#half-n-half sarees

[jjasen]

truth or dare, princess?

summary: playing truth or dare with JJ leads to something more than just a game, kook!reader

warnings: alcohol, sexually explicit, 18+, minors do not interact!

a/n: usage of the nickname “Sare” is used for Sarah, fyi ❀

word count: 2.2k

You sighed, shouldering your tote bag filled with bags of Sarah’s favorite brand of popcorn and cans of sparkling water as you made your way towards the Chateau, your sandals dragging against the sparse grass of John B’s lawn. “Please tell me why I’m here again, Sare,” you groaned, leaning your head back, stray strands of hair escaping from your claw clip. 

“Because you love me,” she said matter-of-factly, walking backwards to face you, a grin tugging on her lips. 

“And why, exactly, does that mean I have to meet John B and his friends? I already know who they are,” you said, wrinkling your nose and swiftly re-twisting your hair into your clip. “Especially JJ. I cannot believe you roped me into spending time with him.”

“Babes, is there something wrong with me wanting my best friend to establish a friendship with the other people I hang out with?” Sarah sighed at you. “I just- you know feel trapped around the other people at the Eight.”

“I know, I know,” you said, reaching the porch, “but you so owe me if JJ hits on me again.”

“I can’t promise anything, but I’ll tell him to keep it in his pants,” Sarah rolled her eyes at you, lightly rapping on the door, which swung open a few moments later. John B stepped out, squinting and running his hand through his sun-streaked russet hair. “Hey,” he smiled widely, slotting Sarah into his side and kissing the top of her head, “you must be the infamous best friend.” 

He extended his hand and shook yours firmly, and you appreciated his genuine grin. “And you must be the infamous boyfriend,” you said smoothly, smiling lightly and removing your sunglasses. 

“That I am,” he said, and gestured inside. “Shall we?” You followed him into the Chateau, glancing around and noting its scruffy interior, couch cushions worn and surfaces littered with half-full beer bottles. However, both John B and Sarah seemed at ease in the casual, ramshackle atmosphere.

“Is everyone here yet?” Sarah asked, setting down her bag on what you presumed was a kitchen table under a layer of crumpled napkins and empty soda cans. 

“Nah, it’s just JJ right now, Pope and Kie are finishing up a grocery run for Heyward,” said John B from the kitchen, turning on the faucet for a glass of water. 

“JJ!” Sarah called. “Come and meet my best friend! And make sure you’re wearing a shirt!” You grimaced. 

The blond pogue strode towards you from the hallway, adjusting his faded red baseball cap, thankfully wearing a thin muscle tee. He nodded at you and gave you a slow once-over, whistling lightly at the short hem of your sundress. “Hey there, princess,” he greeted, winking at you, then turned to John B. “Yo, where’s Pope? I need him to help me with my bike.” He sank down onto the sagging couch and grabbed a beer bottle off of the table. 

John B checked his phone. “Pope actually just texted me asking to pick him and Kie up,” he said, glancing at you and Sarah. Swiping his keys off of the table, he tossed them up in the air and caught them, then looked back at Sarah. “Coming?” he grinned.

Sarah turned back at you, silently asking if it was okay for her to go. You gave her a wide eyed look that said don’t you dare leave me here with him and crossed your arms, not thrilled at the prospect of being alone in the Chateau with the shameless flirt that was JJ Maybank. She pouted her lips slightly at you and gave you puppy-dog eyes, and you sighed, waving your hand at her. 

“Yep!” Sarah chirped, throwing her arms around John B as they walked out of the Chateau towards his beat-up brown van, which you were sure was absolutely not safe to be driven. Sighing, you plopped down on John B’s couch and unlocked your phone to text Sarah. 

you: sare i swear to god if you left me alone with him here so you could go and make out with john b

sarah: ...so what if i did

you: come back i need you plsss

sarah: you’ll be fine you’re a big girl now babes

You scoffed and set your phone down, shaking your head slightly. JJ turned towards you. “So...guess it’s just the two of us now, princess,” he said, drumming his fingers on the worn couch cushion. 

“I suppose it is.” 

He leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling. “Wanna play a game?”

“Not really,” you replied, wishing that you had brought a book or something, anything, to distract you from the person sitting next to you and his casually crooked grin.

“Truth or dare, princess?” He turned his head to focus his languid blue gaze on you.

You sighed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Fine. Truth, I guess,” you said, pursing your lips slightly. 

“Why’d you and Evans break up?” He was surprisingly quick to think of a question, and you blinked rapidly, slightly shocked by the immediate intensity of his inquiry.

“I- I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Maybank,” you said drily, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

“Well, I just made it my business by asking,” he pointed out, a playful lilt in his voice. You frowned and fidgeted with the hem of your sundress. 

“I guess Noah and I just didn’t see eye-to eye,” you said finally. “And it definitely didn’t help that someone would always hit on me at parties. He didn’t like that very much.”

JJ did not look the least bit ashamed. “I’m a charming guy, you’re a pretty girl, what can I say?” he shrugged. “Besides, I would have stopped if you asked me to.”

You flushed and looked away, ashamed that a part of you had liked his attention, ashamed that he was right: you never told him to stop, despite the fact that you had had a boyfriend. Despite the fact that you were a kook, and he was a pogue.

JJ nudged you with his elbow, his voice soft. "Hey, it's your turn to ask me now."

You turned to look at him, an amused smile playing on the corners of your lips. “Truth or dare, Maybank?”

“Truth,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you. 

Surprised that he had chosen the somewhat tamer option, you had to contemplate for a moment to find a good question to ask him. Biting your bottom lip, you asked, “Why do you call me princess?”

“You’re pretty,” he said. You’re beautiful and gorgeous and way out of my league, was what he truthfully wanted to say. “And everyone likes you.” I like you, and I like the way you blush when I call you princess, and I want to pamper you, like royalty, the way you deserve, better than Noah Evans ever could.

“I’m pretty and everyone likes me,” you repeated, shaking your head with a laugh. “That’s it? Do you like me, JJ?” you teased. 

JJ followed your every movement as your teeth flashed pearly white, as your eyes sparkled when you laughed, and he chuckled, a faint flush rising up his neck. “That technically counts as another question, princess.” He maintained that same intense, burning gaze, and a shiver ran down your spine. You felt vulnerable, almost naked with the way he watched you; it was as if he could see the worst parts of yourself, and yet still he couldn’t bring himself to look away. 

“Alright. Truth or dare?” he asked.

“I’m scared of what you’ll make me do, Maybank,” you smiled honestly, “so I pick truth.”

JJ chuckled and leaned back as he swigged from his beer bottle, his arm draped behind your seat on the couch but not touching you, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body. He hummed, thinking for a moment, then nodded to himself. “You into pogues, princess?”

“I don’t see why I couldn’t be,” you replied easily, smoothing out the skirt of your linen sundress over your thighs, a little shocked by his forwardness. He set down his beer on John B’s coffee table.

He leaned into you, whispering conspiratorially. “Yeah? Would you fuck one?” He was so close that you could see the divot of his cupid’s bow and his individual eyelashes that gleamed like spun gold in the sunlight, his breath hot and heady on your cheek.

“That technically counts as another question, Maybank,” you parroted, smiling. “But...” You turned your head towards him, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Yes,” you breathed suggestively, cheeks burning, surprised at your own brazenness. 

JJ hardened almost immediately, intoxicated with your proximity to him, the scent of your shampoo making his head spin. He gazed at you, eyelids hooded with desire, not breaking eye contact with you. He reached out with his hand to twirl a strand of your hair around his forefinger. 

“Truth or dare, princess?” He mumbled. 

Your stomach was warm, tingly, and your skin felt electric as he brushed his fingers on your jaw. You barely managed a whisper with how breathless you were. “Dare.”

“I dare you to fuck me right here.”

He looked down at your lips, flitting his gaze back up to your eyes. Under your breath, you mumbled, "Oh, fuck it," grabbing his jaw and crushing your lips to his. JJ responded eagerly, his rough, calloused palms sweeping over your thighs, pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap, kissing you hard, desperately, as if he would drown if he wasn't touching you. He tasted slightly of beer and mint toothpaste and something else, something that was entirely JJ. 

Pulling back to gasp for air, JJ lazily opened his eyes, heavily exhaling and his hair ruffled. His gaze narrowed with lust as he took in your sundress riding up your thighs, your cheeks flushed, mouth parted slightly, your lips swollen and red and enticing. Panting, he latched himself onto your neck, his tongue sinful and sultry as he kissed down the column of your neck, grazing your collarbones with his teeth, and you were suddenly conscious of how achingly wet you are, how you had been rolling your hips back and forth over JJ’s hard length.

You knelt to unzip his cargo shorts, palming the thick member straining under the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs. Slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, you freed his cock from its confines, and it sprang out against his abdomen, heavy and impossibly warm.

You lapped at his pulsating tip, swirling your tongue over a bead of pearly-clear precum as you gently stroked the base of his cock. JJ moaned, throwing his head back in complete ecstasy when you swept over that sensitive spot under his swollen pink head. He curled his fingers into your hair.

“Do-” JJ inhaled sharply, pupils dilated in absolute pleasure and arousal; voice dropping lower, almost a whisper as he groaned, “Do that again.” 

You maintained eye contact as you continued to stroke his heavy, throbbing shaft, JJ barely restraining from pounding into your mouth as you slowly lapped your tongue over his length, his tip kissing the back of your throat.

“Shit, princess, you better stop, or I’m gonna come right here,” he panted, jerking his hips back, his cock pulsating. He pulled you back on top of him and slowly stroked himself while you shimmied your cotton panties down your thighs. His hands grasped your hips and you sank down onto his aching cock, trembling as you ground against his pelvis.

“Shit, JJ!” you breathed, your back arched sensuously as you clenched around him. He thrust into you, filling you so completely, so absolutely deep inside of your warmth that you were breathless and couldn’t contain your sultry moans.

“You better keep the volume down or I’m gonna go even harder,” JJ groaned, pounding into you, reducing you into a whimpering, moaning mess. Pleasure radiated through your core, incandescently euphoric as JJ rasped filthy encouragements. 

“You look so pretty like that, taking my cock like a good girl,” he uttered, fisting the fabric of your sundress. “Do I fuck better than Evans, princess?”

“Yes, yes,” you whimpered, almost sobbing with bliss. You could feel your slick arousal drip down your thighs as he stroked your clit with the pad of his thumb, every nerve ending in the sensitive nub throbbing. Burying your face in JJ’s neck, you pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to his skin. “I’m- oh, fuck! I’m so close, JJ,” you moaned, raking your nails across his shoulder blades. 

His tip caught inside of you, tilting into a spot deep within, and you cried out, pleasure surging through your body in sultry waves. His breath hitched at the sound of your release, and, bucking his hips, you felt him spill into you, his chest heaving as you basked in the glow of your shared orgasms. Your legs continue to tremble around JJ’s throbbing length, and when he pulled out, it was with an obscenely wet sound that had his cock twitching hopefully for more. 

You caught your breath for a minute, still feeling pleasantly warm and tingly from your orgasm, slumping into the couch cushions. 

“I hope you know I still don’t like you, Maybank.”

“Mm, okay. Keep convincing yourself with that bullshit; maybe it’ll work one day, princess.”

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[chaethewriter]

got a sweet asian chick

Jack Champion x South(east)Asian!reader

In which you and Jack have been dating for a while, and the two of you mutually agree to take the next step: meeting the family.

Word count: 4k

Warning: not proofread, english isn't my first language, rushed, lots of mistakes?

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy

A/N: here you go Riah!! Enjoy reading everyone.🫶

"I think I'm sweating through my pants." Jack Champion was a confident man, usually able to mask his feelings with his goofy and silly behavior, but right for this instance, that silly demeanor was thrown out of the window as he stood in front of his home's mirror with shaking legs. He wore a black suit, the blazer a wrap plaid one as he topped it off with a black tie and dress shoes. "Baby, are you sure I shouldn't wear.. uhm.. your traditional clothing?" His lips were pursed as he forgot what it was called when he watched himself in the mirror. He was a white american, an entire different race than you and your family. Of course, that shouldn't matter at all, but he felt incredibly nervous. He was raised by his mother with respect and turned into a true gentleman, but he was afraid. Afraid he would fuck this up and make a fool out of himself. This was his first time meeting your relatives, after all. He felt nervous meeting your parents too, but they were quick to like him. Well, your mom. Your father was still protective when it came to you and boys, but that's how fathers will always be. Currently, the two of you were getting ready for your cousin's wedding. The loser of a cousin finally proposed to his now-fiancee, and you couldn't be happier for them. He was like a brother to you. This led to you asking Jack to be your date for the wedding, since he is your boyfriend and all. You understood that if he had declined, you had a huge family after all. You didn't even know 75% of the people, and you probably knew at least a hundred relatives. But to your surprise, Jack had agreed to accompany you, seeing it as the next step in your relationship. You saw your future in his eyes, after all. To say you were beyond excited was an understatement, finally sharing your culture with your boyfriend in the way it should be shown. Jack did know the basic stuff from visiting your home and eating with your parents, but they always tended to tone it down. This time, he could get the real experience. You were getting ready in his guestroom, as you had a ton of stuff to prepare for and needed all the space you could possibly use. From the other room, you replied to his question as you fixed your saree, "Jaanu (beloved), I'm sure of it. I would rather you introduce yourself as you, Jack Champion, my silly boyfriend. And that suit definitely screams your name." You looked at yourself in the mirror with the proudest look on your face as a few strands of your hair framed your face. The brown-beige colored shameen draped saree hugged your body as the jewelry on your wrists and neck were the cherry on top. Your earrings completed the outfit as a whole as they matched your makeup look. You bit your lip in satisfaction. You felt so beautiful in your own skin. But would Jack feel the same way?

"Wow," Jack stood in the dooropening, staring right into your reflection in the mirror as his jaw practically dropped to the floor. He was so used to you wearing acubi fashion: cargo pants, crop tops with half-zipped hoodies, that this side of you was such a shocker to him. Not a negative one, though. He walked up to you, still mesmerized by your beauty. His eyes checked you out from head to toe as he stood behind you, checking every curve and decoration on you. He slowly moved his hands to your waist, gripping your skin as he pushed you against him. The back of your head hit his chest as a blush covered your cheeks. You watched his expression through the mirror and his eyes held nothing but adoration and love, "You're so pretty. You're always so pretty and breathtaking, priya (beloved)." He had a funny American accent when he whispered the last part, but you couldn't help but blush. He took his time learning about your culture and your ways. Even though he was a busy man with his acting job, he always made time for you. Jack Champion was the man of everyone's dreams. And he was yours.

Your parents had picked you up from Jack's house, his mom begging him to take a lot of videos and pictures for her to relive the moment before the two of you had left. She couldn't help but make the two of you pose in front of the house, taking a ton of pictures of her son holding your waist as your hand were resting against his chest. Like the gentleman Jack was, he opened the cardoor for you to get seated. While in the car, you seated next to Jack in the backseat, your mother spoke up, "My dāmāda (son-in-law), how are you feeling? About the wedding?" A blush crept up on your cheeks at that nickname. Your mother took a liking to your boyfriend, and you couldn't be happier about how accepting she was. You had a feeling it happened after he told her about his job at such a young age, but the more he was around, the more she grew to like him for who he was. Your father thought different about it, though, as a grumble left his lips at the way your mother called your boyfriend. He did earn a smack from your mother in return. Jack brought his right hand to your thigh to caress it as his other hand moved to hold onto yours, his thumb rubbing your skin, "I can't lie. I'm pretty nervous, but also excited to get the real cultural experience with my girlfriend by my side." He was so cheesy, but you couldn't help but smile at his words.

From the rear mirror, your father watched how lovey dovey the two of you were being. Even though you tried your best to be as discreet as possible, your father would rather not have Jack in his car at all. Let alone him being so acceptable of the touches you shared. "Please keep your hands away from my d- ow priya (beloved)!" Your mother had slapped your father before he was able to finish his sentence. You shook your head as you gave Jack a reassuring smile, taking both his hands and holding them in your lap. He gave you a smile in return as he played with your fingers, something he did whenever he needed to calm down. You leaned closer to him as you pulled one of your hands away from his grip to stroke the strands of hair out of his eyesight. The two of you were acting like a cheesy, newly wedded couple, but you didn't care. As long as he was by your side, everything would be okay.

Being the gentleman Jack was, he had gotten out of the car the moment your father had parked to go ahead and open your door for you. You had blushed yet again at this action. You were easily swooned when it came to him. You grabbed onto his exchanged hand as you grabbed your sari with the other to lift the fabric off the floor as you stepped out of the car. A blush had covered Jack’s pale skin as he watched your every move. You looked, no, you were someone out of a fairy tale. You were beyond beautiful, breaking the scale as you were above it. “well thank you, my prince Naveen.” The both of you knew that ‘prince charming’ would have been the usual phrase, but you didn’t like that. Prince charming didn’t have any personality and Jack was the complete opposite of that, so you had decided to settle on Naveen, who was also your favorite Disney prince. Very ironic, considering your ethnicity. “Y/N!!” You were almost knocked on your butt at the sudden force running into, if that weren’t for Jack holding you by the small of your back. “My sweet boni (wild berry)!” You engulfed her in your arms as you held her against your hip, “for sure has been a while, hasn’t it?” You got a nod in response as she wrapped your arms around you, “missed you!” She had exclaimed, before she made direct eye contact with Jack, who had put on the brightest smile as he waved at her. She shyly waved in return, thinking the older boy in front of her was quite handsome.

“I knew she would be here. Assalamu Alaikum, bhanjee (sister’s daughter).” One of your hundred aunts came up to you, putting her hand on your arm as she leaned to press her cheek against yours. You smiled as you greeted her in return, “Wa’alaikum Salaam, auntie.” You felt Jack shift as his grip on the small of your back tightened. You put your cousin down, before putting your hand on Jack’s chest, the other hugging his arm close to you. “Auntie, this is my boyfriend, Jackson.” Your aunt had looked at the boy from head to toe, making him shake in his shoes. He put his hand on his chest as he nodded his head to greet her, “It’s nice to meet you, miss. And just Jack is alright with me.” You had looked at your aunt for approval, as she still analyzed his figure. “Aren’t you a tall handsome boy! What do your parents do, hm? Please call me auntie!”

If you could crumble through the ground, it would have happened right there and then. “Oh thank you, auntie! Uhm my mom studied bio-“

“Oh doctor!! When are the two of you getting married!”

A heavy blush had covered Jack’s cheeks as you basically pulled Jack with you towards the venue, “Auntie we are going to greet the others, please excuse us!” As you speed walked off with your boyfriend trailing behind you.

“I am so sorry for her,” you bit your lip as you looked down in shame. The two of you were still so young and for your auntie to start talking about marriage, “I’m sorry if you felt uncomfortable with that question.” You saw your future in him, even though the two of you were still so young, and you didn’t know if Jack felt the same way. Instead of an awkward response, a laugh had erupted from him, “It’s okay darling. After all, you having my last name doesn’t sound so bad now, does it?”

You had smacked his chest, “We aren’t even twenty, Jack!”

The two of you had walked around greeting other relatives, some you knew and most you didn’t. It was the usual ‘I held you when you were just a baby!’ and ‘I remember when you just learned how to walk’ moment, where you awkwardly smiled in response. The moment they saw Jack, they had all interviewed him like true interviewers whenever he was on press tours. He didn’t mind though, as he would try his hardest for you. Their defensive behavior disappeared the moment he had told them he was an actor, your relatives linking this to being rich. Word spread about you bringing in your white famous boyfriend, other people coming up to the two of you to ask you questions about your relationship. You already felt your social battery draining and the ceremony hadn’t even started yet, so you pulled Jack to the side as another storm of relatives flooded in, late as always cause everyone could never be on time. Luckily for them, the soon-to-be-married couple already counted on this. Once Asian, always Asian. “I have never seen a family this big before.” He had leaned down to whisper that in your ear, his lips pressed against your ear as his hot breath fanned against your skin. His hand was holding your waist as he pulled you closer, “did I already tell you that you look incredible tonight, babe.”

Your hands traveled to his chest, gripping onto his blazer as you looked around, “isn’t this kind of inappropriate of you to do at the wedding of your new family, sir Champion?”

His eyes sparkled as he pulled his face away to flash you a grin, “I can’t help it, mrs. Champion. I like the physical contact.” You chuckled in response, pressing a quick kiss against his plump lips before pulling yourself away from him, the only physical contact being your arm hooking into his. So far, you had mostly met aunties, uncles and distant cousins. Jack didn’t know what was about to come. The scariest part of meeting an Asian family: the older cousins. They were probably running late as always.

“Before you can call me mrs. Champion, you still have some obstacles to win, Jackson Champion.” You weren’t going to lie, you were incredibly worried about him meeting your grandparents and older cousins. You were one of the youngest, so they were extra protective when it came to you. “Which is?”

Before you could answer your dear boyfriend, one of your relatives had gotten on stage with a microphone in her hand, “Namaste, family, friends. We have come here together,” She did her introduction speech, before telling everyone to sit at one of the hundreds of round tables in the huge venue. You smiled at your boyfriend and pulled him along, looking for any familiar faces you could sit with. “(Y/N), here!” You heard your name being called as you looked around. Among the crowded tables, you spotted a few heads peeking out from the crowd. Your older cousins. All sitting together. Holding one chair free for you. You didn’t tell them about Jack coming. You gulped as you headed their way. This was it, the true judging of your boyfriend.

“well good day, rats.” You smirked as they all stood up to engulf you in a hug, or a handshake. Jack stood there awkwardly, waiting for you to introduce him. “Now who is this?” one of your cousins spoke up, walking over to one of the only white people in the room, being sweet Jack.

“guys, this is m-“

“how couldn’t you tell us?! You have been seeing someone all along?!”

“If you could shut up and let me speak, thank you.” You took a step towards Jack, hugging his arm in your chest as you smiled sweetly, “This is obviously my sweet and handsome boyfriend, Jack.” Your older cousins gaped at one another. Even though they had figured it out on their own the moment you walked in with a white boy, they still couldn’t believe it that their little cousin would grow up so early. “Your type differs so much from us, that’s not in a bad way of course! Nice to meet you Jack, I’m ….” Your only first female cousin had spoken up, making the decision to walk up to him with her hand extracted. Jack felt much more at ease, a bright smile on his face as they shook hands. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

You gave your other cousins a look, telling them to be nice to your boyfriend. They all groaned, but agreed. They didn’t want you unhappy, after all. All your cousins had greeted Jack, who felt delighted as he felt them opening up to him. You all took a seat, as you secretly stole a chair from the table next to you for Jack to sit down next to you. He put his hand on your thigh as your touch made him feel at ease. You smiled and put your hand on his. The table was decorated with flowers and a beautiful woven cloth, on top all kinds of snacks to eat from. Your relative prepared for her next speech, waiting for everyone to settle down in their seats, as you pulled a few bowls closer to the two of you. You faced Jack, who looked down at the three snacks. “What are these?” he had asked out of genuine curiosity, excited to try it. “So this is aloo tikki, it’s like a fried potato patty. This is banana chips, it’s basically fried overripen bananas. This last one is samosas, it’s my all time favorite. I’m sure you had this before, it’s the potato filled pastry.” You explained as you pointed to all the dishes, given them their easiest description for him. Jack took notice how it was all fried, in oil. He was sure he needed to go to the gym tomorrow, because of all the delicious food he will eat. He first went for the safe option, the one he already knew, the samosas. “warning baby, these are much spicier than the ones I made for you.” You got up from your seat, “let me go get you something to drink, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

“So Jack, what do you do?” one of your cousins had asked him once you went off to the other side of the venue.

“I’m an actor. I have been doing it since I was a child, and now I made my passion my career.” Jack explained, turning to your cousin as he used his hands while talking.

Your other cousin chimed in, “In what movies do you play? Like genre?”

“So far, horror and science fiction. My most recent role was one in scream s-“

Before Jack could finish his sentence, your female cousin chimed in, “OH MY GOD! YOU’RE THE HUMAN KID FROM AVATAR!” She almost fell off her chair as she did so, standing up from her seat and pointing at him, “You’re the bug! The one with the bug name!” her accent clear as she spoke out of pure excitement. In the meantime, your other cousins just stay quiet as they watch their cousin scream like a true Asian mom on the phone. God, this was embarrassing.

Jack tried his best to hold his laughter, “Yes, I play spider yes.”

“Do you plan on playing in romance movies?” the vibe suddenly got dark, as all your cousins stared right into his eyes. It made him nervous, but he knew he couldn’t do more than tell them the truth. “It would be interesting to be in one, as it’s different from what I usually do, but if (Y/N) feels uncomfortable with that thought, then I won’t. I don’t want my relationship to be in danger. There are a lot of other genres with good movie plots.”

Once you had returned with your drinks, it looked like your cousins had opened up just a tad. You didn’t know what they had talked about, but it must be good. You brought him a glass of water to neutralize his tastebuds as you brought a cola for yourself. He didn’t expect the spice to hit him this hard, his mouth on fire as he teared up. Your cousins had laughed at him as he sipped his water, holding onto your hand as he did so. You gently rubbed his cheeks as you grinned, “Now where is my Champion?”

The ceremony had started soon after. Your cousin looked so beautiful in her attire, almost making you tear up as your hand clasped over your mouth. Jack scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer, his other hand rubbing your hand. It might be wishful thinking, but that could be Jack and you in a decade. Oh, how you couldn’t wait to see what the future had in stock for the two of you. Thank god that you wore waterproof mascara, because you bawled your eyes out the moment they had exchanged rings. “baby, it’s okay I’m here.” He had whispered as you sniffed, trying to get it together.

After the ceremony, the dancing began. First it started out as performance dancing, with professional dancers in cultural attires as they put on a show. Jack had taken his phone out to film the happening, so fascinated by the different approach of a wedding. Soon, couples gathered on the dance floor as the professional dancers left the floor. Thee newly wedded couple danced in the middle as the other pairs danced around them. You had gotten up, taking his hand in yours as you pulled him off your chair, “now come on!”

“babe, I don’t know the dance moves-“

“But you know how to dance! Come on!”

You pulled him on the dancefloor, for the sake of your social anxiety and him being in the presence of your huge family, you had decided to stay at the side. “Come on, lets just have fun. Doesn’t matter what we dance, you take the lead Champ.” He grinned at you as he took you in his arms. At first he was a little stiff, twirling you around and moving you from side to side. But as time passed, he grew more comfortable: more himself. The dances got more ‘Jack’ when he did his iconic dance, making you laugh as you threw your head back. The two of you forgot everyone around you as you were only focused on one another, enjoying the moment with the brightest smiles on your face. A sight captured by many.

Eventually, the two of you left the dancefloor, as food would be served soon. You went to the restroom to fix yourself up, Jack following you like a lost puppy as he held onto your hand. You were inside the restroom, touching your makeup and hair up as Jack stood outside, your hands linked together through the door crack. Then you proceeded to return to your table, food already ready and served. It was a plate filled with fresh roti: masala potatoes and chicken, eggs and green beans filling your nostrils. A side of madame jeanette to go with it. Jack had pulled your chair out for you to sit on, before taking a seat himself, “what’s this?” He had asked as he analyzed the plate in front of his nose.

“So this is my favorite dish actually, it’s roti with a bunch of side dishes you eat this with.” You explained as you opened the little wipe packet they gave you to go with, since it’s a dish you’re supposed to eat with your hands. You gave it to Jack as you opened your own wipe, “this is a dish you eat with your hands, so that’s what the wipes are for.” He copied your ways, wiping his fingers down with the wipe as well.

“Okay, so you rip some of the flatbread and you hold it like you’re going to scoop something, then you grab a little bit of everything and put it in your mouth.” You explained as you followed your own instructions, adding some of the madame jeanette to it as well. He had seen you done that, “What is the yellow sauce?” He asked as his eyes focused on his plate. He wasn’t used to eating at all. Of course he ate pizza and chicken wings with his hands, but this still felt different. This felt more cultural. You watched him struggle to split the potatoes in half without letting it fly through the sky. It was kind of cute?

Your gaze returned on his expression as you answered his question from earlier, “It’s spicy, I am not sure if you can handle it. Do you still want to try?”

He nodded, eager to do anything that has to do with your culture. Eager to learn.

“Say ah?”

“huh?”

“I said ‘ahh’ silly.”

“ahh?” Jack had opened his mouth in confusion, not knowing what you meant by it. You then fed him your portion, making him blush a dark shade of red as you pushed the food inside his mouth with your thumb. You pulled your hand away, looking at his expression with a bright grin. As he chewed, his eyes widened when the spice hit his tongue. It felt like his tastebuds were burning off. He had swallowed though, since the taste was exquisite. If only he could taste it better without the distracting spice. You quickly brought the glass of water to his lips, your hand under his chin as he eagerly gulped his drink done, his hand on yours to keep the cup steady.

This sure was an experience to tell at home.

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[romewritingshop]

Main Tera (Side Story)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Brown Indian Female Reader

Tropes: Childhood lovers, Exes-to-lovers, Fake dating, co-workers-to-lovers, wedding

MASTERLIST

A/N: Side story is here! And this is the end for Kento and his brown skinned girl. I'm gonna miss this couple. They were a good balance of each other.

Thanks and I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think! Follow, comment or reblog, IDC because I enjoy writing this fic. Please pay attention before reading.

NO UNDER 18s 🔞

WARNING: Smut, Explicit Sex, Fingering, Sexual teasing, Office sex, making out, masturbation, hand on throat (no choking) and hair tugging (THAT NANAMI SCENE), oral (Female recieving), creampie, rough sex, back scratches, half clothed sex, Semi-public (They almost get caught).

Satoru Gojo frowned as his hand sped up in squeezing his stress ball tightly. His sunglass eyes zeroed in on the team leader's door, leaning back on his chair. His posture and stress ball were doing nothing to alleviate his nagging curiosity as Suguru came back from the toilet. Once again seeing his best friend stare at Nanami's door.

“I thought I told you to stop staring at that door, Satoru.”

 “There's something going on between Nanami and (Y/N).”

Suguru exhaled exasperatedly, plopping down on his office chair, sliding next to Satoru.

“What's your evidence this time?”

“The two of them have been in there for an hour and a half.”

Suguru deadpanned, returning back to his computer to log on and get started with work.

“Satoru. They must be having a meeting.”

“For that long?”

“Well they are trying to secure the Malaysian Food Tycoon as a client. So yes it'll be that long.”

Satoru huffed, returning to his computer. Even since Nanami and (Y/N) returned from (Y/N)’s cousin's wedding, their co-workers have changed. They were both grumpier than usual but Satoru had an inkling that they were trying to deter everyone from the fact that they were dating or hooking up. So he was slowly gathering evidence but his best friend Suguru didn't have his back.

“Look … I know that there is something going on. And I'll prove it to you.”

The door opened as (Y/N) stepped out to look over the file in her hand. Nanami was next to her, pointing out a few things before they both returned to their places. A light bulb lit in Satoru's mind as he smirked at Suguru, the dark haired man furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously.

“What are you planning?”

“I'm gonna ask (Y/N) to be my date for the company event tomorrow.”

“Don't bother. Yaga strictly said no dates.”

Satoru slapped his thigh, leaning back and throwing his stress ball in the air to catch it before another idea snapped into his head.

“I got it. I'll ask her to wear a saree like last time.”

Suguru frowned, stopping what he was doing to stare at his friend. Unable to comprehend the stupidity in that plan as he scooted forward and flicked Satoru's forehead.

“She always says no.”

“Yeah but the catch is that I'll ask in earshot of Nanami. She'll say no to me but Nanami will persuade her into wearing one. If she does wear a saree, I'm right and she and Nanami have something going on. If she doesn't, then I'm wrong. Come on Suguru! Trust me on this. I bet you she will wear a saree.”

Suguru smirked as he raised an eyebrow. Knowing that he will easily win this bet. Like all bets they have placed in the past, Suguru won them. He was ready to bite as he gave a nod, whilst folding his arms.

“Is this a confirmed bet?”

Instead of a worried fearful look, Satoru tilted the rim of his sunglasses down his nose, his blue eyes sparkled with mischievous delight.

“Oh yeah! I, Satoru Gojo, bet to Suguru Geto that (Y/N) Aggarwal will wear a saree to tomorrow's event.”

His hand thrusted forward which made Suguru eye it carefully, his eyebrow quirked up as he remembered.

“What's the prize and forfeit this time?”

“Whatever you want, Suguru.”

The dark haired man's eyes widened, surprised by the serious weight to the words. Satoru was determined to make this bet which had the cogs in Suguru's head turn. It had to be big and something that would kill Satoru. He didn't know what to do as he leaned back to ask the brunette beside Satoru's desk.

“Hey Shoko! Need your help.”

She dragged her chair around to swivel in-between the two tall men. Her eyes darted between the two to ask.

“What do you need?”

“Need to come up with a forfeit for a bet against Satoru. Said I could do anything.”

Shoko's face twitched as she slowly turned her head to stare Satoru dead in the eyes. Finding it incredulous as she stuttered.

“Do you have some sort of death wish? You don't have a winning streak when it comes to bets with Suguru.”

Satoru rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers through his unruly hair.

“I know but I have a guarantee that I'll win this bet.”

“And that is…”

“(Y/N) will wear a saree for tomorrow's event.”

Shoko turned her head to Suguru, the two of them having a silent conversation about how crazy Satoru was. But it seemed like Shoko got her answer as she exhaled before her eyes widened in glee. As she laid out her idea.

“Are your Tiktok followers still asking for you to do a dance in a maid outfit?”

Satoru's lips almost did a glitching motion, understanding the hidden motive behind Shoko's words. He gives a firm nod as he knows that he will still win the bet.

“Yes and if that's what you're suggesting then I'm game.”

Shoko and Suguru share a stunned look, immediately understanding that Satoru was serious.

“Fine. If you lose the bet, you have to wear a maid dress and dance for your Tiktok followers. If I lose the bet, -”

“I get to take her out on a date.”

Suguru frowned in confusion, before his eyes widened in shock. His skin paler than ever as he stuttered.

“Her?”

“Yeah her. You have to give me her number and I get to go on five dates.”

“One date.”

“Four.”

“Two.”

Finally both men settled on three. The two men shook hands and now their bet was sealed with Shoko overseeing it. 

After an hour, it was just getting close to lunch time and (Y/N) was sitting at her desk. Satoru could spot his co-worker getting ready to go out for lunch. Nanami had gotten out of his office with a file in hand, turning to (Y/N)’s direction. This was his break as Satoru stood up and swooped his way to sit on the corner of (Y/N)’s desk.

His co-worker exhaled, glancing up at the blue-eyed crazy.

“Satoru. Can I help you?”

Satoru smirked as he rolled his eyes.

“Can't I just sit here and catch up with you? You were gone for a while and I wanted to hear about India.”

(Y/N) leaned back on her chair with her arms folded, giving Satoru a deadpan expression which made Satoru scratch at the back of his head.

“What do you want?”

“Right. Erm tomorrow …”

“I am not going to wear a saree, Satoru Gojo.”

“Oh come on!” Satoru jumped and had the whiny voice of a five year old. “You'd look so good in them and you'd get everyone's attention.”

“Yeah and they would focus on my boobs rather than the work I'm talking about.”

“Ha you said boobs!”

(Y/N)’s hand was about to reach her stapler so that she could throw it at Satoru. The tall silver-haired man nervously laughed as he stood up and held wary hands out to calm her co-worker.

“Hey hey! Chill. But seriously, like you'd look good in a saree.”

“Bye Satoru!”

(Y/N) jumped up and stomped away from Satoru, passing Nanami. The blonde haired man's eyes followed (Y/N) before focusing on the insubordinate in front of him.

“What were you talking about?”

Gojo smirked as a plan formulated in his head. He exhaled dramatically, slowly building up to his part.

“Ah it's nothing. I just wanted to ask her to join Suguru, Shoko and I for lunch but she ran away, said she had plans for lunch.”

Gojo shrugged as he strolled away from Nanami, his hands in his pocket and a smirk on his face knowing that his plan was soon going to work.

~~~~

“Mhmmm.”

Kento hummed delightfully as he shared a long passionate kiss with (Y/N). The two of them were in his apartment living room, finally able to kiss each other after restraining themselves at work. Since the two of them returned from (Y/N)’s cousin's wedding. They rekindled their love and became a couple once again.

This has been going on for a month and it was tricky to hide this relationship from their co-workers. All apart from Haibara, who walked in on the two of them kissing at the wedding. Daadi knew as well, ‘how’ was never a question that needed to be asked.

(Y/N) was staying the night over and the two were getting a little hot and heavy during their movie watch. Kento had fully reclined back on the sofa with his girlfriend sitting on his lap and running her fingers through his shaggy hair. Tasting like raspberries and chocolate which had Kento constantly chasing after her lips.

Finally she let go to take a moment to breathe, a soft lazy smile made its way to her cheeks as she asked.

“Nanami…”

“We're not at work now Darling, call me by my name.”

“Kento…”

He gave a short kiss before looking down at her body, wearing matching pink silk pyjamas that were so loose that it left him imagining her body underneath. His vision shifted as he wondered how she would look in a saree. Gojo's words were playing up in his mind and before he knew it, his mouth began to speak.

“What are you wearing tomorrow?”

“Hmm?”

“Tomorrow's party. What are you wearing?”

It took (Y/N) a few seconds to bring her focus back to reality, her arms looped around Kento's neck and his hands rested on her hips, stroking slowly in an up-down motion. She shrugged, not thinking much about his words.

“Just a blue dress, why?”

Kento shook his head, gently lifting her off his lap and grasping her hand to lead her to his bedroom closet. It was big and spacious but what he wanted was a small box that was nestled underneath his hanging shirts. It was a blue cardboard box as he handed it to (Y/N), smiling at her.

“I … had Daadi go to the shops for me to pick this outfit for you. Would you please wear it for tomorrow?”

Her cheeks flushed red as she took the box from his hand. Peeling the lid off and lifting the outfit up, only for her eyebrows to crease suspiciously as she ran the long fabric through her fingers. It was a black chiffon/tulle saree with lace embroidered on it, accompanied by an embroidered black t-shirt bra blouse which would be eye-catching.

Her eyes darted from the outfit in hand to her boyfriend Kento. Surely he was joking as she huffed nervously as she asked.

“A saree? Why a saree?”

“Because you'd look beautiful in it.”

“Kento.”

He smiled so sincerely which made her heart soften as she hugged him, thanking him for the gift. There was no way that Nanami came up with this idea himself and she knew that tomorrow, she was going to kill Satoru Gojo.

~~~~

“So ready to lose the bet Satoru?”

Suguru raises an eyebrow as his hands nestled in his haori pocket. Suguru had gone for a mixture of modern and traditional outfit, wearing a suit pant and white shirt as well as a purple and golden haori on top. Meanwhile Satoru and Shoko stuck to more traditional black tie outfits. Shoko was in a simple brown full sleeve dress and Satoru was in a black and white suit with a black tie, blue circle rimmed sunglasses and slick back hair.

Satoru rolled his eyes as he turned his head around to see Haibara talking to a party guest. He waved to get the younger co-worker's attention which made him politely excuse himself before approaching his older co-workers.

“Any word from (Y/N)? The party's started.”

It was held in a large spacious conference hall with a small buffet table of dishes. Waiters were going around serving pinot grior in champagne flutes. The lighting had a slight golden glow. It was the company event to celebrate the company's success as well as to introduce themselves to new potential clients.

Haibara pulled at the collar of his shirt, rather nervously as he whispered.

“She's running late. She should be here any minute.”

Haibara grinned before his eyes landed on Shoko, a smile on his face as he held a hand out to separate Shoko away from Suguru and Satoru. The two men glanced around before Suguru spotted (Y/N) at the entrance. His eyes widened and he caught himself about to drop his flute.

In front of him, (Y/N) had her eyes narrowed, looking around whilst adjusting her outfit. It was what Satoru bet, (Y/N) Aggarwal had worn a saree. A black tulle saree, the skirt was long and had pleats. The extra scarf was draped across her chest. Her jet black hair had a shaggy damp look to it which just looked attractive.

(Y/N) had killed it and Suguru was in trouble as his eyes widened. He needed to prevent Satoru from spotting (Y/N), downing his drink and dropping it onto a nearby tall table. Suguru looped his arm around Satoru's shoulders, leading him to have his back facing their co-worker. Making some kind of excuse as he pointed at a few girls in front of him.

Satoru frowned as he once again came in front of Suguru to question this strange behaviour but his eyes darted over his shoulder before locking on the target of their bed. His jaw dropped, hooking a finger around his sunglasses leg and yanking them off to get a better look.

He tucked his glasses into his shirt collar, chuckling as he brought his hand to the side of Suguru's face, pushing to the right so that Suguru wasn't blocking his vision.

“Well well well, Suguru! Looks like I was right. Hey Shoko!”

Hearing her name being called, she and Haibara rejoined Suguru and Satoru. Her eyebrows quirked up and Haibara had a confused smile on his face as Satoru announced.

“I have won the bet Shoko, and now as requested Suguru must allow me three dates.”

Suguru had a foul expression as he fished for his phone, taking it out and forwarding the number to Satoru, shivering at what he had done. Giving his best friend the cruelest stink-eye and regretting the fact that he didn't embellish more on the bet.

“I hope you're happy.”

“Oh yeah! I can't wait for the date.”

Haibara didn't know who they were talking about as he raised his hand slightly as if asking to join the conversation.

“Hey … who are you talking about?”

Satoru shook his head, leaning his arm on Suguru's shoulder.

“Suguru's hot cousin who just became a nurse. By the way, thank you Suguru.”

The dark haired man rolled his eyes which made Satoru laugh out loud, his eyes going around before noticing that (Y/N) wasn't in the room. His head turned left and right but she wasn't there.

“Hey, have you seen where (Y/N) went?”

“She was - Huh? She was just there a minute ago.”

“What's strange is that I haven't seen Nanami since I got here? Where are they?”

~~~~

A soft moan and humming sound can be heard from an office, Kento and (Y/N) were in his office, kissing and connecting. Her lips caressing and licking his lips while her hands were around Kento's neck, her fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. His hands were on her waist, feeling a mixture of soft supple skin and rough tulle fabric.

His office was a fairly nice size with ceiling to floor windows and a sturdy mahogany desk. On the right hand side of the desk was a filing shelf with all sorts of files and books. Some files were dropped on the floor as Kento had his girl pressed up on that wall before he lifted her onto his desk.

This was something they would never do, they could easily get caught and so far they had been so good at keeping a low profile. It was Kento's fault, he took one look at (Y/N) and immediately he just had to savour her. Before she could greet anyone else, he swooped in and led her into his office.

Which led them to their current actions, Kento brought his fingers to where the remaining saree was over her shoulder. He unveiled it off her like he was opening a present, reluctantly he let go of her lips and trailed down her jaw, to lick and nibble into the base of her neck. He could taste a slight bitterness of perfume which enthralled his nose with notes of bergamot and jasmine.

This felt so wrong as she brought her nimble fingers to his shirt buttons, having already shrugged off his blazer when they made out against the shelf. Finally she saw his bare chest that she had been craving to see since they started dating. Kento pulled away from her neck for the moment, after giving her a wet hickey that made her yelp and whine.

His voice was hoarse as one hand cupped her cheek while the other was pressed on the bare expanse of her shoulder blades. Kento's nose was brushing against hers as he had to ask.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Darling?”

“What do you mean? Of course.”

(Y/N) was about to lean in again but he held her arms down before she could move. Looking directly in her eyes so that he could get his words across to her.

“Look … it's only been a month. I don't want to rush you into anything. We just got together after 13 years.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow before she let out a sound of realisation, giving a firm nod.

“Hm, maybe you're right.”

Kento gave a nod as he stepped back holding a hand out to help his girl off the table as she continued.

“We should wait.”

Her boyfriend gave a nod as he was just about to button his shirt when her next words made him pause so he could catch it clearly.

"I mean it's not like I spent everyday thinking of you for the last 13 years. We should push aside the thousands of nights where I laid in bed alone. No one but … me in the house, me and my thoughts. And honestly, they get wild.”

Kento paused before his eyes widened to his girlfriend, as she had her back facing him. She pressed her body against the table, grabbing the hem of the saree, dragging it up the back of her legs and revealing her butt.

He took a sharp inhale when he could see her underwear nestled in the folds of her vagina, soaked from their kissing and his eyes followed her fingers. One hand held the saree up to be bunched up around her waist while the other began to rub over her underwear.

“I've thought about this kind of scenario. You take me into your office, bend me over your desk like this. Slowly. Slowly. Using your fingers to tease me more.”

As (Y/N) speaks, she gets more and more wet. Glancing over her shoulder to see Kento completely entranced by her actions. His hands flexed with tension as he was hypnotised by his girlfriend's filthy lewd acts. Completely surprised by the way she is acting, as he resisted falling into her trap.

“Oh! You'd treat me so well. Even when we were young, you used to treat me to ice cream. So good f’me.”

She gasps and her leg jerks at the building pressure on her clit. (Y/N) is trying so hard to charm Kento and she can tell she's close to breaking him. Her next words might push him to the brink.

“Everytime I put my fingers in, I'd imagine it was your fingers. Even when I was with my ex, I'd always imagine it was you. Reminding me that I'm yours.”

Kento Nanami snapped as he stepped forward to loom over her, one hand wrapping around her as a makeshift ponytail while his over hand squeezed her cheeks, forcing her to look up at him. His soft gentle gaze was replaced by a steely callous expression, the corner of his lip twitched as he hummed.

“I was going to step back so we continue to build our relationship. But you just love to test me. Remember that you asked for this.”

He gave a short sweet kiss as he began to rut against her, her butt and the back of her thighs would push against the front of his thighs. The hand that was in her hair, stroked a line down her body, underneath her saree and underwear. Sinking in three fingers which had her hiss at the sudden intrusion, her vagina grew more wet at the rough treatment.

He thrusted the fingers at a quick speed which had her gasp, Kento's other hand slid down to the base of (Y/N)’s throat, his lips came over to push his tongue in and lick inside her mouth. Whilst he was kissing her, his eyes watched her right hand, pressing down on the table. His gaze narrowed particularly on the fingers, his mind spiralled and for a moment he thought he saw a diamond ring on it.

(Y/N) choked at the sudden speed increase of his fingers, feeling her orgasm come much quicker than she was used to. She panted, moving her lips away and pleading.

“K - K - Kento! I - I n-need more-”

Just before she could say, Kento pulled his fingers out and spun his girl around to once again seat her on top of his desk. His mouth was going dry, desperate to do everything but having so little time. He glanced down at the way his dick was straining in his pants, clenching his fists tight as he warned.

“We shouldn't.”

(Y/N) whined as she spoke with an airy tone.

“Please! Need you in me.”

“Fuck! I don't have a condom.”

“Sh, it's ‘kay. ‘M clean and have an implant.”

His heart pumped rather aggressively as he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped pants, pushing them down enough for his dick to come out.

Before (Y/N) could get a chance to complain, Kento finally pushed himself inside of her. His head rolled back with a groan as her vaginal walls had clamped itself around his dick. What he had dreamt for 11 years of his life (Because he didn't start thinking about sex and masturbation until he was about 16.) Was nothing close to the present.

She was in heaven. Years of dreaming of Kento and now she finally could feel him inside her. Leaning her head onto his shoulder before looking up into his eyes with watered eyes.

“K-K-Kento.”

Her legs tensed at the sudden rough intrusion as she hissed, her fingernails clawing at his back while her legs wrapped around his waist. Heels digging into his calves as Kento pressed rushed sloppy kisses onto her forehead.

“Shush! ‘M sorry.”

He slowly reared his hips back before pushing forward again, his pace which was hard and rough, the two of them could barely hold on to each other as their skin started to grow hot. He could feel the sweat on his back as he watched (Y/N) gasp and whimper. A complete opposite to the usual loud mouth aggression she would bring out on the daily.

Kento's lips curled up in a smirk as he raised her left calf onto his shoulder, going deeper and actually hitting her g-spot. Her back arched, letting out a silent cry while her eyes streamed down her face at the intensity of his thrusts. Unable to hold herself up she dropped her back against the desk, one hand holding the edge beside her head and the other resting on top of his hand which was holding her leg against his body.

One thrust. Two thrust. Three thrust.

Kento's right hand moved around to where the clitoris hood was, pressing down and rubbing circles which made her hiss harder at the insane play on her body.

“You look incredibly beautiful like this. Quiet and desperate for me.”

A small laugh left her lips as he slowed his movements down, curious as to why she was laughing.

“Desperate? Says the one who brought me in here.”

Kento let out a deep chuckle, leaning down to hover over her. She smacked her teeth at the burning stretch in the back of her thigh as her boyfriend pecked her lips.

“Well I wasn't the one touching myself now, was I?”

(Y/N) smirked and was about to open her mouth to give a rebuttal but Kento straightened his posture and thrusted into his girl, humming with a moan instead. Slowly he continued to gyrate his hips into her, taking control and fluidly fucking himself into her, while she soundlessly gasped and bit her lip.

It wasn't long before her back arched at the tickle of her spot and without any word of warning she shuddered from her intense orgasm. Her eyes fluttered closed and Kento raised an eyebrow at her quietness.

“Did you just-?”

(Y/N) gave a nod and shivered from the overstimulation. The sex she was having with Kento now was completely different than her drunken one night stand that she had with a Kento lookalike. Clearly she missed out at the intense emotions and feelings that came with sex as Kento began to increase his pace.

He was close to coming as he began to kiss and nibble on (Y/N)’s calf before groaning and asking.

“Fuck! ‘M gonna cum soon.”

“D-d-do it i-i-in me. Less mess.”

Kento huffed with a smile, nodding against her leg before his back rolled from intense pleasure and he came inside her. There was a wide grin on his face as he carefully slid (Y/N)’s leg off his shoulder after he pressed soft kisses against the bite marks. Finally able to have sex with her as his eyes went down to admire his dick inside her debauched pussy.

There was a lot of fluid on the both of them as he slowly pulled his dick out. She flinched and his eyes were wide with wonder at the way her vagina pulsated at the loss of his dick. Almost craving for Kento again as he watched his semen leaking out of her entrance.

Kento's eyes darted around to look for something to clean up before he went down on his knees for a closer look. He brought his fingers to swipe the fluid into his mouth which made her hum and moan. He brought his tongue to lick at her labia and around her clitoris, making sure to thoroughly clean her up before then hooking his finger into the gusset of her underwear and bringing it back to cover her.

(Y/N) had her eyes closed as she twitched with tiredness at the incredible sex. Slowly she opened her eyes to see her loving boyfriend licking his lips, tucking his dick into his pants to then zip up and buckle. He buttoned up his shirt, tucking it into his trousers before bending down to loop his undone bowtie around his neck.

He had a soft lazy smile on his face as he brought gentle hands to her shoulders, helping his girlfriend slowly sit up, giving her a kiss before draping the remaining fabric of her saree across her chest again. Their bliss came to a sudden halt as the door to their office opened and their tall silver-haired co-worker was standing at the door.

His blue eyes widened, bringing a hand to point at the couple before screeching.

“I fucking knew it! Suguru!”

Satoru spun around and left the office to get Suguru. This gave Kento and (Y/N) only a few minutes before they were to be discovered in a compromising position. Kento was completely red in the face and (Y/N) could feel heat flaring in her ears. They basked in embarrassment for a good minute before they sprung into action.

Kento went around his desk to put his blazer on and to redo his bowtie while (Y/N) got off his table and straightened her saree. A light bulb went off in her head as she sat down on Kento's desk, opening the computer as she asked.

“Hey, what's the password?”

“10thingsiloveaboutU.”

(Y/N) wiggled her eyebrows at her boyfriend's cheesy password, which was a play on their first movie date. Typing it in and opening up YouTube so she could find a fake zoom call video. She gestured for Kento to come over and stand next to her before she pressed play. At the same time, the office door opened and Satoru burst in followed by Suguru, Shoko and Haibara.

“I told you these two are-”

Satoru cut off as his jaw dropped at the completely mundane scene in front of him. This wasn't how he saw it. He only had been away for two minutes and the room looked neater than ever. (Y/N) was talking rather animatedly in Hindi while Nanami glared at Satoru.

Giving (Y/N) a tap on the shoulder before going forward to shoo them out of the office, Nanami closed the door behind him and glared at his four co-workers.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Satoru glowered as he pointed an accusatory finger at his Team Leader.

“You tell me. You two were just fucking in there.”

Nanami scoffed rather disgustingly.

“How dare you? We were in the middle of a call with a potential client from India and you burst in with inappropriate claims. I could fire you for that.”

Suguru and Shoko had nervous glints as Suguru tugged his best friend's arm.

“I'm sorry, Nanami Sir! Satoru has had one too many drinks! We'll keep an eye on him.”

Suguru and Shoko dragged Satoru away, the tall man was still giving a childish stink eye. Haibara still stood there with his arms folded as Nanami mimicked his stance.

“What's the matter Haibara?”

“Were you seriously having sex in there?”

Nanami scrunched up his face but Haibara gave him a deadpan expression. He could not hide it as the blush on his face gave it away which made Haibara's face scrunched up with shame as he gritted his teeth.

“Gross! You guys know better than that.”

“I know.”

Haibara shook his head and gave a friendly pat on the shoulder to his friend. Informing him to come join them for toasts before leaving Nanami alone in front of his office. A soft relieved exhale left his lips, the door of his office opened and (Y/N) peeked her head through, looking around before stepping out.

“That was close.”

“Haibara knows what we did.”

This made Kento's girlfriend pinch her nose before she huffed, straightening the pleats of her saree and making herself presentable. She glanced up at Kento, awkwardly smiling at him.

“Right … well I'll see you there.”

She was about to walk off when Kento grabbed her wrist and spun her around into his chest, pecking her lips once more before he asked.

“You okay after what we did?”

She gave a bashful smile, nodding and kissing his cheek as a way to show her appreciation. (Y/N) slowly pulled herself away from her boyfriend, giving one final look over her shoulder before rejoining everyone in the party hall. Kento wistfully sighed as he reached into his pocket to fumble with a small velvet box.

He could always ask her another day.

#au #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu nanami #nanami smut #kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #kento x reader #jjk kento #kento smut #kento nanami x y/n #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen smut

[zoe-is-amazingg]

Could I request maybe Steve or Billy or JJ (I’m so sorry I’m so indecisive) where you’re at a party and a guy is being strange and invading personal bubble and Steve/Billy/JJ (whichever) steps in and is like jealous but justifiably and is just protective or however you think they’d react?

I’m so sorry and I hope this is okay, this is my first time requesting something and I feel like I’m about to sweat from stress and nerves

Too Close For My Liking Man

JJ Maybank X F!Cameron!Reader

W/C - 1.0K

Summary - Some guy is invading your space and JJ doesn't approve.

Warnings - Angst, fluff, swearing, alcohol use and alcohol + drug mention and that's abt it i think!

You toss around in your bed sheets as you hear booming music over the speakers Rafe set up in the house. Fuck him. You had a test at school tomorrow and you did not need this. Rafe didn't understand, he fails school and Dad still pays him money for motorbike fuel and crack. You fail and he'll disown you. Rafe was so privileged, and you hated it with every bone in your body.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, you sigh and turn it on.

Sare-Bear 🐻

Babes, you need to come down here rn. Rafe is going to kill you.

Why?

Your little crush arrived.

Shit. Read 11:23 am

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You put a proper tight dress that you had for any occasion, you weren't about to show up in a baggy T-shirt and worn-out jeans. 'Your little crush arrived.' She meant JJ, a pouge. She was right, Rafe will kill you. As long as you reach JJ before he does. You put on heels and walk out of your room and down the stairs.

"Hey! Hey! Y/N! I was hoping to see you here!" JJ exclaims as he brushes your shoulder with his fingertips. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" You half yell, you grab his wrist and lead him into your bedroom.

"We're already in your room princess? I thought you would've had some drinks first before we got in this position." He smirks. You shake your head and try to not say something back like you usually would. He looks at your bookshelf and scans the books with his fingers. "Answer the question." You mutter out.

"Uh, I'm here because the pouge were having drinks at the chateau, right? Anyway, Kie and Pope went somewhere and John B, I don't even fucking know, but I turned on the TV and started thinking about us!" He explains and you tilt your head ever so slightly at him. "In what way?"

"Well, we flirt, all the fucking time right, so what if we were more." He asks, taking a step closer to you, you were still at the door, fingers crossed no one will come in and ask why you had a man-whore of a pouge in your room. "Uh, two things, one, my dad will kill me, two, Rafe would kill both of us."

"But I just think that you're so pretty and th-""Look, JJ, I really am flattered, but we will never work, you're a pouge, I'm a kook and my parents and sibling will kill my ass." You interrupt him and he nods. He looks so sad; you would do anything just to make this moment never exist. Fuck the test tomorrow you just broke a friendship with someone who meant some much to you and as what he is saying to you makes so much sense to your heart it doesn't as much to your brain.

He steps closer to you and places a kiss on your lips so softly and breaks the kiss. You really wanted more, but you wanted alcohol more now. "Bye, Y/N." JJ mumbles as he leaves. Shit. Shit. Shit. You wish with everything that you could retake those words and never of said them in the first place. You wish that you let him finish his goddamned sentence.

You slowly walk out of your room and down the stairs. You walk into the kitchen and find a bottle of Malibu and slowly pour out shots for yourself until a guy comes around and slowly starts making small talk with you. "So, what are you doing all alone?" He asks you.

"I actually live here for your information." You slur. He smirks at your remarks and cups your elbow. He tries to pull you in, but you push away. "Have you had one to many, princess? I didn't know you lived here." You sigh and push off the counter and try to go to the bathroom, but he stops you and holds your waist.

As soon as he said princess, that's when you wanted nothing to do with him. It reminded you too much of the friend you just lost about thirty minutes prior to when he came around. Fuck, you really couldn't get out of talking to him, could you?

"So, are you dating someone? Or are you mine for the taking?" The guy asks and you nod your head. He was holding your waist hard, too hard. You wanted to disappear and never see him again, but as soon as you try pull away, his grasp on you grows stronger.

"I'm-""Taken. By me, so please, step away, you're standing too close for my liking man." You hear JJ say, the look on the creeps' face as he backs away from you and JJ takes you to your own bedroom. You hug him as soon as the door closes and your press a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you so much, I don't know what I would've done without you." You whisper in his ear. As soon as you back away, your eyes go to his lips and his hands slither around your waist. Your lips hover inches away from each other's as you decide to break the gap and kiss him. Your arms twine around his neck and you giggle as you both break the kiss.

"I think we might just make it after all." You smile

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N - Please request things if you want! I have a couple that I am working on but here is the people that I write for ***

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@idky5

#jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank fanfiction #outer banks #outer banks fluff #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks x reader #outerbanks #rudy pankow #rudy outer banks #obx imagine #obx netflix #obx x reader #obx #jj obx #obx2

[airbendertendou]

s/o w a non-sexual oral fixation ♥︎ [including mikey, draken, yuzuha & senju]

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

MIKEY ♥︎ tbh i can see him being the same ♥︎ he always needs something sweet in his mouth if he isnt talking ♥︎ has gotten into the habit of bringing your favorite candy with him everywhere! ♥︎ if you’re like me n chew on things you shouldnt [cuticles n lip skin] he notices n yanks your hand away from your mouth to put a piece of candy in there  ♥︎ has mitsuya n draken carry your fave candies too! ♥︎ no one in toman allows anyone to say anything mean to you abt your habits <3 [baji has put someone in the hospital before when they called you a baby for sucking on a lollipop ♥︎]

DRAKEN ♥︎ has literally dealt w this before bc of mikey lmao ♥︎ always holding your hand so you cant mindlessly chew on it!  ♥︎ someone once made a lil sexual ““joke”“ abt your habit n they were on the ground before you could even blink ♥︎ you literally were jus saring down at them w this giant seething half-bald guy behind you menacingly  ♥︎ knows to keep your mouth busy when you’re bored or not talking ♥︎ has helped you out so much ):  ♥︎ i also grind my teeth all the time so i can see him like squeezing your cheeks until you stop or else your jaw will b sore

YAZUHA ♥︎ challenges you to eat spicy food w her stinky older brother ♥︎ you win bc taiju sucks <3 n you get a kiss on the cheek from her so win, win! ♥︎ has bought you so many different brands / flavors of lip balm to stop your teeth from ruining your lips  ♥︎ tries new lollipop flavors before giving them to you bc her fave must b the one you like more ♥︎ also paints your nails if you bite them! nail polish does not taste nice, youve discovered ♥︎ made hakkai start carrying around some lil treats for you when you come around n she isnt home <3

SENJU ♥︎ makes you drink ice cold water before shoving mint gum in your mouth ):< ♥︎ says its to stop you from self destructive chewing but tbh jus wanted to laugh at you! ♥︎ also chews on candy when her mind is elsewhere ♥︎ gave you personal permission to steal wakasa’s lollipops <3 [he buys you both your own bag off-handedly but you can see him watching you fondly ):] ♥︎ takeomi now has to watch after the two of you n hes got such a headache lmao ♥︎ has choked on a piece of gum mid-fight before so she makes sure you always spit it out n take precautions 

i know this wasnt properly written out but i hope its okay! i also took an oral stimming route on this lmao thank you for your request ♥︎ 

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#sano mikey x reader #sano manjiro imagines #sano manjiro x reader #draken x reader #draken ryuguji imagines #yazuha x reader #yazuha imagines #senju kawaragi x reader #senju kawaragi imagine #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios

[yanderu-deredere]

soren with an indian darling would be sm fun to see. I can hundred percent see them as someone who is opposite of him. Someone who doesnt like street food, cant play any instrument to save her life etc. Same with ryuu do ykwim?

a/n: YES I LOVE GETTING ALL THESE DIFFERENT BACKGROUND DARLINGS LETS GOOOO also im sooo sorry but i don't know what you mean *sobs* so i hope i understood correctly! i wrote about both of them having an indian partner and their indian partner is opposite in personality of them

i lowkey rote this a little half-asleep lmao so hopefully it makes sense. i ended up getting 'tism excited and just word barfed this post tbh

warning: gender neutral reader

soren kumar ★ profile

Soren with an Indian darling is literally all his parents have wished for LOL like yeah, he's a successful superstar but when will he get married? He's getting old! And, for some reason, though he's charming and sweet with all the girls his parents and the matchmaker bring to him, he manages to escape marriage every single time.

So, they're happy to find that he's brought home someone, regardless of gender. They just want him to be happy after all (and to bring them grandchildren in any way possible LOL). It's just a super bonus that the partner is Indian LMAO

He'd definitely be a little out of his element with a darling that's opposite of him but it doesn't matter as long as he's fallen in love.

Opposite of him would probably be a uptight traditional darling who doesn't really like getting in the middle of a bustling market or in the middle of the street to get food, someone who can't whole a tone to save their life, who follows rules to a T and takes a lot of stuff seriously all the time.

And that's all good! Soren would definitely flourish with a more strict darling. He needs someone that can kind of keep him in place and he'd love to drag his darling out of their comfort zone. Basically, the two of them would balance each other out perfectly.

Then, of course, Soren would still love to cook you good Indian comfort food. If he can't bring you with him to the food stalls, he'll bring the good Indian food to you. And it'll remind his darling of food from home, exactly the way they'd have eaten it when they were growing up.

The music thing might be a bit rough at first but he'll hold all the musical talent for the both of you. He also might have a little bit of fun trying to teach you.

The most fun of all for him would be dressing up a traditional darling. If you wear traditional Indian clothes like sarees and sherwanis, he'll find you the absolutely most gorgeous ones and have you wear them for him. He doesn't typically wear them but, if it means matching with you, he'd definitely do it.

And the really great part about an Indian darling is that Soren's born in America. He's never really been able to connect with his heritage. He definitely spent a lot of time in India with his extended family but he's always felt detached a little bit.

He'd really love it if his Indian darling could share their love of their heritage and their culture with him so that he could learn to love it a lot more.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

An Indian darling wouldn't be as impactful for Ryuu as it would be for Soren. But, still, Ryuu would want to share in your culture. He'd always be asking his darling to share more and more with him and he'd honestly end up loving the culture just as much as he loves his darling.

An opposite darling with Ryuu would be someone who, like Soren's, would follow all the rules to a T but they'd also be the type to not really follow anyone. They'd be headstrong and be able to make decisions for themselves without really looking to others for ques. They'd also be the type of person to be very sociable but, unlike Ryuu, their form true bonds with people and really do care for the people they hang around with.

A leader-like darling would be best case scenario with Ryuu. Though he can be aggressive at times and very stubborn too, Ryuu has lived his entire life under someone else, following their orders. And he honestly would prefer it that way. So, to have a darling that could be that new person that'll give him orders? It makes Ryuu absolutely happy.

Ryuu wouldn't even mind that his darling is sociable and has a lot of close friends. Most yanderes would be but Ryuu has that much faith in his relationship with his darling.

And, if anything bad happens, he can make it good again with his bare hands

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #male oc #male yandere #drabbles #soren #ryuu

[mish-ka]

Kuch Toh Hua Hai.

A/N: Heyy, this is my very first fanfic that I've ever written. I hope you guys enjoy it. Please let me know if you enjoy it.

|| Chapter 1 || NEXT

Stepping through the threshold of his house, the emptiness of it bothers Ram. It pulls at his heart strings as his scan the room. Perhaps this is why he stays at work late in the night so that when he comes home from work, he won't be aware of the loneliness lurking in his home's shadows.

Ram’s heart desired to come home to his family. If his nanna was alive, he would have been reading the books in Ram's study, looking for strategies for eluding the British.

If his amma was alive, the aroma of her mouthwatering meals would welcome him home. She would make a big deal out of his tardiness before feeding him by hand. To help him relax, she would rub oil on his head.

If his tammudu was alive, he wouldn’t stop bugging Ram. He would have Ram’s head for not bringing him anything from the market. Then he would whine at how their amma only loves Ram and then go on to fight with Seetha, pulling her hair and annoying her.

He wondered what it would be like to have his cousin, Seetha here. It was true that both Chinna and Seetha would be a menacing duo. The two were the definition of mischievous. It was also true that they would take any chance to tease or play pranks on him.

Babai lived a few blocks away, but it just wasn’t the same as having his family all in one house. Like they used to in the village. Ram knows that his babai missed his daughter, Seetha everyday, just like Ram missed his family.

The loneliness of house ate at his soul, fueling the fire of his survivor’s guilt. Would it have been different if Ram would’ve been faster that day? Would Ram's sacrifice of himself have been preferable to that of his father's?

Ram places his hat on his study table, taking in the mess of books scattered throughout the room. Knowing that he was the one who had to clean the room, Ram let’s out a sigh.

With a stretch, Ram gets to work. He begins by categorising his books according to various subjects and genres. He simply liked it, and it made it simple for him to locate the book he was looking for.

Then he gets started on figuring out how to organize his desk. Now that was a task because if anything Ram was as messy as they came. He might seemed organized but when you talk about his study room, he is the epitome of clumsy.

Cleaning the study room takes Ram about an hour and a half. Ram realizes that it is far too late to start preparing the ingredients for his meal after taking a quick glance at his clock. He also has a dim inkling of eating dinner tonight. He may possibly skip dinner.

Ram’s train of thought is broken with a soft knock on his front door. A frown dances on Ram’s face, as he knows that its late at night. Who could be knocking at his door? That too at this hour?

The knocking become a little more persistent, and Ram places the journal in his hand on the table and then heads towards his front door, wondering who it can be.

While walking through the varandah, Ram can make out the gentle chimes of a woman’s payal. His frown widens as a result. A woman at his door at that hour of the night? He hoped nothing had gone wrong.

What Ram isn’t ready for is a breath taking woman with a beautiful smile on her cupid lips. Ram knows its wrong. He shouldn't spend so much time staring at an unmarried woman, but he can't help it because she is so magnificent.

Her creamy skin enhances her striking features as she basks in the moonlight. Her cheeks have a rosy glow that resembles the sight of freshly squeezed pomegranates, and her button-nose shines under the light.

Chocolate brown eyes, the hue of life like the Earth, mystical and as divine and vivid as the lotus. Long eyelashes and large, lotus-like eyes that are overflowing with innocence, curiosity, and playfulness. Her brows arch perfectly in the shape of a bow.

Her curvy body is covered with a simple white saree with a cream border and a bronze short-sleeve blouse. She wears a simple gold pendant around her neck with an small idol of Sri Ram hanging from it in addition to the saree.

Her ears are adorned with small gold studs that have a chain connecting to her hair. Brown bangles dannce on both her wrists, complimenting her skin tone.

The woman clears her throat, snapping Ram from his shameful staring. Feeling embarrassed at being caught, Ram feels the back of his ears and neck heat up.

Composing himself, Ram finally musters the courage to glance in the woman’s intoxicating lotus eyes.

“Ji?” [Yes?]

The woman is a little alarmed at Ram’s deep voice, but she still manages to answer. “Oh I am Y/N. I just moved in next door from Calcutta. I saw that no one was home until an hour ago, so I thought you might’ve not prepared dinner, so I might bring some for you as well.”

Y/N. The name seemed to complement her face in some way. It seemed as though she was the only person this name was designed for.

Plus the aroma of delicious food coming from the covered plate made him hungry. Now that he thinks about it, he’s famished.

“I am Ram, and thank you. I was just thinking about skipping dinner because I was too exhausted to prepare anything.” Ram answers, accepting the plate from Y/N’s alta claded hands.

At Ram's words, Y/N furrows her brow. "Don't even consider going to bed hungry. From now on, don’t worry about dinner. I live alone so I can always have a dining partner. I can prepare dinner for both of us.

Ram feels his chest grow warm, and he can't help but smile brightly, something he hadn't even realised he was capable of doing in the aftermath of his parents' deaths.

“I'm really grateful, thank you. And I apologise so much for adding to your workload. You must be busy as well.” Ram tries to be polite, even though from the inside he’s quite excited.

Y/N shakes her head and says, "Oh no, I tutor young kids, and they usually visit my house. I stay at home all the time. You're not in any way making my work more difficult.”

Ram simply observes the woman while grinning warmly and holding the plate in his palms. Nowadays, he hardly ever encountered kindness like that in individuals, especially the nature of his line of work. Usually with his profession people tended to steer clear of his path.

“Would you like to join me for dinner?” Ram is quick to question.

Unfortunately for Ram, Y/N shakes her head. “I am sorry, I can’t join you tonight. It’s just that I have some work. But you can join me for dinner tomorrow. It’s better than eating in silence.”

“Sure. See you tomorrow then.”

“See you tomorrow, Ram.”

Ram then observes as Y/N walks away, her payal making gentle chiming noises as her alta-clad feet make contact with the earth. Her pallu sways behind her, making her look like an apsara.

The last glance of her face, Ram tries to memorize as much of her features as he can, before she fully shuts her door, flashing Ram a smile one more time.

Ram stands still, mesmerized by the woman. Ram stays in his spot, his eyes fixed on the door of his new neighbour as the time passes and the breeze picks up.

However, that doesn't last long because the hot plate burns his flesh abruptly. Turning his gaze to the plate, Ram smiles at the plate, lifting the cover, only to almost have his knees buckle at the delicious food.

Rice, Roti, dahi, and a two bengali sabzis that he doesn’t know of. But what captures his attention is the bowl of kheer, decorated with dry fruits. Just the sight is so magnificent that Ram can’t wait to finish the food and get to dessert.

Kheer was always his favourite, especially if it was made from his amma. The way Y/N had decorated her kheer was exactly the same way his amma did.

With a huge grin, Ram shuts the door behind him and looks around his home, admiring how wonderfully lit it is. It appears as though all of the previous emptiness has vanished after meeting Y/N.

Perhaps it was time for him to start interacting with and getting to know his neighbours better. And he was eagerly anticipating the arrival of night tomorrow and the moon's illumination of the street. He realises that he always feels famished after work.

For the first time in years, Ram felt something different in the air. He cannot place a finger on it, but it is there. Shaking his head, he heads to have dinner and finish for the night.

Kuch toh hua hai.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know if I made any mistakes and if I should fix something. Constructive Criticism is always welcomed.

Also let me know if you want a part two or if it should just be a one-shot.

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[jake-g-lockley]

Double Wedding Bells (Moon Knight x desi!reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Three men and two very different wedding ceremonies, how hard could that be?

Warnings: I am not Jewish or Telugu so there might be some things that are not precisely accurate, almost all of the stuff that is ceremony-wise is gotten through research, mentions of DID.

Word Count: 1.8k words

A/N: This is a request from @sodonuthideout thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to write this <3333 (translations are at the end of the fic, enjoy)

Moon Boys POV

Marc fidgets with his cufflinks again, tugging the edge of his suit as he frowns at Steven and Jake in the mirror.

“We look fine, hermano, calm your nerves.” Jake says, giving Marc a smile. 

“Yea, bruv, we cleaned up pretty well.” Steven chimed in with a blinding grin. 

“I can’t believe that we’re getting married to her.” Marc whispers. 

After 2 and a half years of courting Y/N, the boys decided about 2 months ago that it was time to pop the important question. They knew that they didn't want to spend the rest of their life with anyone else if it wasn’t her. She was their lucky charm, the light to their darkness and so much has gone so well for them over the past few years that Marc could hardly believe it.

He had reconciled with his father and they both had been going to therapy sessions where Marc has been dealing with his past traumas and DID. His relationship with Y/N had never been better and although he was still Moon Knight, Khonshu has been much more relaxed over the past few months. 

“Looking great, my Knight.” Khonshu says, patting Marc’s shoulders. 

A knock sounded at the door and Marc’s father opened the door and peeked through. He walked up to Marc and smiled at him, taking in his son. He adjusted his tie and Marc saw a tear slip from his fathers eyes, which he automatically brushed off his face.  

“I’m so proud of the man that you have become, my son. Thank you for taking me back into your life.” his father says, cupping Marc’s face with his hands. “It's time.”

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his kippah, Marc followed his father out of the room.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Marc stared at the ketubah, waiting for Y/N. He nervously looked at the rabbi who smiled reassuringly back at him. Soon, the sweet smell of roses mixed with the heavenly smell of Y/N’s signature perfume floated towards him. When Marc turned to look at her, he swore that he could have been knocked off his feet in an instant. 

She was wearing a beautiful pure white lace saree with a long sleeved blouse, topped with a stunning veil that was cascading down her perfectly curled hair down her back.  The veil was a small gift from Khonshu, who had a soft spot for Y/N, and Marc could see little silver crescent moons on the veil glowing slightly, making her look absolutely ethereal while she clutched the modest bouquet of white roses. He almost didn’t hear Steven and Jake audibly gasp in the headspace as he stared dreamily at her. 

She reached out and gave Marc’s hand a soothing squeeze and the both of them turned to look at the ketubah, reading it and signing it with Marc’s father and the rabbi as witnesses. Marc then turned back to her, as instructed by the rabbi, and took a long look at her beautiful smiling face before he veilling her. 

He then stepped forward to take his place beside his father as she took her place in the middle of her parents. To Marc, this was probably the most overwhelming part of the ceremony where he had to walk to the chuppah lacking one parent. 

“It's alright, Marc, Jake and I are here with you every step of the way.” Steven’s voice fills Marc’s pounding heart with the supportive affirmation and he realigns himself again as they begin to walk down the aisle. 

Marc took his place on the right of the decorated chuppah while Y/N took her place in front of him, her parents behind her. They only invited a few people that were very close to them for this ceremony. Marc caught Frenchie’s eye, who gave him a wink and Marc grinned back at his old friend. The various rituals and blessings went by quicker than Marc expected it to. 

The guest cheered “Mazel tov!” as Marc hears the glass shatter under his heel. He turned to look at his Y/N who was smiling at him with the most beautiful look on her face.

“Ready for the other ceremony, my handsome husbands?” she whispers. 

“Ready when you are, our angelic wife.” 

Your POV

You stared down at the beautiful gorintaku that covered both of your arms as your mom helped you with your nakshi vaddanam, a beautiful but heavy pure gold belt that adorned your belly. The vaddanam was a gift from Steven, who had carefully picked out the belt after thoroughly researching it, finding one that suited your style as well as complemented your tradition. 

They had popped the question on a random Tuesday night when you were lying on their lap reading a book with your tongue between your teeth and a stupid expression on your face as you judged the book characters actions. Marc was the one who was fronting when the question was asked and it was so fluid, as if he was asking what's for dinner the next day. 

You remember staring down at the band that Marc was holding between his fingers absolutely confused. Your mind had refused to work for a few seconds until Marc’s soft cough filled your ringing ears. You could barely form the words to say yes to the question because of the sheer shock that was coursing through your head. 

Your best friend, who is also your maid of honor, grabbed the eyelash glue and tapped a little on your forehead, helping your papidi billa stick to your forehead, right above the special gold amulet that was tied with yellow thread. You felt like a real regal queen in your red and gold saree. The veil that was gifted by Khonshu for the Jewish ceremony had magically shifted colors to match your saree, now a sheer gold with tiny glowing gold crescents and was pinned to the top of your braid that had been done up with fresh fragrant flowers. 

You couldn't wait to get married to your boys again and you could feel the waterworks starting up. You were so exhausted with all the prep you had to do but so excited to start your new life with the boys. The nerves started edging up on you this morning and all you wanted to do is see their face and feel their presence next to you. 

“Come, kanna, it's time to go up to the mandapam.” Your mother says, pressing a small kiss on your temple.  

You say a little prayer, hoping that everything would go as smooth as possible and you grab your best friend’s hand, taking a deep breath to diminish the nerves. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You take your place in the middle chair between your parents, behind the curtain called the terasala, which was hiding Marc from your view and the ceremony starts. You watch as your parents wash his feet and offer him your hand. Marc states his promises after accepting your hand and you feel your eyes tearing up again, listening to his soft sweet voice. 

The priest calls the auspicious time as cumin and jaggery paste is smeared on your hand. You lift your hand over the curtain until you feel Marc’s soft curls under your hand and you feel his hand on your head. The curtain drops and you see Marc for the first time, wearing a silk white kurta and dhoti with the same amulet tied around his forehead. You grin at him as rose petals cascade over the both of you.

All you could focus on is Marc’s beautiful deep set eyes and how you are doing this so that you could spend the rest of your living days staring into those adoring eyes. Those eyes flashed to Steven and then to Jake and back again to Marc. You wanted all of them, the good, the bad and the ugly. You never wanted anything more in your life. 

He sends you a small wink as the both of you lower your hands and the priest hands him the mangalsutra. Yellow rice rains around you and him as the music around you crescendos.

Marc leans in and ties the sacred yellow thread smeared with haldi around your neck with three knots. 

“I love you, I love you so much.” he whispers.

“I love you too.” you say as tears run down your face, the feeling of peace settling in you as Marc seals the eternal action with an unceremonious kiss on your forehead. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translations:

Hermano: Brother

Kippah: A kippah, yarmulke, or koppel is a brimless cap, usually made of cloth, traditionally worn by Jewish males to fulfill the customary requirement that the head be covered. 

Ketubah: A ketubah is a Jewish marriage contract.

Chuppah:  A canopy under which the bride and groom stand during a Jewish wedding ceremony.

Mazel tov: "Mazel tov" or "mazal tov" is a Jewish phrase used to express congratulations for a happy and significant occasion or event. 

Gorintaku: AKA henna. Temporary body art resulting from the staining of the skin from the dyes.

Nakshi vaddanam: This ornament is worn on the belly of the bride. In earlier days, this belt had a lot of significance as it was a symbol showing the woman’s child-bearing abilities. The Vaddanam would often be designed with precious and semi-precious beautiful stones. Most often, this belt would be carved with different images of Lord Vishnu, Goddess Lakshmi and her consort

Papidi billa: “Papidi billa”(maang tikka) is a piece of jewelry worn in the middle of parting of the hair and is meant for adorning the forehead. 

Saree: A sari or saree is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent, that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a stole (shawl), baring a part of the midriff

Kanna: Darling

Mandapam: A wedding Mandap is a mandap (covered structure with pillars) temporarily erected for the purpose of a Hindu or Jain wedding. The main wedding ceremonies take place under the mandap.

Terasala: Tera means curtain and sela is cloth. So, it literally means a cloth used as a curtain, between the bride and the groom.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt of a type worn by people in South Asia

Dhoti: A garment worn by male Hindus, consisting of a piece of material tied around the waist and extending to cover most of the legs.

Mangalsutra: In many parts of India a pendant necklace — called a mangalsutra, or “auspicious thread,” is tied around a Hindu bride's neck during the wedding ceremony, a symbol that the couple is bound in matrimony and an indication of the bride's new status as a married woman

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7. Tumbles

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For two days, it had been pouring non stop. Y/n loved monsoon but she was sick of this, it would stop for a few minutes and humidity would skyrocket.

She hated how every year for a few weeks, it would rain for days on end, efficiently trapping them in their homes and flooding the streets.

"If you just stop for a bit and let wind and sun dry up my clothes, it'd be great."

Her grandfather would call this a jhala, when it'd rain just enough to wet you but not enough to take away the heat of your home.

Y/n looked around the house, at the walls. The moisture was seeping in and the paint was beginning to come off in layers.

Tucking the pallu in the front, she swept the fallen bits of paint on the floor. "Ye Alag rona h baarish ka!"

She loved monsoon, she did but it always came at such great price of tidiness of her home and her hair's health. It was a love hate she wished on no one.

Y/n envied Ram, he had great hair and he didn't have to worry about them getting tangled or hairfall or anything.

Just as she put the powdered paint in the waste and came back to the living room, the ceiling shook making more paint to fall. Full of irritation, she ruffled her hair and went in to wash their clothes, refusing to sweep again.

Ram was boxing above, God knew if he was boxing or doing what, whatever it was occasionally awarded more dust on the floor.

Y/n let it go, picking up the soap, brush and a pile of dirty clothes, she went in.

It was worse in the washroom, she thought, should have washed in open. The damp weather made her hair stick to her face annoyingly.

She felt sweat rolling down her neck, as she scrubbed blood of his shirt. "I thought this was a harmless search leave, how does he keep getting blood on his clothes?"

Y/n tried to use her arm to removes sticky curly strands that were stuck the side of her face but to no avail. She tried a multiple times but in the end, she had to use her hands.

After an hour or so, she put all the scrubbed clothes in a bucket and went out to the handpump to wash them.

The drizzle hit her head and back, with the sweat and the rain, she assumed she must look like a wet puppy.

When she finally got done with them, Y/n took another bath. As soon as the cold water hit her body, she felt the disgust lessen. After soaking in the rain, she decided to wash her hair as well, as even they felt sticky and dirty.

She carefully sponged around her bicchiye. The green stone on them shone.

Finally she got out, dressed only in her skirt and half sopped blouse. She stepped in living room with wrung out clothes and kept them down, as she took a towel and started drying her scalp.

Throwing her hair back, she picked up the bucket and went up. Still not willing to drape a saree on her doused body, Y/n stepped in the windiest room of their house and began hanging every piece of fabric on the wires.

Water rolled down her back from her still quiet wet hair, Y/n looked around to see if she had bought the towel up, she hadn't. So she took her hair and pushed them to a side, allowing her back to dry up.

Once done, she took the empty bucket and was about to go down when she heard a small angry cry from the adjacent room. Ram was there.

Y/n put it down and went to him, "kya Hua?"

Ram was feeling nothing short of rage, these two days that he had spend at home would have been a perfect opportunity for that Gond to go further in the hiding. These two days had distanced him from his goal, he felt.

Short raging breaths and wide eyes, he looked like anger was pouring out of him.

He looked up at Y/n standing at the door. For a second he forgot to breathe, adorned in nothing but a small red bindi, bangles and no saree, she looked absolutely delectable. He quickly recovered though, averting his eyes.

Y/n looked at him.

He was sitting down, looking like a predator, the om hanging around his neck. That darned thing, was it a magnet, Y/n wondered, it had no business looking so hot on Ram.

Ram looked dangerous, she approached him with quiet steps. Her payals understood her and made no sound.

She knelt in front of him, placing a hand on his knee, "Ram kya hua?"

He screw up his eyes and shook his head slightly.

Y/n cupped his cheek and brushed his hair back, "Ram.."

She had expected him to stay silent, say nothing. She thought he'd walk out and lock himself in their room with his books. She didn't expect him to catch her wrist in a tight hold, his eyes opened- consumed in rage, she didnt expect him to jerk her hand away like he was getting rid of an insect.

"When will you learn to stay away?!"

He walked out and Y/n was left in the room, she sat there in silence.

His grip- he hadn't hurt her, not physically, at least. She couldn't tell.

Her heart raced, she felt a familiar dread fill her. He hadn't hurt her but he had been firm enough to send her brain tumbling in the past.

His eyes reflected the rage that her brother's did.

Unsure of what to do next, Y/n got up and went down with the bucket.

She felt exposed and looked for a saree. Luckily for her, there was one on the chair in the living room, she quickly draped it.

It started pouring again, heavily. She looked at the wet foot marks on the floor, sighing she went to get water in a bucket and a mop.

After cleaning the room  again, she washed her hands. She really hated the monsoons, each chore she usually did once, she had to do it twice, sometimes even thrice in a day.

Sweet aroma of kheer simmering filled the house.

She took down the vessel and set it aside.

Plucking the courage, Y/n went to Ram, ".. Ram?"  From where she stood, he looked invested in his book, after his head lifted a bit in acknowledgment she asked, "Kheer is ready. Do you want lunch? I'll make fresh puri."

Again, instead of using his words, he simply hummed.

She turned on her feet and went to heat oil in a kadhai. She sat there making small, round puri as she waited.

Quietly she served him. He sat just as quiet, looking lost in thought.

Having been quiet and humid for a few hours, wind picked up creating noise loud enough to drown the distant laughters of kids.

She wished for the storm to quiten her heart. To take her mind of she started humming. Taking the vessel of the flame, she got and up and fanned herself with the pallu.

The extra puri she made, she wrapped and put them in a closed container. Oil vapors in the kitchen made it uncomfortable to breath, so Y/n came out.

Ram washed his hands, looking at her. She looked heavenly in a green black saree.

Once again, he found himself in a position he didn't want to be in. He hadn't meant to be, to be- dismissive and disrespectful towards her.

Ram felt sorry for her. He wondered if she ever wanted to be out of this mess that he was.

He didn't intend to wait for a whole night to apologize to her this time. He looked at her again, she was standing the edge of the room, looking up the open veranda.

"When weather clears, we have to refill the wheat in the stock, okay?"

Bewildered that she would talk to him, he could only make a weird questioning noise.

"We have enough for one more month."

Passing him with her head hung in a very unusual manner, she went up. Ram went up after her, following her steps closely.

As she checked if any of them had dried up, she felt rapid breath hitting her back. "Ram do you want something?"

"No.."

No? He smacked his head. What an idiot!

"Y/n!"

She turned to him, "Ha?" Her long hair were blown to front by the wind, the waves framed her prettily.

How could he even think of behaving so crudely with this woman?

He didn't deserve her but he had to apologize to her, even if she wasn't making a fuss about it. Even if she was actively making a choice to ignore his behavior, he wasn't.

He wasn't about to leave her in misery. He didn't know what came over him in that moment but now that his senses were working properly, he wasn't about to leave his wife alone and afraid.

She had to know that he wasn't the kind of husband who would want his wife afraid of him, he wasn't. She had to know that he regretted his actions the second they actually registered in his brain.

Her fearful stare was an additional punch in the gut.

How could he?

Was he truly beyond redemption now? Did he finally lose his soul? If not then how did he do it?

Ram  had spent half a day following Y/n all around, it was evening now and he sulked while she cooked their dinner. Getting a simple apology out of his mouth shouldn't be difficult, he mused.

Dinner brushed over in silence, Ram's hands kept itching to hold her.

It was easy to spend hours saying nothing to her, it was easy for him to just lay there in silence as she worked and talked to him. Sometimes she'd go quiet as well, he never minded.

But then why was it so difficult to sit right next to her tonight, where was the tranquil blanket of peace, why was she not looking at him?

Why was he tongue-tied?

It was just a matter of three words and he was sure, she'd forgive him.

But would she ever forget? He didn't think so.

He kept thinking, the way her shoulders were tense he knew that she was equally uncomfortable.

Had he scared her forever? Those big eyes, the petrified gasp- he wished they'd leave him.

The hiccuped breaths gave her away. He knew she was a thread snap away from being washed away by her pain.

His heart ached, he couldn't eat more than three morsels and got up.

He had several books, he knew he had some romance novel hidden somewhere. Perhaps those would give a clue on how to apologize to your wife after being a jerk.

Searching, his eyes caught a blue cover. He snatched it quickly and sat on his bed leaning on the bed frame, his eyes scourged for some help.

All the chores of the home must have finally released her, Ram watched Y/n getting in the bed. Before she could lie down, he stopped her, "Y/n, I want to talk."

Thankfully she stopped and sat cross legged by his side, facing him. Ram kept the book close to his pillow and turned to her.

He rubbed his clammy hands together.

"Y/n I-"

He watched her, took a good look at her curious face. Had it been any other night, Y/n would have been in his personal space by now, slowly coaxing him to say what he wanted to, but tonight she stayed in her place.

Sorrow bloomed in his chest.

His hands took the wrist he had jerked away in the morning and grazed the marks his fingers had left. Bile rose to his throat.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, i- I'm so sorry. I don't know i- how-"

Bringing her hand to his heart, Ram continued the broken pleas for forgiveness. His chest heaved in despair. "These few hours without you have been hell. Please talk to me.. my- my heart just won't stop hurting, y/n."

Y/n hated how helplessly she let go of every fear and shifted closer to him, holding his hands that clutched hers. A shaky breath left her.

"Ram, stop, I forgive you."

"Please talk to me."

"I am! Look! I am talking to you."

Ram lifted his head to see her. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I wont- I wont- just the thought of hurting you ever again is killing me. I hate how I can no longer say 'I'll never hurt you' because I already have-"

Y/n just looked at him, when had her brother ever regretted his actions. There was no way she'll ever forget but she won't forget his frantic apologies either.

"No Ram no-"

Seeing him hold onto her hand desperately made her tear up, "No.. "

With shaking hand, she brushed his hair back. After barely holding herself together for a full day, she finally gave up the control and broke down.

Silent sobs made it much more difficult to breathe, she felt as if there was a vice like grip on her windpipe.

Hot tears dropped on his pyajama, his heart squeezed painfully. He had made her cry. Letting go of her hand Ram held her shoulders and made her face him.

Shaking his head, he wiped her tears and pulled her in his lap.

Ram wrapped his hands tightly around her shaking frame, "nhi.. nhi meri jaan, I'm sorry." He choked a sob. "Bas.."

He rubbed her back slowly, occasionally wiping his own tears.

"Ram.."

Broken babbles of his name as she cried shattered him. He threw his head back trying to breath through his emotions, what had he done..

Ram cradled her and tightened his hold on her till she finally calmed down. They both laid there, his back resting on the bed frame, she sat between his legs holding onto him.

After a while Y/n sat up, he looked just as devastated as her.

Feeling the void where she was, Ram opened his eyes. She was looking at him.

"Kya hua.. "

He sat up as well.

Shaking her head, Y/n looped her hands around his neck and hugged him.

A silly smile formed on Ram's face, he tugged on her waist and buried his face in her neck. For a second they both stayed there, breathing in the comfort, basking in each other's embrace.

Y/n felt his lashes tease her. The butterfly kisses were dizzying. To distract herself, she started playing with his hair.

Their chests rose in unison as they both tried to control their heartbeats.

Y/n thought this was enough to send her brain spiraling. She wasn't ready for his lips to brush against her skin as he spoke.

"I know I screwed everything up but please don't shut me out.."

Y/n kissed his shoulder and managed to control her breath for long enough to say no.

Is he trying to kill me? What is he doing?

Ram on the other hand was lost in her. Her hands on him, her jhumke jingled whenever she took a deep breath. His senses were overwhelmed by the smooth skin, her sweet scent.

Despite himself, he planted a sweet kiss in the crook of her neck.

"You know, I have begun to love what we have.. I have caught myself wishing to be near you even when you're at an arm's distance.. y/n,"

His fingers danced over her waist, "I crave to have you in my arms.."

Quietly he confessed as he enunciated every second word with a light kiss along her neck, slowly inching towards her jaw.

Y/n shivered, her nails dug in his shoulder slightly. It took everything in her not to crane her neck, she did not want to turn the loving whispers ghosting over her skin into something else.

Ram loved how he had the same effect on her, as she had on him.

"I have begun to love.." He sucked in a long breath, you.

His eyes shut in a prayer, he wasn't going to say it. Instead he left small pecks along her cheek upto her temple.

Nudging his nose against her, Ram enjoyed as her nails traced his arm, slowly. A touch so light- it made him stop and rethink if this was real.

Her hands on him slid along the chain on his om, he suppressed a shudder. He looked at her in pure adoration, she was his.

Ram felt his heart might beat out of his chest.

Y/n did not expect him to take her face in his hands and pepper kisses all over. She giggled feeling almost euphoric. Two can play the game, she thought before tackling him and kissing his eyes, cheeks, everywhere.

She maintained the eye contact, hesitantly pulling back for a second, she slowly leaned back in and began trailing kisses from his cheekbone.

His eyes closed in anticipation. She won't kiss him, he knew but where would she stop. All his focus was on the soft lips that tortured him, the short hot breaths along his skin- he almost groaned.

Her fingers ran along his shoulder blades. It was too much for him.

It took all of his will power keep his hands steady on her back.

His woman knew how to rile him up, that was for sure. She wasn't just kissing, she was tracing his face with her lips, giving every inch a taste of her.

Her lips lingered on the corner of his lips for a bit longer, almost making him think if she would.. but she pulled away.

That's when she decided to put distance between their faces and snickered at his disappointed downturned lips.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Ram tried not to laugh alongside. He was doing a decent job but then he opened one eye to peak at her, yellow light from lamp illuminated her face like a goddess. His heart leapt in joy. She was his.

The window of the room shut with a loud bang.

He couldn't help but sigh. He had lost track of time, in his defense his wife was an intoxicating woman.

"It's late."

Her small chuckes grew quite, "mhm it is."  Looking out at the sky, she figured it must be the mid of night. There were a few stars peeking from behind the clouds.

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MORNING TALKS

Dad!Dhruva × Mom!Reader

SUMMARY:Dhruva and his 3 year-old daughter have their usually morning talks while preparing breakfast.

It was six in the morning when a deep in his sleep Dhruva was woken up by his 3 years old little princess, D/N .

“Pappa” D/N softly called as she stood on Dhruv's side of the bed, hugging her Pooh stuffy.

When she received no response, she tried to climb the bed, gripping on her father’s white shirt. When she successfully did, she laid on his stomach, head resting on his chest while her little hands played with his stubble.

A moment had passed when Dhruv felt two tiny hands on his stubble,making him wake up. He tried to hide his smile and pretend to still sleep when he saw how comfy his little princess was. But failed when he chuckled and couldn’t resist the opportunity to cuddle.

“Pappa, you awake,” D/N softly said greeting Dhruva with a smile, already making his day.

“Hm… how did you get here, Bangaru?” He asked as he wrapped his big arms around her tiny body “Uh, bangaru walked and climbed up?” Dhruv laughed at her response knowing she was getting smart with him.

“Did you try to wake amma up?” D/N shook her head and continue playing with his stubble. “Sare*… good. We’ll let amma rest, okay? She’s very tired. We’ll call her when breakfast is ready,”.

They cuddle for a good ten minutes until Dhruva decided to get up and prepare some food for the family. He kissed Y/N on the cheeks, making D/N do the same.

Dhruva gather D/N in his arms and walked downstairs and towards the garden calling their pet dog, a golden retriever, "Enzo!!" Squealed D/N urging Dhruv to put her down. D/N ran after enzo pulling a laughing Dhruva with her to the garden. After a good half an hour of playing around the father-daughter duo went inside with enzo on their tail.

Dhruva set D/N on the kitchen counter "What do u want for breakfast today bangaru?" He questioned "Umm... Anything Pappa" D/N replied. "Well, what about French Toast?" Dhruva asked "With Milkshake" She said with puppy dog eyes knowing he couldn't resist it. Dhruva and Y/N are usually strict with her diet, but he sighed knowing he can't say no to her "Okay, with milkshake." He said "But only for today" He stated immediately while D/N squealed with excitement.

Dhruva was preparing some french toast when D/N called him and made grabby hands indicating him she wanted to be picked up. Dhruva smiled at her and picked her up and resumed cooking while D/N rested her head on his shoulder "Pappa no go wolk today, pwease" She said. Dhruva sighed "I'm sorry bangaru, but pappa has to go to work today" He stated softly while D/N's eyes welled up tears, Dhruva saw this and let out a breath softly "How about I come home soon today and we can watch disney movies, also you, me and amma can go to outside together" He said knowing she can't resist the offer. As soon as he said that D/N shot her head up from his shoulder and looked at Dhruv excitedly "Really?" She asked in a very enthusiastic tone make Dhruv laugh and nod his head "Pwomise" she asked. Dhruva nodded his head smiling at her and said "Promise" "I wove u Pappa" D/N said and kissed his cheek wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love u too bangaru" Dhruva said returning her kiss. The duo started talking like two long lost friends who haven't met in years.

Too caught up on their conversation, they didn’t noticed Y/N was up and were admiring the view that warmed her heart. Y/N took the opportunity to take a picture of them immersed in their bubble. The sound of the camera however caught their attention.

D/N immediately beamed at the sight of her amma, making grabby hands to hold her. Y/N walked towards them, taking her from Dhruv hold while he went to set up the table for breakfast. "Good morning, bangaru" Y/N greeted as she peppered the giggly little princess with kiss.

Dhruva admire the sight. Everything was still too surreal. The sight of his gorgeous other half and their baby cuddling together made his heart hurt in a good way. "Hello amma" D/N greeted as she place small kisses on her amma’s cheeks.

After setting up the table Dhruva sneaked behind Y/N and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, Y/N finally paid attention to Dhruv who was waiting for Y/N to greet him. "Good morning to you too" She gave Dhruva a kiss on his lips earning a giggle from D/N in her arms. "Me too pwease" D/N pout her little lips, reaching out to kiss her Pappa. Dhruv chuckled at his daughter’s antics before giving her request. "You are too cute" He gave kisses all over her small face, making her squirm on Y/N’s arms as his stubble tickled her making her and Y/N laugh.

The trio were having their breakfast laughing at little jokes "Amma, Pappa said he will be home soon from wolk" D/N said excitedly "Oh, did he now" She smirked raising her eyebrow at him "Yeh, and he said we can go oultside, wight Pappa" D/N asked "Yes bangaru, we will go out today" Dhruv said smiling at her.

After having the breakfast Dhruv went up to get ready for the day while Y/N was cleaning the utensils and the table. Dhruva came down in his police uniform "Pappa" D/N ran towards her dad, Dhruva picked her up giving her a kiss on her cheek while walking to the front door. Y/N appeared behind him "Okay jaan, come back soon and be careful" She told him while taking D/N from his arms "Okay Bangaram, I'll be back by 5." He said and kissed them both on their foreheads. "Bye Pappa" D/N waved her little hand to Dhruv who smiled and waved at them and got into the police car waiting for him in the driveway.

True to his words Dhruva returned home at early from work to spend some quality time with his lovely family. He is a very lucky man to have a lovely family like this and he wouldn't trade this for the world.

Sare: Okay

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Meenamma: Pt. 1

Meena tidied up her clinic, preparing to close up for the day. Of course, she'd treat people 24/7, whenever they needed her, but today she'd have to get fitted for the gown she was to wear for the gala her dear "parents" (see: jailers) Lord and Lady Scott had "requested" (see: forced) her presence at. Though the gala itself was in two weeks, her bitch of a mother wanted her to have the "most extravagant" dress (for whatever reason, considering she hated Meena), so the dress would take some time to make. She agreed, though stood firmly that her friend Seetha would be the one to measure her for the garments rather than the stuffy male tailor her jailers-sorry, parents had picked. While Seetha worked with her at the clinic, she was also a skilled dress-and-sari-and-half-sari-maker. Seetha had a little shop in the bazaar, and right now, Meena was running late for the appointment she'd made with her.

Huffing and out of breath, Meena ran into Seetha's shop, Sarojini Sarees, setting her bag down on a rickety stool to the side of the door. When she'd asked Seetha the reason for the name, she'd simply stated Sarojini was her aunt's name and that she was the one who'd taught her to sew and embroider, so she'd only thought it right to name her shop after her. Meena spotted a handsome Indian man clothed in suspenders, crisp brown pants, and a shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows leaning on the counter, saying something that caused Seetha to giggle. "Seetha?" Meena called out, and both of them turned to look at her. Once she saw his entire face, Meena's first thought (unfortunately) was: Oh no. You're quite attractive. The man stood up straight and stopped leaning against the counter, tapping Seetha's nose as he started to leave, startling her into a laugh. "Bye, Seetha! See you tomorrow night!" He winked at her, shot Meena a small smile before exiting the shop.

See you tomorrow night? Meena's shock at his comeliness turned to disgust. What a regularly, unsurprisingly basic man, flirting with women and hinting about their nocturnal escapades in front of others. Seetha, though, simply waved goodbye to him and starting taking Meena's measurements.

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The next day, Meena and Seetha were preparing to close up the clinic. Seetha had excitedly confided in Meena about a surprise she and her cousin were orchestrating for her father's birthday, pleading her to join them at the party (and Meena could never resist Seetha's puppy eyes). Her cousin was picking them up. On that topic, as soon as they sent their final patient for the day out, Meena heard the telltale clip-clop of hooves outside the clinic. "Come on, akka!" Seetha always called Meena "akka" because the woman was like an elder sister to her. Meena obliged, laughing at her excitement, her laugh fizzling out into a frown and irritation flooding her as she saw the man from the sari shop leaning against a horse, a bicycle next to him. "Bava!" Seetha ran to hug him, and he obliged, smiling. Wait. What? "Meenakka, this is my cousin who's practically my brother, Ram. Bava, this is Meena akka, she runs the clinic." Oh god. Understanding flooded Meena. He had been so familiar with Seetha because they were cousins who were like siblings, and by "tomorrow night" Ram had meant the party. "Nice to meet you. Seetha, I brought your cycle. I hope you don't mind horses, Meenamma?"

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A/N: First part of Meenamma is out! Tried to keep the part relatively angst-free LOL; hope y'all enjoy!

#rrr #ram x reader #meenamma #kajal

[gryffindordaughterofathena]

In honor of just 50 days being left for pujo, I am here with a prompt for you!

Ethan seeing Diana in a saree for the first time. 💜

I want to know all about it!

Okay so Pujo is 5 days away, I know I know I am phenomenally late, but on the occasion of Mahalaya here's a little something I wrote, I hope you like it and let the pujo celebrations commence!

RANGI SAARI

Book : Open Heart (book 3 timeline)

Pairing : Ethan Ramsey x Diana Ramirez

Word Count : 530 words

Rating : General 

Category : Fluff

Trope : N/A

Warning : None

Summary : It's his first time seeing her wearing a saari (traditional wear of women of Bengal)

A/N : This is extremely self indulgent but I finally wrote something after a million years, say you're proud of me 🥺 there's two bengali sentences, I'll translate them at the end❤

Sunlight pours in through the curtains of a room that holds memories. Memories of laughter, of tears, of first loves and first heartbreak, of the thrill of being here with the only one who matters. A double bed with sleep muddled bed sheets warm in the early autumn light, half illuminating the man currently asleep on the bed, unaware of the gentle storm that rages on in the rest of the house.

… … …

Downstairs is pandemonium, a storm of dark brown hair and feet tangled in clothes, of fresh wafts of a very familiar jasmine smell and laughter that once was common in the same hallways.

"Ma amar dul gulo kothay?" *

"Ghorei toh ache, bhalo kore khoj" **

Then there's a pattering of bare feet on stairs and the hurricane passes through, leaving calm behind.

… … …

When Ethan wakes, for a moment he tries to remember the place around him. Then his mind tries to make sense of the absence of Diana's warm body by his side.

Only after that does he notice the vision in red in the other end of the room. The one peering into the ornate mirror that takes up a fourth of the wall, as she puts on the gold earrings that glints in the early morning sunlight, catching rays and releasing them in the magic of the moment.

For a moment it's difficult to breathe, his mind going back years to those sleepless nights scrolling through her social media, going back years, staring at the unreality of her in her birthland's finery.

The next moment he finds his gaze drawn back to the tumbling dark brown hair that has fallen to her back, a single drop of water travelling across the smooth bronze of her exposed midriff, the sunlight that reflects in the depths of her brown eyes intensely concentrating on attaching the earring hoop.

Then she sees him and turns towards him.

The smile that she sends towards him is enough to make him forget breathing once again.

… … …

Like teenagers in the early blooming stages of love, they stare at each other, blinding impossible blue to the grounding storm of rain soaked browns.

Unaware of the hymns being chanted through the loudspeakers, holy words praising the goddess, floating through the air of an Indian autumn.

Neither speaks, their breathless smiles holding the other's heart in the cusp of their hands.

He drinks in the sight of her draped in red, she's a dream in his waking hours, beautiful, untouchable, warm, his.

She drinks in the sight of him in her childhood bedroom, sleep tousled hair, beautiful in the way he's completely hers.

He can't speak, drawn to silence by the sight of the woman he loves, so his voice comes out cracked when he utters, "You look-"

"Acceptable?", she jokes knowing damn well that it can't be further from the truth.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful", his voice is fervent, worshipping.

He slowly makes her way towards her, outstretched hand reaching to hold hers.

Once they meet, she squeezes his thrice, her signal of happiness only known to him.

He squeezes back.

They are perfectly, incandescently happy.

TRANSLATIONS

*"Ma amar dul gulo kothay?"

-> Where are my earrings mom?

**"Ghorei toh ache, bhalo kore khoj"

-> It's in your room, search carefully.

A/N : If you've read this far, I love you and I hope you are taking care of yourself, I have missed being active in the fandom with college hitting me like a freight train but now with vacations I'll have more time to be here.

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Didi, Main Aur Chudai - Part 2

by muna69 January 2, 2018 1,501

Hello everyone, mai Niraj fir se hajir hun meri kahani ki next part ke sath. Thanx kuchh hi dino publish ke baad v mujhe kafi sare emails aa chuka hai, ek meri didi bangai chat karte karte, uske sath role play sex chat chal raha hai n imo par wo apni chut n boobs ki darsan de chuki hai,

Thanx itne pyar kliye, meri didi ko pata chalegi to tumhe maar ke khaa jaegi haha, jo 1st part ( didi, main aur chudai) nehin padhe hain please pehle use padhiye. Start kartaa hun next part,

Sham ho gai hai, kal jhimididi chali jaegi udaas hoke baithaa hun main , jhimididi v nehin mil rahi hai, pata nehin kahan gai hai. Me ek mat bichha dia aur letne lagaa chhat par thandi thandi hawa aa raha thaa to achha lag rahaa tha, soch rahaa thaa kya karun.

Aur koi nehin thaa terrace par us time,gaana lagaa dia earphones lagaake ankh band karke sochta rahaa,mere ankh par sirf uski nangi chut jo pichhle rat ko dekha thaa wohi jhalak rahaa thaa n uski badi badi gaand jise aaj dopahar ko chaat rahaa thaa uski chhabi.

Fir maine call lagaayaa ghar par didi phone itnaa nehin pakdti thi par ghar ke baahar phone leke jaati thi. Do baar ring hote hi.

Jhimididi – haan muna bol

Main- didi tu kaahan hai, me kab se dhund rahaa hun, meraa haalat buraa hai yahan

Jhimididi -are me seema, gita ke sath hun unke ghar ( didi ki best friends).

Main-jaldii aanaa chhat par please, me pagal ho gayaa hun. Tu ese v kal jaa rahi hai please didii aajaa naa.

Jhimididi -haan boltaa jaa( didi unke saamne kuchh bol nehin paati thi iske baare me), arey maa ko bol me aa rahi hun 30 min me.

((mujhe didi ki plan samjh me aa gaya tha, meri didi kafi smart hai, kuchh v kar legi kisi v situation par))

Main- (dhire se)mera lund uchhal rahi hai jaldiiii aajaa chhat par, aaj to tujhe chodke rahungaaa meri randi didi.

Jhimididi – arey bol naa maa ko 30 min lagenge, wese kya important kaam hai ki avi jaana padegaa

Main- sabaash didi, ((mera lund uchhal rahaa thaa didi ki intest dekh ke, chadi fataa degaa lag rahaa thaa, hil rahaa thaa apne marzi se rod banke)) terii gaand ko khaa jaungaaaa, jaldii aajaa aaahhhh meraa lund

Jhimididi – haan me jaa rahi hun (( gusse tone main boli)aur 2min sirf.

Main- ummmmmmmmahhhh (kiss dia phone par)

Sochta rahaa ki kya ho payega aaj, koi aa to nehin jaegaa, chodunga to kahan kese, saalaa didi ko sadi kar lenaa thaa mujhe, shadi kiya hotaa to humesa mera lund uski chut me hoti kavi nehin nikaaltaa ( man man me bahot kuchh sochne lagaa, meraa lund kese bahar ayega fad fadaa rahaa thaa).

Me avi v leta hua thaa mat par asman ko muhn karke,mere samne didi achanak, mai kuchh kartaa iss se pehle wo suddenly apni nighty ko upar uthake mere muhn par baith gai,panty nehin pehni thi sayad niche utarke aai ho, aur gaand ko hilane lagii jor jor se. (mera pair stairs ki taraf the n jhimididi stairs ki taraf muhn karke baithi thi mere muhn par))

Mera muhn uski dono chutard ke bich me thaa, usne gaand ko bahot jor se niche daba ke rakhi thiiiii aur mera pant ke upar se mere lund ko pakdi n use muhn par rakh ke daant se kaatne lagii, n gaand ko upar niche karti rahii jese mere muhn ko wo chod rahi ho.

Main to pagal ho gayaaa thaaa me dono hath se didi ki kamar ko pakdaa thaa aur jiv upr karke chat taa thaa n uski kamar pakad kar side se side kiyaa taaki uski chut se leke gaand taak sabko chaaat sakunnn.

Didi- khaaa jaa meri gaand, bol rahaa thaa naa khane kliye ab khaaa,, ahhhhh uuiiiiihhh gaand hilati rahi upar se,

Main – majaaa aaa rahi haii didi aaahhhh iiiimmmmm uuummmmm mera lund ko jo pant ke upar se kaat rahi thi kyun band ki?? Ye kahani aap desi kahani dot net par padh rhe hai.

Jhimididi – gaand ko jor jor se upar niche karte karte kaha, pagal me dekh rahaa hun idhar udhar, tu chat taa reh me dekh raha hun keh ke meraa pet se hath leke elastic half pant ke niche li aur chadi ke andar hath dalne ki kosis ki, bahot tight thaa wo isliye wo gusaa ho ke kehne lagi.

Jhimididi – kal se agar tu chadi pehnaa to tera lund khaa jaungaa puraa saaleee,

Main ek hat niche leke didi ki hath (jo half pant ke niche n chadi ke upar thi) use chadi ke andar gussa diaa,

Jhimididi – tera to badhtaa jaa rahaa hai ree., saalaa me tujhse nehin chudwaungi, mujhe maar dega tu,

Main- (chut ko chat rahaa hun n kaat raha hun chut ki do sepdo ko) tere liye hi to paal pos ke badaa kiya hai, sirf tu, tujhe khush karne kliye mehnat karke badaa kiya hun n tu ese bol rahi hai,

Jhimididi – are mere raja ye sab nakhre hain ladkion ki tu samjh jaegaa dhire dhireee.

Main- didi aaj sayad jyada samay kliye kuchh ho raha hai,

Jhimididi -haan.

Main- chodunga me ise didi (chut ko kaat liyaa bol keee)

Jhimididi – sayad humare ghar me ye nehi ho payegaa. Koi naa koi to aa hi jaataa hai( humare ghar ko gaali deti hai)

Main- haan didi. Par mujhe teri ideas par varosaa hai. Tu sochegi to kuchh ho paegaa

Jhimididi -lund maslti rahii jor jor se, upar niche karti rahi n gaand ko upar utha kar jor jor se niche mere muhn par fekaa.

Main- aaaaaaaaa mar jaungaa didii,

(didi stairs ki tarah muhn kar ke dekh rahi thi n ye sab kar rahi thi)

Jhimididi -tu mar jaa par tera ye naa mare(( lund ko ragadte hue boli)

Didi muhn se uthke khisake pet se leke lund ke upar baithi pant ke upar se hi, uski nighty fulon ki tarah mere upar thi n uski nangi gaand mere pant ke upar thi, mera lund ko usne pura sidha sulaa diya thaa chadi me.

Fir usne esi baithi jaise mera lund( pant ke andar thi avi v) uski dono chutardon ke bich me n usne niche mat par hath rakh ke support li n gaand ko aag pichhe ki. Jor jor seee,siskariyan naa bharne kliye apni muhn par dusri hath rakhi thi. N aankh ghumaa rahi thi chharo or. Mera lund pehle se hi thodi gili ho chuki thiiii,

Didi speed badhaai n gaand ko upar niche karke kavi ghodi ke tarh hoti thi to kavi aage pichhe paglon ki tarah ho rahi thi wo, mera pet par padaa didi ki nighty ki pichhli hisaa ko upar karke didi ki gaand dekhne lagii, me to asmaan me thaa, lund to paani chhod chukaa thaa didi ki baithte kuchh hi time baad par didi avi paani chhodne wali thi to usne kahaa,

Jhimididi – piegaa?

Maine kuchh kehte hi usne mere muhn par baith ke paani chhod diii saraaa, me usee chat taa rahaa pehle ajeeb saa taste thaa par saara pi gayaa. Didi uth ke apni nighty se meraa muhn saaf kiyaa n paas baith gai mat par, me haath leke uski boobs ko press kartaa raha nighty ke upar.

Jhimididi – aaj teraa swarup chacha nehin hai kya?

Main- kyun??

Jhimididi – wo to humesa rehtaa hai naa chhat par.

Main- wo kahin gaye hue hain.

Fir didi uthi n thodaa aage jaake dekhi n boli.

Jhimididi – chal ab nicheee jaate hain.

Main- kahan.

Jhimididi – chal me leke jaata hun, yahan khule asman ke niche me teraa chus nehin sakaa, paas aake dhire se boli fir stairs ki taraf gayi.

Jhimididi – tu yahin par ruk. Me message karungaa kaahan aana hai, ek sath nehin jaenge.

Main – okayyyyy didiii,

Main upar wait karne lagaa message ko.

(( message ::aaajaa saaleee teraa khaungaa lunddd, humare room me aa((wo jahan soti thi)))))

Uske room me andhera thi main enter karte hi usne pant ke upar se lund pakad kar jor se khinch lia andar.

Jhimididi -humlog yahin rahenge( door ke entry par thodaa side hoke) tu dekhnaa baahar, najar rakhnaa, me chusungaa.

Main- okkay didi.

Jhimididi -ghutnon par baith gai n mera pant chadi ke andar haat daalke lund nikal diyaa baahar.

Khadaa lund ko binaa ruke apne muhn me leliii,chusne lagi,mere gotion ko ek hath se pakad kar masal rahi thi n dusri haath mere kamar ko pakad rakhi thi, muhn ko pichhe mud ke main najar rakh rahaa thaa, mera hath leke wo apni head ke pichhe rakhi n lund ki taraf press ki, me samajh gayaa, muhn ko chodaa uski head pakad kar,

Mere pasinee jor jor se chhut rahe the, me bata nehin saktaa meraa kyaa haal tha us samay, me paglon ki tarah ho rahaa thaa, muhn khule the bilkul ( sounds ko dono jitnaa ho sake control kar rahe the)),

Me aur tez kiiyaa, jhimididi apni ek hath chut par rakh ke ungli kar rahi thiii n idhar jor jor se lund chus rahi thiii, .Me ek pair uski chut par rakhaa n pairon ki ek ungli uski ungli ke paas rakhi, dekh v rahaa thaa bahar, saare tv dekh rahe the,koi kitchen me thaa,

Main- didi me jhadne wala hunn

Jhimididi – chhod de mere muh par, meraa saaraa sperm piliii usneee chat chat kee,

Fir humlog separate hue, plans banaye kese kya kare jab me uski ghar jaungaa, next part me bataunga kese main use uski ghar par chodaa jab uski pati chalaa gayaa company ke kaam me, jarur bataiye kesi lagi meri didi ki chudai ki story, mera email id “[email protected]”.

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The list of Blouse types which are best with Silk sarees

Back neck blouse design– this blouse is traditionally designed with the shimmering heavy embroidery work on silk. It shows the combination of ethnicity and modernism. It is best blouse for Silk sarees for all type of family functions and festivals.

Contrast designer blouse- as it is saying old is gold. This blouse is the best example of old forms of blouse designs. With a deep pot neck it strews its old charm in this fashionable world.

Pattu border work blouse- the fashion of 90s came back with the new touch. Bewitching border work on the edge of blouse is something that adds uniqueness to the overall work of blouse. It is also good looking combination for Bridal.

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Patch work blouse- to get a contrast color combination with a saree, this blouse will make a perfect pair along with a path work or similar kind of embroidery work. It’s one of the appealing options women have to wear it with silk sarees.

Why women prefer Long sleeve blouse with Silk sarees?

Preferring a long/full sleeve blouse gives perfect and sophisticated look to a woman. This is the best blouse for silk sarees that it moreover holds up the dressing in this saree. With a simple-textured approach to stand collar appearance, it displays its different outer look. Silk sarees paired with full sleeve blouse is in addition that endows real beauty to women.

Blouses are the obligatory part of a saree, and to match with the silk sarees, there are lots of pretty blouse designs. Find appropriate blouse as per your choice of saree. There are many ceremonies and occasions will come that needs different kind of dressing each time. Silk saree has become uniquely pick for any traditional occasion in India as well as abroad; a lot of choices in blouse are also available with great artwork of designs. Talking about plentiful and gorgeous options in blouse, you will get many more varieties with stunning texture. Its different cuts, neckline patterns, lace-border work, motifs, and overall exterior embrace the ethnic as well as modish touch.

Whether it is about half sleeves or full sleeves, any kind of blouse for silk sarees has its own exquisiteness that overall enriches the entire look of silk sarees. Just go through a perfect material and embellishments to get the breathtaking look. Let women flaunt their classy façade alluringly in every juncture. You can also purchase good quality Blouses in wholesale price from Textile Market Place the Name is Textile Infomedia. You can also try Chiffon sarees check here what is Chiffon sarees?

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Guys wake up lily half saree reveal! I'm so glad i opened tumblr atm so i didn't miss it. The way ur posing gives those friendly, energetic and peppy mc vibes who stare in them otome games

Just droping by hope you're doing great n sry for being so inactive in flooding ur inbox

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no need to apologize cuz i've been inactive too due to burnout, i hope ur doing well nonnie <33

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