react at a possible relationship between you and the Katie McCabe.

“Is it really a good idea?”

“Why not?” Katie frowns.

You smile slightly, using your thumb to erase the wrinkles between her eyebrows.

“Won’t people ask questions if you come hugging a girl wearing your jersey after the game?”

Katie just shrugs before tightening her hold around you.

“I don’t care”

You laugh and roll your eyes, cuddling back against her, like you were before taking your phone off of your pocket.

“I will wear it” you answer finally, after some more thinking.

“Awesome” Katie grins before losing all interest in the film and start to kiss you.

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Like you said to Katie, you invite Maria to watch the game. Katie gave you tickets in the family and friends area and just like your promised you’re wearing her jersey. It’s the first thing she looks for when she came on the pitch. She doesn’t know why it’s suddenly so important for her to see you with her name and her number, but she’s happy for having stressed you about it when she sees you. And Maria. And how much Maria is close to you.

“Who’s with my sister?” a frowning Lia asks Katie during the drill.

“A friend from Costa Rica” Katie grumbles back, focused on her ball.

“Oh, yeah. She talked to me about it.”

That makes Katie looking up, her eyebrows frowned once again. Seeing the way she’s looking at her, Lia stops what she was doing. Kyra was next to them, but it doesn’t change the things for Katie.

“What did she say?”

“Nothing much. Just that she has a friend from Costa Rica in London.”

Lia shrugs, Katie hums and Caitlin just appeared behind her girlfriend and her friend. The Aussie seems a little concerned.

“What’s happening?”

“Katie’s girlfriend is here with another girl and Katie doesn’t seem to like competition” Kyra grins, before running away laughing when Katie glares at her.

Caitlin and Lia laugh too. Katie prefers to look for you in the stand, crossing her eyes with you. You wave at her and she smiles at you, but Maria soon takes your attention, touching your arm before talking again.

“Will you be able to focus entirely on the game?"

Katie turns herself in the direction of Caitlin, who seems genuinely worried for her friend. Katie thought it was a teasing at first, but then she saw her gaze and rolls her eyes.

“Of course I will be.”

“Plus, there isn’t any competition. My sister is crazy about her.”

Lia rolls playfully her eyes, making Katie smirks. Now that she understood and saw how much Katie cares about you and how crazy about Katie you are, Lia is nothing but supportive about your relationship. Katie as always been a friend of her after all, it’s not for nothing. She knows the Irish woman’s qualities.

The game went great. It was not always easy for Arsenal, being a gooner is sometimes hard, but the girls managed to win, and, in your opinion, Katie played very well. She got subs at the 75 minutes, and, from the bench, she kept an eye on you.

She doesn’t have anything to blame you, to be honest. But the way Maria is looking at you is going to make her crazy. The way she’s constantly touching you, the way she’s looking at your lips when you are focused on the game in front of you… She’s getting really mad.

Her knee doesn’t seem to be able to stop getting up and down and her arms are crossed on her chest. Next to her, Leah looks at her with concern, patting her knee.

“What are you up to?”

“I’m going to kill that bitch.”

Leah frowns at that, looking in the same direction as Katie. She finds you and Maria, leaning on the metal fence at the bottom of the rows of seats. You are looking at the game, Caitlin and Lia are still on the pitch. Maria, in another hand, is discreetly looking at you. From the corner of her eyes, but from Leah and Katie point of view, it’s more than obvious. You don’t have a single clue.

“Who it is?” Leah asks.

“A friend. My ass.”

“Don’t go into a fight in public please.”

Katie’s fuming and Leah doesn’t know what to say. If someone was looking at her girlfriend like this, she would lose it too.

“Do you think something happened between them?”

Katie stays silent for some times, looking at you. She hates that idea, obviously. She knows you had your life before her, of course. But if she can stay away from your exes, she won’t say no.

“No. I hope she would have told me."

“I think she would have.”

Katie grumble, letting herself go against the back of her seat. She can’t wait for the end of the game. She just wants to run to you, takes you away from Maria and returns her to her homeland.

When the game is finished and the players can start their lap, Katie makes a beeline to you. You smile at her when she came to you, not expecting her to hug you as hard. But you hug her back anyway, enjoying her proximity like always.

“You’re all sticky.” you tease her when she lets you go.

She smirks at you and get closer for being able to whisper in your ears.

“I never heard you complain about that when it’s in the bedroom though.”

You became bright red and with a wink Katie left to go with the team to hear Jonas’ speech. You just have to look at Maria to know that she heard what Katie said, your girlfriend’s boldness seeming to surprise your friend. You choose to not add anything, waving back at your sister.

Some hours later, you are with some of the Arsenal players, celebrating the important victory. Most of them are scattered all over the establishment, the same one where you first met Katie. Katie who is currently with her arms possessively passed around your shoulders to keep you against her. Maria came with you, the Irish woman couldn’t say no when you ask her if your friend can come too.

She can stop flirting with you, whispering sweet nothing in your ear, stilling you kisses when you expect it the least and covering you with attention. Between that and the alcohol you drank, you’re having a hard time not to forget where you are. Especially right now, when Katie is biting your earlobe.

Over your shoulder, Katie intercedes Maria’s furious gaze in your direction and she can’t help but smirk.

“Let’s go home?” Katie whispers in your ear and you bite your lip.

You’re dying to accept, but it’s still early and no one left for now, you don’t want to be the first to leave.

“No one left now. And I feel bad leaving Maria all alone.”

“She’s not alone, she have more than ten people to pass time with.”

You hesitate a little more and Katie sighs, taking off from you suddenly. Her reaction loses you a little and you search in your memory what did to makes her react in this way. You gently take her hand in yours and you’ve relieved when she lets you. But, just after, Maria managed to get your attention again.

Katie doesn’t say anything for longs minutes, trying to ignore the laughs that Maria is drawing from you. It lasts some minutes, before Katie snapped, suddenly getting up from the bench and training you with her, taking you by the hand that was still in yours.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

But Katie doesn’t answer, dragging you outside, where you looked at the stars with her for the first time. The memory came once again in your brain, but the upset face of Katie makes you forget it for now.

“Do I have something to worry about?"

“What?”

You frown and Katie sighs. You understood what she said, you are just too surprised to react correctly right now. Katie repeats herself, making you feel like she’s going to explode soon.

“Maria. Do I have something to worry about?”

“No, why are you asking that?”

“Because she never stops looking at you like she’s going to push you against the next wall to ravish you!”

Your face becomes perfectly smooth under the surprise, only your slightly raised eyebrows cause very slight wrinkles on your forehead. Katie never raised her voice with you, but you never had any real fights either. Although we can’t talk about screaming right now, she’s rather carried away by her emotions, which you can’t blame her.

But Katie thinks the opposite and you see her face tinged with panic.

"I’m sorry, I just..."

Katie sighs again and passes both hands on the face taking a big suction before looking at you again.

"She’s clearly fancy you, and I can’t stand it. If at least she did it respectfully, but she didn’t. You told her you have a girlfriend, and she passes her time eyefucking you. I don’t like her.”

It’s your turn to sight, taking cupping one of Katie’s cheekbones with one of your hands. You are smiling slightly though, and you can feel Katie’s tension under your fingers.

“Of course not, you don’t have anything to worry about, Kate. I’m not in the slightest interested by her. I’m only looking at you, no one else.”

Katie bites her lip and come closer to you, looking deep in your eyes. Right into your soul.

“And you and her have never been a thing?”

“Never” you smile, your hand now cupping her jaw.

Your thumb is stroking the corner of her jaw when she leans in the obvious desire to kiss you. You let her, of course, passing your hands around her waist.

“Can we go home now please?” Katie asks softly.

“Of course we can.”

You’re completely surprised at how much jealousy has taken hold of Katie. The proud and strong Katie McCabe, turned into a fearful little kitten. You could tease her about that, but you decide not to do it now.

The little kitten quickly turns into the tigress that is Katie when you arrive home, anxious to remind you who you belong to.

On the other hand, the next day and the days after, you will not hesitate to tease her.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #katie mccabe #katie mccabe imagine #katie mccabe x reader

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Counting Cats

Lyney x Overworked!gn!reader

Lyney visits your home after you miss his show, thinking something was amiss. He finds you still awake, busy with work, looking like you havent slept in days. And so, he helps you catch some sleep. I got this idea from Lyney's good night voiceline in the teapot. It's a little strange I couldn't find that like anywhere online?

CW: None, just pure wholesome fluff.

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"Lyney, you're overreacting." Lynette spoke, following her brother who was headed to your house. They had just finished a show at Opera Epiclese, and Lyney was looking forward to seeing you there. You always came to his shows, yet this night was different. It was the first time he had seen your seat empty.

"I'm not overreacting, Lynette!" Lyney explained. "[Name] never misses my shows, maybe they fell sick or maybe there's an emergency."

"Or maybe they're busy. Like a normal person." Lynette sighed, knowing that her brother wouldn't listen to reason. Not when it came to you, anyway. "I'll be heading home."

"Ah, yes. Go get some sleep, Lynette. I'll head home after making sure [Name] is alright."

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Finally making it to your house, Lyney knocked on the door. He hummed to himself as he waited for you. It was taking quite a while, perhaps you were already asleep? No, it wasn't that late yet, maybe you were getting ready?

"Just a minute!" He heard you call from inside. Not long after, you opened the door and found your boyfriend with his signature charming smile. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision. "... Lyney?"

"It's lovely to see you, ma chérie!" He beamed, pulling a rainbow rose out of thin air and pinning it onto your shirt. "You missed my show, I was a little worried."

"Your show?" You reiterated, confused at first until it hit you. "Archons, that was tonight! I'm so sorry, Lyney, I didn't mean to miss it-" a finger was placed upon your lips, shushing you. You looked at the blonde, he had a sympathetic look on his face.

"I'm not upset, I'm just glad nothing serious happened to you, that's all." He leaned in, placing a soft kiss upon your cheek. You felt your shoulders loosen as you let out a content sigh. This man truly had a way with you, able to make stress go away with just a kiss. "But more importantly, you look exhausted, mon amour. Are you alright?"

"I'm alright, I just... Didn't get enough sleep the past few days. Work's been too much lately, I can't sleep well because of it."

"Well that simply won't do!" Lyney took your hand in his, bringing you back inside and into your bedroom. The desk and floor of your room was littered with all kinds of work related powers, and the sheets of your bed were just haphazardly thrown to the side. You hadn't noticed how messy had things had gotten till now.

"Let me clean up, then we can-"

"Tut-tut-tut! No objections." He quickly placed a finger to your lips. With a playful smirk, he headed over to your bed, fluffing up the pillows and tidying the sheets before sitting down upon it. Humming contently to himself, he patted the spot on the bed next to him. "Come to bed, dear, you won't regret it. It's comfy, warm, and best of all, I'm here!"

You playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. You indulged him, not like you had much choice— you know he would've dragged you to bed anyway. As soon as you sat down, Lyney took you in his arms, embracing you tight around the waist and climbing onto the bed. With his back against a pillow and the bed's headboard, he pulled you close. Your head rested against his chest, as you felt the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the soft beats of his heart. 'It beats only for you.' He'd often remind you. And you believe him, of course. How could you not? From the gifts to his kisses, and the charming words that leave you hanging on every single one, you had no doubt his love for you was true.

"[Name]? Are you alright? You've been spacing out for a while now." You snapped out of your thoughts upon hearing Lyney's voice.

"I'm fine, Lyney." You smiled reassuringly, snuggling closer to him. "I really appreciate that you want to help me sleep, but I don't think that's going to be easy."

"Well, I always do love a challenge. But this is beyond that." Lyney brushed his fingers through your hair, untangling some of the knots in your hair but took care not to tug too hard. "Not getting enough sleep is bad for your health. I don't want you falling asleep at my shows, too."

"Oh? So that's your true motive?" You couldn't help but laugh, with Lyney laughing along with you. "What's your plan on helping me fall asleep, hm?"

"It's simple, we'll count cats. Now close your eyes, and let your imagination take hold of you." You follow his instruction, shutting your eyes and focusing on his voice. "There we are. Now imagine... The bed is a fluffy cloud, cozy and warm. And on that cloud are floating grin-malkin cats, ready to jump over a ring, like at a circus show, mon amour. Oh, there's a grin-malkin cat, ready to jump. That's one grin-malkin, two grin-malkin, three grin- malkin..."

Lyney continued to count and by the 20th cat, he glanced down at your sleeping figure, seeing you finally sound asleep. He smiled softly, getting under the covers to cuddle with you, resting your head on his chest. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he closed his eyes to join you in slumber.

"Sweet dreams, [Name]."

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Hope you guys enjoyed reading this, to be honest, I was a little scared to post more but seeing as a lot of people liked my first Lyney x reader, I got the confidence to write more. I have an idea for a Kabukimono x reader, it'll be up hopefully before the end of the week!

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pietropudge · 2 months

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Imagine your big beefy/thicc boyfriend Bucky Barnes putting you in his belly whenever it's cold to keep you warm

a/n — something short to get back into this! non fatal btw tho it is joked about

summary — check the ask!

words — 1.9k

warnings — vore! gender neutral, vaguely smutty?

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It was seven in the morning when your alarm disrupted the peaceful sleep of your big boyfriend. He laid on his back with you sleeping on top of him. His eyes fluttered open, flicking from you to your alarm and then back to you. Slowly, while holding his breath, he ever-so-carefully reached to the nightstand next to your bed and turned off the alarm. You could feel his movements and took a deep breath before speaking, your head never leaving his plump chest.

“Buck, I have to get up.” You buried your head into his chest, your arms still clinging around him. He was so big and filled out your wingspan in the best way. Just the way that you laid on him with the entirety of your weight, not an ounce shifting to anticipate the action of pulling away made you sound less convincing.

He could sense your lazy efforts to depart from him, “Just stay in bed with me. Let’s watch movies all day.”

You pulled away, lifting the covers to let the light in on all of the places where the sun doesn’t shine. It was coming in through the window, shining unusually bright through the drawn, silky black curtains and illuminating all of the curves and folds of Bucky’s naked body. He slept as bare as possible, being comparable to a furnace making a room hot when he was under the sheets, while you had a thin layer of pajama pants and a tee-shirt on. Even his metal arm managed to be warmer than you during some nights, like his own personal radiator receiving and sending heat out in waves under the sheets.

“I wish I could, but we wouldn’t have a bed without money. And we wouldn’t have that without a job.” It was a harsh truth you had to admit, every second of being at work was torture because you knew what awaited you upon your inevitable return—a man who was willing to do anything to be near you. You needed him just as much as he needed you, but you felt like an emotional support animal sometimes—more attentive to his needs than your own. He always talked about getting a cat. That’s how much weight you were willing to give it. You two weren’t really on that level, but he had a strange fascination with putting you in places you didn’t belong. Sit in his lap, roll over in his stomach, stay in his bed.

“Fine, just this once.” He allowed, and then he demanded, “Kiss me.”

You gravitated towards the window, snow covered the ground and now the chill in the room made sense. “Shit. I’ll be back in to get dressed for work.”

You rushed to your shared closet, consisting of two sliding doors with mirrors covering the front. You could see Bucky raising his head at your more serious tone to ask the question: “What’s wrong?”

You laughed at his reaction, unsure if he was actually worried or if he was just mad that he didn’t get any affection. “My car’s covered in snow!”

And so were your feet the second you walked out the door. Dressed in nothing but a loose pair of pajama pants that got caught in the chilly breeze, a short sleeve shirt that made you regret not grabbing gloves, and a pair of chunky snow boots that clashed with the rest of your outfit, your goal was to get this over with as fast as possible. You armed yourself with a multi-faceted snow broom. It had a brush on one end to sweep everything off with a combined handle and ice scraper on the other. With that in hand, you trekked through the snow, rounding the house you and Bucky resided in to clean off your vehicle.

At first, it was easy to maneuver around your car and sweep off the snow clinging to the windows and door handles before raising your arms slightly higher to clear off the hood and the trunk. All of it fell to your feet, feeling like extra weight the longer you stood outside. Soon, your movements became lethargic. Your arms were freezing, the muscles weakening from having to clear the top off last. Your legs felt heavy and the snow at your feet was like thick mud, harder and harder to kick up as minutes passed. Your haphazard attempt to prevent yourself from being late to work started to go sideways because now, you wanted to take your time and conserve the fleeting warmth in your body. You could have gone back inside, but Bucky’s allure—no matter if he was still in bed or streaking around the house—would be too strong. He would distract you, and this weather was the perfect mood-killer for any ideas like that.

But Bucky seemed to come to you as if he knew you need some relief. Even in the cold, he only donned a pair of ankle-high combat boots straight from your closet and nothing else. He had that super-solider advantage, the serum and his time in Russia making him not even flinch as the snowflakes whirling through the air encircled him. Everything from his muscles to his small, developing gut shook a little as he walked. His dick didn’t shrink in the cold like most would, it stayed at its impressive length even while soft. Behind that, his balls swung with him as his thighs pushed his package from side to side with every step.

You could hear his footsteps packing down the snow, eliciting a crunch with each step. Turning towards the noise, you spoke out to him. “Buck, what are you doing out here?”

“I never got my kiss, and I figured that would make you clean this car faster.” Had you really been out here for that long? Maybe you had already spent all of the time you allocated to getting ready to clear off your car. His left hand—the one made of metal—gripped your arm, making you shudder from the added cold. He had a look of concern on his face, “You’re freezing.”

He used his hold on you to turn you away from the car, and your hand had gone numb enough to drop the snow broom to the ground. You didn’t speak, so he continued. “I could warm you up fast, doll? You’ll be wishing it was summer.”

Bucky didn’t wait for any confirmation. His hot breath clouded the air and reminded you of a misty sauna, one where the fog was thick and the walls were a dark mahogany. The only thing that soured the image was Bucky’s morning breath, reminiscent of last night’s dinner with a meaty twinge to it from the saliva. But he could read your face, the features that hadn’t numbed twisted into something short of a positive look. It felt so good in contrast to the cold chill in the air, the smattering of snowflakes on your head and shoulders felt like a nice garnish to him and melted quickly from the heat inside his mouth. His cheeks bulged with your head inside, the hairs of his unshaven scruff spreading away from each other as his skin and jaw stretched impossibly. You wanted more of the warmth, the rest of your body needed to curl up someplace warm. Surely Bucky could help you out after so that you wouldn’t be late to work, this was just a little distraction.

Your mind flew in a million different directions. His lips went over your shoulder blades and you could feel saliva drenching your shirt like the complimentary hot water at a sauna; he intentionally pressed you to the roof of his mouth so your back was coated by the best sauna stone known to man. Your head passed the bottleneck of the whole process, feeling the first of many cases in which you would be encased by warmth—by slick saliva that would never freeze over. He got to your hands, happily stuffing them in and feeling your satisfied sough as they warmed up in his mouth. The rest of your body was slurped up easily, his gulping and swallowing echoing off the quiet outdoors. Then, he reached your feet. He made a point to take off your snow boots and socks to warm up your cold feet, too. He wanted you to be as comfy as possible, to slip away in a heated reverie.

Eventually, you were balled up in his gut, weighing him down without much trouble. You were quiet like the settling snow. Now that you were in his gut, the world decided that it was finally time to stop the onslaught of flurries. Since the snow had stopped, Bucky reached up, using his larger body size and frame to get the top of your car. With his metal arm numb to the frigid element’s remains, he swept off half the snow from the top. Then, he leaned forward, pressing his gut against your car and squeezing you in the process.

“Sorry, babe.” His voice bellowed from above. He grunted, reaching around to get the chunks of snow his initial brushing didn’t reach. A few uncomfortable moments later, you felt his gut sag back down without the solid force of your car to mess with it. He let out a satisfactory sigh. “There.”

“Is my car clean?” You called up, feeling your wet pajamas cling to you, and started to get sick of the heat now that you were all warmed up.

“Yeah.” Bucky stood next to your car, admiring the little work that he did to finish off clearing your car. He spun around to find the snow sweeper you dropped, making you shift around in his gut when he bent down to pick it up. After a few unsuccessful attempts to grab it with his enlarged gut—he almost fell into the snow below him, almost—he just barely grabbed it with the tips of his metal fingers, but that was all he needed to scoop it from off the ground.

You hit against the walls of his stomach. “So, let me out!”

It elicited a belch from him, and he patted his gut. “I’ll let you out… tomorrow. Your boss is going to have to deal with it.”

The big steps he took to walk through the snow were noticeable from within his gut. When he stopped, you assumed that he was back inside, and you heard the soft click of the lock to your front door that you knew all too well. It was the same noise you would hear if you were heading off to work, but now you heard it through a thick layer of fat and stomach lining.

“Buck, I’m serious!” You protested. He kept walking around before sitting down on the couch, your world shifting again as the suspension from his midsection turned into a flat support under you. From the outside, Bucky had spread his legs wide, letting his gut fill out the space where he’d normally tell you to sit or suck or whatever he wanted. He would get to keep you in his gut for the rest of the day, and in his metal hand, he held a steaming cup of hot cocoa that he slowly doused you in whenever he took sips of it. On the television, he had some movie playing that he had been bugging you to watch with him.

“Not my fault you don’t believe in layering clothes…”

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purecantarella · 1 year

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A Long Time Coming

not what i really wanted to post for my comeback buT THIS WAS ALREADY HALF WRITTEN SO I THOUGHT JUST RUN WITH IT!! anyway, i hope you all missed me and i will try to get more writing in, i promise. but for now, here yall go!! kim jennie x reader disclaimer/s : none, mostly floof and a touch of angst if you squint

You think back to your entire life, never once thinking that you'd find yourself in one of the most stereotypical romcom plot trope in the book. Dashing through the airpot, trembling from the cold the rain brought you.

All for her. All for Kim Jennie.

Your entire life was intertwined with hers. Your father had worked closely with her mother during their college years, moving into the same community in New Zealand, both becoming single parents, and above all, had the same wants for their children.

You'd grown up with Jennie, especially with how familiar your parents were with one another. Same daycare, same friend group, same beliefs. It was uncanny how close you two were. You were even aligned to be in the same college, until she announced her intentions to audition for YG Entertainment.

She remembers the argument you two got into.

"You're serious?" You ask as she sits on your bed, trying to reason with you. She could tell from the furrow of your brows and the twitching of your lip just how upset you were. She breathes a sigh, "I just want to follow my own passion, N/n. Not the path our parents paved for us."

You fall back into your desk chair, averting your gaze from your childhood friend, your best friend. Eyes glued to the photo collage she made you during your 15th brithday. Jennie watches your stilled gaze as you stare at your young faces. Standing up to lean over you, placing her hand on yours.

The warmth of her hand sent sparks from your hand to your chest. Brushing the feeling off, you focus on her smile. The brightness radiating from it lighting up every night you slept over, the softness in those cat-like eyes, those soft plush cheeks.

You knew it would be better for her, but damn would you miss her.

"I know it'll be a little different..." She pauses, squeezing your hand gently, "But it'll always be you and me against the world. I could never lose you." The last part only gets past in a breath. Wordlessly, you pull her into a loose embrace. Arms draping around her waist, your head pressed against her chest, "I don't want to lose you either, Jen."

You whisper, silently giving her your blessing to leave as you nuzzle yourself deeper into her. Unbenost to either of you that your father was listening from the door, snacks in hand forgotten.

He watches as Jennie leans down to press her lips to the corner of your hairline, almost missing her saying, "And you'll always have me."

Your father keeps that in mind as you drive her to the airport, watching the tearful goodbye. He keeps it in mind when he watches you fall asleep talking to her. He keeps it in mind when he catches you making out with another woman in your class.

Most of all, he keeps it in mind when Jennie comes back to New Zealand.

"Dad, I was in a meeting. What's up?" You ask, carefully eying your assistant who fends off the angry businessmen. Suddenly, the nerves from the meeting are a distant memory when your father's gruff voice says, "You remember Jennie Kim?"

Your mind goes blank for a minute, previous stress from the meeting fading away as the memories of your first love filling your senses. Each sensation still fresh in your head, on your skin, and in your heart. Your father's words falling on deaf ears.

The last thing you caught before you thank him and tell him you won't be home for dinner is, "She's coming home."

It's been several years since you last saw Jennie, and just around the same time since you two drifted apart. She wasn't your adorable next door neighbor anymore, she was Kim Jennie of Blackpink. While you became a lawyer, choosing a smaller university to stay near home. You were successful and so was she.

But upon hearing her name again, you were a teenager just wanting her to look at you as more than a friend.

Your father and her mother spoke and arranged for a dinner just the four of you when she arrived. You'd planned all your cases around the week she would be in the country in spite of your client's irritability about all of it.

Her arrival date came far sooner than you were emotionally prepared for it. You dressed in your best, picked up flowers, and insisted to your assistant that you could drive to the airport just fine alone.

As you parked, you swallow thickly, placing a hand on your chest in attempts to calm your pounding heart. You take a deep breath and look at the lavish flowers with blue roses, lilac, and hydrangeas before whispering, "She's your best friend, it'll be fine."

Jennie was the same on the plane.

She sorely missed you but it had been years since she saw you. Would you be happy to see her? Would you want to see her? Were you the same? Did you still smile then your cheeks would flush? Do you still scratch at your nails when you got nervous? With how many questions flooded her head, she almost didn’t realize that she was landing.

As she dragged her luggage behind her, she looked around the airport for her mom. A couple minutes to no avail, she pulled her phone out in attempts to call her. A couple rings later, "Jennie! You've touched down, I presume?"

"Yeah-" Before she could say anything more, her mother interjected, "Oh! Then you'll see my surprise for you soon enough!" Jennie's mother exclaimed gleefully. A wave of tiredness washed over her and she sighed, a retort just at the tip of her tongue when someone spoke behind her.

"Jen...?"

The rapper whipped behind her and her eyes widened to a concerning degree.

There you were. Far more cleaned up than when she last saw you. Your tired eyes and loose fitting and dirty sweater evidently missing. In its place was a casual business suit, hair shiny and healthy, your eyes more alert and discerning. Her serious demeanor shattered at the look of you.

A squeal broke from her lips as she wrapped her arms around your neck. Your ears perked up at the contact, before you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Savoring the smell of her vanilla body wash.

Jennie pulled away and looked at you in amazement while you take in every ounce of her. Not much changed, more so she just grew into her features. But regardless, you feel your heart pound harder than when you imagined reuniting with her.

"I uh..." You trail off awkwardly, only raising the flowers up to her. Like a child giving a gift to their first crush. Well, when it came to Jennie it was pretty much the same feeling. She smiles warmly at you before taking the bouquet in your hands, "Thank you, N/n. I love them." Her hand finding purchase on your arm.

A nervous laugh falls from your lips as you say, "The florist I terrorized for an hour will be very happy to hear that you liked them." Jennie looks up at you with an adoring glaze in her eyes. The smile on her face leaves you breathless and you grin like a child, slipping your hand onto the handle of her luggage, briefly brushing with her hand.

Jennie, trying to mask the flush on her cheeks, looks down. She sees how much you've changed from when she last saw you, just a teenager with their whole future ahead of them. It was odd, but comforting. You'd grown up to all that you strived for, she'd read up on some of the cases you've handled when she had down time. It filled her with an inexplicable amount of pride.

But she also couldn't tell if you would still want her around.

But then, her eyes fall down to your nailbeds and smiles, faint white lines. Maybe you weren’t too different from the Y/n she grew up with.

Once you were both hauled into your car, once again she'd felt like you've reached a point in your life where you have it figured out. A shiny and sleek black car that just oozed class and sophistication. It overwhelmed her to an nth degree.

The only thing keeping you grounded in her mind was the picked at nails you had, a sliver of what made her believe you were still the one she looked up to. The one she looked for in every friend she ever had...in every relationship she'd ever had.

You on the other hand, were just praying that your sweat wouldn't seep through your suit jacket. The anxiety of having her eyes on you weighed on you so heavily. The silence didn't help either.

You open your mouth to speak, but it shuts before anything substantial or just about anything came out. From the corner of your eye, you see Jennie smile before finally easing into the seat, gaze still locked on you.

"You really made something of yourself, N/n." She pauses as you shift the gears into drive and pull out of the slot you were in. You laugh gently at her statement, stealing brief glances, "You're one to talk, miss Jennie Kim of one of the world's biggest girl groups."

"Hope that's not all you think of me..." Jennie pouts before crossing her arms playfully, your smile softens as you lean over and pull her arms out of their position. Smoothly taking her hand in yours, in spite of yourself. Your heart catches up with the action but by this point it's too late, her fingers lace comfortably with yours.

You clear your throat and reply, "Of course that's not all I think of you..." I think of you as the first person I've ever had feelings like this for...maybe even the only one. You think to yourself.

Jennie stares at you expectantly, "You're extraordinary on stage, but nothing beats the memory of you and I just kicking back in my room with a cheesy sit-com on our off-brand cellphones on a crappy pirating site." You both laugh before you continue, stopping at a red light and looking over at her. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I see you as I always have..."

Pausing to find the right words to say to her as Jennie waits with bated breathe. Her mind and pulse rushing at a million miles a minute. You smile goofily at her, "I see you as the amazing, smart, gorgeous girl who took a chance on her soft-spoken neighbor."

The air around you both is thick and your eyes unconsciously flick down to her lips. Jennie is shocked and is left frozen. Realizing yourself, you clear your throat and pull a forced and dry laugh. "But that's not of course without the drawback of your hair literally being all over the place, on top of your obsession with keeping everything tidy!"

Jennie is pulled out of her adoration and howls out laughing, "Shut up!"

"I swear, one or two of my jackets being left on the floor leads to a whole fuckin spring cleaning moment!" You retort as the light turns green. The rapper beside you rolls her eyes and scoffs.

"Please, if it were just one jacket as you claim, why could I not walk in your room without accidentally stepping on a clean t-shirt."

The rest of the car ride went without a hitch, falling back into your old conversations, her telling you interesting stories of the idols she socializes with, and you whining about the demanding partners and clients you have.

Before you knew it, you were at the curb of your childhood home.

You and Jennie stepped into your home, a sense of familiarity filled the rapper. She breathed in the scent of lavender and sandalwood, the only candle your father ever lit. 'Added a touch of class' he would always say. Your hand wrapped around her waist, making her jump out of nostalgia.

"Jen, I'm just going to grab your bag. Make yourself at home." You say quickly before ducking out the door again, leaving her with a hot flush on her cheeks. Damn feelings, she thinks to herself.

"Jennie Kim! It's been far too long." Your father calls from the door of your kitchen. She smiles warmly at him before jogging over to him and accepting his embrace. He pulls away, ruffling her hair. "You gotta come around more often, kid."

You grunt as you lift Jennie's luggage to the first step of your staircase. Proud of yourself you turn to see Mama Kim smiling at you, "N/n, dearest!"

"Mama Kim!" You cry happily before enveloping her in a warm and tight embrace. She chuckles and pats your arm affectionately and as you pull away, she slaps it gently. You feign distress before she says to you with playful anger, "I've been in the country for weeks and it takes me running into your dad for me to see you."

You chuckle softly before bowing your head respectfully, "Some partners just keeping my hands full."

Jennie's mother smiles deviously, the idol must've picked it up from her. "Speaking of partners keeping your hands full, ever going to woman up and tell my daughter how you feel?" Your eyes bulge as she says this.

"I swear to God, did dad tell you anything?" You ask, embarrassment pumping through your veins. She simply hums and bumps your shoulder with a childlike pout. "Like you could ever hide anything from me. Remember when I caught you sneaking in after curfew."

You eye the older woman cautiously, her eyes glued to her daughter and your father. A soft expression falls onto her face before she looks up to you. "I know how happy she makes you. You don't buy bouquets like that for someone you don't care for." Mama Kim nods over to the flowers atop Jennie's purse.

You blush thinking back to when you bought the arrangement, being so meticulous and seeking the perfect flowers to give to your childhood best friend whom you haven't seen nor spoken to in 9 years. You clear your throat as Jennie looks over at you both, eyes disappearing as her smile brightened.

"I just want everything to be up to her standard." You whisper as she closely approaches. Her mother, still looking at you mutters, "Is it what she wants though?"

With that Mama Kim walks up to her daughter, giving her a tight squeeze while you walk over to your father who was still leaning up against the door frame of the kitchen. Two bottles of beer in hand, he hands one over to you. "She looks good."

You cringe as you take a sip, "Creepy, dad." But you both laugh, before you look to the two other women in the living room looking at old memorabilia. "You are right though...those YG cameras have nothing on how she looks in real life."

There's a lull, you two sip your alcohol quietly waiting for the oven to ding for dinner. You hear your father chuckle beside you, "And that is one hell of a bouquet, Y/n."

"Shut up, dad." Your dad sputters laughing when the oven dings. You grin to yourself and walk into the kitchen, "Dinner time!"

Dinner was filled with laughter and one too many drinks. All the while you couldn't keep your eyes off Jennie. You knew even when you two were kids that she was gorgeous and that that gummy smile lit up anything and everything. She was an enigma...and she still was.

You both stumbled into your bedroom, tipsy from the evening's drinks. Laughter echoing the hall followed by shushing from one another, given your father was asleep on the couch and her mother in the guest bedroom.

Once Jennie gains her composure, she looks around your room. "Not much changed around here since I was last here, huh?" She asks as you plop down on your bed. You hum softly as she continues to walk around the room, everything was meticulously kept. Even the stack of papers was kept tidy and organized. But something out of the corner of her eye piqued her interest.

"No." The rapper gasps before bolting to your shelf, there sat a Blackpink album beside her solo album. Jennie marvels at them for a second, dust had collected atop both of them but they hadn't lost their sheen. "You big fucking nerd!"

You groan and smile before you lift your head up, mind returning once you saw what she had in her hands. "You have my albums?!" She makes out of her laughter.

You grin sheepishly before sitting up to remove your jacket, "Don't make a big deal of it, Kim. I happen to be very in touch with music, not just yours." Trying to brush her off.

Without saying another word, Jennie returns your mini-collection to the shelf, and jumps onto you. You grunt as she lays flat on top of you. "Did your bed get lumpier or is it just me?"

You laugh breathlessly, "I will throw up if you crush me like this."

There's a silence for a moment, it lingers before she rolls over her eyes meeting yours. Eyes droopier but still so bright, it sends a wave of warmth through your chest. You stroke the back of her hair lovingly, weaving your fingers through her soft locks. "I don't think I've told you just how much I missed you, Jen."

She nods and lays her head flat on your chest, nuzzling deep into your shirt. You continue, "I wanted to reach out, but I never knew what to say or I was scared I'd say the wrong thing."

"You could never say the wrong thing, N/n." Her voice childlike and faint. You knew full well how hard your heart was beating and you just knew that she could hear it too. You press your nose atop her head, savoring the moment before your lips meet the soft skin of her forehead. "I almost did, so many times...I've almost told you that I-"

A soft snore.

You shift your gaze from the ceiling to the woman on your chest, sound asleep. You smile and lay another soft kiss on her forehead, "I love you, Jennie."

After that night, you noticed that Jennie had become more clingy. The morning after while you were cooking breakfast, she was seated on the counter, feeding you freshly cut fruit as you cooked. The next day while you were walking around in the New Zealand heat, she took the time to pat your forehead dry while your arms were interlocked.

Finding new ways to make each other smile and reminiscing on the days when all you had to worry about was a paper due at the end of the week. Now, you had jobs, she had crazy fans, and there was so much pressure on both your backs to do well by your clients and her audience.

"You get me, you just get me." Jennie says before she takes another lick of her ice cream. You two had found a nice shady tree with only a few onlookers in the middle of a serene park. You lay on her lap as she talks about how demanding her company is. Photoshoots, video shoots, promotional appearances, all of it. "Trust me, I know a thing or two about that, the people in my law firm suck." You whine.

Jennie laughs, brushing your baby hairs back with a thoughtful look on her face, "They can't be all bad."

You look up at her, catching her eye, giving her a small wistful smile, "They aren't you."

Jennie's eyes widen before she nervously laughs and crushes what's left of her ice cream on your forehead. You gasp and shoot up pulling the sticky substance from your skin, "You're fucking dead, Kim!" You yell before she squeals and runs around the tree.

Her laughter makes her breathe catch before she leans up against the tree, holding her hand out in defense. "Y/n, I call truce, please?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "You stuck a cone of ice cream on my head."

"I made you a unicorn." She retorts with that damn gummy smile on her face. Before you can catch yourself, your hands press against the rough bark of the tree behind her. The smile on her face falters and you feel a twinge of hesitation in your chest. But before you can take a step back, her hand finds its way to the back of your neck. Brushing the hair away and scratches the skin right below your hairline.

She'd done it since you were kids.

Your gaze falls onto her lips, pink, hints of the strawberry ice cream left on her. You wonder if that's what it would taste like if you'd kissed her, like you dreamed of since you were 15. Jennie gently, oh so gently, pulled you closer. "You know, you should really be careful what you confess when you think someone's asleep."

A dry chuckle falls from your lips, "I knew it," You pause, just looking at her in all her glory. No make-up, no stage lights, no big crowd screaming her name. But she still blew you away. Finally, you finish, "I meant it."

Her smile grows twice as wide and you lean forward, your lips ghosting hers before her phone goes off. You hear her curse under her breath before pulling it out of her pocket, leaving you rather awkward.

Jennie answers in the phone in Korean, her brows crease instantly. She's seemingly arguing with whoever's on the other end before her hand balls into a fist behind your neck. Practically fuming, she nods and hangs up. You'd pulled away a bit to give her room to speak, but she turns her attention back to you before she says, "It was my manager, apparently they'd booked me for something this Friday."

"But your going back on Friday?" You return.

The rapper nods but continues to say, "Yeah, but there's preparation, fittings, video shoots to promote that I'll be in attendance." She breathes a frustrated sigh, before her eyes loose their spark, "I'm flying back tonight..."

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Jennie, packing everything away into her suitcase. Making sure everything was packed. Her mom stopped by to bid her goodbye and that they would have dinner when she was in South Korea again.

"Now or never, N/n." Mama Kim whispered to you while she held you in her embrace. "If I hear from my daughter that you did nothing now, I will hunt you down."

You smile and nod. After that moment in the park, you knew it was about time. Your dad called a cab and you two waited on the curbside, a comfortable yet, as paradoxical as it was, uncomfortable silence. You knew what you wanted to say, you know you should explain, and she does too.

But the words just feel like they'd fall flat.

A car pulls up and Jennie takes her bag to the trunk, thanking the driver before turning back to you. "I'm sorry I had to leave, I know you moved everything around to be able to spend time with me."

"It's no worries...Just maybe don't wait a decade to come back?" You joke to which she slaps your arm gently. She smiles up at you. Your heart is hammering again. You want to say something, you should; but all you do is open your arms to her.

Jennie steps into your warm embrace and nuzzles herself into your neck. Leaving a light kiss as she did.

Your arms around her tighten as her taxi waits on the curb, honking impatiently. She should go, you know it but as the beat of your heart echoes loudly in your ears you need to do it. The urge fills you as you pull away.

Everything slows, you pull the mask over her lips down slowly. The idea of her rejecting you terrifies you further, hands shaking, heart pounding, blood rushing through your body quickly and you feel warm in spite of the cold winter air flowing around both of you.

Your foreheads press briefly together as your eyes maintain steady eye contact, as if she were giving you her final permission. With a grin on both your faces, you lean in and your lips press together for the first time.

A long time waiting, but you can’t help the smile that breaks onto your face as time returns. It was short, but it was everything you'd ever wanted since you were just kids in your bedroom dreaming of the future.

Jennie pulls away with a gummy smile on her face, you mirror the smile on her face as you cup her cheeks lovingly. Your lips littering pecks across her face as she giggles as her hand finds yours.

"I can't believe I'm leaving now." Jennie says, a pout forming on her lips. You chuckle, thumb reaching back to stroke the back of her hand. "Neither can I."

You lean down, pecking her lips again, longer than the first time. "But if you think I'm waiting for the next time you're here for a kiss like that, you're dead wrong."

The rapper giggles again, before another honk pops the bubble around you both. Reluctantly, Jennie pulls away, her hand loosely locked with yours as she gives you a shy smile.

"I'll see you soon then?" She asks, hopeful.

You can't resist the teen-like giddiness running through your body, lifting her hand to your lips. Paying particular attention to her ring finger, your pulse hammering as you look up into her dark brown eyes. "It's a date."

Before she can cancel all her schedules for the coming week, she pulls your hand away and opens the door to the car. Turning back briefly to look at you standing with your hands in your pockets, a goofy smile on your face. "I'll call you before I board."

"And when you land?" You ask.

"And every night after." She replies before slipping into the car.

You smile at her through the car window, cheeks sore from all of it. Even though you know she can't hear you, you say, "I'll be waiting."

Jennie sinks into the seat with a dreamy sigh. The driver of the car looks into the rearview mirror, seeing the wispy look on Jennie's face and you folding out of what he assumes is delight. He smiles before saying, "Must be someone amazing to get you smiling that way, ma'am."

She's taken aback for a moment, but her shock melts into a warm smile, too giddy to push the question away.

"Yeah, but it has been a long time coming."

this was far longer than i had initially wanted BUT i quite like how it came out, the parents were a little janky and i feel like a lot of the parts are OOC but still, as a story i quite liked it HAHAHAH i was typing this on my bed so my back really, really hurts rn i hope you lovelies missed me a bit and i will try to continue to bring you guys the content you deserve. i love you all so much and i'll see you all vv soon!! - r

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anonymous-dentist · 7 months

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Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away there lived a brother and a sister in a hollow tree in the forest. The brother was older, and so he took to working to provide for himself and his sister, much to the sister's annoyance.

Every day, the brother would leave his tree to sell leaves in the market. Every day, he would come home with half a penny, and he and his sister could afford rice for dinner.

One day, the brother's business was interrupted by a rather rude customer: a little brown tabby cat who stole his leaves away like the wind!

"Come back here, you mangy cat!" the brother shouted, and he ran after the cat, waving his stick around like a sword.

(For, you see, the brother dreamed of being a knight in the service of the Eternal King so as to provide for his sister better. He did not yet know that doing so would never be possible for one like him.)

He chased the cat, but he lost it in the crowd. Returning to his corner of the market, he discovered that his leaves had all been blown away in the commotion, leaving him with not even half a penny for his day's work. He and his sister went without supper, and they slept in the cold.

The next day, the brother set up in his corner with a fresh load of leaves.

As had happened the day before, he was rudely interrupted by the cat. It stole his leaves away, he chased it, he returned home with nothing.

"I need to kill that cat," he told his sister.

"No!" she exclaimed.

She slapped him. He slapped her back. The man outside watched.

"Bring that cat home," the sister instructed. "Tell it we have all the leaves it could ever want here."

The brother and his sister went without supper for a second day, and they slept in the cold.

The next day, the brother remembered what his sister had told him. When the cat appeared, he told it, "If you come home with me this afternoon, you'll have all the leaves you could ever want."

The cat listened, ears twitching, and it waited. The brother went home with a half-penny, and he and his sister ate rice for supper, the cat played with the leaves in the forest, and the man outside chose.

The next day at the market, the brother set up his leaves, and the cat stayed with him all the while.

Towards the end of the day, the king came to the market with his royal guard. The brother watched with wide eyes, imagining himself in such fancy armor and with the pay to match.

"Be warned!" the king said. "Be wary of going into the woods! There is a bear, and I would rather not any of my perfect citizens be eaten."

That night, the brother went home with a half-penny for his sister, and they had rice for supper.

"A bear?" the sister asked. "I hate bears."

"I don't know," the brother replied. "I think they're cool. Even if they do eat annoying little girls."

He growled, and he chased his sister around the room, and the man outside knocked at the door. But the children in all their merriment heard nothing.

But the cat did.

The next day, the brother left for the market with his leaves and his cat. But the cat had its eyes wide open, searching the woods.

"Stop being so paranoid," the brother said. He tapped the cat on the head annoyedly. "Bears don't eat cats."

"No, but they do eat little boys," said the man, sliding up next to the brother. "I would be careful, if I were you."

The brother was naturally frightened, but he was also a knight in training. Basically. So he stood up straight, and he looked the man in the eye, and he said, "Don't worry, I'm not scared!"

"Good," said the man. "There isn't anything to be scared of."

The cat hissed. The brother grumbled and kicked at it.

"Isn't he your friend?" the man asked.

"No," replied the brother. "I don't like animals. Especially cats."

"Oh, well that's good," said the man. "Because I would like to buy you."

He was looking at the cat, and so the brother assumed that he was intending to buy the cat. The annoying, annoying cat.

So the brother grinned and nodded. "Okay! I need to go to work now, but you can come to my house tonight to get it!"

"That sounds fair," said the man. He extended a hand, and the brother took it. "I will see you tonight."

The brother blinked, and then the man was gone. The cat, unfortunately, remained.

The brother went to the market, he sold his leaves, and he went home with one half-penny. He and his sister had rice for supper, and he didn't tell her a thing about the man in the woods or the cat. She liked the cat, and he didn't want to deal with another argument when they would be getting enough money out of the exchange for rice and beans for supper.

At midnight, as the sister slept, the brother heard a knock-knock-knock at the door. Outside was the man, and next to him was a large cage.

"In here, please," the man said.

The brother tried to usher the cat in, but it wouldn't get close to the man or his cage. So, angrily, he picked the cat up and crawled into the cage with it.

The cage's door slammed shut behind him.

"Well, that's convenient," said the man. He crouched in front of the cage, and it was only now that the brother noticed the pure black of his eyes and the unnatural stretch of his smile. "I was thinking an owl, but a cat will do just as well."

It was the brother's first cell, and what an important word that would be for him in the future.

But, for now, he held his cat close to his chest, and he cried as the world went dark around him.

The next morning, the sister woke up to her brother missing and a bag of gold coins on the bed he used to lay in.

#royalty au 🕷️🐱#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#can you tell i have eight different copies of grimm's lol #also the poor ao3-onlies

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hoeforhao · 1 year

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Champagne and Spirits | SEUNGCHEOL FF |

Pairing : seungcheol × fem!reader (ft. joshua)

MINORS DNI! MINORS DNI! MINORS DNI!

⤷ genre: smut (with feelings),slight angst, fluff, jealousy sex, alcohol consumption, explicit language/cursing, scared to love reader, cold but caring for reader seungcheol.

⤷ tags{part 2} : sensual foreplay,rough sex,praise,slight bondage,hair tugging, fingering, pet names, hickeys/marking, body worship, oral (m receiving), size kink, unprotected sex(reader will be starting birth control after),creampie,overstimulation, orgasm denial, aftercare.

⤷ synopsis: seeing the one who has your heart, with other women on a cruise ship, while you're trying to deny your feelings and stay away, is definitely not an ideal situation for a holiday.

⤷ part: 1/2 {part 2}

⤷ word count: 1.1k

⤷ author’s note: This is my first work as well as my first time posting here. I hope you like my absolute shitty writing and if you do...

Likes, comments and reblogs will be really appreciated

"I guess I'm too late" you mumble to yourself, as your eyes are fixated on the tall, dark haired and beady eyed man infront of you ; looking like he's having the best time of his life with a woman who looks equally as heavenly as him.

You met Seungcheol for the first time at Fluffball Daycare & Veterinary, 7 months ago when you took Ms Carrot for a daily checkup at the clinic. It would be a lie to say you weren't completely smitten by his big sunshine smile and glistening doe eyes while he played with your small yet feisty black cat. Word had it that Mr Choi was the best pet surgeon in the entire town and so it was quite natural for you to take Carrot to him, as soon as her breathing troubles started getting worse.

After a series of tests,it was revealed that your most loved being, your cat, had stage 1 Nasal Cavity Cancer, which was fortunately curable by surgery. Thus, for the next 2 weeks you had to make frequent visits to the clinic to get all the papers ready as well as prep Ms Carrot.

After the successful surgery, Seungcheol suggested that for Carrot to heal fast, he needs to visit your place everyday to look after her condition and control the medications. For an introvert like you, it was quite a task to let someone invade your space daily, but your baby mattered to you the most. Also as if you weren't highly attracted to Mr Choi!!!!!

The next 4 months was like a potion of serene bliss mixed with a sinful curse. As your closeness to Cheol started increasing through the visits, you felt yourself in a turmoil trying not to break the rock hard wall created around your heart ; But can you blame yourself? The way he takes care of you along with your cat, never overstepped your boundaries, always checking up on you in the middle of the night to ensure you've slept or not,complementing you at every glance he takes in of you, making you turn into a blushing mess everytime he's around...HOW CAN SOMEONE NOT POSSIBLY FALL FOR HIM? Day by day you feel the condition worsen as you're inexplicably drawn even closer to him, but you knew you had to stop yourself....FOR CHEOL'S GOOD!

And finally after all those months of serenity and happiness, the day you've been dreading throughout this period was finally here ; it was his last visit for Carrot to your house, and as you two stand across the door, hearts beating in unison at the rate of a storm, your mind clouded with all the messed up thoughts : Seungcheol looks up at you, his glistening eyes piercing daggers into your soul, as if looking for an answer. Oblivious of his stares, you bid him goodbye with a heavy heart, making yourself understand that the best option is to let him go.

That day, you were so consumed in your thoughts that you failed to see the older's teary eyes while he shakily spoke "Bye Y/n. I'll always keep the time spent with you and Carrot close to my heart. Only if I had the luck to keep you close to me and my heart too". He whispered the last line, so you could only hear some mumbles.

While you were reminiscing all these memories with him, you didn't realize that a gazillion of judgy eyes were staring at you from various corners as you stood in the midst of the reception, face completely stained with tears.

"I need to get out of here fast, before anyone sees me like this ,specially him" you mumble to yourself as you impulsively lift your heels to head towards deck 4, where your room was... completely forgetting the fact that you're not an evening gown and stilletos person.

And what's the aftermath of your stupidity? Not even five steps down, and you tumble upon your own dress's slit, closing your eyes and waiting for the marble to hit you into unconsciousness.

"Why don't I feel any pain? Am I dead? Is this heaven? Nah no way I'll be allowed in heaven with such an unholy mind .But why do I hear the loud chatterings tho. Did I go numb from the impact?" you start questioning yourself, not noticing the pair of cold hands on your bare back(you had the audacity to wear a backless champagne dress being such a noob), strongly holding you from the fall.

Coming out of the trance, you slowly open your eyes and bring them up to look at the man that was now holding you pressed against his hard defined chest. A sudden wave of sparks rushed through your entire system as you steadily took in his features; satin soft black hair adorning his forehead, almond shaped eyes that shone as bright as a star and his distinctive smile, capable of making anyone fall head over heels in an instant.

"It's rude to keep staring at someone like that you know, right Ms?" A soft angelic voice cooed in your ears, pulling you out of the daydream.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to stare at you like that" you blurt out almost instantly, looking down with red flushed cheeks.

"It's fine. I'm used to such flustered gazes." The man spoke with a sheepish smirk.

"Thank you so much for saving me. I would've ripped my dress if it hadn't been for you."

"I'm afraid that just a thank you won't be a fair price for saving such a beautiful gown. Don't you think so yourself Ms?"he asked with a raised eyebrow.

You've always been of the overly courteous type, so the demand of the man infront of you, seemed quite justified.

"Tell me how can i repay your kindness, Mr?" you emphasized on the Mr with a questioning tone, in order to let him know that you were interested in knowing his name.

"It's Joshua Hong. But you can call me Josh." he answered promptly, resting your curiosity. "How 'bout you buy me a drink from the counter and we sit over for a small pretty conversation about how you ended up crying in such a loud party?"

Your cheeks again flushed bright crimson red, but this time from embarrassment, now that he mentioned the crying part. Not being able to form words anymore, you just hummed in response while he snaked his arms around your waist and escorted you to the bar.

Little did you know, a shroud pair of eyes was keeping a watch on you from the very beginning and taking in your each and every move made with Joshua.

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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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Hi!!! I just love your work! I was wondering if you could write a scenario with Daddy Bateman as a cat boy and w/ a lactation kink?~

My little Meow Meow

◥ PAIRING: Daddy!CatBoy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: One day you forgot to feed your sweet catboy, so he came to you in the middle of the night to get the meal he deserved.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │Patrick has sharp fangs, Daddy kink, Praise Kink, Lactation kink, Breeding kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, body worship, dirty talk, pet names.

◥ WORDCOUNT: Around 1k

◥ A/N: Okay, that was very sudden, but I hope you like it. Thank you, dear anon for making me so horny and inspired. Also, many thanks to my dear @tres-spades-hotel for proofreading! 🥰

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

A needy, purring noise echoed near your ear as you tried to roll over, seeing your sweet dreams, lying on Patrick's king-size bed.

"Mmm, Patrick ... what is it?" you asked, feeling his furry ears tickling your face as he moved closer and hugged you from behind. "Did you have a bad dream, or do you want something?"

Of course you knew what he wanted, but you couldn't miss a chance to tease your sweet catboy, especially when he was so needy.

Bateman purred again, nuzzling your neck and nibbling a little, causing you to whimper and cling to his arms that were wrapped around your waist. "You fell asleep early and I didn't get my meal! "

Patrick sounded slightly angry, but when you turned to face him and cupped his cheeks with both hands, his expression immediately changed as he rumbled with pleasure. You could see his sharp fangs biting his lower lip.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy." You ran your fingers through his soft hair before pulling up your top and letting him press against your heavy boobs. He greedily put his mouth around your taut nipple, making you moan from how sensitive it was. "Ahh, I didn't want to leave you hungry."

"Mmm, I know, Mommy." He devoured your milk greedily; you thought he was going to drink it all. "It's so delicious, mmm ..."

Whimpering, you hugged his neck and felt his long, big tail brush your hip as it wrapped around you like a snake, not allowing you to move. You moaned even louder when Bateman used his white teeth on your peak as he tried to suck out as much milk as he could.

"Oh, Patrick ... a-aww, your teeth are so sharp, aah," you gasped again and again, trembling in his grip. He had to calm you down with gentle strokes of his fluffy tail as he moved it between your legs, rubbing against your soaked panties. You almost cry out from how aroused you were. "Daddy, p-please."

"Mmm, what do you want, honey?" He released your swollen tip, little drops of your milk flowing down his perfectly sculpted chin. "Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"

You just nodded and watched him shift position, kneeling between your legs as he spread them wide, almost diving between them. A loud wail almost escaped your twitching lips, but you held yourself back, so afraid of waking your beloved little child who slept in the next room.

"You look so beautiful when you open up for me, sweetheart."

Patrick purred against your skin as he peppered your mound with light pecks, working his way down until he reached your underwear. Swiftly, he pushed it aside and slid his heated tongue into your soaking pussy, twisting it inside you to hit all the right spots he knew so well.

"A-aah, Gosh ... I'm going to explode, Daddy ... it feels so ..."

"So amazing?" He tugged on your clit with a squelch and traced his tail against your belly. "Go on, honey, I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

Passionately, Bateman planted a wet kiss on the inner side of your thigh before continuing his assault on your throbbing cunt, lapping at it as mercilessly as he consumed every drop of your milk. He was literally relentless.

With all the strength you had left, you stifled every nasty sound trapped inside your chest as the friction of his tongue against your little nub became unbearable. You could do nothing but claw at his perfect hair, accidentally touching his furry ears as you cummed vividly all over his face, seeing nothing but stars dancing before your dazed eyes.

"G-God ... mmm, yes, Daddy ..." You arched your back, not even noticing that you put your legs on his broad shoulder, letting him devour your pussy even more intensely. "Mmm, p-please, fuck me ... use me, Patrick, take all of me … I beg you!"

You almost cried, silencing yourself with a trembling hand. You felt his firm grip on your waist as he rolled you onto your side and cuddled you from behind. Impatiently, Patrick pulled down his boxers, stroked himself a bit and poked at your wet entrance, smearing your flavour around his engorged tip.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He put his forearm under your head so you could lie on it while he slowly but deeply pounded into you. "Mm-hm, you always take me so well, sweetie."

Biting your lips, you closed your eyes from the total bliss of being so full. His thick dick stretching you more and more with each thrust, sliding further and further until it hit your cervix.

"A-aaaw! Daddy, please ... I w-want you to ..."

"To put another baby inside you?" Bateman almost growled, hooking his tail around your leg to lift it higher and spread you even wider. "Oh, fuck ... you're such a perfect Mommy."

"Yes! God, yes ... please breed me again Patty ..."

"Shit, you're so thirsty for my cum ..."

Ramming harder into you, he wrapped his arms around your trembling little form, covering you in his embrace like a blanket. Damn, he was so strong, so warm and possessive, your pussy was pulsating just from the way his heavy breathing was scorching your sensitive neck. But when you felt his soft finger pad rubbing your blushing clit, you couldn't stop yourself from falling into the abyss of pleasure. Your inner walls were squeezing his cock and spurring him on to fuck you so raw through your orgasm that you almost passed out.

"Yes, baby. Just like that ..." Patrick pulled you closer, holding you in his arms as you shook too hard. "F-fuck, I'm going to pump this little pussy ... mmm and make you pregnant, you'll always be mine, honey ..."

His voice wavered, his whole body tensed like a string as you felt his warm seed filling you from the inside until it started to leak out of your abused cunt and stain his perfect sheets, but he didn't care because your little quivering frame was all that mattered.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman reader

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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Prongs Goes to School (1/1) (wolfstar)

"Oh no, oh no no no," Remus whispered to himself as he opened the back seat of his car to grab his bag.

He was off to teach his evening lecture. A time slot he used to love but now hates because it's right during bedtime. He always felt bad leaving Sirius to handle Harry all on his own, not because Sirius couldn't manage but because Remus loved their family time and bedtime was really all reading together and cuddling at the moment. He knows those days won't last very long either.

Harry however was 5. Mature, intelligent, swears way too much for his tiny stature and Remus only has himself to blame. And if he knows his family at all every single one of them is whispering fuck under their breath.

Why? Because Harry's favourite stuffed animal, a deer he had slept with every night since birth, was in the backseat of the car and not at home ready to be tucked in next to the stuffed cat and a tiny little boy who had very little left from his parents.

Remus reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone he called Sirius.

"Don't tell me," Sirius answered skipping over the greetings. Remus took a breath and as Sirius spoke they both scrubbed a hand down their faces; "the deer is in the car isn't it."

"It is."

"Right, okay... well at least we can stop looking," Sirius said.

"Put Harry on the phone," Remus requested and Sirius complied.

Then a tiny sad boy sniffed into the speaker: "Moony you have to come home because Prongs needs to sleep in my bed."

"Harry, I'm sorry love but I can't come home right now. But-" Remus said as he heard Harry become more upset, "but sweetheart Prongs just wanted to come to school and learn some new things. He needs to make sure I do a good job teaching."

"He does?" Harry asked, his little voice perking up despite what was likely a heartbreak realization only moments before.

"Yes he does. And he needs new stories to tell Rabby" Remus explain referring to the cat stuffy.

"Yeah he really isn't as smart you know," Harry laughed a little. Remus could hear Regulus teasing James from heaven that even their son's stuffed animals knew who was smarter.

"I love you Harry, and I'll bring Prongs right to bed when I get home okay," Remus explained.

"Okay! Love you!" Harry said and then Sirius was back on the phone.

"Remus I don't know what you said but you are going to get really lucky later because he was about to have a full on crisis." Sirius said.

"We're a good team love, I've got to go though." Remus replied.

Remus could hear Sirius' smile through the phone as he spoke before hanging up: "Okay, have a good class! And you better come right home and take me to bed when you get here."

#oh also wolfstar because you asked #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #lgbtq+#fanfic #harry potter #post-jegulus Harry #jegulus #starchaser

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kazemi-archive · 9 months

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To Get Back on Your Feet

pairing: Kita Shinsuke x Reader

genre: angst themes, comfort

word count: ~2.3k

summary: where did it go? all the enjoyment. i’m sad again. don’t tell my boyfriend, it’s not what he’s made for.

cw: mentions of mental illness — unspecified, self indulgent me writing something to comfort myself

a/n: i’ve been in a really bad place and not taking care of myself well— i’m getting better slowly but @/s-hokos made a joke she’d sic kita on me and it made me think of this <3

14 min ago: Are you sure you’re okay y/n?

16 min ago: Are you sure you’re okay y/n?

You sighed at Atsumu’s text as it buzzed yet again on the 2 minute mark, blinking at it a few times before closing your phone without fully opening it. You didn’t want to lie to him. He didn’t deserve that. Sure he was overbearing a lot, but he really did care. All your friends did.

You knew your phone was full of unopened and/or unanswered messages. You wanted to reply, some part of you did. But you didn’t want them to worry if you said you were sad or if you were less enthusiastic with your texts. And you felt so bad if you faked it, like you were lying to their faces. Better to not answer.

You hadn’t moved in days. You weren’t sure what day it even was. Only dragging yourself out of your little cocoon of blankets to go to the bathroom when you really couldn’t ignore it anymore. Your little cat was confused about the new situation, she still got her food on time and she got more cuddles than she was used to. But every time your chest would shake she looked up at you with a small head tilt of concern. Jumping down from fright when sobs would leave your throat.

There was a hollow feeling that settled in your bones now. An emptiness rattling just under your skin. You could count on one hand how many meals you’d had in the past week. Your apartment was just big enough for you and your cat, the only two who currently resided there. But at the moment, it was too quiet without the constant buzzing of your tv, idle background noise of half-paid-attention-to shows streamed to it.

It was the only thing you’d done in the past week. Watch streamed shows from your position in bed. You’d chosen shows you didn’t have to fully pay attention to, an aid to not realizing hours had passed until you finally acknowledged that the bit of sunlight you could see through your curtains had disappeared and then appeared again.

You hadn’t even really slept, more like small naps here and there. The same clothes on your body from a week ago, and your hair visibly knotted despite the hair tie you’d put in to try and ignore it.

The sound of your phone buzzing again next to your head caught your attention.

10 min ago: Y/n, I’m worried about you. None of us have barely heard from you in days.

Now: Y/n, if we don’t hear from you, we’re gonna call Kita. We’re worried.

You grabbed your phone quickly to reply. Don’t tell Shinsuke. It’s okay, I’ll be okay. Don’t tell him, it’s not big enough of a deal for him to worry about.

Kita Shinsuke. The only person you had actively been lying to. Your long-distance boyfriend. You’d been trying to make him believe everything was okay. To show him you were okay on your own and you didn’t need help.

It was only a few hours drive from where your little apartment was situated to where your boyfriend lived. Shinsuke’s home was supposed to your home. As soon as you had gotten your career on track. Your career that was currently on a pause. A scheduled time where you had no schedule. No routine that you craved. And in return, the spiral had started. Until all there was, was the blankets surrounding you and the loss of time.

You were sure your phone had buzzed again but you couldn’t be bothered to pick it up again. Zoning back into the show on your screen. It was the middle of the night anyways. You sighed again, sleep tugging on your eyes as your phone buzzed again. You’d let the message notification repeats play out on their own. You couldn’t bother to try and open your eyes again as you let your tiredness take you.

The soft light of the early morning filtered through your blinds when you woke up. The sky was gray enough for you to understand that the sun hadn’t even risen yet. Your tv was still buzzing, soft chatter from the characters on a tv show you’d seen countless times before. The whirring of your fan going.

You glanced at your phone, a message from Shinsuke waiting for you.

30 min ago: Good morning, how is my love today?

You paused as you opened it, fingers hovering over the letters to confess your feelings but changing your mind. I’m a little sleepy, but I’m okay. How is the morning so far?

You set your phone back down, tucked under one of the pillows as you stared at your tv. You felt alone. You weren’t completely blameless in that, refusing to reach out. But you refused to be someone else’s problem. You would talk again when you were happier. You were in no rush to text Shinsuke back again. He was used to you not replying much in the early hours. And it was barely 5am now. You could afford some gaps in response time.

~~~~~

You barely remembered falling back asleep. You woke with a sudden jerk, your body recoiling from a soft touch to your cheek where your face barely peeked out of the blankets.

“M’love?” Your vision was staticky as you took in the form that spoke. A blurry version of Shinsuke knelt in front of you. You were sure you were dreaming that he was there. A nice dream and you sighed, wishing he was really there.

“M’love. I know yer ‘wake.” His voice was clearer now and the warmth on your cheek suddenly registered as he cupped it softly, his touch palm against your skin.

You blinked your eyes open then, tears you didn’t give permission to suddenly gathering along your lashes as you took him in. “Sh-Shin?” You hated how hoarse your voice sounded, the noise cracking under the pressure of your own words. “You’re here?”

His voice was soft as he kneeled by your bed, his thumb brushing over your cheek, trying to coax you out of the blankets you’d surrounded yourself with. “Atsumu called me las’ night. I got the message this mornin’.”

“I told him not to bother you.” You grumbled, hugging your pillow closer to yourself, soft shame filing into the emptiness that had become your body.

“S’not botherin’ me baby,” Shinsuke sighed, a softness filling his eyes, trying to hold back his own sadness of seeing you like this. Of not being here to help you like he wanted to. “How long s’it been like this baby?” He was referring to your current state, something he was familiar with, the hopeless-feeling state you’d found yourself in where you couldn’t figure out where to start to get better.

You shrugged. You weren’t completely sure. “Maybe a week.” You whispered. “I’m sorry.” Your apology was muffled by your pillow as you bit into it, trying to not sob in front of him. Hatred for what you’d been doing—or not doing—filling you up.

“Don’t apologize m’love.” Shinsuke’s fingers brushed your tears gently, pushing the blanket back to get a better look at you. “We can start slow, ‘kay?” You looked up at him, confused eyes brushing his figure as he began to stand up. “Will ya let me help, please?”

You were slow to nod. But once you did, his hands were pushing the blanket from your body. “How ‘bout sittin’ up first, ‘kay?” You nodded along numbly, the tears slowing as he guided you into a sitting position. “Ya have t’sit on yet own ‘kay? I’ll be right back.” You watched him disappear off to the bathroom from your slouched position. Blinking dazedly as you watched him return with a hair brush.

He was gentle as he sat behind you, his fingers patiently untangling the hair tie from your hair, careful to not tug on your hair too hard. You were both quiet as he worked, ends to root and back again, gently brushing out the knots in your hair, you winced more at the sound your hair made than the actual feeling of it. Soft apologies came from his lips every time he thought he tugged on your hair too hard, which just made you feel worse. Feeling awful for not being able to take care of yourself and relying on him.

A soft kiss to the top of your head was what made you realize when he was finally done. “How about a shower? When was the last time you showered?” You swallowed hard and he sighed, climbing from behind you as he held his arms out to help you up. “One step at a time baby. I’ll start one for you.”

You let yourself be pulled up into his arms and quietly followed him to the bathroom, standing awkwardly in the doorway as he fiddled with the knobs of the shower and found the proper temperature. He neared you again, the sound of the water now drowning out your tv from the other room. He cupped your face gently, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before exiting the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You sighed as you stared at the water. Guilting yourself into undressing and stepping under the water, because if you didn’t then it would be wasting his efforts.

You were quiet as you stood there, the water hitting your hair and gliding down your back it was warm but not too hot. Shinsuke had kept it cooler than you would have made it, you were used to the temperature being hot enough to turn your skin a different shade but Shinsuke had been careful to avoid that temperature, settling for just warm enough.

You don’t know how long you stood there before you finally brought your hands up to your hair, ensuring that it was completely wet before reaching for your shampoo. Your scalp itched and burned a bit from the buildup of dirt, and you breathed a little deeper when you finally felt relief shampooing a second time. You were on autopilot as you continued your shower, conditioner being massaged into your hair and body wash on your skin. You’d caught yourself with your face under the water for a bit before you shook yourself out of it, a reminder that Shinsuke was waiting for you.

Your body ached as you stepped out of the shower, wrapping on of your towels around yourself as your hair dripped on your skin. You tried to not look in the mirror, not wanting to see the bags under your red eyes.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the first thing you noted was your stripped bed. Shinsuke had taken your sheets and bedding out of your room and left a set of clean pajamas on your bed instead. You blinked, frozen in place for a second. It was still morning but he’d still picked out pajamas instead of regular clothes for you. You sniffed, brushing away unwelcome tears as you pulled on the clothes left for you.

You could hear your washer spinning around as you passed the closet it resided in, walking your way out to the kitchen. You were quiet as you took in Shinsuke piling a small amount of food onto a plate.

“I only made a small amount, ya can eat what ya can. Don’ know when ya ate last or how much an ap’tite ya got.” You sniffled softly as he turned to lean against the counter, taking you in as he sipped on a coffee. You were trying to make yourself as small as possible against the door frame, curling in on yourself as the pain in your stomach rumbled. You were trying to decipher if it was hunger or nausea and settled on both. “D’ya wanna talk ‘bout it?”

You shook your head softly and he nodded in acceptance. He waved you to join him on the couch, picking your plate up for you as he went. You sat quietly next to him and watched as he placed the plate on your lap. You stared down at it, wet hair still dripping on your skin due to your neglect to properly dry it.

“A couple bites a’leas’ please.” Shinsuke mumbled as he brushed back your hair from your ear. He pressed a kiss to your temple as you picked up your utensils off the plate. “I’ll put on a movie, ‘kay? Ya can nap durin’ it if ya want an’ I’ll be here when ya wake up ‘gain.” You looked up at him in confusion then.

“Doesn’t that go against getting me out of bed? Shouldn’t I do more?” You questioned? Feeling like the small progress you’d made wasn’t enough.

Shinsuke smiled softly at you, his eyes trailing his hand as he ran it fondly over the top of your head. “Yer eatin�� what’s—I’m guessin’—yer first homemade meal in a week. Ya showered and got out of yer bed fer the first time in a week.” You felt the shame curl up into your throat again, setting your eyes downcast. “Hey,” he lifted your chin gently so you could look at him, “that’s a step, it’s progress. S’not easy to get back on yer feet.”

“But-”

“But nothin’ m’love.” He interrupted you, kissing your temple again. “We can do more t’morrow. S’more than ‘nough fer t’day.” You couldn’t help the small amount of tears in your eyes, his thumb catching them as they fell. “Progress is progress. Small steps are important. Don’ push yerself. Don’ overwhelm yerself. I’m still gon’ be here.” You sniffled again, putting down the dish so you could fall into his arms, reveling in the comfort he gave.

Three things you did today that you couldn’t yesterday. Small steps to get back on your feet.

a/n: asking for help is hard and i usually don’t. i’m trying to get better. getting up again after being down is really hard too. one step at a time. sometimes it’s a two steps forward one step back kind deal…but progress is progress. any progress is good

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seraphimcollections · 9 months

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gentle giant | Konig x medic!reader |

chapter 5

warnings: abduction, non-consenual drugging, language.

summary: little bird is trapped in the cat's jaws with only one way out - into the belly of the beast.

w/c: 2.1

a/n: hello again! I'm really looking forward to this chapter and the next! I wanted to be a little extra care in this chapter. I'll be putting together a master list to pin to my page if that'll be easier. Oh! Do me a solid and reblog if you like this series! Final part coming soon! Thank you!

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 |

The air had changed. With the news of your clear abduction quickly spreading across the base, the reality of both the 141 and KorTac’s failure weighed heavy on each of their shoulders. Soap’s playful demeanor was reduced to silence. Gaz didn’t know what else to do with himself besides try to keep himself busy cleaning his weapons multiple times consecutively. Price holed himself in his office, chain smoking countless of his precious cigars. No one knew where Simon was, but some say they could hear firing out in the yard at odd hours of the night. As for Kӧnig, he hadn’t slept in days. He hadn’t stepped foot out of your office. In the beginning, he couldn’t help his rage, taking it out on his surroundings -- the bookshelves, the files, anything. Quickly, the guilt settled in and he just as quickly began to try to put your office back to how he remembered it was.

Konig sat in his same chair, staring at the emptiness in yours’. He sat hunched over, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together and clenched. He stared into that empty space, the rage still bubbling in his chest. Slowly, the rage began to bleed into anxiety and fear. You’ve been missing for two days. You could be anywhere, a different country, a completely other continent. Anywhere. Konig’s hands became fists in his lap. Millions of questions swirled in his head. Were you hurt? Were you even alive? Who took you, and what did they want with you? And as if the universe heard him, the bearer of answers stopped in the doorframe, not quite daring to enter, just as Konig had done many times.

Konig’s cyan eyes caught on his stature, the 141’s loyal captain. From sight alone, Konig could see John was having as difficult a time as him, maybe even more so. In his hands held a bottle of whiskey along with two glasses in the other.

“Mind some company?” John said gruffly.

Konig sat up a little straighter and shook his head. John sighed, placing the glasses on the desk. He sat on the creaking wood, as if confirming they both knew that the other chair belonged only to you. Handing Konig a glass before taking his own, John took a slow sip. Konig carefully moved the glass under his hood, his lips coming to press against the lukewarm glass.

“I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you,” John finally broke the silence, “but neither have you, Colonel.”

Konig nearly choked from hearing his formal title. John chuckled, setting his glass down.

“I-I don’t like to mention my title, it makes people act on false intentions,” Konig explained.

John waved dismissively, “now need to explain it to me, soldier. We all learn to play our cards close to our chests. Just in this case, I lost more than I looked to gain in the first place.”

Konig looked at the older man in confusion, “what do you mean, Captain?”

John’s eyes glazed over, “I never told you why we were here, did I?”

“No, but I figured you were all on the run,” Konig said. “And that it had something to do with Maus.”

John’s eyes lit up hearing Konig’s name for you as he took another sip.

“Wren, she saw something she was never supposed to see,” John frowned. “Something that goes all the way up to the top. Something that lacks all honor that those sods tried their damn best to bury it. But Wren found it, and it dug it all back for them. And so they planned to do what they always do-”

“They’re going to kill her,” Konig said, dread sinking into every ounce of his being.

John frowned before finally nodding., “but your comrades seem to think they’ve fulfilled their end of the bargain. They left, off to the next highest payer. You’re the only one who stayed. Which is why I came to you.”

The two men could ignite wildfires with the heat of their gazes toward each other.

“Are you with us on this? Will you help us get our bird back?” John said with all seriousness.

Konig’s eyes narrowed, “you have me, Captain.”

John nodded, standing on his two feet, “good, we move out at dawn. Get ready.”

“I’m always ready, Captain.”

“I will see you soon, kleine maus.”

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The ringing in your ears refused to cease. Your eyelids feel heavy, most likely swollen. Your entire body ached, your wrists and ankles bound tightly together, the zipties digging into your open skin. You laid on your side, your head limply laying on what felt like leather. You tried your best to tune your ears to what was around you. You wiggled trying to find something that could tell you where you were. Your throat felt so dry that even if you tried to speak you worried it would crack and bleed. You groaned, forcing your eyes to open to blinding sunlight. You were in a car, that much made sense. You laid on the back seat, the leather seats sticking to your clammy skin.

You squint your eyes to see the dusty blonde head of hair over the driver’s seat. You blinked in confusion, trying to piece together how you got here in the back seat of this mystery car driven by a complete stranger. Your memory came back to you like an unwelcome friend. You remember the struggle, the bruise you were sure going to get from being thrown back onto the desk. The sickly sweet smell of whatever chemical your abductor used to put you under. The back of Konig’s head as he left to see what Price wanted.

Rage burst into you heart as you tried your best to pull against your restraints, only to find yourself weak.

“It’s useless,” the man you thought you knew as Richards said in an annoying sing-song voice. “The drug won’t wear off for another few hours. Don’t waste what little energy you have, sweetheart.”

You glared up at the rear view mirror, finding the man’s eyes peering back at you with amusement.

“Who are you? Where are you taking me?” You growl.

“We’re going back to my place,” he smiled as if saying this to his date, “then you’re going to tell me everything you know, and then, I’ll kill you.”

You felt your blood run cold at his words. Your eyes narrowed.

“Shepherd sent you.”

“Ah! There’s that sharp cunningness Shepherd told me all about!”

You glared at the man with a stare of thousand daggers. This gaze did little to faze your abductor as his smile never left his smug face.

“Why not just kill me? Save yourself the trouble,” you said.

“Ah, where would the fun be in that!” The man said, sounding like he was going on a day out at a theme park and not like a man who was your executioner.

“No, I intend on taking my time with you,” he said, his gaze connecting with your own, letting you see the true darkness in his eyes.

You fell silent, instead trying to look outside to try to get a clue on where you were, or how far you could be from base. From Konig. You could feel your stomach drop as the tall Austrian popped into your mind. Did he know you were gone? Was he even looking for you? In the end, he was part of KorTac, a company not renowned for loyalty to one agency. But…Konig was different. He was caring, empathetic and kind. If the two of you had enough time, you could find out why such a quiet soul could be in such a messy business. But then again, so were you.

“You won’t get far,” you said with a huff. “You have no idea who’s coming for you.”

“Correction: I know exactly who's coming for me, little bird,” Richards said. “And I’m counting on it.”

You brow furrowed at his words, making him snicker, “you really think Shephard would just let their insubordination go? Come on, you can’t be that naive!”

“Shut up-”

“You know, I should really thank you, not only do I get to take out the 141, but now KorTac’s finest? Ugh, it’s like Christmas morning,” Richards sighed.

You lurch forward in a rage, “you leave Konig out of this!”

“Oh, like you did?” Richards cocked a brow. “If my memory serves me right, it was because of you that KorTac even got dragged into this mess. And it will be because of you that your beloved Konig will die.”

You felt your chest begin to tighten in panic as the thought of everyone you ever loved, ever cared about being reduced to nothing but cold flesh all in your name. You begin to struggle against your restraints, pulling at them wildly.

“Ah, doctor?” Richards said.

You look up at the man and in a split second you catch the small almost travel size bottle in his large hand before Richard squeezed the little trigger. You recoiled back but to no avail, the mysterious potion infiltrated and coating your throat. You cough violently, your vision beginning to swim.

“Trust me, it would be best if you sit this part out. Easier for both of us,” Richard smirked. “Sweet dreams, little bird.”

You fell onto you back with a groan, eyes rolling back up to the roof of the car. You fought to keep your eyes open but only to be swallowed back into the darkness.

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73.

73 hours since you’ve been abducted. As each hour passed, your trail got colder and Konig became more restless. This was clear with his foul attitude that no one could dare miss. What was left of the men on the base sat around a makeshift table with schematics scattered across it. Konig stood hunched over, his palms supporting his weight on the table. Price stood at the head of the table, Ghost to his right, Gaz to his left. Soap had tried his best to try to keep Konig cool so he stayed a safe but supportive distance close to Konig.

“What you know is that Shephard all but lost most of his clean contacts to DC, so there’s a good chance he won’t be able to smuggle her into the States,” Gaz said with arms crossed.

“That doesn’t completely squash the possibility,” said Ghost.

“But would he even go through the trouble? I mean if he’s already got what he wants. Why drag it out?” Gaz said.

“You’re right, if he was smart, she’s long dead,” Ghost said matter of factly.

The wood of the table creaked under Konig’s fist at the mention of the idea. Soap leaned over.

“That’s not going to happen, because we’re gonna get to the fucker first,” Soap said.

Price agreed, “Soap is right. If there’s one thing I know about that snake is that he likes to play with his food. He won’t just kill her quickly.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” Konig said, finally standing to his full height, effectively dwarfing the rest of the men. “There must be some sort of lead of where she could have been taken.”

“He’ll want to take care of this quietly and under the radar,” Gaz said.

“Slimy bastard won’t even come to do it himself most likely,” Ghost scoffed. “Won’t want to get his hands dirty, ‘why he sent that fucker.”

“And we know he’s petty-”

“That much is clear,” Soap rolled his eyes. “The bellhead chased across half of fucking Europe.”

“So he’ll take her to a place that holds some kind of memory, maybe?” Gaz shrugged.

Price’s eyes shot wide with realization, “Las Almas.”

These words caught 141's attention.

“Would he really be that obvious?” Soap said.

“Or stupid,” Ghost chimed in.

“But that’s exactly wants,” Price said, “he’ll want to take this back to ground zero: Las Almas.”

“What’s in Las Almas?” Konig asked.

“It’s where we first found out how dirty Shepherd liked to play,” Soap grunted. “Evidently he slipped out of our hands, until Wren found data suggesting his whereabouts and what’s been keeping the sorry fucker busy. Guess he didn’t want anyone poking around in his business again.”

“And you think he’s taken Maus there?” Konig said.

“It’s our only lead,” Price sighed, hands gripping his vest.

Konig sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly before nodding his head, “then we shall go.”

“And luckily for us, we have friends on the other side,” Ghost smirked underneath his mask.

“Los Fuerzas Especiales,” Soap smirked looking up at Konig, “Mexican Special Forces. They owe us a bit of a favor.”

Konig looked back to Price who almost looked at him as if to give him the word. Konig stoney gaze didn’t waver.

“No more waiting. We leave tonight.”

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

warnings: 18+ minors dni, fingering, nipple sucking, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex, size kink, big cock toji, fem reader, sub reader, toji is kinda soft in this but still a tease, cervix fucking (1 mention) clit smacking (1 mention) dacryphilia,,,,let me know if i missed anything. 3.7k words

sum: Be like the love that discovered the sin, that freed the first man, would do so again, and lover be good to me.

You’re so sweet to him - gentle and doting. He remembers the time he came home, covered in sweat and some bloodstains on his knuckles. You just sighed and shook your head - you took him to the bathroom and took care of the scrapes on his skin, pressed a kiss to the scabbed skin, and mumbled to be more careful. You wash his clothes, even if it’s to steal his shirts that are too big for your compared smaller frame to his. You make his - your bed when he comes back from errands, make his favorite on Saturday movie nights.

He remembers the time you made him a sweater for his birthday, a cold December evening, and he remembers going to the bathroom while you slept, tears dripping from his eyes into the yarn that smelled like you. Of you, of vanilla and cashmere and oak.

You were too good for him, the truth of the statement feels natural like the cycle of the sun and the moon.

He could see it in every motion, in every smile you gave him. He was a shitty man, with a foul temper, who spent his life chasing a grudge born and festered in his childhood.

Your gentleness soothes him, he thinks. Makes him calmer and tempered. Gentle even. It scares him how much you change him, mold him and tame him into this soft and dotted and coddled boyfriend who holds your hand till you get to the bottom step of the stairs to make sure you don’t fall and hurt yourself. The other part of him feels seen by your unconditional love, the small shadow that hides at the corners of his outer persona - the desire to be seen by another pair of eyes that aren’t the green of his own.

The conflict makes him grumpy. Makes him frown at how you awake the two innermost sides of himself all by giving him a smile and a kiss on the cheek when he has morning breath and a bird’s nest for hair. He hears you huff a laugh at the grunt he gives, and he thinks about how he wants to squish your cheeks together in one big palm til you get teary-eyed, and give him a muffled whine to let you go.

It’s a Saturday night - movie night aforementioned and Toji is barely paying attention to the movie, which he feels kinda bad about really. It’s a favorite one from your childhood you told him as you changed into your pajamas for the night, one you watched when you were weepy and sad from being sick. He feels his eyes trailing your figure, you’re wearing these tiny black shorts - he can see the bit of your ass peek from underneath and this little cropped shirt. It’s warmer now, spring seeping in early than previously. You’re talking, going on about childhood memories and he’s staring at every one of your movements, the way your chest expands and your shoulders slope, and how the flesh of your thighs squish against each other as you sit next to him.

“Sit on me,” he mumbles, bumping his head to yours - cutting you off mid-sentence as you laugh at how much of a cat he is like. You tease him, calling him your big baby which he grunts at but you climb into his lap all the same - you kiss his cheek and coo at him - “Is this better, my baby?” Toji rolls his eyes and presses close, kissing your neck and grumbling as you laugh. Even the way you tease is soft, you poke at his cheek and grin at him, call him an assortment of pet names that an earlier version of him would scoff and laugh at, but the present him only bears it and tries to keep the pink of his cheeks at bay.

You look cute like this, he thinks. Your skin is shiny from your skincare routine he watches you do every night from his seat on the toilet cover, lips tainted a reddish-pink from your cherry-scented lip balm, and eyes warm from your happiness. Your form is dwarfed by him - his height and build make you feel smaller than anyone has ever before. He blinks and takes you in as you keep prattling on about something or another. He hears you laugh and he blinks from his trance,

“Are you having fun there handsome?” You tease him and he grunts, realizing you’ve been staring at him staring at you and he burrows his face in your neck feeling your shoulders shake as you giggle at him.

“Quit laughin’ at me, I’ll push you off.” He grumbles, gripping your hips with his hands as if to take you off his lap. You squirm and whine, wrapping your arms around his neck and pleading not to.

“Noooo I was just teasing!” You pout and you giggle softly at the way his lips start to quirk up. You feel his right hand come up to your face and he squishes your cheeks together, his left-hand stays at your hips, thumb rubbing at the sliver of skin between your shirt and shorts.

“Keeping laughin’ at me ‘n I’ll give ya something to pout about.” He laughs out a breathy, entertained huff at the ends of his words making your face warm. You blink once, then twice, and then you make that face that makes Toji laugh. Your eyes get wide and you bite your bottom lip that trembles and you can’t hold eye contact.

“Are you trying to fuck me?” You ask, eyes narrowed but your tone is timid. He huffs in amusement again - making you feel shy is his favorite pastime and Toji likes how most often than not you are still shy when presented with the simple fact that Toji likes you enough to want to ram his cock in you. More than even he would like to admit it to your face.

“Took you long enough. Was beginnin’ to think you got even denser than when we first met.” He teases you and he grins, teeth sharp and a bit hungry at the memory of the night you both met - a club with you dressed in a tight black get up and looking alone without your friends, how you blinked doe-eyed and demure when he made you the offer of stepping out.

Morning came with cum stained thighs and wrapped up in a tall, dark, and handsome stranger’s bedsheets. He remembers that morning clearly as morning rain. You blinked up at him while he offered you the choice of staying or calling a cab. With a timid look on your face, you gave him your answer - you stayed and he laughed at how you stumbled out of bed and joined him for breakfast. He wonders if you know how endeared you are to him. How much he loves you - loved you since that morning, when you scrunch your nose at his charred eggs and burnt toast. He stares at you fondly now, in the present moment as you puff and hide your face into his shoulder.

He laughs at your frustrated whine as your let out a small “hmmph!” into his form and he coos at you. His hands rub at your exposed skin, your rump, and your hips. Big, hardened hands covered in calluses and scars and crooked fingers digging into the giving, plushness of your form and he grins at you. He likes that you’re quiet and shy when he gives you this kind of attention - the tremble in your lips and the way your gaze goes downward means you are a tad uncomfortable as you are flattered by it,

“You’re fucking cute ya know that? S’what makes me want to fuck you.” He tells you, voice dark and sinful, and he watches with lidded, entertained as you squirm in his lap. He hisses when the swell of your mound meets and sits on the stiffness of his sweats - you think if you got up you’d see the print of it, heavy with length and girth that takes you time to prepare for it. Even now despite all the experience you’ve had with it, it always feels like it’s the first time.

Toji knows that too, and he likes that. He likes that he’s too big, too much for you and that little oasis in between your legs. He likes how it feels to go through the process - the action of making you cum twice on his fingers, then on his tongue, and then on his cock, until he has his pleasure and you’re teary-eyed and dumb for him. He likes how you clutch at him - a lifeline in the ocean of pleasure he drowns you in, pushing your head under the rocking waters but somehow your lungs fill with more air than salty seawater.

You have no reason to be as adorable as you are now, he can hear your pants for breath and whines tugging to be let out of your lips as he drags your hips over his. He can feel you soak the seam of your shorts, Toji is a gambling man through and through and he’d give good money to bet you're dripping and blood is going to that cute little clit of yours that always pulses for him - begging for his fingers and tongue just as much as you do through bated breath and flushed cheeks.

“T-toji, please..take em’ off.” You murmur him, mirroring him as you nudge at his chin with the crown of your head, lips in a pout and shuddering when you hear his rumbling laugh. Toji is kind to you, gentle in some ways but he is nowhere near nice, especially in bed. Begging and pleading does it for him, always has, and always will. The sweetness in your unsure, flustered voice makes his dick twitch and your weak, defeated tone makes his balls swell in his baggy pants that somehow never really hid the print of his cock from prying eyes.

“Yeah? Should I? That’s all ya want sweetheart - just for me to strip ya? Nah,” He mimics you, tone light and teasing, snark dancing at the edge of your plea like a ballet dancer. Your face feels hot and your head spins as you shake at his words. You can hear him in your ear as a big finger hooks into the waistband of your shorts and tugs them down, your panties half sliding down with them till the hem gets stuck at the fat of your thigh.

“You want more huh? Greedy girl, always wanting more n always ready to beg for it too - you’ve got no pride when it comes to me don’t you.”

He says it like a question but you know he means it like an observation - he’s correct of course, you would abandon everything for the demon of Toji. If only you knew he’d do the same and more for you - which is why he slips his fingers, big and thick past the sticky gusset of your panties and brushes past the petals of your cunt to meet your clit. You twitch and gasp - high and sweet like birdsong and he grins, scar stretching across his lips as he takes in the first crumbling of your demure resolve to show the wanton whore inside you.

He keeps his fingers there, the rough and sturdy pads of his fingers make your hips jut out and roll, chasing the trail of a pleasure shaped in a white rabbit dressed in coattails and the sticky tapping of your slick against his fingers is the ticking of his clock. You sigh his name again when his fingers slide past your clit and follow the seam of your folds. Your head goes down the slope of the invisible thread of motion that pulls you closer to Toji - the earth tugs the moon close as effortlessly as Toji does. Your head rests in between his neck and jaw and you dig your fingers into the material of his shirt as not one but two fingers press against your fluttering hole.

He’s impatient.

You realize as the brain-numbing sting of his fingers push inside you - tentatively and slowly, you gasp and whine into his neck, drool beginning to gather and drip out the corner of your lips. He shushes you and chuckles at the defeated slump in your shoulders, he presses you closer to his lap, your breasts flush against his and he grins at your loss and his victory.

Grunting at the incessant clutching of your walls you hear him chide you - “This cunt’s so fuckin’ tight, don’t I fuck you enough to loosen you up?” You feel him curl his fingers deep inside you, they fit in snugly and you win when he presses the tips of his pads against the spongy part hidden in the walls. You cry, your shoulders shake and your thighs tremble; you half hate, half love your sensitivity as Toji’s voice leers over your shoulder - “Found something, didn’t I?”

You nod your head, eyes scrunched up and watery as he keeps the pace; curling, pumping, fucking you to pieces and you almost cry at how your cunt only gives you the weakest of pulses to signal that you’re frayed rope is on it’s last, dwindling thread until it snaps and your body locks up and your hips twitch as your walls suck, milking at Toji’s fingers for cum they can’t produce.

Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, your jaw feels limp at how he keeps his fingers in you, pushing you back a bit so he can see the look on your face when he keeps fucking your sopping cunt open. Your brows scrunched and your mouth twists as you jump when his retreating fingers brush past your clit. You breathe his name - “Toji, please.” and you’re too blinded by your teary eyes you fail to see how he flushes by how reverently you call his name.

He takes your hips in his hands, you faintly register your slickness on his fingers when your back touches the plushness of your shared bed.

“I got ya sweetheart - I’ll give ya what you want.” He mumbled from above you, his mass being the only thing you can see, feel or smell; the scent of your cunt and sweat and his natural musk sticks to him and you wonder how lucky you are to have him. You reach out and tug at your shirt, the soft material pulled under the swell of your tits and you reach out for his face. Toji, who nuzzles and kisses your palm laughs - rough and cracked at how you’ve served yourself on a platter for him.

His hand comes to one of your tits and squeezes, fingers digging into your malleable flesh, and laughs at your squeak. His thumb rubs at your hardened nipple (you did always run cold) He bends his head down and presses a kiss to the hardened pebble, teasing you with the slightest bit of tongue. When you gasp and arch your back he lets his lips surround your teet and suck, hard.

Gasping, your arms shoot around his head and press your chest out further, groaning at how he presses his weight further down on you and lets his tongue trace, flick at your sensitive nipple before letting go - strings of spit following his grinning mouth. You look wrecked, jaw lax and drool at the corner of your lips and eyes foggy with pleasure - your tits and cunt shine in the low light in the room, and when he asks if you want him to fuck you no, he grins like a wolf at your hurried nod. Blinking out of your stupor you sniffle a little pathetically and you tug him closer by the waistband of his pants - he coos at your neediness, clearly the buzz from cumming did nothing but work you up, you really are nothing but his greedy girl.

His sweats are pulled down and you gasp at how heavy his cock is, as it bobs and droops down on it’s own, Subconsciously you press your legs together, your thighs sticky with slick as your cunt pulses at that going inside you. Toji grins, the gasp and look on your face each time you see his 8 inches hard makes his back stand a little straighter as he looms over you. Big hands go to your thighs and part them, spreading them up and away from the other till your knees brush against your tits. You gulp at this position, you know it all too well, you know how much Toji loves it and how deeply it lets him go - it lets him hit.

“C’mon baby whatcha lookin’ all scared for? You’ve seen it before, yeah? Told me you love my cock even,” He coos, grabbing his cock with one hand, fingers barely managing to touch when wrapped around the circumference of his girth.You moan when he draws near, a globe of pre drips on your puffy clit. His head nudges your cunt, the suckling hole of your cunt flutters as he presses it closer, strong arms keeping himself upright by gripping on the backs of your thighs - sore spots in the same shape of his fingers will pulse and throb as evidence from how Toji fucks the one he loves.

He can faintly see the indents of his nails in your flesh when he pushes forwards and grunt through clenched teeth at how your walls struggle to take the mushroom head of his cock - out of desperation and in tune with your pained gasp of his name he spits - the clear, tacky substance drips down your folds to the spear of his cock and grants him another inch. Your thighs quake in his grip and feel them twitch from the sting your poor cunt leaks for.

“Toji, toji - nngh, it’s big -” you pause your babbling as you hiccup, chest going up and down as tears gather in your delicate waterline, you throw your head back in defeat and squirm against him, “ Why are you so big?” You half ask half squeal, sobs racking through your chest to your stomach as the last inch of Toji’s monster of a cock presses flush to the buzzing lips of your cunt.

Balls to your ass he pulls back only to surge forward, the pat, pat, pat of your slicked and hot thighs meeting the swell of his balls fills the room, as Toji grunts from the tight, hot, sopping heat of your cunt suckles around his cock - begging to be filled. He tears his gaze from how your too small cunt takes his too big cock to your face only to find you’ve covered your face with your hands, lips curl back to a snarl he almost growls at you,

“Take your fuckin’ hands off.” It's a threat, one hand lets go of your thigh and taps at your clit - it makes you jump and shift and you sob at how it lets his cock go in deeper, bumping against the wall of your cervix. Your hands are curled at your chest as your mouth is left hanging and you sob when he barks at you - “Cover up again n I’ll use ya like damn sleeve n leave you here, got it?” You can see the veins in his neck and you nod, hands coming to the backs of your knees, holding up one and the other resting above Toji’s own.

He blinks away sweat in his eyes and nods, gaze going back to your cunt, “Good girl,” He licks the thumb of his free hand and takes it back to your clit - strums at it and keeps his pace even as you squeal - teetering on going over the edge, the sea of pleasure once again laps at your ankles, caressing your skin; asking to bring you under.

You say yes. You always say yes with hearts in your eyes and your thighs spread.

“Toji- Toji, baby m cumming, m gonna cum!” Your cry, voice rocky and shrill as you sob through your climax and your hand that rests on his clutches the knuckles of his hand, fingers breaking skin in red lines. He grunts and rolls out a rough, deep, “Fuck..” as he feels your release drip to his balls and down the fat of your ass. He nods and picks up the pace - focusing on his pleasure, he bites down on his tongue as you squeak and cry at his fast and deep thrusts. Your bedsheets are a mess - when Toji cums, he spills the white of his cum into your puffy cunt only for it to drip out the seams, landing on your soft white sheets.

Toji lets your thighs drop to his waist and he lets you pull him closer. He gently scoops you from under him, so he rests on his back and you lay on top of him - sweaty and covered from tears to drool. He lets himself rest, hand on top of your head soothing your hair as you press soft kisses to his chest in between your shakiness and sniffles.

He hums at your affirmations, letting you melt into his skin as soft - “I love you”s fall from your bitten lips. He repeats them back to you, eyes dropping from the come down till you murmur that you need to get clean. He blinks at you like a cat before smiling and nodding.

“Five minutes though, just like having ya to myself like this.” He mutters, you can see the lines below his eyes, and you smile fondly. Nodding you press another kiss to his chest before scooting off and rolling to his side.

“I love you.” You say, and you mean it. You mean it as much as your thighs burn and your body aches. He looks at you and takes you in before he nods, bringing one big arm around to hold you close.

“Love ya too. '' he means it, even though it's hard for him to admit you take it with a smile and a nuzzle to his chin. You really are too good for him, no one sticks to him like you do, but maybe, if a good person likes you chooses him that must be in someway he really is good too.

#lamb.writes #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk. ♡#toji. ♡

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WORLD TOUR- .09

"Sir, you can not be in here."

“[Name]!” A voice screamed into my ear, jolting me awake from my sleep. Covering the top of my body with a blanket since I slept in a tank top I tiredly stare at my abuser. “What time is it?” I groan, lifting a hand over my eyes due to the light coming in from the bus windows. “Time to get off the bus.” Bill laughs, Georg was next to him eating a granola bar. Rolling my eyes I laid back down. Springroll made a little noise, wiggling in my side to get comfortable again.

I glance over at the clock and it was only 8:30 in the morning. It does seem like the bus is stopped though so I fix my shirt and stand up unfortunately to Springroll. “Where is everyone else?” I stretch my arms into the air, moaning at the feeling.

“They all went into the hotel already. The hotel said they had a buffet open.” Georg explains as Bill was already running off. I’m surprised he’s up and so energetic. Usually, he’s the complete opposite of me. Being bitchy and annoyed with everyone. I just know someone’s going to say something that irritates me.

I lift Springroll into my arms. Luckily this hotel takes pets they said they actually prefer cats coming in over dogs. Less noisy.

“Ah, I’m going to find a hoodie. I’ll join everyone in a minute.” I tell him, he just nods, listening to what I say. After what happened with the managers I got a call from Jace the same night. He told me he’s going to join our last two shows before we leave for the United States. Something that is really going against what my managers want. They do not want me seen with anyone other than bandmates or really just Tom. Something I wish I could argue on.

Tom has been a bit sweeter but still avoidant from me. I should be the one avoiding him. He said that stuff about me and ever since the meltdown he’s now looking at ways to get away from me or get out of a conversation when I join it. He’s doing the exact opposite of what we were told to do in public as well. He’s going to get us yelled at once again.

Whatever his deal is he needs to chill. He could’ve told me to stop holding his hand or leaning on him if he wanted to but he told me I was okay. Ugh, I shouldn’t be stressing over my frustration with him.

It was another thing I tried talking to Jace about but every time I go to complain about Tom or anything for that matter he talks about himself and switches the whole subject.

It’s really weird.

Anywho, I threw on a grew crewneck and slipped on shows as I got off the bus. I held Springroll as I walked in the breeze to get into the large building. A security guard had opened the door, a quiet thank you slipping out of my mouth in passing.

I joined the group and got a plate of my own. The others had either finished their food or were getting seconds right now. Tom was ahead of me getting fruit and cereal so I silently crept up to him. “Strawberries and raspberries?” I snicker, it’s the same thing every time he picks fruit. That or pineapple too. “Yeah?” He scoffs and I just lift one hand up in defense.

“4 more shows until the U.S.A!” I cheered the last part jokingly and he just laughs shaking his head. “How do you feel?” I ask him.

“Oh you know, I get to party. Have fun with some girls.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I scrunch my nose pretending to be disgusted. I really felt a pang in my stomach. Weird.

“I wish, I got stuck with Jace now.” I dramatically say, obviously, it was a joke just like his sort of was meant to be but we all know he was telling the truth. “Whose fault is that?” He gave me a look and I furrow my eyebrows. “What does that mean?”

“I mean, you chose to date him even after questioning it.” He points out but for some reason, it just hits me the wrong way. “Don’t throw that in my face,” I tell him, he just takes a bite of a strawberry. “You’re the one who complained to me.” Tom reminds me and I stare at him for a minute, pressing my lips together tightly. “I’ll make sure to never do that again, don’t worry.” I huff, walking away from him.

Sure it may have seemed like I asked for that. Maybe I was a little over dramatic with walking away but I’m happy with whatever relationship I have with Jace. Obviously, I was having a hard time with it but I shouldn’t have that thrown in my face.

I think…

No, I shouldn’t! Screw Tom, I need to stop talking to him. Why do I do this to myself?

I make my way over to Johanna, she’s finally not around Gustav where I can talk to her myself.

“[Name], want to go to a spa later!?” She points to a spa room and my eyes widen. Ever since performing, I’ve had a terrible ache in my back. “Yes!” I hold onto her arm excitedly. “Didn’t think you’d be that happy about a spa.” She laughs.

“You have no idea.” I grin. “Want to bring Bill?” I look over at the black and white-haired boy who sat with Georg. He finally lost the energy he once had to annoy me.

“Of course.” She takes a quick drink from her apple juice.

I’m going to have to figure out who will watch my cat or just take her with me and see if they will allow her to just sit in her little cage or something.

After eating we told Bill about the spa and we ended up letting the boys know what we were doing before sneaking off without warning. That means they had to unpack the bus without us into our rooms. Like normal the boys shared their room and then Johanna and I got our room. Tom ended up taking Springroll even though he looked against it. He, Georg, and Gustav promised to look after her.

“Dude this is going to be amazing.” Bill shakes me from behind, he held onto my shoulders as we waited for the ladies to get their set up ready. They already got us changed into just robes.

One lady steps out and she seems pretty nervous as she looks at us. “So, you three are going to have to be separated. One in one room and two in the other. I apologize if that’s an inconvenience.” She bows her head down in sorrow as if we were going to get pissed. I raise my hand super quick though. “I’ll be separated.” I laugh. Bill gasps. “I want to be separated.” He pouts as Johanna just looks at us like what the fuck.

The lady seemed a lot more relaxed after we picked who was going where. Johanna is going to be separated since it’s only fair. She’s paying for the extra things.

I ended up getting a man masseuse. This confused me because I didn’t see him in the beginning but I’m not objectifying anything, this man is attractive. I shouldn’t be thinking that though. Sadly I have a boyfriend who prevents those thoughts.

There was still a separation between Bill and me as we had a curtain there. Once he was done cleaning off the table he helped me up and took the robe off leaving me in a towel so when I laid down he put it just below my lower back. He didn’t even look my way either. He was a gentleman y’all.

“Is there any area you want specifically?” He asks, opening the bottle of oil. “My back, in the middle really,” I inform him, I completely laid my face into the hole and relaxed my once very tense body. I thought this was going to be weird at first but after getting the hang of everything around me it seemed nice. Also I really just need to relax in general.

Hearing Bill hum a few times I tried hard not to laugh. Then I heard the door open. My masseuse suddenly stopped, whispering to whoever opened the door and since I was closest I listened in. Bill probably wouldn’t have been able to since he chose to have music playing. Like one of those elevator types but more enjoyable.

“Sir, you cannot be in here.” My masseuse tells the person. “I’m sorry, it’s kind of an emergency. I’m Bill’s brother.”

Tom? Of course he ruins this for us.

Emergency?

“Kind of an emergency?” He questions in return. “Okay, it’s an emergency for the girl. To [Name]. Well, it will be if you don’t let me tell her.” He seemed out of breath, and this started to worry me, I lifted my face up and it was very bright. Having to get used to it I see Tom playing with his hands as he was trying to convince this man to let him through.

“Um, it’s okay,” I tell the masseuse who seemed annoyed by now. Probably thinking he wasn’t going to get paid.

I adjust myself to sit up, covering my chest. The guy helps me put my robe back on. “What’s going on?” I roll my eyes, fixing the robe but he takes my arm and pulls me outside of the room. “Tom!? Seriously, what the fuck are you doing?” I glare at him.

“Springroll, she uh... She got loose somewhere in the hotel.” He sighs, and my eyes widen. My baby… The love of my life. Loose in a hotel… that we are only staying at for three nights. This huge ass hotel and my cat is missing. “Are you,” I cut myself off to take a deep breath. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I shout in a whisper-type way. He shushes me, looking around. “She couldn’t have gotten far this just happened. I let a worker know too.” He tells me, placing a hand on my shoulder but I shove it off.

“You better fucking find her, Tom Kaulitz.” I shove his chest. “Pay for my thing for me I’m going to look for her,” I order him, running out of the room in the short-ass robe.

Tom I guess told Bill and Johanna since they are change back into their clothes and joined me in searching for my cat.

“I’m so going to beat your brother’s ass for this.” I tear up, I stop and put a hand on my forehead. “Me too, I’m so sorry [Name].” Bill brings me into a hug and I break down crying.

“This is my baby, we have to find her, Bill.” I push away and carry back down the hall.

It’s been 45 minutes in and we still can’t find her. We were currently separated searching for her. The workers said they would keep an eye out on her and walkie other workers to get one of us.

“What if we can’t find her?” I mumble, tears still streaming down my face. “We will, don’t talk like that.” Bill snaps at me, and we continue down the long hallway.

“Here, let’s change the subject to sort of get your mind off this.” He starts and I deadpan at him. How is anything going to get my mind off of my Springroll? My tan tabby baby.

“What’s your deal with Tom?” He raises an eyebrow and I give him a look. “What?” I mutter out, what the fuck does he mean. “I mean, why do you hate him so much. Growing up we were all so close. You were probably closer to him than me.” He explains, my eyes go straight to the floor then back to looking around, remembering what we were doing in the first place. I shook the treat bag one more time before speaking up.

“It’s not my place to speak on.” I bite on my bottom lip and he stops suddenly. “[Name], you two obviously aren’t over it. Please just tell me.” I stop as well and turn to face him since he was now a few steps behind. “Bill, it’s not important right now. My cat is missing. I’m not worrying about my relationship with your twin brother.” I exclaim a little bit louder than intended. Shaking the bag again I continue looking.

It was silent for a few moments before he speaks again. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” He apologizes. I just hum, turning the hall. “I think it’s best we go different ways. I’ll talk to you about it later.” I frown, he just says okay and does as I say. Going in the other direction.

Thinking about what he asked I fixed my robe once more, tying it tighter.

Why would he ask that so suddenly? Why I and Tom didn’t like each other anymore. He didn’t even question it when it happened I figured he knew or was told. I thought it was something everyone knew but didn’t speak on.

Maybe I was wrong.

“I like you [Name], I do.” He tells me and I smile sweetly. “Then ask me out already.” I grab onto his arm, leaning my head onto his shoulder as we sat side by side on my porch in the backyard by the pool. “Not yet.” He whispers.

“If you like me, what’s stopping you?” I laughed, not exactly understanding what was happening. “[Name], you deserve someone better.” He explains and I look up at him. “You’re quite enough, Tom.” I stare into his eyes as he sadly looked back into mine. “Not yet…” He repeats.

“I’m leaving, anything you want to say?” I ask in a hopeful tone towards Tom who just sat on the couch with a blank expression. “Have fun.” He mumbles. I make my way over to him and place my hands on my hips. “That's it? I’m leaving for five months and that’s it?” I scrunch my nose, confused as he just sat there. “[Name] we can’t be together, stop holding onto something that is not there!” He suddenly exasperates and I take a single step back.

I blink a few times, mainly holding back tears but not understanding what he is saying. “You said you liked me.” I simply state. “You said eventually we’d be something. Your words have me holding on. If you had just told me this was going to be a waste I would’ve been done a long time ago.” My voice breaks embarrassingly as I try my hardest not to raise or lower my voice.

“You told me the distance wouldn’t hurt us.” I cried out, he gets up from his spot and suddenly I feel stupid for even saying anything. Realizing we’re only 14, how could 14-year-olds be so dramatic.

“It’s not the distance. It’s me. I can’t do it.” He goes to touch me but I step back again. “Why?”

He just stares at me in response.

“Tom. Don’t speak to me when I come back.” I walk out of the room.

Looking back at it, it was pretty dramatic. And hey, it could be but he gave me a lot of confusing gestures. He was sweet to me, he did everything that a normal boyfriend would do. He just wouldn’t put the label or do anything in public and I never understood why.

When I came back though he did as I asked, he never spoke a word but that turned into us arguing and then it was constant. We couldn’t stand each other. Now here we are 17 and 18 years old still hating each other for no reason other than we decided not to date at 14 almost 15 years old.

When I came back after those five months I had turned 15 and met Jace. Since Tom hated him off the bat I dated him in spite of Tom. Maybe not the best way to start a relationship but he loved me. He showed me things I never knew about myself.

I will never tell him why our relationship started but that’s okay. He doesn’t need to know.

“[Name]!!!” A voice screams down the hall and my head snaps their way. It was Tom holding Springroll as he ran over to me, I met him halfway and took her from his arms. “Oh my fucking god!” I screamed, sliding against the wall to the ground, holding Sringroll to my face.

“Don’t do that again, you stupid cunt.” I whispered in her ear and Tom laughed, kicking my legs. “Cover your legs.” He mutters just loud enough for me to hear as people started walking past. I look down and remember I’m in a robe, doing as he told I shake my head. Utterly embarrassed.

“Nice pink underwear though. Gotta say I didn’t see you as the type.” He laughs and I kick his shins causing him to hiss, falling next to me.

“Thank you,” I say after we calmed down a bit. I turn my head to look at him, he was looking at the wall across from us.

“I’m sorry for losing her.” He turns his face and we end up being centimeters apart. Our noses almost touched. For a moment we sit there just silent. It felt entrancing. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I was stuck.

It felt like he was getting closer, our noses now scraping each other every time we breathed.

Springroll makes a high-pitched meow and I let out a breath pushing back from the trance I felt myself once in. His eyes squeezed shut, mentally cursing at himself.

“I uh, I gotta change and apologize to my masseuse.” I awkwardly laugh, using his knee I stood up. He just nods and I speed walk down the hall, once he was out of sight I leaned against another wall. Taking in a deep breath.

What was that?

Honestly, I had no idea what this chapter was going to be and I wasn't even going to have drama in another chapter but this was fun and I wanted to start giving a little backstory on their hatred for each other. This is also I think the longest chapter so far. Crazy crazy.

#bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #x reader

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