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starrywilliams · 4 months

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baby i’m yours - abby anderson

and i’ll be yours until the stars fall from the sky. yours until the rivers all run dry. in other words, until i die

fem reader x abby anderson

synopsis: abby anderson hates seeing her girlfriend upset, so decides to show you just how much you mean to her.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: bad writing ??, general non-apocalyptic au, smut w a tiny bit of plot, top abby, oral sex (r receiving), fingering, some pet names, overstimulation, slightly insecure reader, not proof read !!

notes: i was gonna send this into someone’s asks but i thought it easier just to write it myself. so if it’s bad , ummm pretend it isn’t. wanted to add abby fucking r with her strap too but decided against it… so lmk if u want a pt 2 or something !!

it all started at a party. the music was loud and you were just a little tipsy, abby the designated driver as usual. she was talking to one of her friends beside you, rambling on about something you’d lost track of a long time ago. you could hear she was getting slightly angry as the conversation progressed, so you grabbed her hand to calm her down, y’know? but she decided to pull away. leaving you stood there embarrassed and feeling extremely awkward.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay?” you mumbled seconds later, not staying long enough to hear her response: if there even was one. you cursed when you tried to open the door, finding it was locked. from the smoke filled air and bottle covered surfaces, everywhere felt crowded. more crowded than you deal with right now, so you made your way out onto the, thankfully empty, small terrace that would grant you refuge.

clearing your lungs with a deep inhale, sobering up slightly while looking out into the darkness. she’d dropped your hand. maybe it was the alcohol making you overthink it, but you weren’t THAT drunk. abby always let you hold her hand, she knew you got nervous at these things. so you couldn’t understand why she didn’t this time. was she angry at you? had you done something wrong without realising? this spiral would’ve continued if it hadn’t been for a voice behind you.

“baby, what are you doing out here?” abby asked, voice laced with a slightly worried tone, as she kneeled down in front you. “nothing.” you choked, trying to avoid the tears that had accumulated in your eyes. “thought you said you were going to the bathroom?” she said, putting a hand on your knee. “it was full.”

she pouted, looking you up and down with concern. “d’you wanna go? i won’t mind.” she smiled, pushing your hair behind your ear in an attempt to cheer you up. biting your lip, you nodded, standing up. you walked silently behind her to the car, not really wanting to talk.

abby opened the door for you and held your side as you got inside. you took a deep breath as she walked around to the driver’s seat, knowing she would have questions. she slipped in, putting on her seatbelt and starting the car. abby let the sound of the radio fill the car for a few moments, driving away from loud house out onto the dimly lit street.

after what felt like a lifetime of awkward silence, she turned the dial down. “so you gonna tell me what’s the matter?” she said softly, gripping the wheel tightly as she did. “it’s nothing.” you muttered before looking down to your fumbling hands. “it didn’t seem like nothing.”

“well, it was. okay?” you snapped; voice croaking as you finished. abby frowned, turning to you as you reached the red light. “have i done something?” her voice was low - accusatory - and her eyebrows were furrowed. you looked up to the green light, “go.” she huffed, sticking her tongue into her cheek before nodding to herself. “so i have.” she whispered. “abby-“ you started. “what did i do?”

“it was nothing, i’m just overreacting.” you rambled, quietly thankful you’d reached your street so you could get out of this seemingly tiny car. “no, i must’ve done something. so tell me.” she sounded calm, words slow and sure. but you knew she was the opposite. she parked outside your apartment building, having failed to answer her request, you quickly got out and rushed towards your door, her not far behind you. “i asked you what i did to make you upset. answer me, please.” you pushed the key into the lock, turning it and pressing down on the handle before finally answering. “you dropped my hand.”

“i- what?” abby replied, laughing softly. “knew you’d think i was being stupid.” you whispered, throwing your stuff onto the side as you walked towards the kitchen. “i don’t think you’re being stupid. just tell me when this happened.” you grabbed a glass, “before i said i was going to the bathroom, you were talking to whats-his-face when i tried to hold your hand and you let go like- immediately.” you went on, finishing as the water reached the top of the glass.

“no it wasn’t like that.” she shook her head as you faced her, your furious pout not seeming to approve of her response. “it sure seemed like it.” you hissed, pushing past her towards your bedroom. you could hear her footsteps heavy on the floor behind you. “no, baby stop. sweetheart listen to me.” you pushed the door open, settling the glass down on the nightstand. “okay talk.” you began to undress, wanting to just go to sleep already. you were fully sober now, and very tired.

“i didn’t mean to drop your hand, i was about to get an eyelash off your face- but you pulled away before i could!” you looked up to her, sighing with a mix of relief and adoration for the girl. “oh abs. i’m so dumb.” you said as you stood up. softly smiling, you wrapped your arms around her waist and leant your head against her chest. “you’re not stupid, okay- maybe a little.” she joked, kissing your forehead. “how about i make it up to you?” she whispered in your ear before pressing her hips against yours “yeah, good idea.” you mumbled, slightly breathless.

that’s how you found yourself laid back on the bed with her whispering sweet nothings against your skin. each kiss against your thighs was making your patience disappear more and she could tell. “you sound so pretty like that.” you looked down at her, meeting her darkened eyes. “so fucking desperate for me.” you caught a glimpse of a smile before her tongue delicately made its way through your folds. the noise you made when she reached your clit was borderline pornographic, let’s just hope your neighbors weren’t in tonight.

feeling her tongue swiping back and forth against your needy little clit, your hands reached to her scalp; pulling her hair softly as you pulled her closer. “hands off baby.” you groaned, having to use your hips to get her closer. “abby, fuck.” you whimpered, thighs suddenly tightening around her head. “mhm.” she hummed, looking up to you again. “look at me.” she said against your pussy, moving her head lower once you did. “those fucking eyes.” she mumbled before slowly pushing her tongue into your hole, smirking as she felt it pulse around her. she moved it around slowly, before pulling back out just to thrust it back in again.

then she stopped. deciding to now leaving soft, far too gentle kisses around your lips. close to where you needed, but ever so far. “please don’t stop.” you whispered, screwing your eyes closed as if that would hurry her up. perhaps it worked, as you instantly felt two fingers push roughly inside you. your hips bucked upwards, a loud whine rolling out of your throat. “look so good for me, taking it so well.” she cooed, using her other hand to spread your lips. “your clit’s so swollen baby, want me to take care of it?” abby asked, her hot breath against it making you go crazy. you nodded, not receiving anything in return.

“use your words baby, tell me what you want.” she spoke, slightly mockingly as she dragged out the final word. feeling her large fingers thrusting inside of you relentlessly, you were almost rendered speechless entirely. but you managed to stutter out a “please touch my fucking clit abby.” that had her immediately suckling on it like a starved woman. the added sensation had you quickly getting closer and closer, that knot in your stomach tightening more by the second.

“feel so tight around my fingers, pretty. gonna cum for me?” she said, instantly returning to her assault on your clit while her fingers pressed against that spot inside you that made you see stars. you made some kind of noise to tell her yes before the cord snapped and you were drowning in her. “that’s it, sound so fucking beautiful when you cum.” abby hummed, stretching out the beautiful as her fingers started thrusting even faster. your legs snapped together as you pulled away, but a hand pressed down firmly on your hip, keeping you locked in place.

“you can take it can’t you? i just want you to feel good baby.” she cooed, keeping her pace rapid. “it’s too much.” you cried out, feeling your twitchy clit sting at the continued pressure against your insides. “you can take it.” she said, whether it was to reassure you or simply an order, you didn’t know. but to be honest, you didn’t care. you were gonna take it whether it hurt or not.

“fuckfuckfuck-“ you whined, feeling that knot tighten back up again. but with her fingers fucking into you like that, it felt so, so much more overwhelming. your mind was just chanting abby on repeat, and perhaps your mouth was too - you were too out of it to know.

then it was like a fucking explosion inside you, limbs spasming around her as your mind went foggy. you gripped onto the bed for some kind of relief from the pleasure that was consuming your every cell, but eventually you were just fucking floating. abby pulled her fingers out at some point, before softly licking up the mess you’d made all over your thighs. she left to go and grab a warm cloth, wiping you down before cleaning her face.

abby pulled your underwear back up your legs gently, stroking your hips as she did so. “i’d never drop your hand.” she whispered. you smiled at her, eyes barely open. “maybe you should, if it’ll end like this.” you joked, eliciting a small laugh from her.

she may have never dropped your hand after that, but she did fuck you until you saw stars, that’s for sure.

#the last of us #tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby the last of us #abby anderson x reader #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader

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biibini · 4 months

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Could you possibly write something for modern mizu with a gf that bakes alot during the odd hours at night due to insomnia to past the time :^ due to this, mizu gets gifted a bunch of sweets and pastries

modern!mizu x baker!reader (request)

a/n: this is such a cute idea omg,,, personally im more of a cook over baker (my roomie bakes more than me) but i do like a good pastry. time to add my fav gif of mizu … isn’t she just so dreamy 😻

the first few times u stayed over, u were able to sleep in peace with mizu

surprisingly, ur insomnia didn’t keep u fully awake while ur gf was sleeping

feeling her warm arms wrap around ur body made u feel more secure as u started to slumber

u weren’t fully knocking out every night but it became easier to fall asleep and stay asleep for a good duration of the night

it felt so satisfying to finally sleep through most nights

as midterms became closer & closer, the quality of ur sleep began to decrease dramatically

most nights spent with mizu ended up into some

and then some nights became few

at first, u attempted to hide ur insomnia with using homework and projects as an excuse

initally, they weren’t excuses but u had played the card so much that it started to become one

It was a week and a half before midterms week, aka hell on earth. You and Mizu had just finished dinner, now relaxing on her bed. While she was busy on her phone, you were preparing to find the best way to fall asleep successfully. Staring into your laptop in front of you, you felt her get up from the bed.

She walked over to the bathroom and getting ready to go slumber. You on the other hand, are still mentally stuck on how well you will sleep tonight.

Having insomnia meant having many off days and nights. During high-school, it was more difficult to manage your sleep schedule due to the amount of extra-curricular activities and schoolwork you had to balance while growing up. You’ve found a few ways and simple tricks to fight against it.

One way that helped you calm down during high school was baking. A messy task, yes, but the end result was worth it. It had been a few years since it’s gotten this bad. Junior year was a while ago, and the thought of college during that time sent your stress levels through the roof.

Maybe bringing back baking wouldn’t be so bad…

“Hey baby?”

You snapped out of your empty stare and look up at Mizu.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to wash up soon? It’s past midnight and you have a 9 AM tomorrow.” she reminded. Mizu knew how grumpy you could be the next day if you stayed up too long.

“Yeah, um” you glance at your computer only to find a title slide on a history presentation, “I’ll sleep soon, I just want to finish my part of this project.”

Mizu nodded as she turned off every light except for the night next to you. You look up to her, a small smile growing on your face.

“M’kay,” she placed a hand on your cheek and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, “Just not too late.”

She moved to your lips, giving them a good night kiss.

“I’ll try.” You say as you reach for her face to share another good night kiss. You lower the brightness of your laptop as Mizu tucks herself in next to you.

An hour later, you end up finish your part of the presentation. You check your phone to let your group know about your completion. Putting it down, you read the time. 1:30 AM.

Fuck, you should really get some sleep for tomorrow’s lecture.

You slowly get out of bed, checking to make sure Mizu hasn’t waken up from your movement. All you hear is a turn to the other side away from you.

Whew.

You plug in your laptop quickly on the desk, making sure that all the lights in the apartment were closed. You gently tugged at the sheets, tucking yourself in as quietly as you could. As you started to close your eyes, you took a deep breath.

In. Out.

A grumble could be heard from Mizu, turning back towards you. You feel her hands try to find you, slowly grabbing what she could find. As she pulled you closer, you continued to relax your body.

Eyes closed, mind empty.

Yet, your mind does reach a thought. An anxious thought.

What if I wake up tired, like before?

You try to shake away the thought, enveloping yourself with Mizu’s presence. Forcing your eyes shut, you continue to take slow & deep breaths.

2:30 rolls in and you’re still stuck trying to fall asleep. Technically, you should be in dreamland right now instead of being awake. Your eyes are heavy but they not too heavy to completely close. Your body is still yet your mind keeps racing.

You trusted your old tricks would help you fall asleep. Hoping that they would work, your mind finally begins to clear up and rest.

as the days went by, it got progressively worse and worse

it went to the point where u were just always up, maybe spare an hour or two for a nap, and then the nightly attempt to fall asleep next to mizu

ur aware of what was happening yet ur mind wouldn’t stop running at full speed

u wish ur mind would just shut off

and if it wasn’t ur mind staying awake for once, it was ur body keeping u awake

it was so tiring to think ab peace night after night after night, hoping for a good nights sleep but to end up feeling drained and half awake once the sun rose

on nights where ur mind or body wouldn’t shut down, u ended up succumbing to ur old habits and took out the baking pan & sheets

u thought u could stay quiet like a few years before

on the other hand, mizu began to notice the slight changes in the house

whenever she would wake up for morning workouts, ur laptop would open and on ur lap

or the baking pan and whisks and mixing bowls would be dripping wet on the drying rack

once she found a new loaf of bread in the pantry, something was up

she figured u were just up cleaning late at night as a break from the late night homework grind

but with the random loaf, it didn’t quite fit the story she had in mind

one early morning, she heard a metal noise mid toilet and tiktok session in

(a/n: i’m guilty of doing that too sorry)

concerned, she went go check in the bedroom to find an empty bed

“Y/N?” she quietly called into the hallway.

God damnit.

You had accidentally banged the baking pan on the oven’s metal rack. You quickly slid the pan into the oven, hoping the croissants u had just prepped wouldn’t be seen. You peeked over your shoulder to see Mizu’s eyes half awake, trying to comprehend what she was seeing.

You quickly checked the time on the clock. No way it was already time for her workout.

5:30 AM.

“Morning, Mizu.” A weak smile spread on your face. You felt blood rushing to your cheeks, stemming from the embarrassment of getting caught in the act.

“I just went to the bathroom and heard a noise. What’s going on, Y/N?”

She looked down into the oven, spotting the croissants.

“Did you want a sweet treat that badly?” her voice questioning you and slightly concerned. She walked towards you and gently pressed your hand.

“No, it’s just that…”

“That?”

You took a deep breath as you glanced down at her hand grasping onto yours. You look up to her eyes, ready to tell the truth. Her blue eyes seemed more awake and ready to listen, almost glowing in the dark.

“I have insomnia.” You let the truth spill out. “It hasn’t been this bad since high school but coping with it has been a bit difficult these days. I’ve tried so many ways to shut my mind off but nothing’s working.”

“Aw, baby…”

“And the best way I managed it back when it was worse was baking. It helped me keep my mind off things and pass the time.” You took a step back to find your phone and put on a timer for 12 minutes.

“So here I am. Back to old habits.” You ended, sighing in relief. You weren’t sure of what Mizu’s reaction would be. A little part of you was frightened, anxiously waiting for her response.

You didn’t expect her next actions. She let go of your hand and headed toward the sink, calmly washing the bowls and other dishes that have collected over the night.

Stunned, you watched as she continued to wash up. You looked over to see her reaction only to find a calm face.

“Mizu?” you asked, still confused about her response.

She looked up, her hands still cleaning the mixing bowls you had used.

“Did you need help with anything else before I go to the gym? I know insomnia must be hard to cope with but if this is what helps you pass the time,” Mizu finishing the final bowl, placing it gently on the dishwasher rack. “I’d like to help out in any way I can.”

“No, I’m okay but thank you for cleaning up for me.” Coming up to her, you give her a kiss on the cheek. She smiles at you and nods.

“Anytime, hon.”

She takes a glance at the clock. 5:40 AM.

“I’m gonna get ready now. Let me know if you need anything or any ingredients.” She hurries into the bedroom, getting ready to change into gym clothes.

“Okayyy.” You say, checking your phone for the timer.

A thought comes to mind.

“Actually, there is one thing you can do.” You say, following her into the bedroom. Mizu, mid-tying her hair, paused and gave you her full attention. “You can be my little taste tester.”

She chuckled as she fixed her hair into a bun.

“I get first dibs? For lil ol’ me?”, she says playfully as she grabs one of her light zip-up jackets from the closet, completing her workout outfit.

You nod happily. “Mhm. You can even request a recipe or two.”

How enticing, Mizu thought.

if u were up during her workout days, she would always find a fresh batch of pastries sitting on the dining table

on days that her or ringo had classes, u would leave a little bag or container of pastries that they go bring to school

u would always leave a little love note with a little heart and a “To my Mizu”

mizu loved the little gifts, especially if they were at her request

one night, she asked for a peach cobbler pie

woke up the next morning to find a slice in a container and a sticky note atop reading “a request for my love ♥︎”

she placed the sticky note by her desk

and brought the slice to school with her

after her class she shared with akemi, they decided to get some late morning tea by the coffee shop nearby

mizu’s eyes widen after the first bite settled in

it was bomb

peaches were practically bursting in her mouth

she continued to eat, trying to contain the deliciousness of the pie

she would text u later ab how good it was

in full detail

many paragraphs

many positive critiques

and end with a thank you for ur baking ♥︎

#mizu x y/n #bes mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu headcanons #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu come home the kids miss you #anon ask #send anons #modern mizu

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miss-madness67 · 7 months

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Your Valentine (Dean)

This is how Dean Winchester shows you that he loves you.

To say that Dean Winchester is the love of your life is an understatement. You met him on a hunt a few years ago. At first, things didn’t hit off between you. It was an eventual romance that you never saw coming. Now, you’ve been together for more than a year. You are very happy in your relationship. Thus, the reason you aren’t answering his calls has nothing to do with the fact that you’re mad at him. Not at all. You want to talk to him, just not right now.

The last hunt was hard. You and the brothers were up against some demons. They were threatening the safety of a family, and you had to save them. During the hunt, that was all you could think about. One of your flaws, if you could call it that, it’s that you took very seriously your role as a hunter when it came to saving people. It always took you down when you couldn’t save someone. And sadly, that happened often. Today, it had been the youngest daughter of the family who you couldn’t save. Normally, you would need a hot shower and a warm meal to bring you back. It didn’t work this time. You had spent some time with the little girl before she was murdered. You liked her.

After the hunt was done, and you got to the bunker, you took the Impala and ran off. You drove for a few miles until you stopped by a greenery cliff. You’ve never been here before, but the sight makes you wish you had. Your phone has been ringing with Dean and Sam’s calls ever since. Well, mostly Dean. You briefly wonder if he’s angrier that you left or that you left with his car. As if hearing your thoughts, your cellphone vibrates. On the caller’s ID reads Dean. Along with it, the picture that you chose for him stares back at you. Eyes light green and mischievous smile. Maybe you should answer, you’ve been MIA for a few hours. You don’t want them to get worried.

You’ve barely clicked on the green button when he starts talking. “Hey, where are you? Why don’t you pick up?” Under normal circumstances, you would’ve told Dean to back off. But it was you who left without a word after a dangerous hunt.

“Calm down, I’m ok,” you respond. “I just needed some air.”

“I’m sorry, you had me worried,” Dean murmurs.

You sigh, “I’m sorry.” For a moment, no one says anything. You can feel that Dean wants to add something, yet he knows better than to talk to you about the people you lose. For you, it works better to acknowledge it and move on. Alone. You don’t like talking about it, you know you can’t save everyone. “I’ll return the Impala, sorry I didn’t ask.”

“Don’t worry, honey. Take your time.” Take your time? With his car? He must’ve been really worried.

“What is it, then?”

You know him too well. “Well, it just that… we had that reservation tonight. I was just wondering, do you still want to go? It’s ok if you don’t.”

Fuck, you completely forgot. You were going out with Dean after the hunt. Of course, you were, it’s Valentine’s! “Shit, I’m sorry -again-, with the hunt, I-”

“I know. As I said, I understand if you don’t want to go anymore. Why don’t we eat here instead?”

You really want to go out with Dean. It’s not every day that you get to do that with the life you have. “No, I’ll be there in fifteen. Then just give me half an hour to get ready.” Before he can answer, you hang up.

On the way back to the bunker, you try to go back to being yourself. You try to forget about the little girl. For the most part, you can, though she still lingers in the back of your mind. Just like the rest of the people you couldn’t save. As soon as you park, you head to your bedroom to get ready. The restaurant where you made the reservation isn’t that fancy. Nevertheless, you cannot show in jeans and flannel. You hope Dean has the decency to change too. You put on a nice purple dress and high heels. Furthermore, you do a quick make-up and decide to just brush your hair. If you had more time, maybe you could’ve done something prettier, but you’re running late. It’s been 40 of the 30 minutes you asked Dean. He’s used to you being a little late, but that doesn’t mean you have to make him wait too long.

“Hey, sorry that took me a bit. I’m ready. Are you…?” The question gets stuck in your throat once you look up.

There, in a nice suit, Dean Winchester awaits you. His clothes are cleaned and ironed, this is definitely not one of the suits he wears when he pretends to be FBI. Did he buy it for this date? His hair is styled back charmingly. The beard that he has been growing for a few days is well-groomed. You remember telling him you liked seeing him with a beard. Truth is, it turns you on. If he noticed your awestruck expression, he doesn’t mention it. Maybe because he’s too busy looking you up and down. His smile becomes appreciative.

He walks towards you and embraces you in his arms. “Well, I wouldn’t mind skipping to dessert.” You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. That’s one of the things you love about him. He makes you forget all of your worries. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

You peck his lips briefly. “I've been dreaming about this date for months. We rarely go out,” you look at him firmly, “we're doing this”.

“Alright, let’s go then.”

The restaurant where you go is not so far away from the bunker, so you make it in time before they give someone else the spot. Once settle, you order and wait for your dishes. In the meanwhile, Dean puts all of his efforts into making you forget about the hunt. Mostly, he succeeds.

“I really think Sammy is having a thing with that bartender,” he’s saying, “you saw the look he gave her the other day.” He’s referring to a pretty girl that works at a nearby bar. You’re certain Sam is not having a thing with her because she’s told you she’s lesbian.

“I don’t know, Dean. Sam doesn’t really seem like her type.” He gives you a puzzled look, “if she were, she wouldn’t have flirted with me the other day and told me that she likes girls.”

Now he’s just surprised. “You’ve never told me she hit on you.”

You shrug, “it wasn’t a big deal. She saw you kiss me after and back off.”

He thinks it over, “alright. But Sam definitely has someone, I bet you, when we get to the bunker tonight, he won’t be there.”

You laugh, “of course, he won’t. It’s Valentine’s, he wouldn’t want to be there with you being so loud.”

He pretends to be hurt. “Darlin’, if I remember correctly, it’s not me who’s the loud one.”

Shortly after, the waiter brings your food. A comfortable silence surrounds the table while you eat. Dean makes sure to tell you how beautiful you are every chance he gets. Moreover, he keeps the chat light and hunter-related free. Not only for the sake of whoever is listening, but also in favor of a peaceful, semi-normal date. Truth be told, you feel refreshed and a lot better. Maybe talking with Dean about losing people isn’t your thing, but being around him is.

You’re quite full when it’s time for dessert. Unsurprisingly, Dean orders pie. The pasty looks too good that you can’t help to steal some from his plate. He chastises you with an easy smile. Once it’s time for you to leave, he pays the bill and guides you to the Impala. He clearly is excited for what is to come, though he tries not to show it. It’s a no-brainer that Dean Winchester’s favorite part of Valentine’s is the sex.

Nevertheless, you have to hand it to him because he keeps his hands to himself during the car ride home. He kisses you briefly during a red light and that’s it. Dean Winchester is trying to be a patient good boy, maybe you’ll reward him for it.

“Sam?” Dean calls as soon as the bunker’s door closes behind you. When no one answers, he turns to you. “I told you he wouldn’t be here.”

You hum and take a step forward. If he’s not going to make the first move, then you will.

A/N: That is the PG13 part of the one-shot, if you wish to continue, click here.

#supernatural #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn fanfic #spn x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester smut #smut #dean fluff #valentines day

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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the walls are thin - ch5

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch5 | next [masterlist]

// overly attentive and completely different than you ever expected him to be ~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 7955 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter: oops, 18+ minors dni eventual smut, masturbation, incessant flirting (as always), msby besties, oh we're doing this already?, feelings are confusing but developing, drinking, frustrating a bit sorry abt that, she/her pronouns

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“i miss you,” he complains. you’d think you’d have gotten used to that phrase coming out of his mouth by now, but you can still feel your skin tingle. you roll your eyes nonetheless.

“it’s not even been a full day,” you retort.

he mulls over this for a minute before deciding that you’re wrong, “not true.”

“i think it is,” you say, “but even if it has been a full day, that’s kinda…,” you trail off, “pathetic?”

he laughs, the pang in your heart telling you that maybe it isn’t so pathetic to miss somebody after not seeing them for a few tens of hours. you smile at him, eyes moving away from his gaze after just a few seconds.

“i miss you too, maki,” you reciprocate.

“not so pathetic after all,” he points at you through the phone.

you purse your lips to the side, thoughtful, “no, still pathetic i think, just from both sides.”

“yea, fair,” he says, flipping over in his bed, lying on his side, messy hair against his pillow in a way that you’ve seen in person a few too many times. he called you this morning before the two of you had even gotten out of bed. “so, what did you even do last night without me?”

“well, i was planning on staying in and spending all weekend by myself,” you start, “but i actually went over to atsumu’s last night.”

“you? hung out with atsumu? on a friday night? what kinda things did you have to do for that to happen?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.

“nothing,” you sneer at him, “he’s the one that suggested it actually.”

“yea, and how did that go?” he asks, tiny tinge of jealousy hidden behind the sarcasm at the end of the sentence.

“weirdly good. i thought he might try to make a move or something, but we just kinda hung out,” you explain, maybe omitting the parts where you fell asleep on his chest and told him that you think about him all the time.

“and what are you up to tonight?” all of the questions that he keeps asking about your weekend are making you miss him even more, because the answer is nothing but you wish the answer was hanging out with maki.

you sigh dramatically, “well, you guys left me, so i’m having lunch with atsumu, but i’m on my own tonight. which isn’t bad actually, going to just spend some time alone, get caught up on assignments, whatever.”

“i’d probably be having more fun with you,” he admits.

“what? not going good over there?” you ask.

“no, it’s a blast. i’ve missed these guys and it’s been super fucking fun. last night, hajime convinced oikawa to jump in the lake with him and because oikawa was really drunk, he did it, but hajime didn’t jump with him and oikawa was really pissed. swear to god he almost drowned. it was really great,” maki laughs at the thought and then responds to your concerned look, “he didn’t drown, yn, calm down, it was funny.”

“and i’ve got to catch up with people that i haven’t seen since high school,” maki shrugs, pausing, “but i mean, they’re not you.”

you’re about to react, some form of i get that coming out of your mouth as there is a harsh knock on maki’s door. “come in,” maki answers.

from off screen, you hear oikawa mumble something. it’s quiet. you’re not sure you could’ve made it out if you hadn’t previously spent so much time with oikawa. “hajime wants to go to the diner to get food, get dressed.”

“alright, alright, i’m just gonna say bye to yn,” maki says, sitting up in his bed.

there’s a loud squeak of the mattress as oikawa jumps on the bed, you assume. “yn! how is everything back there? making it by without us?”

“it’s been one day, guys,” you groan, jokingly. “but it’s good. i’m good.”

“yn hung out with atsumu last night,” maki says. it sounds like a tattle.

oikawa tilts his head to the side, “last night?” he’s sporting a devious smile as he pounces on maki, both hands covering maki’s ears as he says hushed, “and how did it go?”

a blush rises to your cheeks at the whole spectacle. maki is trying to push oikawa off of him and oikawa, surely used to testing iwaizumi in the same ways, is able to hold his ground. “good, it went good!” you reply in a laugh.

“and? did anything happen?”

“no! stop it!” you say, watching as maki finally throws oikawa off of him.

“okay! okay!” oikawa has both of his hands up in defeat, sliding off of the bed and walking towards the door. “10 minutes, maki, we’re leaving in 10.” the door closes off screen.

maki shakes his head, slightly out of breath, “i gotta go, but i’ll talk to you later, okay? i’ll text you.”

you nod. “and i’ll see you sunday?” you ask.

he tilts his head, questioning, “it hasn’t even been a full day. kinda pathetic.”

“fine,” you say, calling his bluff.

“no! i’ll see you sunday, loser,” he says quickly, “god, let me make fun of you for being obsessed with me once in a while.”

you can’t stop smiling. “alright, alright. see you sunday, maki. can’t wait.”

“can’t wait,” he repeats and then hangs up.

< 11:21 pm < have a good day ♡

> maki ♡ / 11:21 pm > you too ♡

/++/

you’ve forgone yours and atsumu’s lawn blanket set up as per his request, which you weren’t really expecting. after the events of last night, you assumed he might want to have the space to be close to you. maybe not.

you didn’t ask questions, just chose a familiar picnic table and sat on the side that you knew you could watch atsumu approach from.

and you do, eyes on him as he walks towards you. he cuts through the lawn, deviating from the concrete path, throwing a smile your way when he recognizes that you’re watching him.

“yknow it’s almost getting too cold to keep sitting out here,” you say as he approaches, gesturing to your spot on the lawn. your spot. you cross your arms over one another, shivering slightly. fall is settling in, the semester more over than it is started.

he walks around to your side of the bench and sits beside you. you’re not sure if he’s doing this on purpose, making you feel this flustered. when he takes his jacket off, the same one that you met him in, the same one that was hanging on the back of his chair last night, and presents it in front of you, you know that he must be doing this on purpose.

“are you really giving me your jacket right now?” you ask, mind screaming at you to just grab it. “we’re not in a cheesy rom-com.”

“are ya cold or not?” he asks, extending it a bit further.

“yes,” you mutter, grabbing it from him and sliding it on. “thank you, tsumu.” you’re enveloped with him, soft fabric infused with his clean scent, and you’re not sure you’re going to give this back, so you hope it’s not that important to him. “it’s cute that your accent comes out when you’re short,” you point out.

“shuddup,” he says, shaking his head. you scooch over closer to him, legs pressed together. he throws his arm around your shoulder, picks at your lunch, and you’re very aware at how much of a couple you look like right now. it’s quiet, peaceful.

he breaks the silence with a sentence that you’re confused by how he thought it was a good idea, “don’t be mad.”

you immediately face him, expression contorted into confusion and maybe a bit of anger for no reason other than what else are you supposed to feel when someone prefaces with that?

he explains, “i’ve been thinking about what you said last night and-“

“TSUM TSUM!!”

you jump at the loud voice and nickname. you can’t locate the source so you swivel your head. you search for whoever is calling for atsumu while he continues to explain, “so maybe i told my friends that i think they could meet you and we were getting lunch today.”

“bo, come on, you said you’d be chill,” another voice, a different voice, says.

“and maybe they didn’t even let me explain, just said they would be there and maybe were a bit too enthusiastic about it?” he shrugs.

you spot the source now, the same buff man from the selfie smiling at you wide and waving excessively. you offer a small wave back.

“me? meet your friends?” you ask, shocked. you obviously were about to meet his friends. they were crossing the lawn as you spoke.

“i meant it last night, i just didn’t know you wanted to meet them,” atsumu says plainly. “and if it’s important to you, then it’s important to me.” ba-bump.

you nod, because you’re certain that if you tried to speak, your words would come out jumbled.

the two men take a seat across from you. the man with black and white hair beams, “it’s so great to meet you finally. we told him, said she’d probably love to meet us, but i think he’s just been embarrassed about us or something.”

“yn, this is bokuto,” atsumu introduces you.

“and i’m sakusa,” the man with black hair and curly hair says, introducing himself.

“it’s really great to meet you both,” you offer.

“hinata is going to be so sad he missed this,” bokuto says, “missing out on finally meeting the girl tsum tsum’s been talking about for weeeeeeks.”

“that’s enough,” atsumu says, shaking his head as he uses his free hand to shake it in front of bokuto.

“bo’s right,” sakusa reasons, “atsumu does talk about you a lot.”

“guys, see, this is exactly why i didn’t want you to meet her, god,” atsumu says, clearly embarrassed, not used to being on defense around you, not like this.

bokuto and sakusa are just smiling.

“she deserves to know,” sakusa reasons, gesturing towards you.

“yea, i deserve to know,” you speak up. there’s a prideful smile on sakusa’s face.

“never letting you guys interact again,” atsumu shakes his head, scrapes his fingers against your hip in a way that almost makes you jump. you can hear the lightness in his voice and when you turn to look at him, you can see the smallest warm smile.

“so how do you guys know tsumu?” you ask, nickname slipping out just on instinct.

neither of them tease you for it explicitly, but they do exchange a knowing look. if you were closer to them you could decipher the hidden meaning of she said it. she said the name.

“volleyball,” bokuto says, “we all met at volleyball. atsumu is our setter. but also now our best bud.”

“yknow, i don’t think i’ve actually ever asked anything about your volleyball stuff,” you say to atsumu, putting your hand on his knee. you’ve always just talked about it vaguely, no real details.

“but he's the volleyball guy,” sakusa smirks.

“no-,” atsumu says.

“yeah! that’s what that guy called you? right?” bokuto asks. atsumu is about to interrupt again, a last-ditch plea on his face, but bokuto doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore it, “maki.” your best friend’s name comes out of this stranger’s mouth in a mocking tone and oh my god atsumu talks shit about maki to his teammates/close friends.

there are a million ways you could react to this statement, stammering and stumbling over your words as you land on a sharp laugh. “i- you-,” you can’t stop laughing, “is that? does atsumu-.” you really can’t talk.

“what?!” atsumu asks as if he has any room to be the one questioning you.

“you just,” tears are forming at the corners of your eyes as you lean into his shoulder, forehead against his jacketless skin, “fuckin- it got to you that badly?” you turn your attention towards bokuto, “is that how he said it?”

bokuto, ever the betrayer of atsumu, nods his head.

“quit it,” atsumu says, less shocked and embarrassed now, your laughter infecting him. “that’s how he said it.” there’s a smile behind the words, soft laughter coming along with it. when you don’t stop laughing for another few seconds, and then a few more, atsumu wraps his arms around you, smothering him in his strong arms. “yer being ridiculous.”

you push away from him and in between your fits of simmering down laughter, subsiding for only a few seconds at a time before picking back up again, you catch the smile on sakusa’s face that says so clearly that you can tell without knowing him at all, so this is why he can’t stop talking about you.

once you’ve finally composed yourself, you turn to sakusa and bokuto, “and you guys play?”

“we both play outside hitter,” sakusa explains, looking like he’s about to elaborate a bit further, but atsumu interrupts.

“since i’m the setter, that means that i’m kinda like the brains of the operation.”

“oh, fuck off, miya,” sakusa says, rolling his eyes.

you laugh, “i know what a setter does.”

“how? we’ve never talked about it?”

“well, no, but i’ve seen maki play plenty of times,” you note, “oikawa’s a setter. maki and iwa play outside hitter. you didn’t know they played too?”

“oh my god, they’re both the volleyball guys,” sakusa comments, leaning back in his seat like he’s just had the biggest epiphany.

“fuck off, omi,” atsumu sneers and then turns his attention back to you, “you never told me.”

you put your hands up, “i don’t know! i guess it just never came up.”

bokuto reaches out his arm, grabbing your forearm excitedly. “well, one day you’ll have to come watch us play, yn,” he says, smiling brightly at you.

“i would really love that, actually. tsumu’s never invited me to one of his games before, so,” you say, shrugging. honestly, it had never been a thought on your mind before, a lot of things hadn’t been on your mind before, but now that you’re sitting here with his very fun friends, you really want to be a part of it all. a part of this side of his life, not the one that you’ve created and pulled him into, lunches and tiny meet ups and dragging him to the grocery store and having him babysit your plants, but whatever this is that’s making your chest feel so light.

“or let you meet us,” sakusa chimes in.

“yea, for good fuckin’ reason,” atsumu quips back.

“well, consider yourself officially invited to our next game,” bokuto nods, “here, give me your number and we can-.”

“no way,” atsumu interjects.

you’re already reaching into your bag, pulling out your phone, ready to punch in bokuto’s phone number.

“i really don’t need you guys to have more ways to talk shit about me,” atsumu says, but there’s no malice in the words.

“i wasn’t going to talk shit about you, tsum tsum,” bokuto rolls his eyes, offering out his hand for you to drop your phone into. atsumu is skeptical as he lets you give your phone over to bokuto. as soon as his fingers curl around the phone, bokuto finishes his thought, “but there are plenty of cute photos of you that i have that don’t seem very fair for yn not to have.”

atsumu lunges forward to grab the phone out of bokuto’s hand, but bokuto pulls it back quickly. “bokkun, i swear to god,” atsumu says, standing up as best he can while still being inside of the bench. bokuto is already two steps ahead, springing from his seat, nearly hitting sakusa as he does.

“watch it,” sakusa warns.

bokuto is gone, running away as he presses buttons on your phone. atsumu is much more careful on his side, makes sure to unravel from you before stepping out of his seat. “i’m not kidding!” despite the head start bokuto acquired, atsumu is already almost on his heels. bokuto is laughing, head thrown back as he messes with your phone.

sakusa takes this moment of chaos to talk to you directly. his voice pulls you out of this awestruck daze watching atsumu jump on bokuto’s back. “i can see why he talks about you all the time,” sakusa says lowly across the table as bokuto runs in circles with atsumu on his back as if he weighs nothing at all.

you’re feeling a bit more confident at this sentence, a bit more easily yourself, so you let it slip as you turn to face sakusa, joking as you say, “what? i’ve proven how cool i am in this tiny lunch?”

sakusa chuckles, breathy, before nodding affirmingly, “not exactly what i meant, but yes, that too.” he pauses, contemplating if the thing he’s about to say next is pushing a boundary, saying too much, figuring out how to phrase it before it actually comes out of his mouth. “i meant more that i understand why he talks about you all the time.”

you’re quiet, tilting your head curiously.

he doesn’t let you sit on your thoughts, finishes his sentence right as bokuto and atsumu are running back towards the table, “because he’s really into you.”

you don’t get to respond, interrupted by bokuto hiding on one side of you, finishing whatever he’s doing on his phone before thrusting the phone back into your hands. he sticks his tongue out at atsumu and atsumu narrows his eyes. “atsumu’s just worried that he’s going to fuck up at our game when you’re there.”

this is all so cute, the bantering and the things that bokuto is saying, but you have so many fucking questions. you want them to run back over there for hours so that you can have a long, in-depth conversation with sakusa about what exactly he fucking means.

you don’t want to seem unresponsive or like you can’t keep up, so you reply, “maybe i’ll bring maki along and he can show off like he always does.” you almost regret it, but sakusa and bokuto start laughing just like you were laughing earlier and bokuto is slamming his fist on the table and atsumu doesn’t look hurt at all, he looks amiable.

you turn your head towards atsumu, the laughter allowing you cover to speak just for him, “or i’ll just go and cheer you on. if you’ll have me there.” atsumu gives you a short, affectionate nod.

sakusa and bokuto leave about a half hour (that’s spent mostly making fun of atsumu the entire time) after that, saying that they’ll see you again soon, they’re sure, and waving as they leave. as soon as they’re out of earshot, atsumu lets out a huge breath.

“i told you,” he says, shaking his head, body finally relaxed in a way that makes you realized he was tense the entire time. “i told you that they were fucking weird.”

“they’re not weird, they’re sweet,” you say back. there is a certain peacefulness now that you assume only exists because of the huge absence of noise. it’s not better, just more familiar. you slot your fingers into atsumu’s, holding onto his forearm with your other hand.

“yea, if you’re not on the other side of all of their bullshit,” atsumu shakes his head.

“maybe if you didn’t talk about me so much,” you tease.

“don’t let it go to your head,” he says, lifting his arm that you don’t have a hold of and tapping on your forehead. you press your forehead into him, laughing.

the two of you sit together for another few hours, pulling work out of your bags that neither of you really focus on. you mostly spend the time cracking jokes at the other’s expense or for the other to laugh at and finding new ways to get tangled into each other on a picnic table bench until it’s time to leave.

“i’ll see you sometime tomorrow, yeah?” you ask, moving around school work and responsibilities and seeing maki in your head to make room for atsumu in your day.

he leans forward, presses the quickest, smallest kiss into the side of your cheek, “obviously.” as he leaves, the warmth stays, on your cheek and down your chest, through your fingers and toes. partially because of the kiss, sure, but mostly because of the hoodie he’s entrusted in your care.

/++/

you are both so excited for and dreading your night alone. you are excited because it’s been awhile since you’ve just had some time in your room by yourself. you are welcoming the extra time to catch up on assignments and take a shower and not do anything else that requires thinking.

you are, however, despite all of this, mostly filled with dread. saturday night is a staple miya atsumu hookup night. last week it was fine, the week before that, sure, whatever, but after last night, the thought of atsumu hooking up with some random girl that he found out at a party is bringing back a familiarly upset stomach. if you hadn’t had spent the night last night as you did, a taboo listening session might even have been in the stars tonight, would have been maybe really welcomed.

but now you’ve slept in his bed. you’ve been in his arms. you’ve been on the other side of the wall. there are memories attached to this vision of him now. when you close your eyes, you can see his room so clearly. if you had to think about them in his bed, the one that you felt safe cuddled next to him in, the one where he told you about all of his childhood friends, if you had to think of her on his pillow instead of you?

you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. you will have a great night all by yourself even if that means sleeping on the farside of your room and using your noise canceling headphones at full volume.

the later it gets into the night, the more antsy you’re getting. hours are ticking by and you have never been this productive in your life, assignment after assignment finished just to stop yourself from thinking for longer than a few seconds. you won’t have to worry about school work for the next few weeks.

it’s nearly 1 am by the time that you’ve finished all of the work that you possibly can, which, in hindsight, was such a horrible idea. finishing all of your work before the 1-3 am time of the night?

well, maybe if you’re just not in your room when he gets back, you can just put your headphones on and not have to think about it at all tonight. you grab a change of clothes, your towel, all of your bathroom essentials, and make your way to dorm showers at the other end of the hall.

your shower takes much longer than it should because you make sure that it does, but somewhere along the way you must have pissed someone off, something from your past must be coming back to haunt you because instead of timing it perfectly to miss him completely, you’ve timed it perfectly to catch him completely.

he’s all dressed up, hair perfectly done in a way that begs to be messed up, stupidly cute outfit, something plain but looks insanely good on him, enough cologne to fill the entire hallway, and, only when he sees you walking down the hallway, a huge smile on his face.

you feel extremely underdressed, walking up to him. partially on account of the fact that you are wearing a huge tshirt, underwear, and absolutely nothing else. you don’t know if he’s already been drinking, if he doesn’t notice, or if he doesn’t care, but his eyes follow down your body slowly.

every single moment in your life has happened because of a culmination of things; this is just a fact. everything that has happened in your life up until this moment has built up to this moment, that’s how living works. you knew this.

but god you wish you could see a chart, could zoom in on every single point that had a hand in this moment and alter them in some sort of way that wouldn’t have caused you to say what comes out of your mouth.

you look down at your phone screen, checking the time. “woah, you hung out with me on friday and no company tonight?” you ask as you step around him and in front of your door. why would you say that.

you know why, vaguely, not completely. you’re not completely sure why you chose to essentially divulge the biggest secret you’re harbored of your entire college career in one sentence, but you know that it had something to do with how flustered you were in that moment, how good atsumu looks in front of you, and maybe the fact that it’s all you’ve been able to think about tonight.

it slips out, really, no barrier of judgment. you guys have been friends for too long. the quips and the teasing come so naturally now that you can’t help it.

this is the first time that you’re admitting this to him. your heart is pounding as you wait for him to respond. he’s not responding quick enough. you hope that he just doesn’t clock it, doesn’t understand the implications of the joke.

he furrows his eyebrows together, stopping completely, “what?”

your body is burning. how do you backtrack from this. where do you go from here.

when you don’t answer immediately, his mind starts filling in the blanks, and he starts asking more questions, “company?”

“yea, like,” you clear your throat, shifting your towel under your arm, “y’know saturday nights and company.”

he turns to face you completely and you feel like this is your first time meeting him. you feel small, tiny, chest aching because of the violence of your heart. even more so when you see the embarrassment creeping onto his face. “how would you know if i have company?”

this is it. the fucking moment. it’s been over 4 months. the two of you have lived next to each other for nearly an entire semester. you went 2 months without even knowing him, 1 month with fixing all of your previously conceived notions, and this past month falling for him and it’s all about to go crashing down because of a stupid joke you’ve made.

“you weren’t exactly subtle about it,” you answer and you’re amazed at how your voice is actually audible.

a lot of things click for atsumu in that moment, you can see it on his face.

“you heard that?” he asks, quietly stunned.

“all of it,” you answer.

it’s quiet for a moment. you can’t even hear the hum of the lights or the beat of your own heart as you wait for his reaction to the admission.

“fuck,” atsumu says, palm smoothing over his face, “god, i can’t recover from that at all can i? holy shit.” he doesn’t ask why you didn’t tell him. he doesn’t look put off or uncomfortable. “holy shit. okay. well, fuck.”

you’re about to apologize when he shakes his head, fingers pushing through his hair. you can’t exactly read whatever emotion is there, maybe panic? you can’t get a good read because it’s gone soon thereafter.

“no,” he says slowly, “i don’t have company tonight. was going to go out and drink with some friends, but i left my ID in my room.” he gestures to the keys in his hand, knuckles white around them. “you still alone this weekend?”

you nod, not really knowing what to do, where to go from here still. he’s not being weird. he’s trying to resume conversation with you, but something feels off. you want to say, “yea, i said i’d be alone all weekend, don’t you listen?” but any joke that comes to you feels too harsh, too out of place, terrified that it’ll end up an admission of something else.

“do you want-,” he begins to ask, but you shake your head so hard that you’re convinced you shake water droplets out of your hair and onto him.

“no, no, are you kidding? i look like this,” you gesture down.

atsumu looks like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. fuck. you’ve really ruined things now.

“go out with your friends,” you say, nodding your head down to the elevators.

“we don’t have to go out,” atsumu adds.

“i’m not keeping you in on the weekend again,” you say, shifting your weight. “seriously, i’m okay alone tonight, you go on out.”

“do you want to drink?” he asks, persistent as always.

“tsumu, i told you, i’m not going out tonight,” you say. the nickname is muscle memory at this point and you’re glad that at least you have some sort of remnants of a few minutes ago.

“just, here, we can drink here,” he gestures to his dorm room. you feel like a fucking freshman again. “if you don’t want to drink, that’s cool. i just-” he hesitates. it looks more difficult than it ever has, but he steps towards you and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “it feels weird for the first time between us and i don’t think i can leave if you’re not feeling okay,” he finishes, overly attentive and completely different than you ever expected him to be, and you feel so horrible.

“tsumu-,” you start, but he isn’t having any of it.

“i’m serious.”

“one drink,” you say, “and then you go out with your friends.”

/++/

the thing about one drink is that nobody really has one drink.

or, rather, you do at first and then you have another because the guy that you’re really into is in front of you, telling joke after joke trying to make you feel better about your relationship because you’ve just admitted that you’ve heard him having sex all semester.

and unfortunately for you and your self-deprecation, the guy that you’re really into is really good at making you feel better, not just with jokes and compliments, but with soft touches and genuine smiles.

“i can’t believe you’re staying in with me when you look like that,” you say, shaking your head. you didn’t even have time to change, are still in the same post-shower outfit that you were before.

“come on, you look better than i do,” he says, shaking his head, taking a sip of his drink and gesturing to you with his cup.

you’re sitting on his floor because the bed was a bit much after the painful conversation you had in the hallway. he’s sitting in front of you, back against his desk, as he sets his drink on the floor beside him. you let yourself flush, accept his compliment if only to fasttrack back to how it felt between the two of you before.

the thing about more than one drink is that nobody really chooses a stopping point, not when the awkwardness has faded and the guy that you’re really into continues to stay the night with you. and definitely not when said guy has taken root next to you, pressed up against you completely.

“fuck,” he shakes his head out of nowhere. he doesn’t even give you an opportunity to ask what, just repeats himself, louder, “fuck.”

“what?” you ask, turning to look at him, but not moving a single inch away from him.

“i can’t believe you heard all of that,” he says, shaking his head against the side of the bed. he laughs lightly, unbelievably. “that’s really just so embarrassing.”

for the first time tonight, at the mere mention of it, you don’t want to crawl into your room and cry. you’re not sure what exactly it is (it’s the alcohol), but you laugh with him, light at first, and then growing until you’re shaking your head. it is actually kinda funny.

“it was funny at first, honestly,” you tell him, “i was like oh my god?? and then it progressively got, yknow, not as funny when i had morning classes and exams.”

“is that why we didn’t meet for the first two months of living next to each other?” he asks, turning his head to look at you. and he does, look at you, stares into your eyes with the amount of focus that someone as drunk as the two of you should not have been able to do.

“not really, more like a gift from god,” you say.

“hey,” he whines.

“yea, that night we met i was coming back from maki’s because i couldn’t take it anymore,” you admit to him. you can see the embarrassment settle in even heavier than before, a remorse coming alongside it. after all this time, you really didn’t mean for him to feel bad about it. “you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“i mean, that’s so- i can’t believe-,” he stammers. you’re not used to seeing him like this and you understand why he had to have at least one drink with you before going out, because right now atsumu is feeling exactly how you felt out in the hallway and all you want to do is fix that.

even if it is at your own expense.

“it’s fine, really, it’s fine,” you say, “it was funny at first, and then annoying, but i mean, eventually-” don’t you fucking dare “eventually it was good for me too.” stop fucking talking.

now he looks really confused and if you don’t explain no fucking stop he’s going to be even more weirded out.

“well, i just mean, like,” you shrug, “like eventually i started to enjoy it.” shut the fuck up.

he chooses his next words carefully, or as carefully as he can when the room is slightly moving. “like how?”

don’t say a fucking word. “like listening,” you admit. even in your drunken state, your stomach does flips.

his face still has tiny elements of confusion, but most of it morphs into something much needier than that. “to me?”

you nod, movements barely noticeable but they’re making your head spin. the air is still, room quiet save for both of your quickened breathing. then, the only thing you can see is his hand, moving so slowly that you assume he’s afraid he’ll scare you off. he reaches across you, cups your cheek and pulls you to face him. when you’re looking at him, he doesn’t move his hand.

he leans in towards you and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol in your body or the fact that an hour ago you were terrified that you would never be able to be in this room again, but you lean forward to meet him. he stops, just shy of your lips, talking so low that you can feel the vibrations against your lips. “and doing what?” he asks.

the whimper comes from your throat, lips tightly shut so it doesn’t have a chance to escape you. you lean forward further, pressing your forehead against his as his hand slides down your cheek to your jaw, fingers spanning your neck, curling softly so that his nails drag against your sensitive skin. you can feel it in your entire body.

he lowers his head, nudges your chin with his nose, pushing your head further into his hand, exposing your neck. “can i?” he asks, breath tickling as he speaks. you’re not sure if he realistically thought you would deny him right now of anything that he wanted, really. you nod softly, not wanting to break out of his grasp.

the first thing that you feel are his teeth, scraping against the softness of your neck. and then you feel his lips closing around the skin. you close your eyes, no point in keeping your eyes trained on the ceiling, anyway. atsumu licks a strip up your neck before moving down again. he uses his free hand to pull at the neckline of your shirt, exposing your collarbones. he wraps his lips around the bone, sucking repetitively until you’re positive that there’s purplish marks wherever he picks his head up from.

his moves his hand from your jaw, trust you to keep the position that he’s moved you into, and you do. he rewards you for this, both hands smoothing down your body, following your curves, digging into them as he pleases, latheing his tongue over the same spots on your neck and chest.

“tsumu,” you whine, not really sure for what, but just for more. his hands are on your thighs now, his fingernails pressing harshly into the fats of them before sliding upwards underneath the hem of your shirt. he can feel your skin in his hands now, can’t get enough of it as he moves his hands everywhere and anywhere he can.

when he gets to your chest, takes both of your perfectly soft tits into his hand, you hear him stifle a grunt. he moves one hand quickly, grabbing at your hip, sliding down from your waist, pulling you towards him, facing towards him so that he can feel you again, so that he can play with your tits better. his touch is harsher this time, more desperate, more purposeful as he goes straight for your tits, no longer ghosting over your skin, but aching for your heavy tits to be in his hands.

god, he can only imagine what they fucking look like all pretty and bouncing for him. fuck he needs to see them.

he pulls away from you, sits up from against the bed, moves in front of you. he’s on his knees, towering above you in your seated position. you’re looking up into his eyes, whimpers falling from your quivering lips. he cups your face again. you’re ready. you’re completely ready to recall every little thing that you have heard over the past month. you know atsumu, you know exactly what he likes, and you’re going to blow his fucking mind.

knock knock knock.

just before his lips can touch yours, there’s a pounding knock on his door.

“no fucking way,” atsumu says under his breath.

“miya atsumu, get your ass out here now or i’m breaking down the fucking door.” knock knock knock knock knock knock. it's almost scary until you hear laughter from the hallway, snickering at first and then boisterous.

“come on, i don’t even interrupt,” you say to atsumu, looking towards the door.

knock knock knock knock knock knock. “we know you’re in there.”

“they’re not going to leave it alone until i answer,” he says, defeated, “i have to answer and then- then i’ll be right back and-.”

“atsumu, you have 10 seconds and i’m gonna start ramming,” the voice says.

atsumu scurries up from the floor, walking quickly over to the door as you adjust yourself, smoothing out your oversized tshirt and patting your hair. “what?” he hisses as he cracks the door open. the person on the other side of the door pushes it open completely.

“we’re going out,” one voice says.

“another night,” atsumu says, the door already closing.

“i’m not leaving without you,” another voice replies, not pushing the door back open.

“and i’m not leaving,” atsumu says, and you can tell he’s getting impatient now.

from your spot on the floor, you recognize one of them as a guy from one of the photos. dark hair, carefree attitude. suna? you can’t remember exactly if you’ve gotten the name right. you’re surprised that you’ve even noticed the person at all. you don’t recognize any of the other two guys that are with him.

one of them, not suna, makes eye contact with you for the tiniest fraction of a second, “you literally have any other day to hookup with some chick.” you wonder if he thinks they’re being quiet. your cheeks burn. you want to be back in your room now.

“it’s not like that,” ba-bump, he says, trying to quiet them a bit or at least just bringing his own volume down.

“doesn’t matter,” one of them says.

“i didn’t want to spoil it, but,” suna says, “samu’s here.”

atsumu gets quiet for a second, really mulling over the weight of everything that’s happening, at the two sides that are pulling him in different directions. “samu’s here?”

“yeah, he was supposed to be here earlier, but his train got in super late and so he just got here and he wants to go out because it’s a saturday night. it was supposed to be a surprise or whatever, but you’re not listening to me, your best friend, and just leaving now. so that’s what you get,” suna spews.

“but i-,” atsumu says, instinctively looking back towards you. the look that you’re wearing almost makes him stay. “fuck.” he slams the door on the trio of guys and you are so grateful. you finally feel like you can breathe, can relax just the tiniest bit. he walks back over to you. “i’ve gotta-.”

you push yourself up from off of the ground, stumbling a little bit as atsumu helps you back onto your feet. “you don’t have to explain yourself, tsumu, go hang out with your friends.”

“if samu wasn’t here, i wouldn’t-.”

“i know,” you say. and it’s the truth. you 100% fully believe him with all of your heart.

“you could go out with us,” he offers.

you’re not sure that you could handle being referred to as some chick all night or atsumu’s side piece or looked at like you’d never be looked at again. you weren’t ready for a miya atsumu night out and definitely not when you’re already feeling it as much as you are. you shake your head. “you go and have fun, see your brother.”

he looks so torn, so frantic as he tries to think out the rest of his night, how to get drunk you back to your dorm without having to expose you to the people in the hallway. “i’m probably going to stay with rin and samu tonight anyway. do you want to just stay here and maybe,” he hesitates, the knocking starts again, “you can meet my brother in the morning?”

“really?” you ask.

knock knock knock knock. “it’s literally so getting so fucking late. hurry your ass up.”

atsumu helps you into his bed in not exactly the way he wanted to help you into bed tonight. “yes,” he answers, pulling the blankets over you, the softness of them so familiar. “and samu will love you and you will love him unfortunately.” atsumu reaches down and kisses your cheek. somehow it has you more flustered than anything that’s happened tonight. “tomorrow, okay?”

you nod.

he moves quickly after he’s noticed how content you are, throwing on his shoes, grabbing his ID from his desk, muttering under his breath things that you’re not sure are meant for you. fucking kidding me now? gonna beat the shit out of him for fucking i can’t fucking.

“goodnight, yn,” he says, reaching for the door, but not opening until you’ve said it back.

“goodnight, tsumu.”

you hear a click of the door, your eyes closing softly. and then you hear the voices.

“you’re seriously leaving her in there?”

“guys- seriously,” atsumu says, trying to stop the questions about what was happening in the room before they showed up.

“why’re you leavin’ a one night stand in your-”

“i said it wasn’t fucking like that. leave it,” atsumu says through gritted teeth. you hear the lock click.

“no fucking way. that was fucking her wasnt it?” suna asks.

“stop, she can fucking hear you, the walls are thin,” atsumu snaps.

you listen for the footsteps as they get quieter and quieter until you can’t hear any at all. you know you should be tired. you are tired, but you’re also in atsumu’s bed all alone. your eyelids are heavy and your breathing is slow and-

you reach your hand down between your legs.

with the scenes that are playing in your mind, you’re almost sure you could make yourself come with one tiny finger. you spread your lips apart with two fingers, sliding your middle finger down your drenched slit. you push the tip of your finger against your hole, head tilting back messily into his pillow.

he barely did anything to you at all, felt you up and kissed your neck, and you are soaking wet. your mind won’t stop wandering at where the night could have taken you if you weren’t interrupted. how deep he would be inside of you right now if you hadn’t been interrupted. at that thought, you plunge your fingers inside of you, moaning at how good they feel, but they’re not enough.

you’re missing your dildo, your fingers can’t reach deep enough, not even as you shove another finger in and circle your hips on them. you make the mistake of kneading at your tit, but it only leaves you missing the feeling of his huge hands grabbing at them. you’re feeling so fucking needy. it’s not enough that you’re doing this in his bed, you need to be doing it for him. you roll your hips against your fingers.

your clit rubs against the rough texture of the blanket and you almost come on the spot. “fuck,” you say aloud. you take your other hand on the outside of the blanket and push the fabric in between your legs, circling your hips against it. “mm fuck, tsumu.”

the blanket feels so good against you. he’s slept underneath these blankets, has probably jacked off to the thought of you underneath these blankets “fuck!” you say louder. you know exactly how loud you’re being, but you also know that no one that you care about is around to hear them.

your hands search around the bed. you don’t have time to feel any regret. it feels so good, you’re chasing this high, so fucking close. your skin feels like it’s crawling, aching. you fucking need this. you throw the blanket off of you, take your panties off and throw them across the room somewhere that you’re sure you will regret when you have to get them in the morning, but you need to feel it completely against your swollen lips and pretty clit.

you take the pillow that’s underneath your head and shove it between your legs. you press down on the soft pillow as hard as you can to get as much friction as you can as you fuck your clit into fabric that smells so fucking much like atsumu. you’re drenched, sloppy against his pillow but you can’t stop. your fingers grip into the cushion, his name falling off of your tongue like an unheard prayer.

“please, so close, so close,” you say, thrusting your hips against the pillowcase faster. you’re going to come. you’re going to fucking come on the pillow that he’s going to sleep on. “oh my fucking god,” you cry and you let yourself go, flooding as you come against his pillow. you can feel the mess that you’ve made smearing against the textured fabric.you can’t move. your bones feel like they’ve been replaced with bricks, but you need to see it. you pull the pillow up, your eyes instantly drawn to the large wet spot right in the center. fuck. you throb, so painfully empty. “fuck,” you mutter to yourself and put the pillow back between your legs, “not enough.”

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gretavanlace · 1 year

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Poppins (part 5)

Josh/Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, slight angst, etc

Sleep doesn’t plan on dropping in to visit you tonight, that much is clear. Still, it doesn’t stop you from staring up at the ceiling, longing for it.

If you could just quiet the storm inside your head, if only for a moment or two, you might be able to drift away.

All hope is lost completely when your phone begins to vibrate on the night stand beside you. It crosses your mind to ignore it, but no one calls at this hour for no good reason.

With an exasperated sigh, you roll to your side and grab it up.

“Perfect.” You mutter upon seeing Jake’s name displayed on the screen. Yet another facet stepping up to complicate this shit show of a night even further.

“This better be good.” 3 am phone calls don’t lend themselves to a proper greeting in your book.

“Well, hello to you, too, pretty girl.” He laughs, clearly bright eyed and full of piss and vinegar.

“I’m sleeping, Jacob.” You huff, flopping onto your back once again.

He calls your bluff. Of course he does. “No you’re not. You sound wide awake, and I need someone to keep me company.”

“No pretty young thing to follow you home from your gig tonight?” You ask, though you certainly don’t actually want to know.

He makes a sound in the negative, and then adds, “But if I get really hard up, I can just pop my head out the door and flag down one of the hookers that are loitering around this shit hole of a motel.”

“That bad?”

“I’ll put it this way,” he breathes a wisp of a laugh, “If I were to look under the bed and find a dead body, I wouldn’t be shocked. Not even a little bit.”

“Yikes.” You genuinely feel for him. Hotels and their germs freak you out as it is, you can’t fathom being expected to sleep in an establishment as fine as the one he’s describing.

“Make sure you check for bed bugs before you go to sleep.” It breaks your heart to think of him slumbering fitfully while tiny monsters feast away.

“You think I’m going anywhere near that bed?” He sounds offended, but you know better. “I’m sleeping in the fucking bathtub. I wish you were here, though.”

“So, you’d have me suffer through a night in hotel hell just so you’d have someone to keep you company? Narcissist.”

That halting laugh of his, the one you’re completely smitten with, makes an appearance, but his reply comes gently. “No. There’s just something about the thought of seeing something so beautiful surrounded by all this ugliness…I don’t know.”

That, you hadn’t expected.

He glosses over his honesty and begins telling you about the bar he’s playing. About how it used to be a speakeasy. How there are still scattered bullet holes in the walls from a raid. Al Capone once visited, he tells you animatedly, and broke a bartender's nose for speaking without respect…

On and on he prattles, and you let him, paying close attention to his every word. This isn’t your first time being ‘Jaked’ in the middle of the night.

And if you’re being honest, maybe your attentiveness has more to do with the fact that you miss him already. It’s good to hear his voice, that calming, soft rasp. His idiosyncratic tendencies - ‘you know’ as a place filler as he gathers his thoughts, interesting, suppose, it’s all so jake, and it makes you feel safe in the strangest way.

You ask questions in all the right places, not enough to interrupt, but just enough to encourage the stream of thoughts he has decided to share with you.

That is, until he catches on. “Are we whispering because it’s late, or because you’re at my brother’s?”

You pluck at the blanket thrown over you, chagrined. A child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “He was out of sorts with you gone, so I stayed. You know how he gets.”

“I get that way, too.” He points out softly. “Who babies me?”

You shrug, though he can’t see you “A girl in every port?”

“Would you stop with that?” He suddenly sounds sad, and it’s so unlike him you’re shocked into momentary silence.

It stretches on for a while, with you now staring at the wall as the tree outside lends the shadows of its leaves to dance and flutter in the night. And Jake, cooped up in some depressing, filthy room god knows where, breathing in stagnant air and mold spores.

He slices through it first, “Hey, poppins?”

“Hmm?” How easily can make your heart ache and pound without effort. They both can.

“Do you miss me?”

The hopefulness in his query makes you smile. He sounds almost…vulnerable?

“I do, Jake. I always miss you when you go away.”

A discreet hum of satisfaction is his only reply before the quiet returns. Then…

“Why are you at my brother’s, babe? Is this a ‘when the cats away the mice will play’ situation?”

Why is he always so calm and collected? Tipping his hand just enough to stoke the flames of your curiosity. And why is it so sexy?

“Are you the cat?” You ask softly, avoiding his actual question.

He sees your bet and raises the stakes “Are you two the mice?”

Still unwilling to hand over your secrets, you ask a question of your own. “What is this? You both really do get off on the competition of it all, don’t you? Is there a scorecard hidden away somewhere? Because I —“

“Hey,” he soothes, voice comforting like a warm, much loved quilt. “There’s no scorecard. We actually have a scoreboard. It lights up and everything. Cost a shit load.”

He successfully tugs a giggle out of you, plucking the thorn out of your side effortlessly. Seconds later, however, you’re right back where you started.

“Why, then? Sometimes I feel like I’m caught in sibling rivalry crossfire. Like I’m constantly ducking and dodging Kiszka bullets.”

“No such thing.” He’s trying his best to lighten things up. “We Kiszkas are noble and peaceful people.”

He desperately would like to be let off the hook… instead, you keep him dangling on the line. “I’m serious.”

At last, he gives in. “Alright, alright. The thing is, you can’t really blame us. Sometimes it’s unavoidable and that’s just science.”

“Science.” You repeat, unimpressed.

“Yes. Science. Identical twins, such as myself and my lesser half, share nearly indistinguishable brain wave patterns, and —“

“Jesus, do you two carry around some big book of twin factoids everywhere you go?”

Brushing your flippancy aside without comment, he continues on. “So, shared brain waves and 99.9% identical DNA means we view the world around us in much the same way. That’s why you hear those crazy stories about separated twins finding each other later only to discover they’ve been living parallel lives. Essentially, we’re the same person.”

“Is this where I come in?” You ask, trying hard to conceal the fascination hiding behind your nonchalance.

“Possibly.” In your mind's eye, you picture his fingers running over his lips in a gentle pinching motion. An endearing habit of his when he’s feeling contemplative. “But, sometimes I think it has very little to do with all of that. Sometimes I think it’s just you.”

“Me?’

“You’re the lighthouse, poppins…” his voice is soft and thoughtful. “And he and I are the ships. Question is, who will run ashore first?”

“Something happened between Josh and I tonight.” You confess. “And I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you. I just felt like you should know.”

“Doesn’t that make you think?” He questions, backing you into an invisible corner.

“Doesn’t what make me think?”

“The fact that you felt the need to tell me. It’s interesting, isn’t it?”

You’re not sure what to say to that, so you choose the easiest path and say nothing at all.

“Jealousy isn’t a character flaw I struggle with. Never has been.” You listen to the creaking groan of the likely cheap and worn chair he is repositioning himself in. “Territorial? I’ll own that, but almost never with Josh. So you have your fun, love. Get him out of your system. You and I both know which ship your light shines a little brighter for.”

He ends the call with little room for argument on your part. You consider calling him back to tell him he’s wrong (is he wrong?). Instead, you slip out of bed and pad down the hall towards Josh’s room, light and hushed on your feet.

Josh is dreaming of you. Lost in turquoise waters that lull him deeper and deeper, down down down. You’re everywhere. Your voice, echoing and purring with the delicate current. He is tangled in your silken hair. It glows in otherworldly shades of bioluminescent purple and he longs to touch it, but each lock dissolves into blinding glitter the moment he reaches for it. Closer to the floor of your sea he drifts, as your soft moans grow louder, accompanied by the alien mournful song of whales calling to one another, his unconscious world shifts…

Now you lie beneath him, twisted in wrinkled sheets, clinging to him as he rocks into you deeply. Your nails sting as they bite into and drag across his back and he hopes it burns forever. He likes it better here. Bathing in your ocean was bliss, but here he can touch your face. Here he can search your eyes for their secrets and taste your skin. He can hear the desire thrumming in your hummingbird heart. Here you are his.

He always thinks you’re beautiful, but like this, you are celestial. A supernova captured in his arms.

You call his name, but your eyes are cast over his shoulder. He knows without question who has come to dismantle his perfect world.

“Tell him to go.”

You shake your head languidly with a Mona Lisa smile, “I’d like him to stay.”

Squeezing around him just right, you run your fingertip down the bridge of his nose…

…and he startles awake with a curse.

His door isn’t closed, but merely pushed to…still, you lift a loose fist to knock lightly. A faint moan in the dark stops you.

It’s a tranquil sound, one you might expect to enjoy while caught up in slow and easy early morning sex. And while it isn’t overtly obscene, it steals the air from your lungs all the same.

He’s sleeping, your eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to know that, but he breathes another sigh into the air, and then…your name.

Can a sound be poetic? Can inflection be art? Because that is the only way to describe the way your name sounds on his tongue.

He’s dreaming…and whatever world he has faded into holds some version of you inside of it as well. What is going on inside that brilliant, beautiful mind of yours, Joshua?

This is wrong. You should go back to bed and pretend this never happened…but the angel on your shoulder has taken the night off, leaving the shameless devil in charge, plotting nefariously.

A harsh hiss of “Fuck!” bites out of him, startling you. He sounds frustrated and furious. He is awake, and very unhappy about it.

Standing still as a statue, you wonder ridiculously if he can hear the wild beat of your heart.

Knock now, you think. Pretend you’ve just arrived at his door. For the second time, you raise your hand to knock, and for the second time, you stop in your tracks when you see it.

His hand slips beneath the sheets as a shutter of pleasure ripples out of his chest. It’s no more than a strangled gasp, but your body explodes into heated pins and needles.

The drag of his fist against the linens keeps time with the airy moans he is panting into the night. It’s fucking intoxicating and you so badly want to go to him.

Instead, you back slowly away from the crack into the door, retreating further back in the hall. You’ll slink back to bed and it’ll be like this never even happened —

A floorboard creaks. An inanimate object groaning to tattle tale and shine a spotlight on your presence.

He stops instantly as you clamp your eyes shut tightly for a split second…if I can’t see you, you can’t see me mentality.

And while you pray with your whole soul to disappear like smoke in the air, he rises, tucks himself back into his sweats, and confidently closes the space between the two of you.

Before you can process, his fingers lace around your wrist and pull you into the room. Your body is pressed against the door, his breath warm on your neck as he reaches behind you to twist the lock.

A single finger traces along your cheek before tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Were you watching me?”

“I…” You stammer, guilty as sin. “I was just getting ready to knock and…”

His hand slides between your legs to tease his fingers over soaked cotton. “Oh,” he tilts his head, smug and pleased with his discovery. “Someone was enjoying the show. My sweet little thing has ruined her pretty panties.”

He finds your clit and presses against it, remaining still, taunting you with the delicious pressure of his touch. “Do you like to watch?”

You nod, the shame of being caught slowly seeping from your veins.

“Yeah?” He slips into your panties from the side and teases two fingers inside you, curling upward until your thighs are shaking. “You wanna watch me cum?”

A whine of desire trembles out of you, telling him all he needs to know.

His fucks his fingers into you just a hint faster. Building you up nice and easy, creating a heavenly push and pull that you never want to end. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’m far too in love with this soft little cunt of yours right now. Pink as cotton candy and just as sweet.”

Your hands are fisted into the shoulders of his worn out t shirt, steadying yourself as your hips rock to meet him.

“Jake called.” The words leave you as barely a whisper.

“Did he?” There is a conversational edge to his cadence. As though you might be discussing the weather while you clench and drip into the palm of his hand. “Missing you already?”

“I don’t know, he— oh, fuck…right there.”

“Right there?” You catch a glimpse of the cocky smirk playing over his lips in the dark. “I'll touch you right there, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and let me.”

Your back arches away from the door to bring your body nearer to his. You want him pressed against you, skin to skin. You want to melt into him and live there forever, surrounded by his warm light.

“You look so fucking pretty in this light.” The moon is filtering in through the window, cool and blue. You think of winter, and he mirrors your thoughts. “Like a snow angel.”

Your hand delves beneath his waistband of his tattered sweats. A chill races up his spine when you wrap your soft hand around him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you want…good girl.”

You coil and quiver around his fingers, giving yourself away.

“You like that?” He nips his perfect teeth into your bottom lip. “You want to be my good girl? A perfect princess to make my cock hard and my heart ache?’

Tightening your grip, you stroke him faster, earning a groan, long and low, deep within his chest as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge with just his hand.

“Josh, please,” the air feels charged, the way it does just before a vicious summer storm unleashes. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop,” he rocks into your hand a little faster to catch up with you. ‘Not until I have what’s mine. Let go for me. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”

With another practiced twist of his hand, he drags you under, free hand covering your mouth to quiet your cries, though he wishes he could let you scream until you were hoarse and spent.

He chases after you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own cries as he spills over your hand, tiny rivers of warmth that tickle your skin until your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling.

It’s peaceful for a stretch, but when the words come, you don’t swallow them down like maybe you should. You speak them into existence like maybe you shouldn’t.

“He says you’re in love with me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek, light as the softest feather. “I am.”

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tadpolesonalgae · 10 months

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Demon!Azriel x reader: Teeth and Talons - Part 4[*]

A/N: woah (don’t worry, he’s very mean in the next chapter)

Summary: Juice melting like raspberry pomegranate it’s so scary how my aura got him howling at my moon cycle, baby

Warnings: period sex, periods, blood?

-Part 3- -Part 5-

You wake at the feel of hands gently wrapping around your thighs, smoothly shifting your body into a downward position. You start, hands slamming down as you push yourself upright. Beneath you, the bed sighs, followed by a deep groan. No— no, that’s Azriel. “Go back to sleep,” he urges quietly, hands lifting to your hair, encouraging you to settle back down.

You blink, eyes growing accustomed to the dark, but you can feel well enough. Your thighs are spread over his lap—serving as a gentle reminder that he sleeps naked—hands resting on his fur dusted stomach, a sign he’s still partially transformed. “What…?” you breathe, moving to lift from his hips. There’s only a thin slip of silk between you, and you can feel the heat radiating off him.

“I said, go back to sleep,” he growls, fingers fisting in your hair as he brings your head to his chest. You try to shift, uncomfortable with how close you are to the dæmon. He growls again, louder this time. It seems you’re somehow quick to irritate him. “You fail my orders again and you will sleep on the floor, at the foot of the bed. Like those hounds your puerile kings keep.”

It’s enough to convince you to go with him, resting your head on the muscled planes of his chest. You want neither to jab him nor to drool while you sleep, so it takes a while.

“Do you usually put your hands on me when I’m unaware?” You manage, voice small and scared to his ears. “Sometimes,” he answers. When he feels you stiffen, he grins to the darkness. “When you’re about to roll of the edge,” he adds.

“I do not,” you insist quietly, ear pressed to hear the triple beat of pulses. The both of you are riddled with fatigue, desperately in need of sleep. “The next time you’re about to fall, I’ll let you.” Strangely, a smile lifts your lips. He feels the soft huff of air that indicates your amusement, and his hand settles more comfortably over your hair, free hand tucked beneath his head.

“Cruel as ever,” you slur in your half-awake state, his heart thumping regularly. He hums in response and you can feel it in his chest. You find you like the sound. You wonder what it would be like to be this close to him when he purrs. You’ve only really ever heard him do it once, and you try not to think back to how he acted in the bathhouse, lest he sense your thoughts and get the wrong impression.

Still…

You wonder what it would sound like if he laughed, but you quickly dismiss the thought. The dæmon’s probably never smiled genuinely a day in his life.

Instead of making you chuckle, you feel vaguely sad.

What was life without laughter?

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You wake to thin threads of sunlight spearing through the black out curtains, one beaming directly into your eye. You groan softly, lifting slightly to turn your head but you hiss. You can feel the jarring sting of pain in your lower belly, as if someone has strung out your abdominals and begun plucking at them. Shit.

Fisting your hands, you stiffly roll off the male, getting to the edge of the bed. You need to find something to line your underwear with. Maybe some perfume too. You didn’t want to take any chances, not with the dæmon’s preternatural sense of smell.

Another wave of cramping seizes you and you lean heavily on the chest that contains your clothes. You pant, trying to haul in deep breaths to calm yourself. You swallow. Inside the chest isn’t anything helpful, though you don’t really know what you’re looking for. A scarf that would be easy to fold?

Your breaths are becoming more ragged by the second, and you drop to a crouch, pressing your thighs together. Fuck. Any second, and you’ll start bleeding. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you need to find something, quickly.

“Looking for something?” His displeasure is clear, and you can practically hear the downward twist of his lips. You try to turn, but you can’t. Just focus on breathing. Breathe, and then you can move. You haul in a steady breath, holding it, then releasing it. A soft snarl sounds from just behind you, and you startle, tumbling over from your unstable crouch. Pain stings through your thighs, lancing up your back as you curl into a ball, hands pressing to your lower abdomen.

“Come back to bed or I’ll drag you back.”

When you don’t manage a reply, his canines latch into the nape of your night clothes, moving to pull you backward. You gasp at the feeling, his breath sending shivers spider-walking down your spine. In the back of your mind, you think you manage to move a hand in poor attempts to bat him away, but then you feel the ground sliding out beneath you.

“Azriel!” You hiss through your gritted teeth, muscles going taut in your body with tension. He stops, and you hear him sniff. Your stomach rises to your throat but you shove it back down, managing to scuttle away from him a little when his jaws releases you. Shuffling back—trying not to use the muscles in your lower stomach or thighs—you prop yourself against the chest. Heavy pants blow from your lips and already you feel exhausted.

He watches you silently, then prowls forward on his silent paws. You tense as he draws closer, squeezing your legs together as you turn slightly, hiding away from him. He sniffs again when he’s beside you, and his brow narrows. One hand lands on your knee, and it’s so warm, so delightfully heated. The tightness in your muscles relax, melting beneath him as he demandingly pushes your legs apart.

Pure mortification flushes your cheeks as he presses his head between your legs—more specifically, onto your abdomen—scenting you. Your fingers thread through his hair, attempting weakly to push him away. You make a few tries at lifting your legs to kick against his shoulders but your body is already so drained. You exhale heavily at the effort it’s already taken to get this far.

“Azriel…” you manage, shakily, still trying to push him away. His head lifts, and you’re staring at charcoal black. Black as pitch. No hazel to be found. “I’m sorry…” you breathe, so viscerally scared that your pain is momentarily forgotten. Your arms clutch tighter, your whole body going taut with fear as he gazes down at you. His shadows build at your back, and you try not to flinch as they flick softly at your skin, whispering over the uncovered areas.

He shifts, prowling around your body, then his arms hook beneath your legs and under your shoulders, lifting you smoothly into the air. You take a sharp intake of breath at the movement, hands clutching your abdomen. The shadows again brush at your skin, flicking at your cheeks and neck. You squirm at the feeling but stop when he crawls onto the bed, setting you down near the middle.

The male pulls away, and you start as strips of linen appear at your side. Thick ones. He stands at the edge of the bed, arms folded as he watches you. You don’t move, too scared and confused. His eyes flick from the linen, to you, commanding. Your skin heats, “you’re not going to look away?”

His lip curls, “put them on.” Another twinge of pain strings through your abdomen as you curl over yourself. “I already know what you look like. Why are you hesitating?” The pads of your fingers press into your skin as you bite back a whine at the prickling feeling beneath your skin. You fail fairly badly, a whimper coming from your lips as you feel the weakness in your body increasing.

The bed dips and you want to crawl away as he prowls closer, in that vaguely humanoid form of his, fur dusting his body while talons protrude from his finger tips. “What are you doing?” You pant softly, trying to lean away from him as he slots himself between your legs, in that entitled way of his. A dull throb of heat eases the pain at the action and you grit your teeth.

“You need the linen to soak up the blood.”

You still entirely, mouth parted, eyelids stuck to your skull as you stare up at him in mortification. “W—…What did you say?” You manage, hardly a whisper. His brow narrows in displeasure, “human hearing isn’t that bad.”

“No…I know…but, repeat it. Please?” You breathe, trying to understand what he’s said because there was no way you’d heard correctly. Irritation shines in the blackness of his eyes, “you’re on your moon’s blood.”

No—you’d heard right.

“That’s not— You can’t—…” you stare up at him, bewildered. You lick your lips that have gone dry, “you can’t talk about it.” This time he scowls, “is this another one of your foolish human customs? You’re going to bleed all over yourself. Move.” Your face feels like it’s been set aflame, leaving you petrified. “Are you somehow incapacitated?” He growls, and despite the obvious taunt, there’s an underlying tone of serious question.

When you remain in stunned silence, his talons snap in, leaving the tips of his finger bare as they hook beneath your underwear. You suck in a breath, struggling with the little leeway you have before pain stings your insides. “What are you doing?” You breathe, attempting to wriggle out of his hold. “Azriel!” You scream at him when he pulls your underwear from your hips gently, placing folded linen inside. You try to snap your legs shut but his shadows keep them just enough apart. Then you try to kick him but again his shadows lock you in place.

You want to smack him.

His brow narrows, and you swear you might reach the grave when his shadows push your legs wider. His thumbs land either side of your heat, softly spreading the skin. Your jaw drops as you watch him peer between your legs with analytical curiosity—if it can be described as such. He looks up from between your thighs, “all this fuss and you aren’t even bleeding yet.” One of you has to die. You can’t live knowing he’s seen you like that. Changed you like a child.

Embarrassment heats your features. “Do dæmon women not experience pain before…bleeding?” You stammer the last word, hardly even breathing it from shame. “Females.” He corrects, staring you down. “Your kind is the only one that rejects the terms. And no, they do not cramp before bleeding.”

“Okay…” you manage, weakly, “some of my kinds women do.” His nostrils flare, eyes flicking to yours. “You’re starting.”

You jolt, raising your hips and hurriedly pulling your underwear up hastily, finally concealing yourself from him. Another wave of cramps over take you, and you still, relaxing your lower body as you grit your teeth. Your hand presses over your abdomen as you wince, eyes squeezing shut.

Azriel watches you through glazed eyes. He can practically scent all the changes in your body. When you bite your lip again, nearly hard enough to draw blood, he grips your thighs, gently spreading them. You hiss as he moves your legs to his pleasure, feeling as he settles between them. You crack your eyes open, wide enough to look at him. “What—…are you doing?” You manage, breathing softly.

Your breath hitches as he places his large hand over your covered heat, warmth spilling over in your lower stomach pleasantly. Your eyes flutter momentarily at the comforting hotness, muscles melting beneath his touch. “You’re hurting.” He states, and you freeze as his mouth meets your inner thigh, eyes snapping open. Your gazes latch onto one another, and you feel as though you can’t breathe as he moves closer to your cunt.

Dæmon saliva possesses healing properties.

You try to quickly push away from him but his shadows are snuggly wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place. “Azriel…” you breathe, beginning to panic when his fingers hook beneath the fabric clinging to your hips. He begins to pull them away, but you press your ass down into the bed, refusing to let him strip you down.

The male shifts, growing in size, features sharpening into a more beastly form, power thrumming beneath his fur covered skin. Those talons tap gently at your waist, over your stomach, waiting impatiently. “What do you think you’re doing?” You pant, the heat of arousal softening the aching cramps.

His lip pulls back from his teeth in a quiet snarl. “Relieving your pain.” His tongue unfurls from his mouth, lapping over your stomach, moving lower until it’s over your abdomen, meeting the offending line of fabric. “Azriel do not,” you snap pleadingly. He stops, eyes narrowing as they flick to you. “You enjoy the pain?” He asks, sincerely, watching as your cheeks heat.

Hesitantly, you shake your head. “No…but I don’t want you to—…do that…” His brow quirks, shifting back in the blink of an eye as he prowls up your body, caging you in. His lifts lift in a taunting grin at the edges, “do what?” You grit your teeth at his antics.

“…What you did in the bathhouse…” you manage, eyes flickering away from his. He smirks, “you liked what I did in the bathhouse. Very much.” Heat encompasses your body, setting you alight with embarrassment. “That was different.” You flush under his gaze.

He stares you down for a while, and you’re about to look away when he speaks. “It goes against my instincts to let you be in pain when I can solve it.” You swallow, warmth spreading across your chest at his admission, “I’m not your responsibility…in that way. I’ve had many before and I will be perfectly fine once the week ends.” His lips curl back from his teeth in a snarl, “a week?” You nod, tensing at the response.

A growl rumbles in his chest, so deep you can feel it from beneath him. His talons slice into the sheets as his fingers tighten in the material. “You’re a pain to take care of,” he practically spits, the talons zipping back into his knuckles. You fight against the instinct to lower your head in shame, but instead your attention is caught as he raises his fingers to his mouth. You still as his tongue laps over his middle and forth finger, absolutely coating them in saliva.

Hot humiliation burns through you at the feelings the image drags from you, the distinct soothe of arousal softening the edge of pain. “Open your legs.” He drawls. You shake your head adamantly. His brow narrows, “I’m being very generous and finding a way to work around your absurd belief in human dignity, now shut up and open your damned legs.” He growls.

Tears spring at the edges of your eyes, squeezing your thighs shut tighter. You don’t need him being so harsh at the moment, it’s too much to deal with. Azriel watches, irritated, as you refuse his help. Do you not understand it will relieve your pain? Foolish woman.

His shadows curl at his back, whispering into his ear, bringing memories from the bathhouse. At first, he tries to bat them away, he doesn’t need to be aroused right now, it will cloud his judgement. But then they bring him images of how your arms had wrapped over his shoulders, thighs hugging his hips tightly. They bring him the gentle press of your lips in his hair, relentless and soft, as if you needed to complete the actions for some reason. He’d chalked it up to being another strange human custom he was neither interested in, nor cared for.

But he looks down at you, tears brimming at the edges of your gaze, about ready to spill. Yes. They whisper. Copy. Reciprocate. Reluctantly, he lowers to be closer to you, hands bracing either side of your head as you move to wipe away the salty water. He clasps your wrist, pulling it away as his lips press against your cheek. His shadows replay the memory: the marks started with a firm press, the gradually lightened, fading to a quiet whisper, an erotic imitation of their previous glory. So he copies.

Your heart stutters as he presses harsh kisses to your cheek, softening when he brushes his mouth over your eyelids, tongue flicking over your damp lashes. His lips press over your brow, your nose, the corner of your own mouth, capturing your lower lip with his teeth as he tugs. He senses progress as you become pliable beneath his hands, your arms again sliding over his shoulders as you pull him closer. You raise to him, kissing him back, desperate for a soft touch from the male.

He calms more at the familiarity. He knows how to kiss your mouth. His canines nip, tongue shoving into your mouth as he tastes you, remembering how you keened for more the last time he did this. Yet you whimper, fingers tugging at the thick strands of his hair. Slower. His shadows whisper. He nearly growls, but manages to swallow it down, forcing himself to gentle. Wait. They instruct. For what? He wants to snarl, but he pulls out of your mouth anyway, resorting to slanting his lips over your own.

Your hold lessens, hand sliding to the nape of his neck, one arm wrapping over his shoulder while the other cups his jaw. He could groan with relief when your tongue flicks out, so small and gentle compared to his slash of teeth. Reciprocate. The shadows chant, and he presses against you. He makes the mistake of scenting you, and nearly bites down on you when he catches the strength of your arousal. He loses control momentarily, canines catching on your tongue, making you whimper.

But instead of pulling away, your thighs part, curling around his hips; he nearly loses his mind when you put the blunt edge of your teeth over his lip, copying the way he tugged at yours to the best of your ability. His eyes nearly roll.

Azriel takes a chance—something he’s unaccustomed to—and rolls his hips gently between your thighs. You moan into his mouth, thighs tightening. He pulls away, before he loses control on your body, and his. A strand of saliva connects your mouths, your cheeks warm from the intimacy. His gaze latches on your half-lidded one, your pupils blown out in a way that emphasises your harmlessness. His muscles lock in place however, as you lean upward, tongue flicking over his lower lip to catch the silvery thread of saliva.

Try again. His shadows urge. Try again.

He shifts, one hand cupping your jaw like you had, thumb brushing beneath the coarse flutter of your lashes. He watches, enthralled, as you lean into his warmth, pressing your cheek into the inward curve of his palm, slotting perfectly against one another as you preen. “You’re my female,” he breathes, and he’s surprised by how rough his voice sounds against the softness of your pants. “My human Woman,” he corrects gently. “So let me take care of you.”

You swallow, and he marks the roll of your throat absently, thoughts trailing away to less wholesome things. Your lips part, and he can feel your uncertainty. “Okay…” you breathe quietly. He stills. He hadn’t really expected you to comply. Huh. That’s all it takes? Just a few presses of his mouth and you’ll do as he asks? Good to know. He’ll be exploiting that later.

“Just…” you add, when he begins to move down your body. He looks up at you, and you feel the full weight of his attention. And maybe you bask in it for a moment or two, delight in the press of his eyes against your skin. “Please be gentle,” you murmur, heat warming your cheeks as you touch the pads of your fingers to your lips, replaying the warm kiss of his lips. He nods, moving lower, hands settling against the insides of your thighs.

“And…please don’t use your tongue.” His brow narrows. That’s how his saliva works. He needs to use his tongue. You sense his resistance, biting your lip. “…directly. Please…don’t use it directly. On me, I mean,” you mumble, fingers twining together over your abdomen. Compromise. His shadows whisper. Compromise. He thinks your requests over. ‘Directly…don’t use it directly.’ Okay, he can work around that. “Fine.”

He rewets his fingers, coating them in his healing saliva, before pulling your underwear to the side. He rubs his middle and forth finger slowly around your entrance, pushing in one set of knuckles at a time. Your back arches slightly, too scared to move as your body asks for fear of that pain. You’re tense with fear that it’ll hurt, that he’ll start getting rougher, that he won’t remember he has to be delicate with your human body. If his talons come out, you’re dead.

You shove the thought away.

Azriel can feel the resistance, how you’re uncontrollably tight around his fingers, hesitance lining your body even as you pant out slow, hot breaths from behind your hand. “Relax,” he orders, making you shoot him a look, but you try to relax your lower body. He growls inwardly, it’s not enough. He knows you can sense his displeasure, and it’s making you hesitant to open up for him.

His dark eyes latch onto yours, “not directly, right?” He feels you tighten around him—from pleasure. You nod, heat warming your face, trying to maintain a normal conversation while he has his fingers knuckle deep inside your increasingly slick cunt. You observe warily as he settles lower, his head right between your legs.

His tongue lolls out, and you swear your muscles seize as he presses the flat, wet, heat of the silver-tipped muscle over your clit. Even through your underwear, you can feel that firm stimulation, the hotness melting your lower body, drinking the strength from your muscles. He sees this, and moves your legs over his back, your thighs pressing against the broad width of his shoulders.

You relax, allowing him to move his fingers in slow, languid strokes, simply in and out, no curling or prodding that would normally stimulate you. He knows you’re too sensitive for that at the moment. His mouth continues to work through the offending fabric that clings to your hips. You wince when he pushes all the way in, a small sting of pain echoing along your abdomen.

It’s second nature as he pulls his fingers out, moving to rewet them with saliva, not at all bothered at the substance coating them. Your breath catches, “Azriel…!” You gasp softly. His fingers still a little way from his mouth. You shake your head meekly, “please, don’t…” He sighs roughly, but lowers his fingers. He supposes you aren’t a dæmon, so in a strange way it makes sense how uncomfortable the idea makes you. One day, he’ll change your mind. If it goes well.

Instead, he settles for spreading your entrance a little wider, spitting between your legs as his thumb soothes over your clit. Your back fully arches, hips shifting as you tighten around nothing. The sequence of actions is followed by your hand hastily covering your mouth, embarrassed over your reaction. He gives you a smug look that lets you know he’ll be pressing you on that later.

For now, he simple return his fingers to your entrance, scooping up the saliva as he pushes in. You already feel looser; more relaxed. Once again, he lower his mouth between your thighs, latching onto your clit seamlessly, effortlessly locating your pleasure centre.

Within moments, you feel your high approaching. All you can focus on is the gentle press of the lads of his fingers, and that wet heat of his tongue as it laps over your clit through the soaked material. “Az…” you pant, not able to finish his name through your melting mind. You swallow, pushing up ever so slightly in order to latch your gaze onto his, “Azzie…” You try to tell him how close you are, even if you want nothing more than to sink into the bed, indulge in the pleasure of his mouth and fingers.

He does something wicked with his tongue, seeing how high you’re soaring. His shadows sneak beneath the silky robe of your night gown, flicking over your nipples as they play with them. Your mouth drops open as you flutter around him helplessly, taking every wave of euphoria as it washes over you, rinsing your bones of their ache. A high pitched moan spills from your mouth, making the male growl possessively. You nearly cry at the vibrations that sing down his tongue onto your sensitive clit. “Azriel…!” Your eyes screw shut as you arch, winding your hips subconsciously against him.

Azriel pulls away when the aftershocks fade, fingers sliding out gently—cleaned with half a thought—as he looks down at you, basking in your bliss. Bliss that he’s brought you to on only his fingers and mouth. Satisfaction warms his chest as he sees you satiated, hands no longer clutching your abdomen in pain.

Your tongue wets your lips as you shuffle into a vague sitting position on the bed, reaching for a large pillow. Shadows wrap beneath the cushion, dragging it to you as they push you back down, forcing you to relax. He shifts, making to move off the bed, but is stopped by your hesitant voice. “Are you going somewhere?” He turns to look at you, body still radiating heat, this straps of your night gown spilling over your shoulders, allowing him to take in your perky nipples. He licks his lips at the sight, before his gaze raises to your flushed one, knowing where he looked. “Do you want another one?”

You’re slightly startled at the phrasing. Want not need. As if he cares about what you might desire that isn’t an absolute necessity. You manage a shake of your head. He nods, mouth set in that bland line again, “then I’ll be leaving.”

“Wait.” You say, suddenly. With some effort, you move onto your hands and knees, crawling across the large expanse of the bed. His eyes light with vague amusement at the action, watching you though with slight wariness.

You push up onto your knees, hands settling on his shoulder before you can second guess yourself. Maybe if you show him how much you like it when he’s gentle, he’ll do it more often. You press a kiss to his brow, lingering before pulling away to peer into his black eyes. “Thank you…” you mumble, the words brushing over his mouth. You press a kiss to the top of his nose, and he blinks, the only reaction he gives.

Reciprocate.

He looks at your lips, plump from attention.

Reciprocate. They urge.

He leans forward, interested in your human affection. It’s fascinating. From a learning perspective. It’s good to know what weapons will work to manipulate you, where your deficiencies are, even if you’re a walking weak spot.

His mouth laps over your own, a smooth give and take. Compromising.

Your hand trails down over his chest, splaying across where a human heart would lie. You pull away, and he notices you’ve shifted closer to him, skin pressing into the strong lines of him. “That’s twice I’m indebted to you.” His eyes flick to yours as his hands brush up your thighs. There’s something different about the tone of your voice.

It’s almost…sultry.

He swallows.

“Whenever you’re ready to call them in, Azriel…” you breathe softly, a hot glint in your eye as you stare down at him. Your fingers trace delicate patterns over his skin, and his attention narrows on you. Perfectly compatible indeed.

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Perfect - Genji X Reader

tags: genji x gender neutral afab reader, insecure reader, virgin reader, body issues and insecurities, mirror sex, unprotected sex, praise

a/n: this is very uhm self-indulgent :) i hope you enjoy it as much as i do

tw: this deals with insecurities including body issues (primarily with one's stomach), so please keep that in mind while reading it. take care of yourselves

You suck in a deep breath before your knuckles rasp against Genji’s bedroom door. Part of you feels bad for bothering him this late, but you really don’t have any other choice. You can’t get the zipper on your dress pulled up all the way, and it’s too late to try to figure out another outfit. Granted, you are probably overthinking all of this, but it is not often that you are asked on a date.

The door swings open in front of you, and Genji’s eyes widen when he sees you there. His eyes track up and down your body, his dark eyebrows raising. It’s probably strange to see you all dressed up like this, especially considering you’re usually in jeans around him.

“Can you help me?” You ask, and you know you sound desperate. Genji just steps to the side and lets you walk in, before closing the door behind you.

“You okay?” His voice is slightly muffled from the cloth mask he has on, but he still sounds more confident than you.

“No…well, yes. I mean,” you try to speak, but the words get jumbled in your mouth. Are you going to be late? What if this outfit is bad? What if you say something stupid?

You are so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice Genji getting closer until his hand is resting on your shoulder. He squeezes it slightly, and the pinch brings your mind back to the present.

“Relax, Sunshine,” Genji says, his nickname for you already calming your nerves. He’s called you that since the first day you transferred to Overwatch. It’s been a while now, and he still won’t tell you why he calls you that. “Breathe, in and out, and tell me what’s wrong.”

“I have a date,” you say after a deep breath. Genji’s hand twitches on your shoulder. “And I can’t get my dress zipped.”

Genji’s hand slides off of your shoulder and his eyes level with you. The dim lighting in his bedroom makes it hard to tell, but he looks like he may be furrowing his eyebrows.

“Who is your date?” Genji asks, his voice sharpened to a sudden edge.

“Cassidy,” you say softly.

“Turn around,” is all Genji responds with. You nod, turning until your back is to him. You feel his hands ghost along your back, and you have to fight a shudder at the feeling. You haven’t talked about it a lot, but you are painfully inexperienced in anything physical. It’s another thing that you’re nervous about, especially if this date goes in that direction.

“You’re doing it again,” Genji says.

“Huh?”

“Thinking too much. You always chew on your lower lip when you’re thinking too much,” he says. Your eyes snap up and realize how he saw you doing that. You’re both standing in front of a mirror, and the second you look up, his eyes lock onto yours.

“It’s not my fault. I’m nervous.” You pull at the ends of your dress. Maybe it’s just to occupy your hands, or maybe it’s because Genji is looking at you with something you can’t name.

“It’s zipped,” Genji says, and you find yourself turning to face him. He looks down at you, his dark eyes warm. “What do you have to be nervous about?”

“I don’t date often. What if he hates me? Or hates my body? What if he thinks I’m ugly or something? I-”

“I’ll kill him.” Genji’s voice is stern, and you frown. Surely he’s joking, right?

“I’m being serious, Genji,” you say. You wish you could see under his mask.

“You think I’m not?” He says, but before you can respond, he adds “You look amazing.”

“Genji-” you start to thank him, but he cuts you off.

“Better get going. You don’t want to leave the cowboy waiting, do you?”

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The date didn’t go horribly, but you wouldn’t say that it went well. You like Cassidy, but there’s just not a spark there. He seemed to pick up on the same thing and was nice about it, but a part of you can’t help but feel the sting of rejection. Maybe it’s your insecurities showing, but it hurts when things don’t work out. It’s almost like you feel unwanted, ugly, anywhere. You can’t help but laugh at yourself as you walk back to your room. It’s a bitter laugh, one you choke out to keep from crying.

“Hey, Sunshine,” a voice calls to you. You look up, seeing Genji standing in his bedroom doorway. You almost forgot you have to walk past his room to get to yours. Though, he shouldn’t have been able to hear you coming, so why is he just standing there? “Hi, Genji,” you whisper, but hide your face quickly. He knows you too well, and you’re sure he could tell how upset you are based on your face.

“I’m not going to let you go to your room and cry yourself to sleep, so you might as well come here now,” Genji says. You take a deep breath. You know he’s serious. Too many times has he followed a crying you to your room to sit outside until you let him in. He’s stubborn, you’ll give him that. You cross your arms and turn, stomping past him and into his room.

You plop onto his armchair, keeping your arms crossed. A tear slides out and you wipe it away quickly. He closes the door and turns around to face you.

“I have my blades sharpened. Just say the word,” Genji says, and you snort.

“Shut up,” you say through a sniffle.

“Tell me what happened.” Genji sits down on the edge of his bed.

“Nothing happened. That’s the problem!” You blurt out. “Nothing ever happens.”

You stand up quickly, crossing the room to hide your face from Genji. You hate people seeing you cry, even if Genji has already seen it before.

“I don’t feel good enough for anybody… I feel too ugly, too annoying, too loud, too everything,” you sniffle out.

“Ugly?” Genji says from behind you.

“I mean, for fuck’s sake, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. Do you know how pathetic that feels? To not be wanted?” You say. You know he doesn’t. Genji is attractive now, but before the accident he was like a god.

“Don’t talk like that,” Genji says. You just shake your head.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper out, wiping your face dry.

“Look at me,” Genji says. His voice sounds closer, and you turn around to see him standing next to you. You smile at him, but you know it looks pained. He reaches up and his thumb swipes away another tear.

“I want you,” he says softly. Your mouth opens, but no words come out at first. He continues to cup your cheek, and you lean into his touch.

“You-what?” Are the only words that manage to come out. He tilts your head up and forces your eyes to lock.

“I. Want. You.”

“Genji, don’t-” you start. Fear rolls around in your heart, and your insecurities are yelling in your ear that he’s lying.

“I do. Fuck, I could kiss every part of you,” he says. You keep searching what you can see of his face, but nothing shows that he’s joking. You’d be lying if you said that you never thought about Genji in that way. You’ve had feelings for him for a while now, but you always thought he would never feel the same.

“Prove it,” is all you can say. The words barely get out of your mouth before Genji is yanking his mask off and pressing against you. His hands softly cup your face and his lips gently press against yours. Part of you reacts in shock, not expecting him to be serious, but most of you reacts in contentment. His lips are soft and warm against yours, and the feeling is unlike anything you have ever felt before. You melt under his touch, and he backs you up against the wall. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and your mouth opens for him. One of his hands trails down your body, latching onto your hip and digging his fingers in. You let out a soft moan that Genji swallows, and when you bite onto his bottom lip, he pulls away. You whimper in his absence, and his chest heaves as he stares at you.

“Genji?” You say. He runs a hand through his dark hair as his chest heaves.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are, how wanted you are,” his voice is soft, almost pleading. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can barely speak at all.

“Please,” is all you can say, but it’s all Genji needed to hear. He moves so fast that your brain can barely keep up, but he quickly has you pulled into his lap on the ground. You’re facing away from him, and confusion starts to take over. His lips press against your neck, pressing soft kisses into the skin there.

“I’m going to show you just how wanted you are, and you’re going to watch yourself until you like the way you look,” he growls against your skin. You shudder when you look up and see the same mirror in front of you. It’s a big mirror, reaching all the way down to the floor. You can see your whole body in it, as well as Genji’s entire body behind you, who is leaning his back against the bed. He starts to unzip your dress, and you can feel his hands ghosting over your skin.

He slides the straps off of your shoulders, and pulls the dress slowly down until your chest is bare. He watches his movements in the mirror, his eyes latching onto your breasts. Your nipples harden and a chill shows on your skin.

“Lift your hips for me, Sunshine,” he says. You obey without question, and he pushes your dress down and you shimmy out of it the rest of the way. Your insecurities start to rear their ugly heads, and you try to cover your stomach with your arms.

“I will pin you down if I have to,” Genji warns. You shudder in his arms. “You have no reason to hide yourself from me. You’re so fucking beautiful, like the gods created you with perfection in mind.”

A dusting of blush appears on your cheeks at his words, but more so at the way he’s looking at you in the mirror. His eyes are dark, glowing, hungry. He’s looking at you like he’s starving and he wants to devour you. Your eyes lock in the mirror, and a sickly sweet smile appears on his face.

“Don’t take your eyes off the mirror,” he says. You nod an understanding. Your eyes stay locked with his even as his right hand trails down your body and straight to your core. He doesn’t waste any time, and immediately dips his hand under your underwear. His fingers circle your clit softly, and your nerves feel like they’re on fire from just that touch. A soft moan escapes, and he takes it as a confirmation to keep going. His fingers pick up the pace, softly working your clit in circles. When he reaches lower and dips two fingers into you, your head falls back onto his shoulder. He stops moving his hand, and uses his free one to grab your jaw and force you to look back at the mirror. A soft whine escapes your throat, and you can see him smile in the mirror.

“It’s okay, Sunshine. You can do it,” he says, softly gripping your face. The command is clear: don’t look away. You follow his orders and keep staring at the mirror. A soft gasp escapes when Genji pulls a knife out of his belt loop and slices your underwear away with it. Part of you feels like you should be scared. You’re completely bare, vulnerable, and he’s fully clothed and can see everything. Nobody has ever seen you like this before.

“Stop thinking, just feel,” Genji says, and his hand dips back to your core. He keeps working your clit, and when his other hand wraps around your neck, you can’t help the moans that come out. He’s not holding your neck roughly, but it’s enough to keep you in control, under his command. He moves his fingers faster and you start to feel an orgasm building in your core.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect,” Genji growls. “Come for me, Sunshine.”

Genji’s words are all it takes to push you over the edge. You moan out his name softly as your orgasm rushes through you. He keeps going, unforgiving in his movements. Your head almost falls back, but Genji holds you in place. Your body shakes, and you pant softly. You’ve given yourself orgasms before, of course, but it doesn’t even compare.

“I’m not done with you,” Genji says. You smile softly, and he catches it in the mirror. “Insatiable, are you?”

“Maybe,” you whisper. Genji shifts you slightly, just enough for him to pull his jeans and boxers down. He pulls you back onto his lap, and you feel his hardness pressing against your back.

“See what you do to me? And you think you’re unwanted,” he tsks, but his voice takes on a more serious tone. “I know you’re a virgin, so we can go slow. You’ll be on top, so you can be in control, okay?”

“You want me to-” You start to say, your eyes widening in the mirror.

“To ride me? Yes, if you want to,” Genji says.

“I do,” you say. Genji smiles in the mirror, his hands moving to your hips. It’s a bit tricky getting in the right position like this, but Genji is so patient with you. You try to turn, but he insists on staying to face the mirror. Once you’re lined up, you start to sink slowly onto his cock. His gaze stays on the mirror, but his eyes flick down to where you’re slowly taking him in.

“You take me so fucking well, Sunshine,” he says through a grunt. The praise makes you flush, and you keep taking each inch. He’s not small, that’s for sure. The stretch stings in a way that feels better than any toy ever has. When you’ve finally taken every inch, you look up at him in the mirror and see sweat dropping along his forehead. His hands grip your hips, where you know you’ll have bruises in the morning, and he guides you up and down slowly.

“Fuck,” you say. Your brain catches the way your stomach bounces as you ride him, and normally that is the kind of thing that would bring you to tears, but the way Genji is looking at you, the way he’s touching you, it’s more than enough to quiet those insecurities.

“So fucking perfect,” Genji says, pressing his lips against your neck. You ride him slowly, and sloppily, but he seems to be perfectly content in it. He starts to match your riding with his own thrusts, and each of them get you closer to the edge. He wraps his arms around you, holding your back against him as you start to fall apart again. One of his hands pinches your nipple as he’s holding you, and it’s enough for you to fall apart on him. You clench around his cock, screaming out his name as your orgasm rocks through your body. You whimper as he thrusts his hips a few more times, and when his legs start to tense under you, you know he’s about to come. You look up in the mirror, locking eyes with him. His head drops against your shoulder as his orgasm takes over, his soft hair tickling your bare skin. You reach to his hand, intertwining your fingers together.

He takes a few minutes to recover, but he eventually helps the two of you to stand. You both go into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” He says.

“Mhm,” you reply sleepily. All your energy, all your worries, all your insecurities, are gone now.

“Worn out, Sunshine?” He says with a chuckle as he leads you under the water.

“It’s your fault,” you say. You hear him stripping the rest of his clothes before he steps into the shower with you.

“Guilty,” he says. He grabs his body soap and starts to lather it into your skin. You can’t help the flinch that you do when he reaches your stomach. He looks up at you, then kisses you on the forehead.

“Your stomach is perfect, Sunshine,” he says. You smile softly, and you know you look like you’re hopelessly in love with him right now. You kinda are, honestly.

“You ever gonna tell me where that name came from?”

“You always smile, your eyes are always bright, like a ray of sunshine,” he says softly. Your heart warms at his honesty. He really does like you, and you like him. You both want each other.

“Genji…can we do this? Like…can we try dating?” You say softly, the water from the shower head beating against your back. He freezes, and your heart stops for a split second. What if he’s about to reject you? You almost take your lip in between your teeth, but his words stop you.

“I’d love to,” he says. He presses another soft kiss against your lips before he finishes getting you cleaned up. You eventually end up in his bed, cuddling while naked, which is something you didn’t think you would ever be able to do. Your insecurities have no room between you and Genji.

#genji shimada #genji x reader #overwatch 2 #blackwatch genji #overwatch #genji ow

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😫😫😫 @save-the-villainous-cat

cw: smut

Finish Line

The urge to knock on the wooden door seemed out of place. They were standing at their nemesis’s hotel bedroom while on an undercover mission; Hero questioned why they even considered knocking in the first place.

This was business. Not some awkward prom proposal.

The only thing that kept the hero hesitating, was the fact that when Villain had disappeared behind this very door, they were sparsely dressed.

And Hero couldn't get their thoughts to settle.

What if they answered and Villain was naked? Or worse, dressed in something loose. Or skin tight, or provocative, or daunting, or—

What the fuck. Why were they even thinking about this? Villain was a normal person. A normal person did not answer the door naked—criminal or not.

Finally, they let their knuckles hit the oak. Only two weak raps sounded, leaving Hero to wonder if they were even heard.

However, before they could mull any longer, the door swung open with grace. The villain appearing in nothing but a hotel granted robe.

“Villain.” The hero’s response was curt. Immediately averting their gaze to the floor at the state of the other.

On the other hand, the criminal looked all too lax compared to their opposite.

“Hello, Hero~” They bit down on the straw of their beverage in hand. Something fruity, maybe alcoholic, but the criminal didn’t smell drunk yet. “What brings you here…”

The crime-stopper cleared their throat, adjusting the collar of their outfit to try and cool themselves down from the rising heat. “Business.”

They said that way too fast.

Villain grinned, it was hungry, it was dangerous. “Is that so—”

“I’m undercover. On business. And you’re here. In my mission. In my business.” Word vomit came tumbling off the hero’s tongue. Trying and failing to calm their racing heart beat and their overheating body.

They felt like a machine. A machine that had gone haywire and was about to explode.

The villain only hummed, seemingly more and more pleased with the situation. “Quick to talk, I see… That’s not like you, sweetheart.” Their hands were on the hero’s jacket, searching underneath it, tugging at the fabric of their shirt. “Are you sure everything is alright?”

It was those stupid doe eyes that got them every time. That stupid look of faux innocence and that stupid sheepish smile. All of that enough to bring the hero to their knees in a second and the villain had to practically throw them inside the room before they collapsed.

When the situation dawned on them, the hero scrambled for their earpiece. Only a second away from alerting their team when the villain snatched the fragile plastic and crushed it under their foot.

“None of that, sweetie. We both know you don’t want any interruptions this time.”

This time. This time being the third time Hero had put themselves purposefully at the hands of Villain, only to chicken out at the last second.

This time, Villain was making sure they couldn’t.

Hero began to splutter, blushing redder than a tomato as they searched for an excuse.

The villain only chuckled, slowly, very slowly, untying their robe to reveal nothing but their underwear. An outfit that shut off every last braincell in the hero’s head. “You came to me, love. Again—might I add. And I warned you last time that if you showed up again I wouldn’t let you go.” They smiled, “Now, look where that’s got you.”

It was true, that Hero knew damn well what Villain had said during their last encounter. But something in their heart and body yearned. They yearned for the villain and they yearned for their touch.

Their team could make do for just a couple minutes right?

“I-I don’t—”

The villain tutted, cutting off the hero’s ramble in a second as they jingled a pair of cuffs in their hand. They were Hero’s—of course—and they had to swallow before they could open their mouth once more.

“I-I don’t think I-I’ll last—”

“You won’t.” The villain was so confident it made the hero shiver. Letting the criminal stalk forwards and push them onto the bed. “But I’m not afraid to go a couple rounds.”

The villain winked as they finished, the sound of the cuffs locking into place rung out in time with the gesture, Hero hadn’t even noticed the other had strung their hands above their head. Their heart was thumping so loudly it was unbearable.

Villains lips trailing down a string of kisses on their neck didn’t help the matter either. Hero gasped unwillingly, their body folding faster than they had hoped, the other had barely even touched them yet.

“Hero~” They murmured into their captive’s neck, loving the way they had to squeeze their thighs together and clench their whole body. Intoxicating, to say the least.

Villains were greedy, they always wanted more. This situation did not exclude such a thing.

The only difference between a greedy hero and a greedy villain was that heroes earned their prizes, while villains didn’t wait to take them.

No matter the consequences.

With that in mind, Villain didn’t hold back any longer. Their hands ever so delicately took apart the hero, starting with their clothes all the way to mess between their thighs. The sensitive skin was no match for the skilled villain.

Taking apart their nemesis in just under a minute as they kneaded and palmed. Relishing in every moan and clatter of the restraints above them.

They wanted more. So they didn’t stop.

“F-Fuck Villain please—”

The other groaned in approval, speeding up to further mess with their nemesis.

“Just can’t help yourself can you, little hero? Have to make a mess all over the bed…” Villain chided, clicking their tongue in fake disapproval. It was so refreshing to have the hero at their bidding for once. In their control.

Another loud moan escaped the crime-stopper and their hips shot up, desperate for more.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve only just begun.”

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ech0lesss · 1 year

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If you're comfortable with it, could you make some headcannons for Streber x (Y/n) x Kevin? <3

FUCKK YEAHHHH WE NEED MORE KEVIN AND STREBER POLY CONTENT

If you wanted something more specific lmk! I couldn’t add a cut because I’m on mobile, sorry bout that, I’ll add it later but I don’t have access to my laptop rn.

Part 2 is out!

Word Count: 2,336

Proofread: The first half, yes

Content: Gn reader (they/them pronouns used), SUPA LONGG headcanons because there is a severe lack of these boys, reader gets fired from their job and joins candy club (not specified what job they had before), reader is a little gremlin for like 2 headcanons

Streber x Kevin Poly HCs

It was a late and rainy night and you needed shelter, and the only place that was nearby and open was the candy shop.

You walked in and started a conversation with the dude who worked there, mostly just small talk about the weather but he seemed tired and stressed out.

You asked him his name and he told you it was Kevin. Noticing his stress, you asked if he was alright.

“Never better.” He responded in a sarcastic tone. You sighed, asking if there was anything he could help with. He pondered for a moment, and said there were some boxes in the back he needed help moving.

You gladly helped him with his job, it was the least you could really do.

He thanked you for your help, and you stayed with him a bit to pass the time. You kind of got to know him a little bit, and you two got along well.

When the rain calmed down, you finally said goodbye and left him. You did think he was pretty cool and chill, you wouldn’t mind going to see him again.

So a week later you found yourself on another late night walking around town, bored out of your mind.

You saw the candy club again and decided to say hello to Kevin, maybe it’d make his day.

So you walked in and he greeted you, seemingly bored out of his mind.

You striked up a conversation with him just like last time, keeping him company. He seemed to enjoy it.

After a few weeks of coming over and just hanging out in his company, you started to get closer and closer. You could call yourself pretty good friends at this point, you swing by the candy shop about twice a week or so.

One day you got fired from your job due to the place you worked at ended up shutting down, so you were desperate for another one. You then had an idea, you could call up Kevin and see if they were hiring. You didn’t really have anywhere else to go, so you went to candy club and got a job.

It wasn’t so bad, you got to work with one of your friends, plus he seemed to really enjoy your company so it was a win-win.

One day someone walked in, a shorter looking person with dark hair and an alternative clothing style. He greeted Kevin by his name, so you assumed they knew each other.

Kevin greeted the man back, who’s name was apparently “Streber”, and they had a quick conversation you weren’t listening to.

Streber said goodbye and gave him a quick kiss, which caught you by surprise, you didn’t know Kevin was dating anyone.

You asked him about who he was, and Kevin said it was his boyfriend. They’d been dating for about a year and Kevin continued to ramble on about him. You weren’t listening to most of what he said, but you thought he sounded nice.

Asking Kevin if you all could hang out someday for fun, Kevin replied enthusiastically with a yes, you two were pretty close friends so he was decently trusting of you.

So one day you, Kevin, and Streber, decided to just go to a restaurant and hang out for a little bit. You were basically a third wheel to the pair, but you really didn’t mind.

The time you spent with them was fun, and you got to know Streber more as a friend. You even got his number so you could talk more, and Streber seemed to like you a lot.

Kevin liked how you and Streber got along, so he asked if you would want to hang out again with him and Streber. Of course you said yes, they were your closest friends at this point (and maybe your only.)

You three always talked everyday, almost every second occupied with them. You were like the golden trio. You had to say, deep down, you were kind of developing some small feelings for both of them. You would never say that to anyone, but you had to admit to yourself, you were.

It didn’t help that Streber was so touchy, or that Kevin was so cute. You wanted them both to yourself.

And over time, you found your tiny crush growing into an obsession. Oh boy.

You had fallen for both of them pretty hard, you could admit, but you didn’t know what to do with your feelings. You didn’t want to ruin their relationship or their image of you, of course not!

Meanwhile with Kevin, his feelings for you were growing, too. And he was too scared to admit his feelings to anyone, either, so he had to keep his thoughts safe. He loved his boyfriend, he really did, but he also liked you too.

Streber was also developing the same feelings for you. Though he may not have known you as long as Kevin did, he fell for you quite fast. He’s not always comfortable enough around someone to be so touchy with them, except Kevin, so when he found comfort in being around you just like he was with his boyfriend, he could tell that he was probably falling for you.

The couple didn’t know how to explain this to each other, they didn’t want to ruin their own relationship, but they were torn between you and the other. Of course they had no idea they both liked you and you liked them back, but Streber eventually found the courage to talk to Kevin about it.

Kevin was his boyfriend, of course he would be supportive about it! He always was, so was there much to be worried about?

(A/N: I kinda made a tiny little confession drabble right here, don’t mind me…)

“Hey, Kev? I need to talk to you about something.” Streber’s voice appeared from the doorway of their shared bedroom, where Kevin was.

“Sure, what’s up?” Kevin leaned back in his seat, a slight smirk on his face.

Streber sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “I feel like theres something thats been going on and I need to tell you… promise to be understanding?” Kevin nodded, a little worried about where this was going. “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“I’ll just say it…I think I’m falling in love with y/n. Well, I don’t know, I love you but I also love them at the same time, and I want be with both of you…” Kevin was in shock. He didn’t know how to react to this information, but inside he was happy to know that Streber felt the same way he did.

“Streber…I think I feel the same way you do. I think I’m falling in love with y/n the same way you are, but of course I still love you too.” “Really?” Streber had stars in his eyes. “Yes, really! I love you both.”

Streber was overcome with joy, he tackled Kevin into a snuggle attack while they ranted positively about the three of you all night long.

Now that they knew how each other felt, they were confident enough to try and confess to you. Kevin would actually be more shy about it, when Streber would be more enthusiastic and confident about it.

So one day, you were invited by Kevin and Streber to watch a movie and have a sleepover at their house. It might’ve been a thing for kids, but who cared, you were all having fun.

Streber and Kevin were caught up in a snuggle pile on the couch, while you sat on the floor before them. You admitted you kind of wanted to join their cozy snuggle pile, but you didn’t wanna be weird, so you just sat on the floor.

After the movie, they told you they invited you over to tell you something important.

(A/N: Another drabble because I want to 😌 this one’s longer so prepare yourself.)

The screen in front of you faded to black, (I love that song!) as the movie ended. “Man, that movie was pretty good.” Streber commented. “What did I just watch?” Kevin had a horrified look on his face. “Uh, a horror movie.” You replied playfully. “I know that, but Jesus, that was pretty gorey.” “Well duh, that’s the whole point of horror movies, silly!” Streber said.

Kevin smirked at his playful comment, but his smile dropped and blush was brought to his face as if he just remembered something. He leaned into Streber’s ear and whispered something, and Streber whisper-yelled “Ohh, right!” You had no idea what they were saying, but you didn’t wanna waddle into their business.

“Uhm, hey y/n?” Kevin asked. “Hmm?” “U-Uh, we need to talk to you about something, can you come sit up here for a moment?” Kevin asked. Whenever someone says that they need to talk to you, you always know it might be bad. “Oh, yeah, sure.” You prepared yourself for the worst as you sat up on the couch next to Streber, who was sitting next to Kevin.

“Hey, so, we just wanna tell you something, can you try to be understanding and on the same level as us? We understand if you respond negatively, but there’s just something we need to tell you.” Streber disclosed. You were starting to get really nervous about what they were going to say. “Okay, just spit it out please.” Streber took a deep breath, and blurted it out.

“Me and Kevin have been developing a crush on you, we both love you and each other.” Wow, ok. Not what you were expecting but it was better news than what you were thinking of. “Damn guys, did you really have to make it sound like you were about to confess to a murder? Jokes aside, I feel the same way about you two. I’ve been torn between you for awhile now, and I love you both back..”

Streber gasped in surprise. “Really!?” He squealed. “Yeah, really.” You smiled softly as he pulled you into a tight hug. Kevin sighed from relief. “Thank god.” He joined your group hug and you three snuggled the whole night in their bed.

It was safe to say you were dating the two now, in love with them both. Everyday you guys would talk, and when you got comfortable enough to move in with them, they would both be over ecstatic.

Kevin is the more shy one when it comes to any form of affection, he loves it but it’s just so awkward and he doesn’t know how to initiate it. His receiving love language is words of affirmation, he loves hearing you utter the words “I love you” in his ear. It makes him feel truly cared for. His giving love language is quality time.

Streber is definitely more outgoing and touchy, he’s very comfortable with PDA. He always loves being around you. His receiving love language would be gifting, and his giving love language would be physical affection.

Cuddle piles are a thing. Sometimes you guys just have a lazy morning where you all lay in a cluster of love.

I headcanon Streber as pretty short, so maybe like, 5’3-5’5 and Kevin as 5’8. Streber is most definitely a little spoon and Kevin a big spoon. Streber likes the comfort of being in the middle of you and Kevin though, while you two wrap your arms around him and keep him warm.

The only thing that Kevin likes about his job is that your there with him, it gives him comfort that he’s not always alone.

If you and Streber find yourself home alone for any reason, he’ll bug you in a loving way. If you ask him to stop, he always will. Most of the time you are both home alone, your both cuddling together.

If it’s the other way around and Streber isn’t home, Kevin likes to spend his time with you watching a movie or just watching you do your thing. If you want to cuddle he’s always up for it, but will almost never ask you. He just likes spending time with you, even if your not in the same room.

You three always love going out, whether it be going to a restaurant or a walk in the park, quality time together is always appreciated.

Sometimes Streber will ask if he should do something stupid and Kevin will always discourage it. You probably encourage the stupid idea and it almost happens.

For example, you guys are walking over a bridge and Streber says “Man, wouldn’t it suck if I jumped off of here right now.” “Streber, no.” Kevin groans, having to control his two gremlins. “I bet you won’t do it.” You remark.

That is actually probably your relationship dynamic lmao, see image below:

Kevin is the more protective one in the relationship. While Streber is the friendlier and more outgoing person, Kevin is like the guard dog. He might be a little overprotective but he wants to keep you two safe.

Someones staring at you or Streber a little too much? He’s glaring daggers. Someone gets a little too touchy? He’s gonna kindly put his arm around your shoulder and scoot you away.

Though he may try to be intimidating, I don’t think he could barely take a punch. Would never win in a fist fight.

Streber is more of a cat person while Kevin is a dog person.

Streber sends you random videos he finds funny. It could be a random TikTok of someone falling off a building or a fish meme, you never know 💀

Streber is literally just so kind and cute on the outside, but really he wants to wreak havoc upon the world.

Kevin is the dude who just doesn’t gaf anymore. On the outside at least, he’s more caring and protective when you get to know him.

I might make more hcs of these goofballs later but this should be enough to feed y’all for now. :D

Sorry this took a little while, I just went on vacation plus I didn’t expect this to get so long. Hopefully this one was okay, I feel it could’ve been better but it was long af so hopefully you guys like it or some of it makes sense.

#streber x reader x kevin #streber x reader #streber x kevin #kevin x streber #kevin x reader x streber #spooky month #spooky month x reader #kevin sm x reader #sm kevin x reader #streber x y/n x kevin #streber x you x kevin #echo writes

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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say your prayers - four.

pairings | dark!priestess!natasha x fem!reader

your school have church service once a week. of course, as a good little schoolgirl you are, you attend to it. which means you always have to see your priestess, natasha, who you are secretly infatuated with. until there was an unexpected turn that made you feel something else other than good. but maybe, even better.

warnings | smut/dark taboo themes - 18+ MINORS DNI! religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, sex with a priestess, rough sex, breeding kink, strap-on (used), oral sex (n receives), mommy kink, dirty talking, pet names, slut shaming, and more.

notes | i’m sorry if this took a while to update, i have more energy to write now! to your requests, i’ll be doing them as soon as i wake up. thank you so much!

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“Make yourself comfortable,” says Mrs. Johnson, and sits down across from me with a nonchalant look. I looked around at my surroundings and realized how frightened and intimidated I was by the spacious area–which was weird since I like being in a big room. Either way, I felt nervous as well. Sweaty, if I may add. The thought of Mrs. Johnson knowing my affair with my priestess could cause a lot of trouble, especially for the older woman who has done nothing wrong but love me. I know that, or do I?

I sat down on the checkered chair and closed my legs together with a fearful look on my face; hoping that it was not as evident as it seems. There was a brief silence until I heard her speaking: “I heard from Mrs. Humpston that you’ve been failing her class, when in fact it’s one of your strengths. Literature, how are you failing that class, Ms. Rogers?”

I didn’t even know that I was flunking Mrs. Humpston’s class, I had no idea that my eyes widened with what she had told me. Knowing myself, I ace Literature. It’s one of the classes that I rarely fail on, and now I’m just as curious as my principal who had a skeptical calm look on her face. Although I could tell how disappointed she was, I was one of her best students in this god damn school. It took me a while to figure it all out until I realized that I’d been spending so much time with Mother Natasha that I don’t even care about my education anymore. The feeling and thought of just dropping out crossed my mind, but then I suddenly don’t want to flunk out of school anymore. Maybe I was distracted; stressed, perhaps.

“Mrs. Johnson, I’m very sorry.”

“I just want to know what has been going on with you,” she sighs and clasped her fists together on the desk. “That’s all. You’re my best student, Y/N. This has been going on for a month, you recently failed her quiz and your exam.”

Fuck, shit, oh my god.

She asked, “Have you been talking to a boy? You know that’s not allowed in the school district.”

“No!” I exclaimed, defending myself, and sat back on my chair while fidgeting with my fingertips. If she knew about my affair, even the tiniest bit, my life would be over. “I-I mean, I’ve been going through a lot recently and I honestly can admit that I’ve been distracted. I’m sorry again, Mrs. Johnson.”

“Is there something I can do to help?” She asked, but with a concerned look on her face that I honestly don’t want to see. I hate it when people pity me, I do. She waves her hands in the air. “I could schedule you with our school counselor, Mrs. Regene, or perhaps Mother Natasha so that they can help you with what you’re going through. If you ask me, I would much prefer Mother Natasha since she has empathy.”

My whole body was suddenly relieved with joy when I heard her say Natasha’s name. I imagine going to Mother Natasha’s chapel and asking for her advice. She, of course, would kiss me and make me forget everything–which is something I would want and what I would need. I was desperate for it like a cat in heat who won’t stop meowing with the urge of being fucked. Have I become this not-so-innocent little girl anymore because of her? I probably do like it.

“I think I’ll be more comfortable talking to Mother Natasha about my problems,” I say, trying to sound casual and not desperate. “If you don’t mind, of course. I promise I’ll do better this time, I won’t let you down, Mrs. Johnson.”

“Then it’s settled!” she exclaims with a clap in her hands, standing up and marching to the door to open it for me. “I will be seeing you again next week, Y/N. I pray that the Lord shall give you wisdom and strength throughout your life.”

And with that, I walked out with a small smile on my face–acting like a deviant little bitch.

When I came back to my dorm, Wanda was there with two books on my bed and crumpled hair that was tied up in a bun. I still wonder how she gets in, maybe she was given a key? Impossible, there’s a thing called privacy.

“How did you get in here?”

“I have a hairpin.”

“You do know I hate it whenever you do that,” I say with a grumble under my breath as I gently throw my bag across the room. I sat down beside her and yawned, “Mother Natasha will be my counselor for a while until I get my shit together.” I wasn’t as nervous as before, it’s probably because I have nothing else to fear. If my relationship with Mother Natasha goes on for a while, I might even tell Wanda about it. But knowing her, she’d freak out.

She scrunches her face as if disgusted and asked with a painful tone in her voice, “And you never bothered telling me?”

Shit, I thought. I shouldn’t have said anything, of course, she’ll be offended.

“Y/N?” she calls out my name as the silence crept on us, I felt my whole blood system turning cold; my face becoming paler.

“I, well… I was going to,” I say with a nervous laugh, I bit my lower lip and looked away from her eyes as they intimidated me. “I really was. But you would react so badly to it that I feel like–”

“But I’m your best friend!” she answers with a slightly higher voice that honestly makes me flinch. She added with her eyes piercing at me, “I thought we said we don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“And I do know that, Wanda–”

“No you don’t,” she says with a hurtful look on her face. “Y-You don’t. You’ve been acting weird for a whole month and I keep asking you if you were okay, if you needed help but–you never said anything! What, have I become the worst friend you’ve ever had? Do you have someone else in your life? What is something you want that I don’t have?”

“Now you’re acting like you’re in love with me.”

She scoffs at me, and she usually never does. And this is where I realize how I have become a jerk toward her, I deeply do regret saying that. I knew she wasn’t in love with me, I just didn’t know what else to say. I had to protect Mother Natasha and myself, of course. She bites her lower lip angrily and mutters, “You are fucked in the head, Y/N. I can’t believe you’d fucking say that.”

I watch as she grabs her books and walks out of my room with a loud slam of the door, everyone could’ve possibly heard it. I wanted to go after her and ask for her forgiveness, but my body couldn’t even move. I felt frozen, stuck, and angry with myself. But if I had to be honest, I couldn’t care less either. As long as Mother Natasha was around, I felt like my whole world revolved around her. As she once said: you should always be thinking about me just as much as I think about you and I will never forget that. It’s ingrained in my brain like how you write a beautiful poem, you could barely understand it.

—

Around six o'clock in the evening, Mother Natasha was waiting behind the building with her black car. She told me to walk out quietly and never look back since it could get me anxious. I did what she has told me and surprisingly–I have gotten out of the district with a small tote bag slung on my shoulders that has my spare clothes in it. I got inside of the front seat and kissed her cheek which led me to her lips, she was excited as I am.

“You’re here,” she breathes out as if she couldn’t even believe it herself. “I’m so fucking happy that you’re here. Let’s go, yeah? My house isn’t that far from here.”

I nodded and put on my seatbelt as she drove away from the school, making my heart beat a thousand times faster. It almost made me think that I was going to have a heart attack, but that felt exaggerated. I looked out of the window while I felt her hand grazing against my school skirt, talking about how excited she was to bring me home. Would it be safe to say that I was at least nervous? Although people could say it’s normal since it’s your first time going to your partner’s home, I was hoping for something sentimental to happen later other than just fucking each other’s brains out.

Her house looked very lonely. I might’ve guessed that she had a kid or a husband, but she explained all the way that she isn’t married nor had a child. I remember myself asking: would you ever want one? I could hear her faint chuckle as she replied with a sultry voice that she wanted one with me. It seemed impossible for that to happen unless there was a donor. Anyway, I looked around and saw the kitchen by my right, then the living room once you walk passed by the kitchen. I saw her retro record player that was beside the big television screen and some of the record albums were under the tall long oak shelf.

“You have a nice home,” I say as I couldn’t remove my eyes from the magazines on the table. They were pornographic, it made me feel a little surprised. “Have you ever thought of a roomie that could live with you? Your house is pretty big.”

“I thought about it,” she responded with a sigh while my back was facing her. “But I like living on my own, well… liked. I can kind of imagine you living here with me, you know?”

“You think we could?”

“Anything’s possible, my child.”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” I asked curtly; which I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to know and see how she’ll react to that situation. It couldn’t be now, but it could be later as our relationship grows.

“I am,” Mother Natasha wraps her arm around my shoulder as she brings me in for a peck on my forehead; I sighed happily once she has kissed my skin. “But don’t worry, I’ll protect you. Just do what I say.”

“Aren’t I doing a good job of obeying you?”

Now she was giving me a smirk, a sexual-looking smirk where she imagines me being on my knees as I suck her vagina. She leans against my lips and kisses me passionately with her sucking on my bottom lip for need. I let her kiss me hard and soft, I let her control me. I felt her whispering in my mouth, “You like it here?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded and began to fiddle with the belt of her pants, trying to get her animalistic self out of the box. “Natasha–”

“You’re forgetting your manners,” she says while pinning me against the wall near the stairs; her hips thrusting up against my core that I moaned. “You’re my good little schoolgirl, isn’t that right baby?”

I nodded again and felt her lips attached to my collarbone while her hands were groping my breasts gently with care.

“I’m sorry,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “I love you, Mother Natasha. I want you so much–”

“Shh,” she presses her thumb against my lips and slides it down to my chin; her lips are now kissing my jaw. “I love you too, baby. You have no idea how much I love you.”

Was she lying? Was she trying to maneuver me into having sex with her again? Not that I was complaining, but I needed her to mean it. I was going to ask if she meant it but instead, her lips were such a distraction for my mind. She brings my waist closer to her as she tries to ground her hips against my core with a cry of desperation, her face is now buried into my neck. Not even blinking an eye, I was brought inside of her room and I realized how much I fucking wanted her to make love to me. I wanted everything that she wanted, maybe I was that obsessed.

“Lay back pretty girl.” Mother Natasha smirked and I sprawled my back against her soft covers, feeling myself already. She smiles down at me and kisses me for one last time before she goes to the other room, leaving me completely bothered. I waited for a minute, then a two until I was a whining mess. I called for her and moaned her name, but she wasn’t coming out. Was this woman teasing me?

Five minutes later, she comes back with her nude body and a strap-on that was dangling between her legs. I lifted my head up with a shocked face, the faux dick was even bigger than I saw when she put it inside of me for the first time. This time, it was longer and girthier. I clenched my legs in response–she smirks.

“Are you scared?”

I shake my head slowly, gulping a lump down my throat.

“No, Mommy.”

She pushes my legs open with her knees and leans down to kiss my lips, this time it was more searing and wet. “Get naked for me, sweetheart. Lemme get a taste from your pussy.”

Immediately, I obeyed. Natasha pulls herself up and watches intently as I remove my school blouse, leaving my white cotton bra and skirt on. She looked down at my cleavage and I could see how her mouth was foaming with arousal, the thought of her mouth licking my nipples got her head all fuzzy and dazed. I tried to be flirtatious so I slowly–leisurely–removed my bra with my perked nipples that hit the cold air as I gasped out quietly, she was staring into them like it was the first time.

“D-Do you like my boobs, Mommy?” I asked with a teasing voice, curling a smile on the side of my face; she nods viciously.

“Yeah, baby. I do.”

I pushed my breasts to give her a little show, and she was rolling her eyes in the back of her head–sinking that memory inside of her until it eats her up. My eyes were glued to her hand that was playing with her right breast, squeezing them while I kept teasing her with my boobs. I was never an expert when it came to being a flirtatious and teasing woman, I just learned it from her and used my own instincts. After a while, she tells me to stop and I dropped my hands below my thighs; staring up at her innocently.

“You’re so cute,” she coos and brings her thumb to my lips again and pushes it slowly until I’m sucking her whole thumb–pulling it out with a loud sucking noise that gets Natasha rolling her hips down onto the mattress. “F-Fuck, you like that don’t you? You’re so pretty, so beautiful for me…”

“I want you to fuck me, Mommy,” I say with a moan that vibrates her thumb; she halts and grabs my hair with one hand and pulls it down to expose more of my neck. I hissed in reply and was about to whine when she whispered: “I’m going to make you cock-dumb once I rip your insides with no permission, do you understand me? I owe you. You don’t get to fucking say that to me, do you understand little girl?”

“Yes!” I didn’t have enough time to say something before she pushed me back to the mattress where she had her nose running up against my cheeks, smelling me with her hand on my neck. I felt her giving open mouth kisses on my shoulders, then to my lips as I felt the tip of her cock prodding against my covered clit. She hikes up my skirt and pulls down my panties which made me let out a loud cry, I don’t know what kind of cry was. But I was so insatiable, aroused, and incredibly desperate when it came to her.

“Beg me to fuck you,” she purrs, the way she commands me to tell that to her gets my cunt wetter than before. I was practically humping the air for her touch, at least her dick inside of me. “Come on baby, tell Mommy you want her to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me,” I choked out, looking at her lips instead of the darker shade of eyes. “P-Please, Mommy? I’ll be such a good girl–I promise! Just please put it inside of me…”

“Shh,” she closes her lips against mine and kisses me passionately just like she always does. I felt her tongue lapping against my bottom lip for access, so I let her, and my god it was heaven on earth. She grips both of my hips hard and whispers roughly: “I’m gonna have to stretch that tiny cunt…Mmph, you’re so fucking sexy.”

I could hear her panting hard when she finally pushed half of her length inside of me, both of her hands were still gripping my hips like a possessed woman. My throat felt so dry from all the whining and screaming that I let out the tiniest moan when I felt her dick. She kisses my chin and pulls out, then pushes the cock inside of me again with much force.

“I-It’s too big, I can’t take it!”

“Baby you can,” she coos again and cups my right cheek with a short faint smile on her face; reassuring me that nothing will go wrong. “Oh fuck, you can take that all inside of you, eh? What a little slut you are for me, so pretty…”

A wet patch was starting to form underneath my butt as her hips never came down. She was thrusting inside of me like it was the last time, her chest heaving and starting to become red. Her eyebrows scrunched when her eyes drifted away from my face and instead stared down at my breasts that were bouncing rhythmically with her hips that snapped back each time I moaned. She wasn’t keeping a slow pace, she was hard and fast–just like always. I could hear her quiet growls and pants, as she slams into me each time.

“What do you think the Lord would say if he’s here right now, watching you fall apart because of me?” she slurs in my ear, bottoming out in a grinding matter. “He would think how pathetic you are, how you are easily manipulated by your priestess. Tell me, would you let me touch you if I hurt you?”

That was no longer a hesitation; I nodded.

“Yes, Mommy…” I whispered with a mewl, arching my hips to meet hers. “I don’t care if he sees me like this–Jus’ wanna be a good girl for you…”

“You’re going to be my good little girl once I get you pregnant,” she husks and drives the faux cock back inside of me with a loud smack of my ass that hits against her thighs, filling the room with the sound of our fucking. “Ya like that, baby? Do you want Mommy to knock you up?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Fuck,” Natasha buries her head on my neck and starts moaning widely, her cock moving inside of me roughly as our hips are pressed to each other. The bed was creaking loudly, I wondered if anyone would hear us at all. I started to moan like a whore in heat when she tweaks my nipples with her right hand, whispering you’re such a slut wraps around my head and my soul. “I’m going to send you home to your parents like a beaten-up child. They’re going to see how much of a slut you are for me, how in love you are with me even though I can be a dangerous woman.”

I hardly believe she could hurt me, but this would be the time that I’d feel scared. But I wasn’t scared, I was far more than scared. It felt thrilling to see how far she could go, how she could use my body for her pleasure. It’s like I’m submitting myself to her, and I'd gladly do it.

“I’m going to bruise your pretty body, my child. I’m going to make you my little slut who only deserves to be fucked like one.” her hips were now pummeling inside of me as she crept her hand to my throat, gripping it and pushing me down while she handled me like a man. I was close to my climax, so my walls were starting to grip her length tightly–of course, she felt that and gave me a wider evil smile.

“You gonna cum, aren’t ya?” she chuckles darkly and spits onto my face, making me shut my eyes. “That’s it, now you are my certified slut. Cum for me, baby. Cum for your Mommy.”

The constant movements of her hips made my back arch and let out a strangled moan that broke my throat painfully. She scoops my back and kisses my chest lovingly, purring out my name while her hips gradually hump my core. My arms clung to her as I shook my body with the immense pleasure that has overtaken me. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe. I could see the white stars that were glimmering in the back of my eyes and I could only remember my body falling apart with how used and corrupted it was from her.

“Baby,” she calls out my name, peppering kisses on my neck. “Don’t pass out on me yet, I need you to suck me. Come on, do it for Mommy.”

I lick her folds with my eyes glued to her heaving chest, her hand tangled up in her red hair as she moans out my name twice or thrice. My lips were attached to her clit and continuously flicked it with my tongue, trying to see if she was getting any pleasure from it. She looks down at me and thrust her hips up to meet with my mouth; all I could remember was her growls.

“You like going down on me, huh?” she bites her lower lip to control her possessive self, not wanting to hurt me. But she had her other hand on the back of my head as she pressed me down on her. “Fucking eat me like it’s your last supper, little girl. God, I love you so much…”

I loved it when she talked to me like that, how she could just handle me like some sad girl. She treated me the way no one else can, I mean, who else would treat me like this? Natasha was my first in every situation I was in, even with love. Every time we would have sex, she would kiss me like singing a lullaby telling me how important I was to her. But the thought of her saying this possibly to anyone else was swirling in my head crazily like it just couldn’t stop messing with me. I felt her clit nudging against the tip of my tongue and I continued to lap on her cunt, licking in between her folds.

“I’m going to cum so hard inside of your mouth,” she growls and I let my tongue sink into her hole where she felt incredibly tight but loose at the same time. I thrust my tongue once or thrice, earning another guttural moan from her. “Fuck, I’m going to make you my breeding bitch!”

You’re such a good girl, my child. I can’t wait to ravish you all night.

And that’s what we did the whole time I was there, letting her experience hands continue to touch my bare skin with her choice of words that gets my whole system to act up again. Her tongue, fingers, and body were all over me like it was a life sentence. She fucked me hard, made love to me, and even made me pray while she played with my walls with her faux dick inside of me. The sheets were soaked in our cum and juices, my body was full of purple marks that were created by her. I was infatuated, in love, or whatever else you could say in a relationship.

“I’m in love with you,” she whispers to my wet ear while she had her arms wrapped around my lower waist; her cock slowly thrusting up inside of my velvety walls. “I’m so in love with you, I can never let you go. Please, don't let me go.”

I made a promise to her that night.

—

Natasha drove me back to the campus with a satisfied heart. She held my hand while she drove, sometimes kissing my knuckles that would linger there for a minute or two. If you’d ask me how I was feeling, I’d say that I was feeling the depths of the earth. To demonstrate it in an easier way, I was happy. I'm very happy. And she was too, despite her kissing my skin and the smile plastered all over my face that reached to her cheekbones. It wasn’t a long drive back to the campus, so I was a little shocked that we arrived there in less than fifteen minutes.

“Did you have a good time with me, baby?” she asked while unbuckling her seatbelt to wrap her arm around my shoulder; giving my temple a languid kiss.

I nodded sheepishly, it was a little cold this morning. “I really did, I don’t know when we can do this again though.”

“We do have to wait for your semester’s break,” she sighs. “How about this, maybe around the weekend you could spend your time with me? When do your parents usually visit?”

“Only if necessary,” I responded with a tiny voice that could still be hearable. “Maybe they’d pick me up around two weeks, it comes abrupt sometimes.”

I could tell that she was tense a bit, the thought of my parents seeing something so sinful in front of their eyes would ruin their whole reputation–especially Mother Natasha’s since she’s been a priestess ever since she was a younger, so it would be whole chaos. Her arm tightened around me and I felt my head leaning against her chest; smelling that heavy shampoo on her hair.

“We have to schedule it then so that you won’t get caught.”

“That could be arranged.”

“Alright,” she groans and opens the car door for me, pulling my jaw up so she could kiss me one last time. Our kiss went on for thirty seconds, all tongue and smearing our teeth together. She pulls away with a long sigh and whispered: “Think about me while I’m gone, okay little girl?”

“Always, Natty.”

I felt her hand smacking my butt and I let out a soft giggle, closing the car door and watching as it drifted away from me–a sudden drop filled my heart. Anyway, I didn’t waste my time going back to the campus. I was thankful enough that I knew how to unlock doors with a hairpin–all thanks to Wanda–and got inside swiftly with no worries. When I opened my door to my room, I almost dropped my bag on the ground with wide eyes that were about to fill with warm tears. I knew it was a bad idea to get out of the campus in the first place.

“You have some explaining to do, Y/N.”

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On Tilt, Part 3

Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

On Tilt Masterlist

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: idol!AU; strangers-to-FWB-to-lovers; toxic relationship; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings: unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamic; cussing; vulnerable confessions; alcohol consumption; explicit and suggestive sexual conversations; jealous!Namjoon; Namjoon at the gym; ttam-Joon 😅; ass-slapping (not in a sexual context); drop of fluff; unexpected boners (I think that's it?)

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

Word count: 4.6K words

A/N: This was supposed to be short...and then that All Day Part 2 vlog happened and now it's 4.4K 🤡 Also, pay no attention to OC's workout gear...I just thought it looked hot but I have some doubts about the support here. Buuuuut for interest, I thought it would be a good add-on and I love Rihanna's other stuff from her line, otherwise 😂 Anyway! Please enjoy and know that my inbox and DMs are open. Would love to know what you think 😘

“God damn…are you planning to kill him with that outfit or what?”

You guffaw at Lani’s question, nearly messing up the wing on your eyeliner. Namjoon hasn’t given you a hint as to where you were headed tonight but he asked you to dress ‘nice’. You picked a black, ruched, long-sleeved body-con mini dress with a deep-plunge neckline.

“Calm down. It’s just dinner,” you say while finishing your makeup.

“Ooohh…and you’re on the menu. Got it,” She teased, motioning to your partially exposed cleavage.

You turn and throw a balled up tissue at her in jest. “I most definitely am not!” You turn back to your mirror. “Besides, I told him that we’re having none of that until…we establish some ground rules. If he wants to be with me, I want to see a bit more effort on his part,” you reason.

“Are you putting the kitty on lockdown or what?”

You snort at her comment but your expression turns sober almost immediately after. “I just want to know whether this can work without sex being on the table the entire time.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, Lani starts cackling.

You squeeze your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose. “Damn, that came out wrong.”

After recovering you clarify, “Anyway! What I was actually trying to say was that…I want to see if there’s more to this.”

Lani paused and turned serious in a matter of seconds. “Well, you started off as good friends, right? That’s promising.”

You twisted your lips wryly. “Yeeeaah, until we fell into bed. Add him being this superstar idol and it gets more complicated. I just want to know if there’s something else that would hold us together. And if there isn’t…then I’m completely wrong and maybe I’ll wake up and realize that I was being delusional this whole time,” you finish quietly.

Lani comes up from behind to wrap you in her arms. You leaned into her hold, giving her forearm an appreciative squeeze. She was one of your oldest, most trustworthy friends. “I understand,” she says softly, recalling your conversation when you confessed how you really felt about Namjoon.

“Do what you need to, but remember to be good to yourself, too,” she reminds you.

You cocked your neck sideways at her, face wrinkled in confusion. “What are you talking about? I am good to myself,” you chuckled.

She released you from her hold and sidled next to you. “I meant, if things don’t go as you hoped they would, you shouldn’t blame yourself.” With that, Lani gives you a quick peck on the cheek then leaves your room.

Though her parting words sounded ominous, you couldn’t deny that you were banking on the thought that this would all work out in your favor. You loved Namjoon and wanted to be with him…but it wasn’t that simple. Namjoon hasn’t shown any signs of slowing down in his career at all. There may be a group hiatus but solo efforts were underway.

If work would start to ramp up for him, where would that leave you?

******

Namjoon’s face reflects on your wine glass while you watch the crimson liquid swirl around it. He’d been on the phone for the last ten minutes.

The evening started off promising. Lani was right–you practically had to fight him to keep his hands off you until you reminded him of your agreement. Five dates. And depending how those dates go, maybe you’d consider getting into bed with him again.

It was going to be a challenge, though. Just as you’d throw down the gauntlet, he was happy to pick it up. He showed up looking just as mouthwatering–dressed in a simple black suit with a crisp, dress shirt, top two buttons undone. Although his brushed-back hair made you feral, you had to stick to your guns.

He cleared out the entire back room of a restaurant, all wait staff signing NDAs.

His phone kept buzzing through the first course, which he mostly ignored. Once they brought in the main course, he couldn’t mute the incessant ringing any longer. He apologized to you before answering it.

He glanced at you nervously while you silently munched through your side order of fries and distractedly scrolled through your phone.

“Jon, Jon, listen bro…can we just work this out tomorrow when I stop by the studio?...Yeah…I know but it can wait. We’ll take care of it first thing, the second I get there. Alright…Yeah, thanks. See you then. Bye.” He hung up then sighed. “Sorry,” he says to you immediately.

You peered up from your phone’s screen and gave him a small smile. “That’s alright. Work is work,” is all you say.

He shook his head, reached for your hand across the table and held it. “No, I should have just sent it to voicemail. I told my assistant to field all of my calls because I wanted our night to be free of interruptions.”

You wanted to say something snarky but you held back. At least he didn’t cancel on you and he really tried to ignore his phone since you arrived. Acknowledging his effort, you relax your tense posture. “It’s fine. You’ve got a lot going on with the album and stuff. Besides, I never asked you to stop working on my account.”

“I know that,” he says quietly. “I just wanted this date to be perfect for you.”

You smiled softly at his sincerity. You then leaned in and reached up to brush some errant strands that fell over his eye. “Joon, if I wanted ‘perfect’, I wouldn’t be doing this with you.”

His breath caught for a moment before his mouth curved into a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He leaned in to plant a kiss on your lips.

It started off as a soft, melding of your mouths, which quickly turned into hunger. He cupped your face while you curled your hand around his nape to pull him closer. It was almost second nature.

He kissed you deeply, tonguing your mouth in that same leisurely, spine-tingling manner he did when he was between your legs. You once thought he could make you orgasm with his kiss–if you stayed at it long enough. Everything about him turned you on–from the way he looked and felt beneath in your hands to the way he would watch and touch you. He was always greedy for you and you were the same way towards him.

But you abruptly wrench yourself away, leaving him bereft. He tries to pull you back in but you pressed your hand to his chest to stop him.

“As much as I want to,” you chuckled. “I don’t think we should.”

Nodding gently, he backs away. “Are you sure that 5-date rule is non-negotiable?”

You threw your head back in laughter. “You proposed the 5-date rule–not me!”

His mouth falls open at your accusation. “Only because you initially wanted 10,” he nearly shrieks. “It was a compromise!”

Your stomach contracted amidst your giggles. “That’s right…laugh at my pain,” Namjoon says sarcastically.

On your last conversation, you agreed to go out on 10 dates before having sex with him again. He reluctantly suggested a mid-point. Ever since you both started messing around, every interaction with him always ended up with your bodies tangled up in bed.

This was going to be a difficult challenge–not just for him but for you, as well. You loved touching him as much as he loved his hands all over you. Physical contact between you was virtually essential whenever you met. But since you’d asked him for more, you also needed to find out if there was something else to this relationship other than the physical and sexual aspect of it.

“I’m sorry, Joon,” you apologize after finally catching your breath. “But I just think that we really need to try and spend quality time together…without actively fucking,” you reiterate.

He sighed then raked his fingers through his hair. “I know, I know. I’ll try to keep things under control,” he huffed under his breath before taking a long slug of his whisky.

“Thank you,” you say with a sympathetic tone before smiling at him.

The rest of dinner goes smoothly. Unlike what you had initially feared, conversation between you flowed freely and naturally–even when sex was out of the equation. Neither of you missed a beat, laughing and joking about anecdotes about your friends and work.

The evening may have hit a hurdle but you both got over it quickly. It made this effort all the more promising for you.

******

“Can I see you again tomorrow?” He asks when his car pulls up to your building.

“While I would love to say ‘yes,’ I have to finish up some things at the office…which will probably go into the night since the end of the year is right around the corner,” you say with regret.

You then stretch the kinks in your neck. “Plus, I really need to get a workout in. I’ve been putting it off too long.”

“What time do you need to head to the office?”

“My team expects me to be there by 11.”

His eyebrows twitched as the gears in his head started to spin. “Can I propose something to you?”

You purse your lips hesitantly.

“Now, hear me out,” he gently offers. You stared at him for a few beats then eventually acquiesce.

“What if you come by my place? We can work out together in the morning at the gym in my building. I can get breakfast delivered, it will be completely chill. Two hours, tops! You can bring a change of clothes and shower back at my place. Then we can head out together.”

You were already apprehensive about being photographed at his place but showering there? Being in a state of undress while either of you are in the same space? Your 5-date rule would go up in flames in a heartbeat.

He assures you that he would behave himself–even suggesting that you lock the door so he wouldn’t attempt to join you.

“Still though, wouldn’t that be…risky?” The dorms were more private when you used to meet and hook up there back then. You’d only been to his new place three times. The second time you were there, a photographer was hiding in the bushes. The record company had to buy their photos in order for them not to be posted onto tabloids.

The last time you were there was before Namjoon and his bandmates left for their most recent tour that just wrapped up. At that point, you’d agreed not to meet there again whenever he was back in town for breaks.

“Security is much better now,” Namjoon explains. “The loading dock out back was redone and it’s more private than it was before. It’s incredibly difficult to get a photo or footage of whoever is coming in and out of the building unless they hang from the street lamp or tree.”

“Don’t underestimate the will of a very eager photographer,” you say sardonically.

He shook his head. “I promise, it’s secure.”

“What about my car?”

“I can have a driver pick you up from here and bring you to my place. They can drop you off at your office, too.”

He seems to have an answer for all of your concerns, but you didn’t want to hog his driver’s time if he needed him. “Joon, I don’t–”

“It’s fine, really. When you’re done with your work, the driver will be at your disposal. I figured you’d be too tired to drive from downtown and back here.”

He had a point there. There were times when you wished your car would just drive itself especially on long days. “What about you? How will you get to work and back?”

“I’ll ride my bike,” he says simply. “So…what do you say?”

You roll your eyes. “Two hours and no longer than that, okay?”

He nodded emphatically. “I swear!”

You agreed and mouthed your thanks. Before stepping out of the car, you share a chaste kiss–a far cry from the tonsil hockey incident earlier this evening. You step out of the car and watch the black SUV pull away from the curb.

When you enter your apartment, your phone buzzes with a text. A smile crept on your face after reading it.

[Namjoon] 10:40PM: Car will pick you up at 8AM. One down, four to go! Sleep tight, beautiful. 😘

******

The company car was right on time the next morning. And just as he promised, the loading dock was practically fully enclosed. You felt more at ease after seeing it for yourself.

You entered the security code that Namjoon sent to you which activated the elevator’s keypad so you could push the button to ascend to his floor. That was another upgrade from the last time that you were here.

Shortly after you push his buzzer, you hear his front door click open. He comes down to the hallway, already dressed in workout clothes to greet you with a quick kiss.

“Did you find everything okay?”

“Yeah. You weren’t exaggerating about the new security measures,” you say after he pushes the door shut.

“We have a lot of high-profile residents so–the property managers stepped it up. It was a good move on their part. Besides, with the rent that we pay every month? Shit…should be worth the upgrades.”

“Are you ready to go?” You ask, clutching your water bottle and gym bag.

“Yeah–I just need to put my shoes on then we can head to the 5th floor, where the gym is.” He adds that you can leave your bag that contains your change of clothes and that his assistant would come by with breakfast all set up while you went about your workout.

******

Since you hadn’t been to the gym in a while, you weren’t planning on a high-intensity workout. You mainly wanted to be able to stretch out your muscles while getting a good sweat session in. Admittedly, part of that stemmed from frustration brought on by this temporary celibate period but you had to stay focused if you wanted things to work with him.

“What…the…hell…are you wearing?” He nearly punctuates every word in a low, husky tone.

You hadn’t noticed him standing right behind you after you hung your oversized zip-up hoodie on one of the hooks conveniently placed by the treadmill.

“Gym clothes?” You answer as if the issue wasn’t obvious to you.

He took another look at your sports bra. “There’s no way! That is a poor excuse for a top. You look naked!”

You laughed, not understanding what the big deal was. The top showed off a little more cleavage but it was the keyhole cutouts that sat strategically over the swell of your breasts and the criss-cross straps in the back that had him agitated. “You’re overreacting,” you say dismissively.

“And these pants? What the–”

You groan and roll your eyes. The matching high-waisted leggings had strategic stitching that hugged your curves in all the right places.

Ignoring him, you step onto the treadmill, your feet resting on the sides of the machine while you key in your settings on the screen. “Let’s just warm up, okay?” You say before sticking your wireless earbuds in and blasting your workout playlist. You set your phone into a secure slot then step onto the treadmill, starting with a brisk walk.

He poked his tongue against his cheek in annoyance. Scowling, he punches his settings into the machine next to you. Seconds later, he pulls his shirt off and tosses it haphazardly on the bench behind him before stepping onto the treadmill.

The view of his bare chest distracts you causing you to nearly miss a step, but you hold onto the railing and quickly recover. He gave a victorious smirk and began to increase his speed setting. You mirror him after hitting your stride and break into a jog as well.

Guess you weren’t the only one working out certain frustrations.

After twenty minutes you slowed to a stop, finally risking a glance at Namjoon, who was still running fluidly. He was watching the news on the mounted screen, but flashed a smile while you wiped the sweat off your face. Feeling parched, you took a swig from your water bottle and moved to the other machines, picking one that gave you a clear view of him.

Ten minutes later, he moved to the chest fly machine, making sure to keep you in his line of sight. You’d occasionally brush against each other when switching positions within the facility. You watched him work out quickly and efficiently. Thank goodness you had the gym all to yourselves this morning because you just kept ogling at him. He looked so…primal and it didn’t help that you also knew exactly what was underneath those shorts.

Shaking your thoughts away, you moved to pick up a yoga ball to do some crunches before you end your workout.

When you finish, you sit up and idly rock your hips while sitting on the yoga ball to cool down. Distantly, you hear the doors open while your playlist switches tracks.

The newcomer smiled as he approached. You see him linger a bit even after you acknowledge him so you pause your music and pull out one of your earbuds.

“Hi,” he greeted you, with a winning smile that showcased perfect white teeth. “Never seen you around here. Did you just move in?”

“No,” you reply. “I’m just visiting.”

He gives a small nod. “I’m Seokmin, by the way.” He extended his hand, and you shook it after giving your name.

Upon hearing his name, you knew he was familiar except you were a bit behind on your celebrity gossip so you couldn’t quite place him at the moment.

“So,” he began, “Are you here with company?”

“Uhm…” You scanned the room and Namjoon was nowhere to be found. You assumed he might have gone to use the gym bathrooms.

Without missing a beat, Seokmin continues to chat you up. “You know, they recently opened up a smoothie bar down at the lobby in case you wanted to check that out. There’s a separate code for that but I can give you mine, if you want?” He winked.

Just then, Namjoon appeared by Seokmin’s shoulder. “That won’t be necessary,” he said, coming around and behind you to slide his arms around your waist possessively. “I’ve already given my girlfriend permission to have full access to the amenities here.”

The word girlfriend reverberated in your ears. Though you were still working to establish your relationship, it still didn’t stop you from thinking that the distinction had a nice ring to it.

“H-hey, Namjoon,” Seokmin straightened and took a step back, then bowed. “I’m sorry, I had no idea she was with you.”

“‘S’alright. It's not like that's ever stopped you before, huh.” He says in jest, while smacking Seokmin in the arm in a bro-manner. Namjoon had a big smile on his face but you could practically hear the anger threatening to burst out of him.

“But we like to keep things private, so I trust you’ll be discreet about this? You know, a little quid pro quo?” Namjoon gave him a knowing look and an outstretched hand.

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in you and realization sinks in. Seokmin was a K-drama actor who was recently on the tabloids for cheating on his pregnant fiancee. Jia and Lani could not stop blabbing about it.

As they shook hands, you give Namjoon's arm a gentle squeeze in an effort to calm him. “C'mon, Joon, he was just being welcoming,” you say.

“Yeah, he’s very welcoming indeed,” he says with a hint of sarcasm. He absently hands you your sweater and water bottle.

His hair was soaked with sweat and his bare chest was slicked with it as well. He looked like a god. And you’d never known that a sweaty man could smell this good. Your dirty thoughts are interrupted when he slips his shirt back on and turns his attention to you.

His hands stroking down your arms, he says, “Ready to go, baby?” He didn’t wait for you to answer but you felt his lips on the crown of your head. “Catch you later, man,” he says curtly.

You smile politely and wave goodbye as you walk away. “Nice meeting you!”

Seokmin gave a tight smile. “It was great to meet you too.”

Namjoon muttered after you stepped into the elevator. “Fucking asshat. He wouldn’t stop staring at your tits.”

You lifted a shoulder noncommittally. “What can I say? They’re nice tits.”

He made a low growling noise. You stifle a grin to hide your amusement. That was payback for his little striptease earlier.

But he takes you completely by surprise when he slaps your bottom hard, leaving behind a stinging sensation through your pants. “Next time, I’m bringing an extra shirt to cover you up.”

“Since when has the way that I dress been your business?” You quipped as you got off his floor and entered his unit.

He caught your wrist while you both lingered in the hallway. “Since I made a promise to make you a priority,” he answered.

You blinked profusely in surprise.

“Look, I know I haven’t done the whole relationship-thing in a long time and I’m a little rusty at it. But I meant it when I said I’d work my ass off to keep you,” he says firmly. “And I’d appreciate it if you’d see that I’m trying my best here.”

A pang of guilt hits you and you turn apologetic. “You’re right. I’m sorry. And yes, for the record, I see and appreciate the effort you’re putting in,” you acknowledge.

“I don’t want anybody else so…you’ll have to forgive me if I start getting territorial.”

You returned his gaze. “Joon, I would never,” you say apologetically, referring to your little exchange at the gym with Seokmin.

“I know you wouldn’t,” he answered. “I just know him a little too well, unfortunately.”

He was well-aware of Seokmin’s messy behavior. Even so, Namjoon typically kept his head down. Seokmin was a big boy and it wasn’t like Namjoon to stick his nose in other people’s business. He only hoped that his neighbors afforded him the same courtesy.

Jerking his head sideways, he beckons you towards the kitchen and his face visibly relaxes. “C’mon, there’s a large triple mocha that’s got your name on it,” he smiled.

******

“So this counts as date number two, right?” He asks while he sipped on his iced Americano.

You scrunch your eyebrows after biting into a pastry and disagree. “What? All we did was work out! That hardly counts as a date,” you scoffed, downing the rest of your coffee.

“And now we’re sitting here, having breakfast and a conversation!”

You let out a disappointed sigh, “But a gym date, though?”

He laughed. “I thought that the whole point was for us to spend time together without actively fucking?” He arched a questioning eyebrow at you. He gestures at the breakfast spread that his assistant set up, “Wouldn’t you think that this counts as quality time?”

You pucker your lips, thinking for a few beats. Jia and her boyfriend considered sitting on the couch and watching their favorite show together ‘quality time.’

Sure, this may not have been like a date-date like last night but he was making a conscious effort to move things around in his schedule so he could spend time with you.

You thought back to the old days when you’d hang out in his dorm, sitting side-by-side on his bed while you read books. At that point, he only had a little over 12 hours before he and his band moved onto the next city for another show.

“You’re right,” you agreed. “Date number two then.”

He gave a small pump of his fist in triumph. “I’m glad you said that because you’ll probably hate me after I tell you this.”

“What is it?” In the back of your mind, you had a feeling that he probably needed to fulfill a company schedule locally or he had to jet off somewhere.

“After today, I have a packed schedule. I’m under a deadline to finish this album so we can get it mastered by the end of the month. Meaning,” he sighed heavily, his face faltering, “I won’t be able to see you again… for the next two weeks, at least.”

Hearing that made your heart sink but you had to be realistic. You didn’t want Namjoon to put you ahead of his career. All you asked for was to have a place in his life. Not just as a booty call or a fuck-buddy, but for him to be actually committed to you. Part of that was him being more open to you about his schedule, when he previously was evasive about it.

“I appreciate you telling me,” you replied. “Then we’ll just make plans whenever you’re done.”

“Y-you’re not mad?” He says tentatively.

“No,” you smiled. “I’d be pissed if you ghosted me for two weeks without telling me! I just want you to communicate.”

He nodded, “From now on, you’ll always know where I’m at. And…if for some reason I can’t get that message to you myself, I’ll make sure that someone in my staff tells you.”

Your heart soars, making you get up from your seat to sit on his lap–much to his delight.

Could you love this man more than you already did?

You curled your arms around his neck and captured his mouth in yours. “Thank you,” you say to him.

“No need to thank me. I want to do this.” He pinches your chin gently.

You sit in silence, just gazing at each other. The longer you stare at him, the more you seriously consider tossing out your 5-date agreement and letting him take you on his couch right this second. You wished that you didn’t have to go to the office today and that he didn’t need to go into the studio.

His thumb brushed over your lips and touched his forehead to yours. Inhaling sharply, he says, “Alright, I think I need a shower,” before gently sliding you off him. He had a pained expression on his face.

“Again?” Before you sat in his kitchen, you took turns in his shower. You trusted him enough that you didn’t need to lock the bathroom door. In turn, he stayed true to his word and gave you your privacy.

He rose from his chair. “I know. But I need a cold shower before we head out.” It was only then that you noticed him cupping his crotch.

“Oh my god,” your hand flies to your mouth. “I’m so sorry…” You say as he tries his best to cover up his hardon.

“It’s fine. I’ll be done in 10,” he waves you off. You shout out more apologies while he waddles awkwardly to his bathroom.

The next two weeks would be difficult but you thought it might be a good break, considering being in the same room always cranked up the tension between you two.

The good thing was that Namjoon was being more open about how he felt. And while you were ready to scream out the L-word to him, you decided to save it until you felt absolutely sure that neither of you were going to drop the ball. You were making good strides by taking it slow and things were far better than they used to be. For now, you could rest on those thoughts and count the days until date number three.

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thunder & lullabies | ❤️

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You don’t think your eyes can feel any heavier. There’s aches coursing through your body from being on your feet all day. Cloudiness fogs your mind from trying to keep it all together. Not to mention the piercing screams of your three month old son wailing to his heart's content because he knows if he does, your husband or you will be right there to hold him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be giving in every time?” He suggests, the newborn settling nice and cozy in your husband’s strong arms after getting exactly what he wanted. He silences the cries into soft coos as he bounces back and forth regardless of the bags under his eyes or how exhausted he feels as well. “You know… maybe he just needs to cry it out.”

“With this headache I have,” you begin after sighing and leaning against the doorframe to your infant’s room, “I don’t think I can tolerate it any other way.”

To add to the pounding in your head, mother nature decides to play a cruel trick on you as lightning flashes through the sky, booming thunder following shortly after. It only takes a second to startle the newborn, alarming cries echoing throughout your small apartment and the cycle starts all over again.

Your husband exhales a heavy breath. You refrain from breaking down into tears. The autumn rains never lets up as the drops beat against the windows, the lightning jolts the sky, and the thunder, once again, startles your son.

“I’m. So. Tired.” He has nearly had enough as well, but he’s doing as much as he can to ease the cries. For the past few hours, the storm has caused an unsettled infant, which leads to exhaustion, a throbbing head, and more frustration than either of you imagined while trying to adjust to all the trials and tribulations begin new parents has brought about.

“Nothing’s working,” you pout, throwing your hands up and leaving your son’s room to head to the kitchen.

“Maybe some milk?” He suggests, following you close while keeping his voice a whisper. Any moment he has to calm the cries and bring silence, he’s going to take it. Even if it means only getting a few moments of peace between the booming echoes of thunder.

“We tried that,” you groan while reaching for the Tylenol you keep close by on the kitchen counter. If you don’t treat the migraine you’re currently suffering from, there’s no way you can make it out of this stormy night alive.

Another loud roaring of thunder follows a quick burst of light filling your dimly lit apartment. He jumps from the sudden noise, and now you aren’t sure if it’s your son or husband that’s more scared. The newborn bursts into screams and your head immediately responds with deeper pulsing of pain, right behind your eyes.

“Here,” you tell him, irritation evident in your voice. “I’ll hold him.”

He smacks his lips, but you ignore it, taking your son from his arms to hold him against your chest. “I was handling it.”

“I can hear the neighbors' complaints already.” The last thing you need in the moment is to see your elderly neighbor angry because they couldn’t fall asleep by eight p.m. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, you think, realizing you would do anything to be able to sleep. Or at least, get your son to sleep so you can finally relax after a stressful, long day.

Taking a seat on the sofa, you rock side to side to try to make the infant even the tiniest bit of sleepy. How can babies have so much energy to scream all day? Maybe they know something you don’t. The thought makes you smile while looking down at him, and soon your husband joins you on the couch.

“Hey, he’s calming down.”

“Shh,” you remind me to keep his voice low, flashing him a grin to keep from laughing.

“Sorry,” he whispers. A few moments pass in silence between the three of you. The thunder begins to grow distant outside, and the softer pitter-patter of raindrops against the windows feels almost soothing in the moment.

Suddenly, your husband starts humming. His head falls to your shoulder, his eyes resting over the newborn in your arms. Your son’s lids grow heavy as he fights sleep, but he seems to be enjoying the soft lullaby. It even seems to calm your headache in the moment, listening to the deep, yet gentle voice of the man you love. A smile forms over your lips, tiredness setting in as the night finally begins to settle down.

“Thank you,” you tell him, turning your head to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Thank you,” he replies, making it known it’s clearly a two-person job to get a three month old to sleep in a thunderstorm. You share grins between the two of you before he settles with his back against the couch, and you scoot carefully to rest against his chest. “Want me to turn the TV on?” he asks, knowing how much you love watching your scary movies during this time of year.

However, you shake your head softly against his chest. “No,” you sigh quietly, “I just want to listen to the rain.”

He understands it’s been a long day for the three of you. Wrapping his arms around you while you continue to cradle your son, he holds you close as each of you feel the weight of exhaustion due to a taxing day. A quiet sigh fills the air here and there, soft humming soon follows. He reaches to brush his thumb over his son’s forehead, watching him for a moment as he sleeps in your arms.

“Oh no,” you suddenly whisper, pulling the two of you out of the bliss of the moment.

His eyes grow wide. You give him a worried expression while biting your lip. “What’s wrong?” he asks, but it only takes him a second to regret the question as you whisper your strained reply with squinted eyes and the peace will be gone the moment either of you move.

“...I have to sneeze.”

#bts scenarios #marvel scenarios #call of duty scenarios #twilight scenarios #harry potter scenarios #jungkook scenarios #loki scenarios #nct scenarios #got7 scenarios #monsta x scenarios #stray kids scenarios #harry styles scenarios #ghost scenarios

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can you do a plus size little who’s embarrassed about regressing. so they never do, or try to hide it as best they can. but steve (rogers) knows about their regressing and is just waiting for the right time to let them know. the reader is embarrassed and fights him off not wanting to admit they are a little. but steve just accepts them with open arms and is just super sweet, babying them the way they deserve to be babyed? just all sweet and stuff? thanks!!

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Steve Rogers x Little!Plus Sized!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks of self “hate”, feeling invalid as a regressor, self deprecating talk, talks of past fat shaming, Steve squashes all bad feelings, and thoughts, as best he can, some angst, more fluff than anything though (I think)

Notes - As a plus sized person who struggles when regressing, and feeling valid as a regressor, I truly hold this story very close to my heart. In this fic the avengers live at the compound, and everyone is sort of a little or a caregiver, basically being a little and/or a caregiver is normalized!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, as well as this blog, SFW.

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“Y/n come on.” Wanda whined, walking towards the kitchen, dragging her feet as she looked at her friend.

“Wanda I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/n laughed, now standing at the kitchen island, watching as Wanda began to get everything she needed to make a sandwich.

“I’m just saying.” Wanda paused, looking up from her plate, giving a knowing look to Y/n. “You love watching movies with me and Peter, and you own a bunch of colouring books.” She pointed out.

“Hey!” Y/n scoffed, shaking their head in disbelief. “I watch movies with you two to spend time with you! Plus the colouring books are adult colouring books, okay?” They reasoned.

“The colouring books may be ‘adult’ colouring books, but you colour with crayons.” Wanda chuckled, placing her ingredients on her bread, taking a quick bite before cleaning it up.

“Wanda.” Y/n snapped, causing Wanda to look right at her. “I am not a little, please get over whatever is causing you to push the subject.” Y/n said, walking off and towards their room, leaving a shocked Wanda in the kitchen alone.

Wanda had never meant to pry, but she wanted Y/n to feel comfortable talking to her about whatever they were, or were not. Secretly Wanda longed for another little friend, someone to play pretend with, someone to talk to about little things, but maybe Y/n just wouldn’t ever be that person.

- - - - - -

Y/n sat on their bed, the lights off, their rain noise and music on, tears streaming down their face as they held a stuffy close, the little turtle their only little item, the less they had, the less obvious their regression would be.

Y/n meant to tell everyone they were a little, but when they walked into the compound for the first time they felt so isolated already, everyone was nice and friendly, but no one … looked like them. Y/n was an asset in the field, absolutely ruthless on missions, but they had to earn their respect more than others because people doubted their abilities, they just didn’t want to have to add on the fact that they regressed. Every regressor was small, the perfect weight to be picked up, or snuggled like a baby, and they didn’t think they were, they just felt out of place.

Steve, Captain America, Mr ‘can stop a helicopter from FLYING AWAY with one hand’, did not feel the same way. He thought Y/n was the sweetest person ever, their willingness to help drawing him towards them. They were just kind and nice and shy, and he wanted to pick them up and put them in his pocket, something he was capable of doing.

- - - - - -

“Y/n?” a soft voice called out, breaking the seemingly calm ‘silence’ Y/n had created.

“No here.” Y/n called back, pretending to not be there, hiding under the covers.

“Oh.” Steve chuckled. “Y/n’s not here?” He asked, playfulness dripping from his words.

“No.” They called it again.

“Well, I guess I’ll give this new turtle stuffy to Wanda then.” Steve sighed sarcastically, getting ready to close the door.

“What?” Y/n asked, sitting up straight, pulling the blankets off of them, their hair a mess, staring at Steve, searching for the turtle stuffy.

“I bought this turtle.” Steve said, holding up the small stuffed animal, the turtle a dark green. “Because he matched the one I found in the laundry room a few days ago.”

Y/n’s body heated up with embarrassment, their turtle, the matching light green one, had been left in the laundry room, for only an hour, they were a good stuffy parent, they just may have forgotten him for a few minutes. They hoped no one had noticed, but clearly someone did. “I's.” Y/n covered their mouth with a hand, eyes going wide, realizing their words were slurred, their mind trying desperately to grasp onto any big headspace they could.

“Y/n I know your a little.” Steve admitted, walking further into their room, sitting on the very edge of their bed, the new turtle now beside him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his words laced with subtle hurt.

“I’s embarrassing ‘s all.” They admitted, wrapping their blanket around them tighter. “No one c'n pick me up like Wan's 'nd Pete, i's embarrassing.”

Steve chuckled, talking before his laugh could send Y/n spiraling. "I can pick you up." He said, his eyes meeting Y/n's, theirs filled with tears. "Come on." He sighed, standing up, gesturing them too as well.

"No, you'gonna drop me." They pouted, their arms crossed over their chest.

Steve just shook his head and smiled, walking towards them before placing his arms under their legs and lifting. Y/n's arms instinctively laced around his neck for support, a small "EEEP." Escaping their lips as they were lifted off the bed.

"See?" Steve asked, now standing straight, Y/n held against his chest, his hand smoothing over their head to calm their messy hair. "I can pick you up, Bucky can pick you up, I'm ninety percent sure Sam could pick you up, Thor, Hulk, Loki, we all have insane strength Y/n, you don't have to hide from us." He smiled, Y/n's eyes still brimming with tears. "Even if you can't, or don't want to, be picked up, that's okay, you're still allowed to regress." He cooed, wiping a few of their tears away.

"But -"

"No 'but''s okay?" Steve said, readjusting Y/n before continuing. "You're a little, please stop hiding that okay?" He asked, a small pout on his own lips.

"Do y'promise to pick me up lots?" They pouted back, Steve breaking out in a smile.

"I will pick you up as much as you like Y/n, all the time if need be." Y/n let their head fall to his shoulder as he spoke, a satisfied smile spreading across their face.

- - - - - -

A few days pasted, Steve and Y/n hanging around each other more often, Y/n slowly getting used to regressing in front of someone. Y/n seemed to get super shy when regressed, not something so off their usual behavior, but Steve worried they wouldn't want to go anywhere but their room when little.

Until one day they just briefly mentioned colouring with Wanda, an activity they had been waiting to do forever. "Wanda?" Steve asked, Wanda lifting her head from the dining table that was covered in colouring books and crayons. Her gaze met Steve, with Y/n in his arms, them giving her a small wave before turning their head into Steve's chest. "Can Y/n colour with you?"

"YES!" Wanda yelled, jumping up and down in her seat as she placed some crayons in front of the chair across from her, sliding a colouring book over too.

"Y/n I'm going to train with Bucky for a bit okay?" Steve smiled, placing Y/n down in the chair and kissing the top of their head. Y/n just nodded at his words, their hands reaching for the crayons.

"I knew it." Wanda whispered under her breath as Steve walked away, he heard, Y/n didn't. He smiled though, proud of Y/n for finally breaking out of their shell, finally feeling safe enough to regress publicly, even just regress around him.

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#steve x little!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x little!reader #steve rogers age regression #steve rogers x little reader #little reader #little space

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Hi can I request a Tenya Iida x male reader who behaves like a mix of Inosuke from Demon slayer and Black Star from Soul eater (While having Beast Breathing and Water Breathing power ) and everyone is how the heck can a relationship like this work Tenya is so tule following and uptight and Male reader is so loud,wild , arrogant but heroic and would not know a rule if it punch him in his face. You can also add dating fluff of your choice and if you chose to write this do it in headcannons or any format you want.

it’s odd. very odd for tenya iida to actually love a rule breaker. everyone thought that it surely wasn’t possible.

“let’s go! time to kick some villain butt!”

[name] yelled with a giant smile on his face. his special swords, he called them ‘nichirin’, were raised high in the sky shining in the bright sun.

“please, [name],” iida expressed concern for his overly extroverted boyfriend to come down from the palm tree he easily climbed up on, “don’t make yourself a target! we’re fighting actual villains here! we don’t have time to fool around!”

[name] hummed and peered down at iida. his smile turned into a lopsided grin, “oh come on, tenya…” the [h.color] haired male waved his swords proudly in the sky as he declared, “no villain can kick my ass because I’ll do all the kicking first!”

iida signed and prepared himself for [name] to jump out of the palm tree and go looking for villains. “Let’s go!!!” [name] cheered and jumped off the tree just like iida predicted.

and together they definitely kicked some butt.

…….

“there’s no way,” kaminari said, staring at [name] who stood in line teasing midoriya for something probably silly. the lightning bolt slurped on his drink loudly and brought his attention to iida.

the blue haired male was eating his lunch peacefully listening to uraraka’s talk about classes.

kaminari looked over at kirishima who was happily digging into his own food. he just had to ask his friend, "hey, kirishima, why do you think iida and [name] are together, they are....so opposite from each other."

kirishima looked up from his food and swallowed the rice from his half empty bowl. then he hummed, "that's a good question, but i'm not sure. maybe [name] can be calm and thoughtful when the time is right. either way, who wouldn't like a manly guy like [name]?"

"he's not manly," bakugo grumbled as he slammed his food on the table hearing talk about his least favorite person in class, "he's feral like he was raised in some forest with animals."

kaminari nodded his head, “yeah I agree with bakugo on this one. [name] is so out of touch with how the world functions, you know?”

“and how do you know how the world functions? you short-circuit whenever you use too much of your quirk all at once,” jirou took a jab at kaminari and the boy cringed. “whey~” jirou egged him on as she mocked his appearance after using his quirk too much.

kirishima turned in his seat to address iida himself. swallowing his mouth full of food, kirishima asked, “hey class president, why is that you like [name] so much? kaminari wanted to know.”

iida visibly blushed and set his chopsticks down gently. “[name] and I are childhood friends. we spent a lot of time together and well, we know what we like and dislike. he takes care of me really well and is always attentive. plus his breathing forms help out as a huge distraction for me to come up behind any villain.”

“doubtful,” bakugo scoffed and shoved more spicy food into his own mouth. his chin resting on his free hand. “his stupid breathing forms are just that and his self centered attitude can get any one of us in a shitty situation. don’t be so dense as a class pres just because that stinky dog is your boyfriend.”

iida seemed disturbed by bakugo’s speech, but didn’t say anything. not that he had too because [name] arrived with a questioning look. “tenya, is something the matter? you look less happy, oh!”

[name] dropped his tray of various meats down and pulled out a carton of iida’s favorite drink out of his school blazer’s pocket. “maybe this’ll cheer you up! I got you orange juice! I’m the best boyfriend ever, right?! I remember you saying long ago that orange juice is essentiapuly fuel for your engines!”

iida smiled and took the drink happily from his partner with a grateful thanks. midoriya sat down next to uraraka and said, “it’s ‘essentially’ and yeah, he dragged me along with him to get the drink. he wouldn’t let up about how great he was for getting it.”

“best believe I’ll remind everyone how great I am, Dokoku Hadoriya! tell them iida, I am the best of the best! no one can beat me!” [name] puffed out his chest and set his hands on his waist while letting out a deep roar of laughter.

iida laughed along and patted the empty seat next to him, “yes you indeed are the best, [name]. now let’s eat before your food gets cold.”

.............

During All For One v All Might

“bakugo is right there,” midoriya stated to his friends in terrible disguises and he looked at them for their next move.

“Yeaaaaahhhh,” [name] nodded his head aimlessly and put his hand under his chin in thought. ‘I wonder who I should fight first? burnt chicken nugget, mosquito, or all of them? YEAH! I’LL GO AND DO THAT!”

a hand grabbed onto [name]’s shoulder firmly keeping him in place and he looked next to him to see his boyfriend hold him back. [name] grumbled under his breath and slouched in defeat knowing he wasn’t going anywhere now.

iida side glanced at [name] before removing his hand and addressing the other four, “we need to come up with a plan to get bakugo out of there. we have our quirks to rely on and-”

“Iida,” todoroki cut the blue haired male off, “where is [name]?”

just four seconds and [name] was already gone! iida and the rest panicked when they peeked back onto the scene where they watched a [h.color] haired male laugh at the face of one of the strongest villains in their generation.

“oi! buchakogo!” [name] turned his back on All For One and pointed his nichirin blade at bakugo’s face, “don’t worry, the king of the mountains is here to save you!” [name] posed heroically with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out with pride.

yet iida’s eyes widened in surprise when [name] glanced at him for a quick second. iida’s hand reached over desperately for midoriya’s shoulder, “h-he’s distracting the villains for us. we- we have to go do something before-”

“you idiot! why the hell are you here!” bakugo shouted at [name] and the two boys got into a heated argument dumbfounding the villains around them.

“stop your whining, pissant crybaby! we’re here to save you!”

“we?”

[name] grabbed the front of bakugo’s shirt and the front of his pants with a giant smile on his face. he picked up bakugo with his incredible strength and shouted with laughter, “have a safe flight, buchakogo!” [name] spun around with bakugo and threw the ash blonde boy high into the air.

Bakugo nor did the villains catch todoroki’s ice ramp and the rest of the students in time to stop the rescue mission. [name] wiped his hands proudly and he turned around to face all for one with a smirk. His hands reached for his twin swords strapped on his back. “Finally a worthy opponent to- huh?”

Something wrapped around [name]’s torso tying his arms down his side and he looked down to see it was rope. Then he looked back up at the sky shouting, “oh come ooonnnnn!”

[name]’s angry words echoed throughout the field and he was pulled into the sky where his friends flew off into.

.......

Headcanons

[name] does not understand social cues

iida is no help either so they’re basically block heads

[name] can defeat bakugo in a 1v1 (without enchanted sword mode)

both his swords have a name..."tsu" and "baki"....together they are "tsubaki"

[name] is extremely flexible with his body and it freaks iida out with him saying, "stop that! you shouldn't put your body in those positions!" "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA"

iida has to ask [name] to slow down when he talks because he starts growling out instead of making sense.

One time, [name]’s odor was so bad, the bakusquad watched as midoriya, iida, and uraraka struggled to give [name] a forced bath

[name] hates bath time, he's like a cat in water

during the usj arc, [name] called out shigaraki for having chapped lips dubbing him ‘crusty’

[name] has broken 8 phones already, he prefers for people to shout for him if they need him

iida always wakes up with an orange juice box on his nightstand

[name] is incredibly stupid when it comes to academics, but his strategies for battle are insanely strategic for someone who thinks he’s the king of the mountains.

aizawa finds it easy for him to calm [name] down in class by giving the kid some beef jerky to chew on during lectures

the first time [name] broke his phone was because it “shouted” at him (the alarm was going off)

[name] and iida are terrible dancers. iida just shimmies around and [name] angrily poses while he squats up and down

iida appreciates that [name] asks him for help on his homework, but gets disappointed when the teen rips up the paper out of frustration.

iida was the first one to teach [name] how to spell his name

[name] mispronounces words some times, but midoriya helps out a lot with his japanese…”thanks dokoku!”

[name] always…ALWAYS makes an entrance! No matter what the situation is, he will announce his presence loudly for everyone to hear him, “the king of the mountains is here to kick some ass!”

eri innocently asks midoriya how the "scary wolf" is doing and he knows exactly who she is talking about

eri was afraid of [name] before but during class 1-a's song she saw how cool he was spinning around in the air like a fidget spinner being held up by rope and throwing candy for everyone shouting "im king of the moutains, worship me!"

yaoyorozu created the rope for iida to capture [name] so the loudmouth wouldn’t get injured or worse by the league

[name]’s a boastful boyfriend and iida will have it no other way

#x male reader #soul eater #male reader #my hero academia #iida tenya x reader #inosuke hashibira #black star

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madeupoflowers · 2 years

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What does this October have in store for you?🎃✨

Happy 👻SpoOooKy season🎃 my loves! I got a fun autumn-inspired pick a card for y’all. I hope to put up some more as soon as I can. In the meantime, I hope you find the message(s) that your soul seeks!

Piles 1-2 are the top row

Piles 3-4 are the bottom row

If you need guidance on how to choose the right pile, here are some techniques that I like to use:

If a specific thing(s) sparkes a pang of nostalgia or joy in you

If one pile “shines” brighter than the others

Close your eyes and think of a blank slate then open them quickly, which ever “jumped out” in that moment is the one.

It’s always a possibility to feel drawn to more than one pile and if that’s the case then feel free to read for them both! (Personally sometimes I’ll get an intutive message when Spirit/God wants me to read one pile before the other.)

Overall, it’s normal to doubt your gut or intuition at first but please know that practice makes things “perfect”. Don’t be hard on yourself over that! If no pile calls out to you, then that’s valid! There may not be a message here for you(or yet). I will try to add more piles in some of my readings down the line. Remember you all are special and so precious. If you doubt that I’ll have to go Italian mother on your ass and smack you with a wooden spoon.😤😊

Enjoy my lovelies!! 🐝💛🫡

🌬🤲🏻💋

Pile 1

(first deck: 2OW, 7OS, MAGI, KOP, CHRT, 4OW) (bottom: HP)

(second deck: AOP, 9OP, MOP, 7OP, KOC, 7OC) (bottom: AOW)

First off, I kept feeling confused and getting side tracked with a bunch of random things. I feel like you are gonna be preoccupied with making an important decision but keep putting the thought off by focusing on other things, like trying to procrastiante or pretend the problem isn’t there. For a majority of you I feel this is a decision that you have been dealing with completely on your own. I don’t feel that you have been telling anybody about this thing. It has something to do with a talent or skill that you have been working on or planning on perfecting. This thing has been a passion of yours for some time yet I feel there was always SOMETHING even if minor yet still so damn annoying, getting in the way. Pile 1, you’ve been nurturing and protecting whatever this thing is for a long time now. It’s likely there is some family member, or traditional structure that has a hold on you, that you’ve been hiding this from maybe because they wouldn’t stand by it. I just got a clear message that this is something that you know if you brought it to the family member(or whoever’s) attention in the beginning, they would’ve shut it down before you could finish. BUT, now that you have secretly and subtly been letting it grow and become a starting foundation, you are feeling like maybe this indivudal/establishment will be more willing to listen. Yet I still feel that you should protect it a little while longer I keep hearing “not yet, almost there! Not yet though.” in a supportive and calm tone. This is for a small portion of you but it needed to come out, this voice was a male’s voice and I feel it could be an uncle(??) or male spirit guide. This idea could’ve been something that a loved one(possibly now deceased) had sparked in you at a young age and you have fiercely believed in it since the seed was planted, now you have been actively been watering and protecting that seed and it has grown into something full of potential. I got to say bluntly, you absolutely need to stand strong in the face of this intimidating person or company/establishment because I feel if you go in with full confidence and passion for this idea or skill of yours, I know damn well people will climb on board. I see someone speaking passioantly and with their hands in front of higher ups and the energy feels so hopeful and promising. I feel it may not be clear in front of you yet, but this idea/skill/talent of yours will bear fruits and a cause of great celebration! Pile 1, whatever this may be, it is promising but you need to believe in it in first, then the rest will follow.

Channeled messages: swimming pool, alps, chlorine smell, late mother, cool breeze, “goddamn right you should be scared of me”, striking, lamps with orange light, Christmas lights up early, pecans, “time bears fruit”(??), perfume(I smelled it but it left too soon for me to get down the exact scent), fleeting, mama deer with her doe, pies.

Pile 2

(first deck: 3OS, 8OP, EMPSS, THM, POP) (bottom: 6OS)

(second deck: THM, 10OC, 10OP) (bottom: 9OP)

Oh my loves. You have been going throught some shit. I feel it’s been a while now. You are really focusing on healing and getting your shit back together. Confidence is shining BIG here, this thing or person(I feel for most of you it’s multiple people) dragged you through the mud and guck and greatly damaged your self esteem and internal peace. There is a focus on a woman here, could be a Libra or Taurus(or have it dominant in her chart), who was a main cause of this heartache. I keep seeing someone taking anothers lover. This person took so much from you. Now you walk back with this little star(on the Rider waite Hermit card) which seems to be all you had but don’t fear, this is hope and potential for something so much better for your future and healing. This puny star is what's bringing all of the warm light to this dark and cold tunnel. You have a realization and awakening, I see a strong 3rd eye opening. You have shed your old skin and self, now you are gonna come back so damn strong and better than ever! Whoever or whomever broke your heart and threw it into swamp water is going to feel miniscule under your light. Lol I’m sorry I keep hearing that one iconic Madison line from American Horror Story, “Surprise bitch! Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.” It’s so snarky and humorous, FUCK I love it! You are really gonna be taking care of yourself above all and knowing your worth better than before. In October you are gonna officially be back and better than ever. Now go! Shine and raise Hell on those who have done you horribly shitty, my lovely and cheeky Pile 2s!! <33

Channeled messages: face masks, gasp, bumblebee, “there’s a snake in the garden”, gold leaves, bangle bracelets, chimes, kids giggling, smoke, 1040.

Pile 3

(first deck: KOW, 4OC, 3OC, 5OC, AOC, QOC) (bottom: JUDMNT)

(second deck: 6OW, POW, 5OW, KNOP, 3OC, JUDMNT) (bottom: DEATH)

WOW, of course there is always such an intense pile in every reading!

To start, a lot is happening for you, let me start there so pardon if a lot of these messages are a little overwhelming(I do feel it’s your energy too). You will have a lot of eyes on you because recently you went through a glow up or some massive change especially physically. It makes you stand out in a good way! You appear so desirable and attractive that a few people will want to make moves yet I don’t see you feelin’ them and wanting to care for the offers. Friendships and gatherings, going out on the town is a big focus this October. I see someone ina bathroom getting dressed and laughing loud with friends. Yet, I feel there is some bitter or petty conflict between 3 friends specifically. I heard “someone said the wrong thing.” and it will break these three friends apart. I do see 2 people staying behind since in the 5 of cups, only three cups fell over(and notice 3 cups are a main focus in this reading hence the significance of the number 3), yet 2 cups stand tall. Yet, though there are 2 people hanging out in the background still being there for you, I feel truly, that the “3 spilled cups” were your most important or emotionally close connections hence the pain and feeling like nothing else can matter since you are so sad and disappointed. But no fear, someone will want to come back for forginvess and it feels like sad and genuine, this may be a female friend or a water sign(or water sign female friend). It’s likely that this was the friend you were so bonded with and this will be a massive shift and permanent trasnformation in your guys’ bond and I feel it being stronger than ever. The other 2 people are fading out and like people walking down a street and getting smaller and smaller until you can only make out specks. I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear. For a very small few of you, it could go the other way around, when instead its 4 friends coming back but you not taking back the last person and forever cutting them off, but this energy is not as prominent yet I do feel it will apply to a handful of those who chose this pile. Yes, It’s a bittersweet month I must admit, yet I do see you becoming so strong and going through a massive shift in maturity and knowledge. Who you are now versus who you will be by the end of October are COMPLETELY different individuals. Trust me that is a blessing in disguise. Those who left don’t deserve to be apart of your growth and success. Be gentle with yourself. You are trying your damn best despite the shit thrown at you and I know you got this Pile 3, you are a badass, I know it. Don’t doubt that shit, you got me? Okay.

Channeled messages: charcoal eye liner, Ancient Egypt, darker complexion, knights and the round table, foggy nights, desperation, clicking of a phone keyboard, “quiet as a mouse”, Sana.

Pile 4

(first deck: 7OC, KNOS, KNOW, THEWRLD, 6OP, TEMP) (bottom: KNOP)

(second deck: TEMP, 4OP, STREN, 2OW, POP, MAGI) (bottom: QOS)

Well goddamnnn y’all it’s gonna be one hell of a busy October for you LMAO. There are sooo many options or opportunities CHARGING in to the point you may be like “Yo, woah holy shi- slow down!”. You will feel a need to pull back and analyze the things being thrown in your lap just to take it all in. It could be job opportunities or romantic I can’t figure it out for some reason the energy is not letting me know exactly what these are all about! Get ready for a lot of decision-making since whilst these options came in, they can leave just as soon as they came so take a little time to think but not too much time! I’m hearing that you shouldn’t be afraid to try multiple things before making a final decision, it may help you make the right one! I am seeing these opportunities/options are your manifestations, I see you wondering where the hell your manifestations are and when they will come in(“if ever” I heard in my head so I feel I got some skeptics in here) but SURPRISE!! October is the month that all comes in. It’s been a long time comin’. I keep hearing a voice speaking in some Southern drawl or accent so maybe you are from the South or have that accent, have a guide who is or was, etc. Though I feel you will get overwhelmed so do try to prioritize taking deep breaths, drinking lots of water, and actually sleeping and NOT relying on coffee to keep yourself sane. Yes, that's a very personal and specific message for one of you(glance glance). I know it’s gonna be a lot but know you can handle it, you will since I see you making up your mind on what of these options you feel you truly want and then enthusiastically giving them a chance or taking them. You are sharp Pile 4, I can feel it. I am getting lots of Air energy specifically Aquarius. Good luck y’all, I know you are gonna be so wide-eyed when you see all of your desires come barging through the door BAHAHA. Love ya!

Channeled messages: Aquarius, Looney tunes, cartoon eyes out of head, “there's a fire inside me that eats personality types… - Lilith by Halsey”, cherry chapstick, tasting, orange puff Cheetos, first kisses, candy isle, the blast of wind when walking into a store(if you know what I am trying to describe), shaking ground from a loud concert, bass guitar, new pet, eye to eye, heart doing cartwheels, Olivia, Martin, Coldplay, 49.

#astrology #pac #pick a card #tarot #2022 #love #manifest #riderwaite #1111 #fortune #october #octoberpac #readings #madeupoflowera #Spotify

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