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mrs-weasley-reid · 28 days

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Sweet Addiction

Spencer Reid x bau!reader

Summary: Spencer always felt afraid you'd be too sweet for him. Turns out, you were just the right spice he needed.

Warning: Fluff with a pinch of spice.

A/N: an alternate narrative draft of my other published draft, Regrets Sting... enjoy✨

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Spencer found you saccharine.

As a colleague, a friend, and... an enchanting woman.

He spent most of his days hypervigilant, careful not to fall for your tempting, bright smiles and witty jokes.

He watched you smile warmly to each and every family of the victims you'd ever encounter. Spencer would never stop bragging about his high intelligence, but somehow, he couldn't figure you out. You were a beguiling force to behold, an enigma of kindness and walking epitome of apricity.

Spencer loves everything about you. He loves you. He was obsessed with you. Craved your presence. Greedy for your attention.

He was afraid that whatever feelings brewed in his chest were going to ravage you. Afraid that he'd ruin a beautiful art due to his impulsivity.

So he chose friendship. He had to, or else...

He became your motivator. Your stimulus. Your best friend.

He was there for you. He was there when a case became too heavy. He lent you his day off. He became your personal therapist, listening to all your vents in the hopes that it would stop the nightmares just for one night. He kept you company, reading a book to you until you drifted off to sleep but left as soon as he tucked you in.

And without you, or him, knowing, he fell for your addicting sweetness all over again. Spencer Reid was in love with you.

He felt guilty. Falling for you right after being in love with someone else because he wanted to avoid falling for you. Even Spencer couldn't make sense of himself. It was a mind-boggling conflict.

And yet, Spencer held himself back for as long as he could. He made himself believe that all he wanted was your friendship. Shoving his feelings into a box as if it were a dirty sin, he tried to keep a secret.

The deeper he fell for you, the more obvious it became to the team.

JJ figured it out first when Spencer put in too much effort to make you smile after a case that hit too close to home. You have been bland with everyone but not with Spencer. He managed to get you to laugh just by saying a couple of nerdy jokes. She knew, then, that you'd be the perfect match.

Emily and Derek noticed Spencer's smittenness at the same time. You were all on a case, and the unsub's victims disturbingly fit you. Spencer was protective of you and knew exactly how it'd make you feel. So he always kept you in his line of sight and insisted on working with you before Hotch had the chance to object. Of course, along with that was Penelope squealing about her suspicions that Spencer had a huge crush on you.

Rossi had a hunch. He saw Spencer's eyes light up every time you walked into any room, staring at you for as long as he could. One time, he saw Spencer organize your case file in the way you preferred: written detailed descriptions instead of photos. And he suspected that Spencer had done so since your first day with the team.

Hotch? He always knew but kept his mouth shut. Spencer went to him for any type of indirect romantic advice. Spencer was experiencing childish love, so who was Hotch to ruin it for the boy genius?

And so it goes...

JJ would ritually give Spencer new, interesting facts about you. Emily would become suggestive whenever you made Spencer his daily cup of sugar with drops of coffee. Derek would flirt with you whenever he caught Spencer staring at you, then report to Penelope about the progress in their project: get Spencer to confess. Rossi, at times, pulled Spencer back from his trance whenever he started to malfunction because of something you did that made his stomach flip. And Hotch was Spencer's go-to companion. Vaguely describing his feelings for you in hopes that the unit chief had some sort of advise in return.

So he could only imagine the heartbreak when you arrived one morning with an unfamiliar scent of shampoo and a giddy smile as you walked in with the precinct's detective.

He immediately expressed his disapproval. Of course, you were confused about it. What was worse was you didn't know why. And worse than that was Spencer couldn't tell you why.

Or so he thought.

"I don't understand why you're making a big deal out of this," You walked into an interrogation room.

"Just because Det. Lohan is an old friend of yours does not mean he can be trusted. You haven't seen the guy in years. I think it's safe to say that sleeping with him was not a smart choice." Spencer wanted to smack himself for his poor choice of words, but he'd rather you lecture him than spend more time with the detective that still lingered on your hair.

You laughed, not taking his words personally. "Spence, I'm a woman with two guns dangling on each side of her hips. I can take care of myself." You took his worry into account and yet made your decision clear.

Out of nowhere, Spencer pushed you by your hips against the door. You gasped out of shock, a dangerous sound that rang in his ears.

"Still think you'd be safe?" Spencer could barely look at you. He didn't know what he would do if he did.

"You're making him sound more dangerous than he is. This is clearly not about keeping me safe. What's going on? You know you can always talk to me." Your voice was like honey. It was sweet and kind. You had no doubt, no suspicion. You trusted him too much. You were too sweet on him.

Spencer released a sharp sigh. He really had no other choice, did he? "I'm in love with you," He muttered under his breath but loud enough to tickle your ear.

Your expression changed. You took time to read whatever his eyes could say, but you came up with nothing, "Spence... you already rejected me. You said we're better off friends. You said you weren't attracted to me." You kept your tone unfairly soft, filling him with guilt.

"I lied, okay?!" Spencer was losing his cool. How much you affected his mood was beyond torture.

"Well, that's not fair... I was in love with you. Told you how I felt." Your face was sullen. "And what? I'm supposed to just take you in my arms because now you want me?" You gently pushed him, looking down on your feet. "I'd like to be alone, please." You were firm with your words, hurt lingering under your breath.

"Was?" Spencer queried.

You looked back up, "What?"

He stepped closer, "You said, 'I was in love with you.' You're not anymore?" Spencer's eyes bore into your very soul. It felt like he was interrogating you with a different charge of crime than a few seconds ago.

"That's not the point," You barely managed to sound in control. His entire demeanor changed, focusing on one phrase.

"You don't love me anymore?" Spencer moved closer, leaving nothing but his breath between the two of you. He quickly glanced at your lips, then stared at you once more, making sure you saw what he just did.

You subtly gulped, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat. "What are you—"

"Say you still love me, and I'll kiss you," It was as if every restraint Spencer had finally snapped the longer he was alone with you. He has been restricting himself from every inch of you, after all, despite you being unaware of it.

You shook your head, lifting your chin up, "I'm really not in the mood to play games with you, Spence. Why can't you just leave the entire thing alone?" You hoped he couldn't hear how loud your heart was beating right in your ear.

Spencer's eyes soften. He drooled at the sight of your lips, leaning his forehead on yours. Spencer closed his eyes in desperation, "Please say you love me so I can kiss you..." He begged in a small whisper.

A lot of possibilities and doubts flooded your senses, but only one thing rang in your head.

"I—" You didn't get the chance to say it. Spencer's lips were already attached to yours.

Your mind went blank, and your knees turned weak. If he hadn't wrapped an arm around your waist, you would've long fallen on the floor and ruined the euphoric moment you were in.

His kiss wasn't anything like you'd imagine. Nowhere near the gentleness you've known him to be. His kisses were desperate and eager.

Spencer pressed your back against the two-way mirror, harsher than when he'd pushed you against the door. The loud thud echoed in the entire room. His kisses became hotter and hungrier by the second.

And just as his lips were about to trail down to your jaw...

"Uhm—"

You froze at the sound of the speaker sending feedback, lightly tapping Spencer to abruptly stop.

"Sorry... But, uh, the interrogation room's actually not empty. At least not on our side." JJ spoke from the speaker.

You bit your lower lip as you tightly closed your eyes, "I know I'm going to regret this, but who's with you?" Your voice cracked from utter embarrassment.

The speaker spilled a chuckle all over the room, "You got room for another, sweetheart?" Derek could barely hold his laugh as he spoke.

"Count me in, too," Emily chimed in, creating another horrible feedback.

Spencer squinted at the mirror as if he'd be able to see them the more he stared at his reflection. You were glad your back was against, or else they would've seen how red your face became.

"Uh... Can you leave? Please?" You looked up at the ceiling. You couldn't even look at Spencer's face from the embarrassment you were feeling.

"Just don't make a mess. We still need to use the room for the unsub later." Derek teased.

"No promises," Spencer grinned at you, making your face heat up more than it already was.

Emily's amused laughter echoed, "Getting a little too pride of yourself there, Reid." Her voice went one-eighth octave lower. "I won't hesitate to beat you up if you do some dumb shit."

You waited for at least a minute to make sure that they did leave before you collapsed on the floor with your hands covering your face.

Spencer squatted in front of you and took your hands, intertwining your fingers. "Regret falling in love with me yet?" A playful smirk danced over his lips.

"Right now? I do. I really, really do." But you were too sweet for him. So you rolled your eyes, groaning in indecisiveness, "I really don't."

"Yeah," Spencer couldn't help but smile, "You really don't." He grabbed your face by the cheek and stole another kiss.

Spencer couldn't help it. You were his sweet addiction. And he'd keep it that way as long as you let him.

#spencer x reader #spencer reid imagine #ssa spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminalminds #fem!reader #spencerreid #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid fluff

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hwaitham · 4 months

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𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓽𝔃 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 ⋆ ࣪˖ 𓂃𓋜

al haitham x f!reader . sfw — fluff . established relationship ﾉ how to spend a sunday morning in love . . ♡ note : this is a sweet little ficlet based on a dream i had dreamt two nights ago :3 i apologize for any errors here — i wrote this in one sitting with love absolutely inundating me (∩´͈ `͈∩ ྀི) this is moreso catharsis for me than anything else !

it will never be more homely in al haitham's house than it is late on sunday mornings.

because it really doesn't get much cosier than this: the sumeru sun peeking through the open window to tip its hat and wish upon you a ‘good day!’, the bird-chime breeze whisking the sweet fragrance of ripened zaytun peaches past the curtains, the cuckoo clock announcing that it's prime time for elevenses.

“biscuits with your tea, haitham?”

“yes, thank you.”

what a delightfully dreamy sunday morning it is! today especially of all sundays past, where mottles of gold dust flit and float through the spiced air of his kitchen and you stand before him dressed in a sugar-icing pink frock.

he holds you in his eyes and a mug of chai in his left hand, fondling your fingers with his right, mindlessly thumbing over your ring finger.

al haitham searches for something that isn’t yet there.

and of course, you understand your lover without words. meet his gaze with a demure smile. quiet, fawn-eyed, clever. and you dare him to speak his mind with a pout of your lips, an enticing tilt of your head, a charming giggle that’s puffed out onto the junction of his neck before you give it a kiss— tugging at the roots of his heart in ways you know best, “whatcha thinking about?”

his lips twitch up into a curve at your feigned innocence because, oh, you know exactly what he’s thinking.

it's in this pas de deux that he finds such great joy, these games of push-and-pull that you play. he recognizes that perhaps he's weak to it— your whimsy and wonder, that you're still as coy as when first you met, and he melts underneath it as if he were cream on a cone.

you twirl twine round and round and round his soul to bind it to yours without even realizing.

“i'm sure you already know, habibti,” al haitham tells you: once spoken, once again with a playful tug of your ring finger, once more with the sealing kiss of an unspoken promise to your lips. the syrupy sweetness of his breath and his words are laid thickly on you, and your smile wavers the teensiest of bits as he sets his mug aside and encases your hand within his, raising it to his chest.

“still...”

your head begins to spin and your little heart begins to pound a little louder.

“won't you say it? please?”

so too does his.

there is a lot more vehemence in al haitham than you'd have guessed, and a great deal more than he has any idea of himself— for he's spitting the words out before you can even close your mouth.

but it is just such a tender sunday morning here in his kitchen and the sun is kissing your cheek and casting dancing shadows in the dip of your clavicle and your glass of iced tea is starting to tear up and you smell of harra fruit and white shores and green fields and everything pure in this world and good grief, he is just so in love with you.

“marry me.”

al haitham does not ask it of you nor does he command it of you— it is merely a breath (one that is slightly more wobbly than his pride would have foretold) of a burning desire that he wishes to will into existence.

“let me be your husband.” a delicate kiss is laid upon your ring finger. “let me make you my wife.” another to the one on your opposite hand. “let me make you the happiest girl alive.”

his words slice through your cake of a heart and bleeds it of its custard memories, tart lemony feelings that push a crinkle up your throat and behind your eyes. before he's given the chance to speak such uncharacteristically sweet words any longer, you throw yourself into his arms and steal from him a searing hug.

and it's not the colour of his hair that fascinates you (you do well to remind yourself that it is silver, not grey), nor the peculiar little way he's got about him. it's the form his eyes and lips take when he smiles at you, the shape his voice fills when he talks to you— how carefully, tenderly he crafts himself when it comes to you. it is all for you, entirely yours and only yours to see, to keep, to admire.

“i get to love you until the end of forever... lucky me.” your voice is a garbled mess of sniffles and hiccups but really, you can't help it.

love is inundating you and you can't help but weep in the middle of his kitchen on this fine sunday morning, where the sun blesses you with its light and the birds and chimes sing and the flowers on the sill dance for you and your eternal honeymoon love.

al haitham takes your face within the cradles of his palms, kissing your dewy cheeks and shushing your sobs and caressing you into a peaceful silence. “so… what say you?”

the giggles and squeals of children playing as they run past his house sound through the window and it makes you cling to him tighter, fists furling and unfurling in the linen of his sleep shirt.

how long have you stood, swathed in his sweet embrace like this? his chai is no longer steaming and an ache begins to wrap itself around your head from all the tears you've shed. though, you suppose it matters not— a moment is forever if it is spent in his arms.

“i'm sure you already know, haitham.”

#𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 ⑅˚˖ ݁ ˓ ෆ #alhaitham x reader #genshin x reader #al haitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x y/n #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles #genshin imagines #frens …. i jus . …….. .. …… 🥹#haitham ❤︎

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adelheidvonschicksal · 2 months

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Summary: You make for a good distraction when things get tough. Sukuna's fingers may be bitter, but your kisses are sweet.

Pairing: Itadori x GN!Reader

Tags: fluff, light angst, hurt and comfort, developing relationships, sfw

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The fingers of Sukuna are an ugly sight; burnt burgundy and twistedly decrepit, crowned with a pointed black nail that scratches at Itadori’s throat whenever he swallows one. The taste is even worse, akin to someone soaking an old cigar in cloudy mop water before clumsily preserving it in candle wax.

It takes all his strength to not pucker his face and dig his nails into the column of his neck whenever the soapy wax flavor hits his tongue. Every fiber of his body would react to reject the intrusion. The lingering aftertaste was another issue. He couldn’t erase it by scraping his tongue against his teeth; burying it with sweet or spicy foods after a mission only helped so much, leaving him to wait until it disappeared on its own as the hours past. He thought it would get easier every time; and for a while, it did.

Until it didn't.

He wanted to stop. But he couldn't stop, not after all this, not until he eats them all, not until he makes everyone's suffering mean something.

So, when he’s about to eat another finger after a grueling, emotionally draining late-evening mission, he braces himself.

As always, the flavor is waxxy, almost non-existent, then putrid when he accidentally bites down. His body knee jerks to react, gag reflex hiccuping and stomach bile rising to reject it, to tell him to spit it out. He closes his eyes tight and squeezes at his throat to loosen the straining muscles, begging his body to hurry up and accept it so it would end faster. Sukuna and everything that comes with eating these cursed objects. It doesn’t want to give in this time, and he squats as if it could help and also because he's so tired of this.

Suddenly, there’s a subtle sweetness, like fruit on the tongue, cutting through the taint. It’s an easy succor to chase and mold to while a comforting force travels up his neck and over his hands, gently forcing them to drop so it can replace them. This touch eventually settles under his bottom eyelids, smooth crescents drawing right along his cheekbones.

This taste is not exactly as strong as the sugar and spice that he normally uses to cover up the filthy flavor in his mouth but there’s something relaxing about the warmth that accompanies it and settles against his lips. Prayers answered, his clenching throat relaxes, allowing him to swallow, and his body quickly adapts to the new addition.

When the sensation stops, Itadori can finally open his eyes.

It’s you.

You’re here, kneeling in front of him and glowing against the dark backdrop of the night that you’re a little blinding to his lagging mind.

How could he forget that you came here with him?

There’s a soft silence flowing between you, and he only now notices that you’re holding his face. However, he doesn’t feel the need to make you let go as heat creeps up his skin and his heart begins to echo in his chest, temporarily numbing his mind from the sour aftereffects of eating Sukuna’s fingers.

“Better?” you ask with a small tilt of your head.

Itadori is caught off-guard by the question, feeling a bit dazed and more than a little confused.

“It’s…better,” he eventually mumbles so quietly that his voice gets buried under the breeze. “Thanks.”

His eyes drift lower on your face, finding your lips. He fights the blush threatening to overtake him as he takes in the reddish shine on your lips and pieces together what happened.

“Strawberry?” he hoarsely asks, half-jokingly and half because he feels as if he needs to say something, or else it would be awkward, wouldn’t it?

“Cherry, actually,” you correct with a tiny smile.

“Oh,” he exclaims, his cheeks still a pretty pink as he wonders if the kiss was something you wanted to do. He wonders why it made him feel so much better. He wonders if that would be something you do next time or if this was simply a one-off action thought of in the heat of the moment. He also wonders, for a moment, if he deserved it.

“Could you…” he begins then hesitates.

Is he even allowed to ask such a thing?

“Do that again?” He requests and shamefully palms at his chest for daring to ask for something so personal. “It’s uhm, the aftertaste.”

It’s partially the truth and partially because he wants to figure out why.

Nodding, you give in more readily than he expects and lean in to kiss him again. This time he dares to press the tip of his tongue against your lips, too nervous and confused to breach between them.

You’re right. It’s sweet, slightly tart, blatantly artificial, but so much better than anything else he can imagine right now. Yet he doesn't think it's the gloss causing his body to ease, if only a little.

When you pull away, he finds his mind finally catching up and blushes at the fact your lips are still so close to his. Exhaling slowly, he tries to ignore the dull ache still bubbling in his chest in exchange for thinking about the taste you left behind, the one that makes soft emotions emerge from his heart like a butterfly from its cocoon when he looks at you.

“Yeah…" he reinforces dreamily, letting the wind once again carry away his words, "It’s cherry.”

#itadori x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #jjk x reader #yuuji x reader #yuji x reader #gender neutral reader #hurt/comfort

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milesandcorysupermacy · 4 months

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miles with a hello kitty partner???

SURE, POOK! Btw I didn't know what miles u were talking abt so I just did 42 because I thought the personality contrast would be cuter, enjoy!

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"YOU LOOK GOOD IN PINK"

42!Miles x Hello-Kitty-Black!Reader

Genre: Sugar, spice, and everything nice 🤩

Warnings: Nun, just super cute!

Summary: Your mom finally let's Miles have a sleepover with you, the two of you participate in some hello kitty activities, but not without some convincing!

Miles has always had a soft spot for you, ever since your first day at Visions. You came in 10 minutes late, (You were trying to figure out how to put your hello kitty claw clip into your braids) and sat in the only chair available, the one next to Miles. Everyone else was so afraid to sit next to him after that incident with his dad, they all treated him like he was a ticking time bomb. Like even the slightest touch or wrong thing said would cause him to go off on anyone or anything. But you, you were different.

You sat down next to him, your triple pink dunks lightly tapping against the floor as you sat down. You turned to your left and saw a brown-skinned boy with braids. He was lightly tapping his pencil on the desk to the steady beat of 'Stay Ready (What A Life)' by Jhené Aiko & Kendrick Lamar. "Hey, I know that song." You gently say, trying to make conversation. The boy looked over at you, starstruck. If anyone else would've said that, he'd roll his eyes without missing a beat. But your pleasant smile with glossed lips, your eyelashes gently fluttering, and your shared music taste drew him in. He gave a flirtatious smile, turned to you, and said... "Really? Well I wanna know sum', what's your name, mama?"

Ever since that day, Miles never left your side. That was something you took notice of, but so did your mom. She never let the two of you have a sleepover, when you asked why she always said the same thing.

"That boy never leaves your side, in 9 months we're all gonna need jobs on the side."

This constantly made you roll your eyes, not every teenage girl is the same! But, no matter what you said, she never thought otherwise. So, you and Miles made a Google Slideshow with reasons why you two should have a sleepover. To your suprise, your mom actually agreed under one condition, it had to be at your house. So, with a little bit of convincing Rio, Miles was making his way over. As you were thinking about what the two of you were gonna do, he texted you.

My Big Baby 💞

Outside, mami.

Ok, coming down rn.

Read

You excitedly hopped out of your hello kitty, pink colored bed sheets. The pink LED lights illuminated your room, making you subconsciously even more excited. You speed walked out of your room, catching your mom's attention.

"Your little friend must be here."

"Mom, he's my boyfriend and has been for 10 months. But, yes he is here!"

You say before clapping excitedly and opening the front door to reveal Miles standing there with a pleasant smile on his face, plus two bouquets of eternal roses. One was a pink and white bouquet that resembles hello kitty, and the other with royal blue and white roses to match your Mother's kitchen.

"Hey."

He said before stepping into your home with you closing the door behind him, wearing the hello kitty slippers that he bought for you to wear around the house. He handed you your bouquet and you squealed excitedly, taking the flowers from his hand.

"Ahhh! Thank you, Miles!"

You say, hugging him tightly. He smiles as you pull him into an embrace, happy with your fulfillment.

"No problem, Cariño."

He walked past you, approaching your mom with the flowers.

"These are for you, Ms. L/N."

He said before handing over the 2nd bouquet to your mother. She took the flowers, but not before a lecture.

"Thank you, Miles. This bribe won't work, you still can't sleep in her bed."

Miles chuckled at that.

"No bribe, just an appreciation gift for allowing me to come over."

He said slyly, giving her his most charming smile. You started walking over to him, intertwining your fingers.

"We're gonna go in my room, mom."

"Ok, I'm ordering pizza."

You and Miles walk into your room, excitedly. He admires your whole room aesthetic.

"Mami, this room is somehow more pink than the last time I saw it."

"Well, atleast it's not depressing like yours."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He said before cooking his head to the side and putting his hands on his hips, something his mom also does a lot.

"Well, mine has color. Your room is just dark purple and black."

You say, also putting your hands on your hips playfully.

"Well, atleast mine doesn't have a cartoon character cult."

He says, before motioning over to your collection of hello kitty plushies and mean mugging you playfully.

"You do, a cult full of random action figures that haven't been opened yet, and just sit on a shelf collecting dust."

"First of all, those are limited edition, collectibles. And you know that, Miss Thang."

He says, holding a finger up and shaking his head side to side sassily. You two burst out into laughter before sitting on your bed. You checked the time and saw it was 6:51 pm. Which reminded you that it was about time to put on the matching pajamas you bought for the two of you.

"OH! Miles?"

"Yes, mama?"

He replied with his arm wrapped around you and tv remote in hand. You stood up, walking over to your dresser, opening your pajama drawer.

"I know you tell me to never buy you anything unless it's your birthday or Christmas, but I saw this and I just had to get it because it was just so cute, plu-"

"Where is this going?"

He said cutting you off, by the way you were trying to convince him he could already tell he wasn't going to like this suprise. You pulled out 2 pink pairs of hello kitty pajamas with kitty's face on them and red hearts. Along with that, there was 2 white shirts with kitty's face on them. Miles looked at the outfits in disgust.

"No."

"C'mon!"

You whined.

"No, there's no way you're gonna make me wear those pink pants right now."

"Fine, then I'll make you wear them later."

Miles opened his mouth to speak, but you decided to respond before he could add a sassy remark.

"Right now, let's do these face masks!"

You say, holding up 2 hello kitty face masks. Smiling, before walking over to him and grabbing his hand. Dragging him into the bathroom with you. Once you two make it into the room, you show him your routine.

"Ok, so first we're going to cleanse our faces, then, we're going to add toner, next a cucumber, hello kitty face mask, next a serum, and finally moisturizer."

"And what exactly is all this stuff gonna do? All I use is cleanser and moisturizer."

"Miles, I love you. But, shut up."

"Yes, ma'am."

He said, before holding his arms up in surrender. You playfully roll your eyes and squirt some cleanser onto both of your hands. You turn on the sink and lather up the cleanser on your hands, Miles does the same. You two lather up your faces and turn off the sink.

"Ok, what'd you say was next? This tone stuff?"

"Yes, Miles. The rosewater toner."

You grabbed the toner and sprayed it 3 times on your face and once on your neck. You began to rub it in with closed eyes. Miles grabs the toner and you hear the sound of the bottle spraying 7 times before you told Miles to stop.

"Miles! That's enough, jeez. That thing was like $28."

"You act like I can buy you another one, I don't care if it was $2,800."

You smirk at his confidence before grabbing the hello kitty masks.

"Ok, grab one!"

You say excitedly, before Miles sighed.

"You're so lucky I love you."

"I am."

You say before kissing his cheek, making him smile. You two take the masks out and he asks a question.

"How long is this supposed to stay on?"

"The label says 15 minutes."

"But it's cold."

He whines.

"Aw, do you want me to put it on you, my big baby?"

You coo.

"Yea."

He says before sitting on the toilet lid. You put your face mask on in the mirror, making sure that it's on right. After yours is on, you make your way over to Miles, straddling his waist before fully taking the mask out the package. You apply it to his face, but not without him squirming.

"Be still."

"It's cold!"

"It won't be in like 2 minutes."

"That's too long!"

You rolled your eyes and finished applying his mask after an extra 30 seconds of him whining.

"You wanna take a photo?"

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, mami."

You pull your phone with a hello kitty case out of your pink legging pocket. You open Instagram and take a picture, adding the caption 'Sleepover day with Bae! @milesdontgaf'.

You two walk into your room and watch an episode of TV to pass the time, guess what show.....Hello kitty! You two watched a 15 minute compilation of season 5 on YouTube. By the time the video was over the two of you walked back into the bathroom to take off the face mask. You told miles to rub the extra serum.

"Now it's time for the Vitamin C serum."

"World's longest skincare routine."

Miles muttered, you slapped his chest.

"Ow."

You applied 4 drops, one to each cheek, one to your neck, and one to your forehead. You did the same to Miles because he whined about not knowing how to do it (🙄). You both applied the moisturizer with SPF 15 and finished in time for dinner. Your mom told you that the pizza was here and you and Miles rushed down the stairs. You saw 2 boxes, one pizza for you and Miles and one pizza for your mom. You two grabbed your pizza, 2 apple juices, thanked your mom, and ran upstairs.

You opened the box to reveal a Hello Kitty shaped pizza. You gasped, squealing from excitement. Miles shook his head smiling at your reaction.

"Miles, baby! Look!"

"I see, mama."

You two ate the pizza and drank your juices while watching hello kitty. Once the two of you finished and threw away the pizza box, you got an idea.

"So, you still don't want to put on those hello kitty pajamas?"

"Y/N, no. I'm not wearing that pink shi-"

You waited outside the bathroom door with your hello kitty pajamas for Miles. You had convinced forced him to put his pajamas on. Once Miles walked out the bathroom, you smiled, hugging him and kissing his cheeks. You were so thankful that he would do anything to make you happy.

"See, you look good in pink!"

"Don't push it."

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Taglist: @we-loveebony, @im-miss-simp

#miles morales #across the spiderverse #atsv #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales fanfiction #42 miles morales #miles morales earth 42 #miles molares #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x reader #prowler miles #hello kitty #hello kitty lover #pink

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kiwisbell · 6 months

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kiwi's fic recs - volume one!

Hi, friends!! It's been a few months now since I came to tumblr, and in that time, I have read a lot of fics. Like, a lot. So, I thought it was about time I compiled some of my faves into some appreciation posts in order to show all of these amazing authors some much-deserved love!!!

This volume consists of all my October reads, to maintain some semblance of timeliness (and to give myself less of a headache!). I will be creating subsequent volumes, so this functions as a kind of trial run - for now, I hope you'll find something below that you enjoy. I can pretty much guarantee that you will!

You'll find my scrambly thots listed next to the -> under each fic. For instalments of series I've read in the past month, I've linked the masterlist, so you can find all the chapters in one spot!

Please see individual fics for tags and warnings. Not every work is going to work for everyone, and that's okay! A large proportion of these fics are 18+ only. Thank you kindly xoxo

JOEL MILLER

Thirsty --- @chloeangelic -> stepdad!joel fucks me in the kitchen?? oops i'm signing up -> this is quick and dirty and really fucking hot -> joel's characterisation and the writing in this fic is unbelievably sexy, what a fic omg!!!

punishment --- @joelsgreys -> beast!joel didn't work out, so we're getting fucked by lumberjack!joel (i am not complaining) -> i know you said you wrote this in one night but baby it does not come across that way like.. this is delectable -> i'm dressing as belle next year strawberry --- @joelsgreys -> self-indulgent fics are what we need more of in this economy!!! -> such a perfect one-shot injected with so much obvious love and care that you have no choice but to become obsessed

Divine Dynasty [series masterlist] --- @cavillscurls -> i'm obsessed with this series and with the new prequel, i'm in much deeper now -> you can tell mya cares so deeply about these characters and this world and every single sentence puts that across -> the writing in this series is so good and the dynamic between joel and reader is really special, everyone read this now pls Eyes On Me [joel x reader x tommy] --- @cavillscurls -> it's hard to sum up my thots when i've already annoyed mya with a huge reblog but this is so. hot. -> gorgeous gorgeous communication in this relationship and the aftercare is everything -> tommy can watch anytime i stg Someone to Lean On --- @cavillscurls -> joel miller braids your hair and eats you out -> need i say more?? Sugar & Spice [sequel to Soft & Sweet] --- @cavillscurls -> some of the best joel characterisation i've seen on this godforsaken site and i mean it!! -> just discovered i'm saving myself for joel miller -> such an entrancing read and with mya's writing that is no surprise

creep it real! --- @swiftispunk -> halloween specials will always have me kicking my feet but this is on a new level han -> my reblog was a little unhinged but i will be more composed here -> the dialogue is genuine perfection, the backstory we get on reader is so entrenched in the story (esp. for a one-shot!!), and the smut sent me to mars -> joel opens a beer with his belt buckle. will you read it now?? yeah, that's what i thought. your summer dream [series masterlist] --- @swiftispunk -> han already knows how much i love this series but i'll scream abt it here too -> this series lives in my head rent-free -> if you haven't read it, literally what else are you doing?? -> i've reread this a million times and it will never be enough

trick or treat --- @tieronecrush -> halloween!joel -> woody!joel -> me and sam screaming at each other in DMs about those huge shoulders in that cow-print vest -> a seriously gorgeous rumination on being a dad to two girls and the insecurities that come with getting older -> sarah and ellie being adorable, reader and joel being adorable, everyone being adorable hot & heavy [series masterlist] --- @tieronecrush -> can you tell i love sam?? -> she put out the bangers this month fr -> one of my favourite series ever

to freeze or to thaw --- @joelscruff -> absolutely stunning writing -> such a short and captivating fic with some seriously filthy smut (in the snow!!) -> made me feel like i needed to run away into the woods and find a slightly evil man to keep me warm -> this scratches every itch just right and in so little time.. i'm blown away

YOU'RE POISON, BUT A GOOD KIND --- @northernbluess -> i screamed about this fic in my reblog and in my DMs with el but this is SO FUCKING GOOD Y'ALL -> the desperation, the imagery, the smut??? screaming and shaking -> i am a sex pollen lover and i am not ashamed to admit it

Watch Party --- @sweetercalypso -> literally such a fun and creative idea!! and so hot too oh my god -> sign me up for a railing by poltergeist!joel Texas Hold 'Em --- @sweetercalypso -> strip poker babyyy -> bold!reader and bold!joel while we're at it!!

quit it --- @iamasaddie -> dear god the oral fixation -> psychological freudian smut is not what i expected this month but it is what i received and it is what i now crave

a lover's pinch [series masterlist] --- @hier--soir -> some of the most stunning writing i've seen on here -> so many references to academia and literature that simultaneously trigger me and make me horny -> the writing will fling you into the sun i promise -> an absolute must-read, perfect in every way

Something Bad --- @fettuccin-e -> kinktober: corruption -> i'll s*** his d*** anytime anywhere anyhow

made by hand --- @tinycozycomfort -> alex. writes. poetry. bitches. -> copying the comment i left in my reblog bc it sums up my thoughts about this fic -> this fic is a masterclass in brevity, emotion, smut—it's so good. everyone please read it immediately flowering --- @tinycozycomfort -> sub!joel yes please?? -> my first fic of alex's and i fell in love -> baby... the dialogue.... i was shocked. i was in tears almost

go ahead and cry, little girl --- @party-hearses -> actual poetry here folks -> ridiculously sexy but also ridiculously gorgeous writing like??? HELLO? -> so real about needing to have the feelings fucked out of you

never enough --- @amanitacowboy -> the dirty talk in this fic..... -> holy shit -> filthy and nasty and hot and perfect yupyupyup

a matter of time --- @cupofjoel -> made me cry -> absolutely stunning writing (but it's bea, what you u expect) -> a vulnerable and emotional joel is something we rarely see but is such a treat -> the ending!!!! i read this on the train so the ppl behind me got a good show body language --- @cupofjoel -> the first fic i ever read by bea and i never looked back!! -> so fucking HOT -> cameras? cameras.

love me better, kiss me back --- @bastardmandennis -> snowball kiss!!! -> i thought about this for so long after i finished it be my daddy --- @bastardmandennis -> my first introduction to lexi, and fuck what an impression -> huge huge fan of the writing style and the obvious care and dedication that went into this fic -> it's all perfect just read it -> dad!joel hehehe

Old Habits --- @wheresarizona -> such a palpable and genuinely sweet dynamic between joel and reader, plus fantastic smut!!

Sins of My Father [series masterlist] --- @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin -> angela indulging my sugar daddy fantasies tbh... -> *in stefon from snl voice* this fic has everything, protective!joel, sugar daddy!joel, infidelity

grab the bull by the horns --- @proxima-writes -> save a bull ride a miller!! -> i am SAT for male whimpering -> such a fun fic to read and the writing is so dynamic

my special toy --- @millerscoffee -> turned me into a rabid animal that needed to be put down -> the amount of daddy!joel i've read this month has changed me as a person

JAVIER PEÑA

When You Wish on a Shooting Star --- @mandoisapunk -> husband!javi will forever occupy my mind [pussy] and soul -> wedding anniversary antics!!!

ONLY ANGEL [series masterlist] --- @tieronecrush -> ch. 6 just came out and i did scream actually!!! -> such a sweet and sexy and sad rollercoaster of emotions and with such beautiful writing because... it's sam... so obviously -> javi and bebita are so beautiful and i need them to be happy pls and thank you (looking directly at you bestie)

FRANKIE MORALES

The First Time --- @fettuccin-e -> frankie has a big dick pass it on -> size. kink.

i only have eyes for you --- @tieronecrush -> this one is pure fluff, like so fucking sweet -> frankie gets glasses babyyy -> really just a heartwarming fic & a total pick-me-up -> frankie getting the love he deserves

Tag-Teaming [frankie x reader x santi] --- @fettuccin-e -> kinktober: threesome -> dizzy and throwing up and crying

DIN DJARIN

Just This Once --- @fettuccin-e -> bestie is making the rounds in this wrap-up -> din cannot physically control himself he is down horrendous and it's super hot -> for such a quick turnaround for all of your kinktober fics your writing literally never disappoints omfg.

DAVE YORK

Obsession --- @tropes-and-tales -> kinktober: voyeurism -> SUCH an underrated dave fic!!! oh my god!! -> the writing has so much personality and i loved every single sentence!

Whew, that took just about forever. I hope I didn't fuck anything up lol. If you've made it this far, congratulations!! I sincerely hope you'll check out some of these amazing works because I really love and admire every one of these authors.

If you have any recs of your own that you would like to send me, my inbox and DMs are always open! Until the next volume, besties!!

xoxo kiwi 🥝

#kiwisbell's recs #fic recs #october wrap up #joel miller #javier peña #frankie morales #din djarin #dave york #joel miller fic #din djarin fic #frankie morales fic #dave york fic #javier peña fic

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kjmalfoy · 2 years

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Sugar Daddy• 18+ Content

Warnings- Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Dynamic, Age-Gap, Heavy Daddy Kink, Innocence Kink, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Praising, Masturbation, Teasing, Overstimulation, Pet Names (Sweet Girl & Princess)

Summary- After a long weekend without James, your body becomes needy and desperate— aching with the slightest touch. Once James finally comes back from his business trip, he shows you how much he missed you by helping you get off.

Pairings- Bucky!Barnes & Female!Reader

Words Count- Roughly 3k

Author’s Note- I apologize for the long wait for another fic, I’ve been so stressed and overwhelmed my writer’s block has prevented me from getting any writing or ideas down. But! I hope you enjoy this, and I know the ending is a little choppy.

You wandered into your high-end apartment, sighing loudly in relief as you kicked off your Gucci heels— bare feet thumping against the black floorboards as you walked into your bedroom.

You plopped the Chanel and Prada bags onto the floor— not a care in the world as you bounced onto your king-size mattress. The expensive fur blankets sending a chilling effect feeling to your body— feet chafing together underneath the blankets.

You had the life, living as if you were a Barbie. Spoiled, Rich, and Unemployed. Your only job was being extremely ravishing, and that’s all you needed in life. You were a natural beauty, no injections or fillers needed to amplify that.

And that’s why every businessman in Manhattan was at your feet. They worshiped the way you held your head high— your confidence radiating over your body. But, you just blinked an eye at them.

You had everything you could ever imagine, all thanks to billionaire sugar daddy— James B. Barnes. James had your whole body wrapped around his pinky— the hefty weekly allowance and rough sex ruined you for anyone else.

He gave you everything you wanted and more. He paid your bills, paid for your car insurance, and even paid off your college debt. Just being his baby was a treat in itself, and giving him the sugar wasn’t an issue.

His allowance only increased when he was away for business; leaving you in your New York penthouse by yourself– no surprise visits or late night cuddles. Of course, you knew what you signed up for, but you couldn’t help but feel lonely without him.

Every night, you would find yourself rubbing your clit; moaning James’ name as you dreamed of his hands touching you— but nothing worked. Not even the rubber toys he bought you, declaring to spice up your sex life.

Your body was failing miserably to cum without him, your body completely and utterly lost without his touch. James treated your body like a temple, he knew every secret within you— and knew exactly how to satisfy every inch of you.

Without James, you were nothing but a dog in heat. Your body was overheating, the sizzling feeling in your core taking over as your hormones got the best of you. Head spinning— your hands moved on their own, pushing themselves underneath your dress.

Your chest was rising slowly, your breathing becoming lethargic. The back of your head tipped into your silk pillows, your eyes fluttering shut as the stretch of your lingerie dampened. Your mind imagined James— illustrating the last night you two spent together.

The digits of your fingers slipped into your soaked hole, pumping your wrist slowly for maximum pleasure. The flow of your wrist made your mind hazy, your pent-up orgasm slowly ripping through the flesh of your core.

Your hole clenched around your fingers— your body forcing itself to push through an orgasm. Your cheeks flushed, your back arching, and toes curling. Just as your mouth opened, the rattling sound of keys washed your orgasm away.

Your body jolted up, ripping your hands away from your abused cunt— pulling your dress down and fixing your messy hair. You peered around your open door, looking down the empty hallway.

“Peter? Is that you?” You called out, slowly making your way towards the living room— cold feet still thumping against the dark floorboards.

You heard a deep chuckle, the sound of dress shoes clacking against the wooden floors making you squirm. “Peter? Oh, has your little boy toy taken my place, Princess.”

You felt your heart skip a beat— turning the corner into the living, Bucky spread out on the couch— a cocky smile plastered across his scuffle. Your legs twitched, the swollen ache in your pussy throbbing at the sight of him.

Bucky sat promptly, watching you intently as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt— revealing a peek of his tense abs. “Come here, Sweet Girl. Daddy missed you.” He purred, using his middle and index finger to signal you over.

Your feet moved on their own, thighs comfortably spread as you straddled his lap. Bucky wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, his hands gliding across the cress of your ass. You moaned sweetly at his touch, rocking your body against his lap— desperate for friction.

Bucky cocked an eyebrow, roughly gripping the flesh of your ass— pushing your cunt further against his groin. “Excited, Princess? Mm, I missed you too.” He mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss against the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Daddy, please.” You whined, eyebrows scrunched together as you looked up at Bucky— begging him to touch you. Your body was hot, distress thick in your veins, nothing but lust clouding your brain.

Bucky chuckled, “Tell me what you want, Princess. I want you to use your words.” He gave you a mocking pout, his fingers snaking underneath your dress— pushing the fabric up your body.

“I want you to make me feel good, Daddy. Please.” You moaned, pressing your chest against Bucky— arching your back into the cup of his hand.

Bucky smirked, his hands clasping onto the skin of your waist. “Good girl, Princess. I want you to ride my thigh, okay? I promise it’ll feel good.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You mumbled, adjusting your body— rubbing the warmth of your cunt against his thigh. Your arms draped around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck— letting your delicate moans trickle down his pale skin.

Bucky hummed in delight, keeping a firm grip on your waist— guiding your feeble movements. He smirked in pleasure, watching your hips buck into the clutch of his palms— listening to the broken fragments of your wails.

Your fingers tangled into his hair, playing with the smooth ends of his brown hair— tugging slightly each time your stomach turned. The friction of his trousers made your head spin, the tight feeling engulfing your core— making your body sear with lust.

“Just like that, Sweet Girl. Ridin’ my thigh so fucking good.” Bucky praised, pressing butterfly kisses against the skin of your shoulder— his hands creeping their way up your back.

Bucky latched his fingers into the strands of your hair, gently yanking your head back— your eyes staring down at him with passion. “C’mon, Princess. Move those hips faster, I want you to cum all over me.” He whispered, his sweet lips still caressing your heated skin.

“Y-Yes, Daddy.” You whimpered.

You gulped down the dry lump in your throat, sharply inhaling as you moved your hips in rigid circles. Your nostrils flared with each heavy breath, your body engrossed with electricity— feeling friction with every sway of your hips.

Bucky watched you unravel on his thigh, watching as your thighs quivered— hips bucking into the forceful hold of his hands. You felt your stomach turn— tight, uncomfortable knots forming the pit of your core, making your head spin in delight.

“Fuck, Daddy. Th-That feels so good.” You yelped loudly, your eyes enlarged as you felt Bucky’s thigh bounce against you— holding your body weight like it was nothing.

Bucky smirked, watching your eyes roll back— the most beautifully lewd expression washing over your face. “Like that, Princess? Tell me how good it feels.” He demanded softly, pressing butterfly kisses against your collarbone— his wet lips making you shudder.

“Oh, fuck. It feels so good, Daddy. I’m so close!” You moaned loudly. You could feel your stomach turn, the tight knot in your stomach threads away from snapping.

Bucky playfully nipped your skin, his teeth just barely leaving marks. “Go on, Sweet Girl. Cum all over my leg, leave me a mess.” He guided, slowly bucking his foot— your body jumping with each bounce he made.

The thickness of his voice sent you overboard, the hoarse rasp of his tone making your body tremble in his grip— your legs spasming against his thighs. The wet liquids of your release squirted onto his slacks, staining the light-colored fabric.

Your breathing trembled, blinking your eyes roughly as you came down from your orgasm— an erotic post-orgasmic expression washing over you. Your fingers ripped themselves from Bucky’s soft strands of hair, draping around his neck.

Bucky chuckled as he watched you attempt to catch your breath, the hot minty feeling trickling down the skin of his neck. “Too much, Sweet Girl?” He asked, looking up at you with gentle eyes, tracing his fingers down your back— grabbing onto the mid of your waist.

“No, it’s okay.” You assured, receiving a wicked smile from Bucky.

Bucky hummed, adjusting your body— placing you on your knees, making you kneel in front of him. His leather shoes tapped the sides of your thighs, signaling you to spread your legs. “Open, I want to see that pretty little cunt.”

You did as told, pressing the heels of your foot into the flesh of your ass— spreading your legs fully, letting your slick trickle onto the floorboards. “Like this, Daddy?” You purred with innocence, looking up at Bucky with purity.

Bucky smiled proudly, adoring the messy sight in front of him. He tucked his fingers under your chin, his thumb caressing the corner of your lips as he tilted your head upwards. “Such a pretty little slut, just for daddy.” He mocked you playfully, pushing his thumb between your lips.

Your body was high off his praise, the creamy slick dripping onto the floorboards— a puddle of your release pooling underneath you. James cupped the flesh of your cheek, looking at you with wide— mocking eyes.

“James.” You mumbled, nuzzling your face into the warmth of his palm. Your body was hot, nearly melting into the wooden floorboards— deeply craving more of James’ touch.

“I want you to use that pretty little mouth of yours, let me hear you.” James teased, looking down at you with hungry eyes.

“Please, I want more.” You pleaded, “I need more.”

James chuckled, releasing his grip from your cheek. He laid back on the couch, his legs spread perfectly. “Touch yourself.” He ordered, fiddling with the zipper on his trousers.

You looked up at James with blank eyes, mouth ajar as you watched his hips buck— letting himself tug down his pants. Your body withered at the sight of his cock, his erection smacking against his stomach— showing the slight curve from the hardness of it.

“C’mon, let’s get off together.” He said playfully, his rough palms wrapping themselves around the bottom of his shaft— his feet moving to kick your legs further apart. “Let me see that perfect little body, Sweet Girl.”

“O-Okay, Daddy.” You mumbled sweetly, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. Your fingers slipped underneath the hem of your dress, gripping the thin fabric before pulling it over your head.

You pushed your body back, using your palm as support— keeping yourself propped up for James’ pleasure. Your left hand traveled between the cleavage of your breast, softly nipping at the flesh of your nipples— twirling them between the tips of your fingers.

You moaned sweetly, lazily watching as James tipped his head back— watching you through the hoods of his eyes. “Like this, Daddy?” You teased, slowly trickling your fingers down your abdomen.

“Mhm, just like that, My Sweet Girl.” James groaned as he pursed his lips together, a string of spit connecting to his pink tip.

You moaned at his praise, gliding your nimble fingers across your sticky folds— collecting any juices before circling them into your clit. Your body trembled, nostrils flaring as you teased your stimulated clit— a warm sizzling knot already forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit, Y/n. Let me see you finger yourself.” James grunted out, his hand steadily pumping his cock. “Moan my name, tell me who owns you.” He added on.

You did as told, slowly dipping your fingers into your tight hole. You curled the tips of your fingers, gliding your wrist as you pumped the pads of your fingers against your sweet spot. You nibbled on your bottom lip, nearly sucking on the pink flesh— trying to contain the volume of your moans.

James huffed, his muscular body sinking into the leather cushions. Short and soft whimpers trickled off his lips, his abs flexing underneath his button-up. “C’mon, Princess. Let me hear those pretty moans of yours.” He nearly pleaded, his palm tightening around his cock.

You pulled your foot off the ground, hooking your arm around the center of your thigh— giving James a full display of your stretched-out cunt, letting him watch as you worked your fingers deeper inside. “Oh, fuck. Oh just like that, James.” You moaned sweetly, throwing your head back as your orgasm built up.

James hummed in pleasure, his cock jumping at the sight of you— twitching against his tense grip. “That’s my good girl, keep going. Moan my name until I cum for you, Sweet Girl.” He praised you with a gruff voice.

You let your hips buck into the palm of your hand— stomach curling as you chased your high, riding your hand as you pumped your fingers faster. Your hips cramped, strong tension in your muscle flexing with each sway of your hips— body becoming hot with each flow of movement.

James’ nostrils flared, jawline flexing as he gritted his teeth. His veins popped, biceps flexing underneath the skin of his arm— aimlessly stroking his cock, desperately watching you in glory as you wrecked your body for his pleasure.

“Oh, James. Mhm, fuck— Daddy!” You wailed, letting the overstimulation of your pussy making your head spin. Your vision blurred, tears glossing over your eyes as the pleasure became unbearably intense.

James’ eyes never once left your body, his tongue rolled over his lips— wetting the pink flesh before digging his teeth into his bottom lip, “Mm, fuck. Say it again, louder.” letting out a low, lustful growl as he spoke.

His thighs spasmed as he continued to stroke his cock, the tip of his pale skin becoming red and abused— his pre-cum oozing down the sides of his shaft. James could feel his orgasm build up with each delectable moan that trickled off your lips— his stomach curling each time his hands squeezed around the head of his dick.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, your second orgasm slowly approaching— James’ praises only adding to the speed of it. You pumped your fingers faster; wet, slurping noises filled the living room. “Ah! Oh, James. Oh, fuck! I’m so close.” You cried out as the cramping feeling in your calves trembled.

“Let it out, Princess. I’m so fuckin’ close.” James could feel his balls tighten, the euphoric feelings of his orgasm coursing through his veins— the tense pit in his stomach slowly starting to snap.

“God! Fuck, Yes!”— You felt your toes curl, the heel of your feet arching into the back of your ankle— body desperate to get away from the movement of your fingers. Your orgasm washed over you, thighs aching as they spasmed— the creamy white substances coating your fingers as you fucked yourself through your orgasm.

The knot in your stomach snapped— a lustful, intense heat rushing to your face. “Oh, Daddy. Oh, James! Don’t stop, please!” You continued to moan, fingers still working their way inside you— pushing yourself to reach every inch of the pent-up orgasm.

James let out an exasperated sigh, his hand falling flat at the bottom of his balls— massaging them gently as his thick cum squirted onto his abs, painting his skin white. James threw his head into the soft cushion, continuing to massage his balls as he milked himself dry— his body trembling with pleasure with each delicate touch to his testicles.

His lethargic breathing filled the room, the windows in the distance becoming foggy— heavy exaggerated inhales shared between the both of you, bodies still punch-drunk of your conjoined orgasms. You let your hands fall flat on the floor, your feet finally coming into touch with the slippery puddle you left.

You looked up at James, his eyes closed— head resting on the pillow cushions. His white cum was dripping down the indents of his abs, his stimulated cock still jumping against his abdomen— cum still leaning from his tip. “Daddy?” You mumbled, your voice still hoarse from the constant moaning and wailing.

James opened his eyes, greeted the sight of you crawling towards him— positioning yourself perfectly between his legs. You placed your hands on the apex of his thighs, letting James tuck his fingers into the strands of your hair— pulling your body closer. The feeling of his palm was warm and dominant, forcing your body into submission with a simple touch.

He looked down at you, those icy eyes melting into yours. James’ tongue rolled over his lips, dampening the dry skin before he spoke. “I know you’re tired, My Sweet Girl— but, clean my mess, will ya?” He pointed to the dripping cum on his chest.

You smiled sweetly, running your hands up his thighs— gently tracing your nails against his trousers. You lowered your face, pressing soft butterfly kisses against the rim of his belly button. James watched you with careful eyes, loving the feeling of your soft lips colliding with his skin.

You held eye contact with James, poking your tongue between your lips— licking a long stride up his abs, letting his thick cum cover the flatness of your tongue; the salty taste of his release making your head spin in disgust. You licked his chest clean of any leftover semen, nuzzling yourself back onto your knees.

“Daddy’s little helper.” James praised you, “I think you deserve a shopping spree, huh Princess?”

Thank you everyone for reading ❤️! I hoped you all enjoyed this fic of our favorite beefcake. I appreciate any feedback, whether that be comments, likes, or reblogs!

My request are open for anyone wondering, so please do not stray away. I will try to writer every request I get, it may take some time but I will get it done! (I am a multi-fandom account, Marvel, Sons of Anarchy, and Criminal Minds. But I will write for any fandom you guys request!)

If you are looking to join my tag-list, please leave a comment under this post and I will gladly start tagging you in updates and fics I publish ❤️.

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charmercharm3r · 1 year

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The Sleepwear Series

OT8, 8/8 completed

Masterlist

An 8 part anthology series of Stray Kids and their S/O's chaotic night time routines.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, fluff, more to be determined in specific chapters

Bang Chan; steady streams

Sometimes, the dead of night is the only time you get him all for yourself.

Lee Minho; show, don't tell

He doesn't mind others looking, as long as it's not too closely.

Seo Changbin; left field

So many hints dropped, so little of them picked up.

Hwang Hyunjin; only lovers left alive

Fortunately, in this bedroom, no one else exists.

Han Jisung; start of the movie

Everything with him feels so fast, but so right.

Lee Felix; hershey kisses

Sugar, spice, and everything nice. And a little salty.

Kim Seungmin; lay me down gently

No one understands him the way you do, and he can't help the things you make him feel.

Yang Jeongin; blue dream

At least he knows you're always thinking of him the way he thinks of you.

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cowgirlcherrie · 9 months

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𓏲 APPLE OF MY EYE ᵎᵎ secret admirer! abby anderson

synopsis: love is a free spirit; crushing is even harder. It all started with a special delivery of anonymous treats at your door. While you were yearning that it would be your best friend sending them to you.

song(s): apple cider by beabadoobee

*LYRICS ARE BOLDED

content: takes place in game universe. follows the events leading up to seattle day 1. violence. death. repetitive mentions of apples; eating them, imagery etc. mutual pinning. implied character death by end. blood. right person, wrong time. missed connection. kinda implied fem! reader. Joel death mention. death foreshadowing. intuitive knowledge of death. Closely follows the song.

WE BOTH LIKE APPLE CIDER

Crush and Crunch.

Crunching with your crush.

It all sounded the same to you, the cracking of your vocal cords at the back of your throat pushing at enunciating every syllable in crush sounding like crunch; which were your teeth poking into an apple every Tuesday. Shiny Granny Smiths, on Tuesdays, Honeycrisps on Wednesdays, and Fuji on Fridays.

You weren’t sure when the kitchen started getting apple deliveries; perhaps the never-ending garden of trees grown them with the perfect analytics to make sure they weren’t poisonous or synthetic apples but you weren’t complaining. The first time you tried an apple sounded ridiculous to say. Your first ever. You took the finely cut slice; detached from its core to your mouth, groaning in satisfaction as the flavors mixed together in your mouth like a rollercoaster. Juicy and bitter with a tinge of sweetness. Just how you liked it.

Abby said they were even better with cinnamon. Rambling on about how sugar and spice equate to everything nice and the best finger-licking of your dreams. On apple days, during breakfast you found yourself sitting at a secluded table with Abby in front of you slicing the apples so they were easier to consume. Shared amongst the two of you as your hands reached for the same slices; Abby pulled her hand away to let you have the last.

BUT YOUR HAIR BE SMELLING LIKE FRUIT PUNCH

You enjoyed these bittersweet moments; like the apples of course. The sun beamed on Abby’s face in marigold and marmalade, as her blonde locks blew in the air slightly disheveled from when she went on patrol that day. Her fresh scent of pine, and fruit blend from her hair which was refreshing and comforting you. She took a final bite before flipping the knife down to take it back to the utensil bin for washing. Where then the two of you would part ways. It was never awkward. Eating apples in silence; you mean — because Abby had a schedule more vigorous and deathly than yours and you had other businesses to attend to. But she never would miss out on an Apple time with you.

AND I DON’T EVEN LIKE YOU THAT MUCH

You’ve grown suspicious in recent meters. You weren’t one to talk about love either but it somehow found some way to bite back at you like the juices of the apple splattering on your lips when you would eat them.

WAIT, I DO, FUCK.

It started with suspicious packages revealing themselves outside of your door, wrapped in a delicate ribbon, with a brown paper box tied off with the most absurd cursive handwriting that you could hardly read. But somehow making out, the delicate notion of

An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Xoxo, eyes from afar.

CALL ME, AT MIDNIGHT.

So as anyone else would, at midnight, you stomped your way to Abby’s door pounding your fist into the wood until she slammed it open looking at you in bewilderment. Toothbrush in between her lips scratching her teeth; scrubbing away at any build-up as she watched you. Notioning with her hands for you to speak. She looked carefree, laidback her hair was down and she looked as though she freshly showered.

“Thanks for the gift” you smirk, holding up the box with randomized love and self-care books with an intact nail polish set that was on top. It was a variety pack, swishes of different shades of pink and white, and even nudes to go for a clear coat; like a puff of cotton candy.

You were flattered, naturally, it was a sweet gift like a candy cane in the sweet summer breeze you wanted to just rip it out of the packaging and have a go. You also never had someone be so considerate of you. Thinking to bring you back something so pure and valuable that surely wouldn’t collect dust but you would bring out every month. You would make sure it wasn’t forgotten.

Abby furrowed her eyebrows, holding up her pointer finger motioning – one minute, running to the sink and spitting out the toothpaste rinsing her mouth off.

“I didn’t give you that.” Abby specified, taking a washcloth to wipe at her hands and around her mouth as she let you inside.

“C’mon Abs, even if you did that’s—”

“I didn’t give that to you.” Abby’s voice was more serious this time, stern and strict with some urgency. Not that she was being rude about it, but she was trying to get you off her case. After a long day of patrolling where she did find goodies you would like along with some ribbons from a craft store along the way, Abby got to work making you a sweet delivery. After all, you deserved it.

“But who else would know I like apples besides you!”

“Manny, Mel, Nora, Ow–”

“Okay I didn’t ask for names.” You hushed, fiddling with the box in your hand as you looked at the treats inside. Biting at your lips, it was like being given a hug but the person who gave it to you disappeared before you can offer one better, or even fully wrap your arms around them to give one back.

“This was really sweet I just wish I could give something back.” You mumbled, tilting your head down to look at the books yearningly. Amidst the violence, the blood, and the chaos, you still loved and that was what pushed you forward. That was what erupted a fire in you; triggering your passion and jumpstarting your heart like cables to a car.

“I think you shouldn’t worry about it,” Abby suggested, not looking at you but folding her laundry to put away for safekeeping.

“What?”

“What.” Abby shot back, acting as if she didn’t say anything prior, but you heard her well. Your friend, heart, and soul were being shifty with you; acting as if she didn’t care about your treats or that you were being admired from afar by someone with a sweet gentle heart.

“Nevermind I’m being silly” You confessed, taking your words back and turning on your heels to leave her room.

Abby wasn’t going to let you leave. Lips parted as she watched your feet get closer and closer to the exit of the door.

LETS GIVE, THIS, THING A TRY.

“Show me.”

You stopped walking, turning around slowly on your heels. Part of you wished it was Abby, though she would never really know. You watched the way she looked at Owen with appreciation but also disgust. How her love turned to hatred and pain. Abby wasn’t focused on you, you would think.

Abby wasn’t focused on you.

“What?”

“I said show me,” Abby confessed, her voice as clear as day, “C’mere…” Abby patted the side of her bed where she sat comfortably.

“G‘head tell me about it. I wanna see it too” Abby gave a smile. Truth is, behind her push n’ pull — rigid love and aggression she still hoped for you. Amidst her passive-aggressiveness, she was giving the love she felt as though she would never feel again. The permanent hole in her heart that you kept on refiling and you didn’t even know.

She didn’t want you to slip through the cracks of her fingers just yet. Hiding behind a mask, cowardly shying herself away from you. Owen wasn’t on her mind but having you think that especially as she set off on a spree for the man who killed Jerry, would fix that. You were a liability, she wouldn’t let you go.

You made your way down the steps, to her bed tucked in the corner nook, sitting down as you opened the package. With that you started rambling, tossing the paper apart like a kid on Christmas, showing Abby the hardcover copies with a dopey smiley on your face. Abby couldn’t contain her own smile either. Watching as you went through each nail polish shade.

“Can I try these on you?” You held up a baby pink, it was in a ballet slipper shade, which would make a good neutral against her bright skin.

Abby wasn’t going to resist, shrugging up her shoulders against her black long-sleeve shirt, pushing the shirt up on her arms, “Sure”

So you proceeded further with painting her nails that evening, toxic paint brushing on her fingers like a canvas — while the two of you whisked away in laughter. It was like a red string wrapped around the two of your fingers, webbing you together and pulling you closer and closer until there was no gaps or lack of air.

It was pure and for the moment you really valued it. What you didn’t know you had until it was gone. You wished you could have hugged her a little bit longer, and learned more about her besides what she was showing you at a service level. You wanted to know Abigail, not Abby. Before it was snatched away from you with the snap of the fingers. Get the gunpowder dust off the sea salt it was time for war.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

YOU SAID YOU LIKED MY HAIR, SO GO AHEAD AND TOUCH IT.

I like your hair today, and your necklace xoxo, eyes from afar

Maybe it was the validation or the comments but you loved receiving the little notes wrapped in different color ribbons. Maybe you were looking forward to catching your second set of eyes. Lingering outside your door to see if they would show but it was always as if they knew your schedule. Catering to the perfect moments that you were gone to slip the delight at your door.

The note of this week – bringing joyous to your being made you wear the delicate jewelry even more. At first, when you wore it, it was just a careless decision that you did for fun. Spontaneous and last minute as you untangled it in between your fingertips pulling out the birthstone necklace that was gifted to you from no other than Abby herself; weeks before the arrival of your secret admirer. But the moment you remembered, clasping it on around your neck was the moment you truly valued it even more. You were certainly never going to take it off.

YOU SAID YOU LIKED THE JUMPER I WORE, SO I ALWAYS WORE IT.

But your bright radiating aura, evidently in hues of pink and purple; signs of love and wisdom was shortly dimmed by the chatter during your afternoon meal. You were set to follow Jordan to the Serevena, patrolling being the last thing you wanted to do of the evening. Endless pit in your stomach nothing felt right. The snap before everything fell apart.

Out for blood, out for vengeance was Abigail Anderson who returned with blood on her hands. Murderer!Murderer! Red-handed girl with fury in her eyes and a golf club sharp at the end splattering everything into two.

Wrecking havoc; causing destruction.

That was all you heard from Jordan as you chewed through the same-old burrito that evening. That was enough to make your eardrums bleed. You could feel your heart in your ears jumping out of your chest at the whispers of Abby’s name, eyes darting from table to table to hear if anyone had caught wind of such a subject:

I heard she…

Can’t imagine that…

That’s terrifying…

No Abby mention.

Coincidentally amongst Abby’s absence; the snarky girl was gone with the wind, and so was your secret admirer. The deliveries stopped coming, you were alone, with a set of eyes ‘watching you’ and apples to now peel on your own. . . you found it odd, but one thing for sure was that Abby would hear from you later, where you would gush about this admirer of yours and what you imagined them to be.

IT’S REALLY NICE TO TALK TO YOU, IT’S REALLY NICE TO HOLD YOUR HAND

“Abs on a scale of 1-10 how attractive do you think my admirer is” You pondered, hands entangled in the pages of a fashion magazine. Fingers dusting away at the thin layer of grime and grey from the dust and dirt; signs of age.

“Probably like a 3” Abby confessed bluntly as she walked around her room moving vastly to pack away her belongings.

Abby’s side of her room was neater in comparison to Manny’s, her laundry was folded, memories stored away for safekeeping, and everything was where it needed to be. Including your ribbon and the scissors she used — the bad duct tape she stole for security.

“Really?”

“Okay, maybe a 5, it could well off be a creep,” Abby muttered as she continued to push different survival items into her bag, jacket first, followed by flashlights and extra batteries.

“I don’t think it is though,” Abby froze, panicking instilling in her, it was like a vicious game of hot and cold, you creeping closer and closer to her and it was time for Abby to fall back and bring on the passiveness.

“What?”

“I mean imagine this, they send me a final letter asking me to meet by the gardens where they reveal their identity to be no other than —”

“Save that for a fantasy, I’m leaving” Abby spat, cutting the happiness in the air with a thick knife which was her voice that evening. It felt like a safety net for her to drop off bad news right after you gave the good ones, almost debunking it creating a hostile environment, and shattering the rose-tinted glasses off. Then you remembered who you were talking to, what you were doing. A flower in the middle of an apocalypse, Abby being covered in thorns.

“Is it because you killed that man”

“What makes you think it’s…who told you?” Abby furrowed her eyebrows stopping her movement to let you get a good look at her face. Abby was looking you up and down like you ripped the bandaid off her arm like you were digging your fingers into a cut infecting it with your fingertips and any active bacteria.

“Word travels around here pretty fast, this isn’t knew information”

A beat. And then another.

“Are you satisfied” You perk up, not breaking eye contact with the blonde in front of you. The fresh azul orbs dilating under the words that left your mouth. She looked at you with such admiration, but the mention of Jerry was enough to make Abby swing hard as she was back in the room holding her weapon of choice. Who was she to play god? Be the bearer of death? Call of evil? Abby thought back to what she was fighting for: was she satisfied? It wouldn’t bring her father back but there was a price on her head. Preferably until her life was obliterated and gone with her head.

“Hmm”

“Because you don’t look satisfied” Your voice cracked, you were cutting into her skin and Abby was growing steadily uncomfortable, shifting her weight. Cracking her knuckles and rolling her head as she looked at you. Like a pretty Jem stone in a dimly lit room; all eyes on you she didn’t want to talk about this with you. Someone she was so emotionally connected with, god — anybody else but you.

“I…I need to go.” Abby stood up, swinging her backpack in her arms as you followed suit in the silence.

You stood up mimicking her actions taking your magazine in between your fingers and holding it close to your chest.

“When will you be back?” you whispered, picking at the skin surrounding your nails as you rubbed your lips against each other as you rocked your body forward and backward. Abby’s eyes softened, looking at you up and down as she stuck her tongue in her cheek, clenching her jaw tightly. It almost pained her to say.

AND EVEN IF WE’RE JUST FRIENDS, WE CAN BE, MORE THAN THAT.

“Soon…I hope, I’ll be back soon” Abby asserted. Abby bowed her head, cusping your cheeks in between her hands as she gave a chaste kiss to your cheek. Calloused fingers rubbing at your soft skin, It was a friendly thing, right? Nothing more?

She didn’t even like you that much.

But you on the other hand weren’t sure of your own feelings.

Like a tough game of tug-of-war, you wanted her, then you didn’t, then you couldn’t shake yourself out of it. You liked her and you wanted her. You wished and hoped that the admirer of yours would be her. The person you had sleepovers where you would laugh about your events and enjoy the delicacies delivered by your admirer you would have it no other way.

When she pulled away you struggled to find the words, hands jittery somewhere between reaching to grab your cheek or to wipe off her kiss with your hand. You weren’t sure how to feel. It was as if someone held a gun to your head telling you the right pill or blue.

“May your survival be long” you reminded, holding a hand at your arm scratching at your sleeves.

“May your death be swift”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

CALL ME AT MIDNIGHT, LETS GIVE THIS THING A TRY.

If you could do it all again you would.

ASK YOU IF ITS OKAY,

You were alone, deep into your ocean of thoughts as your happy moments were coming to an end? Did you take it for granted?

TO HAVE A SLEEPOVER,

The burrito you ate that evening wanting to come up, mouth sticky with bile. You suddenly didn’t want to patrol the Serevena and help Nora move supplies. It felt wrong – almost impractical like you were in the wrong place. Foot cemented into the floor as you stood at your bed. Shoving supplies into your backpack, tying a strand of the ribbon from your admirer's box around the handle of your bag. You wanted to be back at the base with Abby where the two of you would have your sleepovers, cut your apples, and have competitive matches in the shooting range where you would tell Abby she missed a shot and she would tell you, you held the gun wrong.

Preparing to leave, doing one final spin at your place of comfort. Freshly made bed and sorrowful grey sheets, you wished for a happier time and a great release. Opening your door, you were met with one box before you would go. Picking up the lightweight box it almost felt impractical to even be wrapped.

TO DRINK SOME APPLE CIDER, OR MAYBE SOME FRUIT PUNCH

Parting gift for the one I stole these for… don’t forget me Xoxo, A. Anderson Your eyes always

You smiled to yourself, it was all you ever wanted. Your best friend really was your admirer and you just hoped you could reach her before she was gone and it truly could have been your last time seeing her. Unwrapping the terribly wrapped paper object revealed a shiny sharpened knife with a brown handle. It was Abby’s knife, the one she savored and used only for your apples that she would cut during your lunch breaks. Tears brimmed your eyes moving the object around as if it were malleable, smiling gently to yourself at the irony of it all. Quickly locking the door and throwing the paper that was used to wrap the gift away in the hall trash you ran to try to catch Abby who was already on the truck, across from Mel as she set off on her journey. As the sun was getting low, so were you who had to travel adjacent from your new fount lover.

What were you gonna say?

Besides: I knew it, of course, you wanted her to know that you felt the same; in fact even more.

AND WE CAN TALK ABOUT HOW WE DON’T LIKE EACH OTHER THAT MUCH.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

“There’s no real you are real right now”

“Shh– baby, I’m real” Abby hushed bringing up her hand to your mouth to silence you. “I’m real.”

You were currently carrying a tray of med supplies but soon it all crashed to the ground; metal tin hitting the floor as Abby backed away into a corner. She looked disheveled different than you had last seen her; whispies around her face. Like she cared a little bit more, but maybe it was because she was with you.

You couldn’t help but bring Abby into a tight hug head against her shoulder, resting your eyes in full solitude. You were home amidst the violence and her going AWOL that had made Isaac angry with all of you. You lied thickly through your teeth when Isaac dragged you in asking questions about the location and conspiration Abby had going on.

All you could say was you didn’t know.

And it wasn’t a lie but in fact the truth there was not much you really did know.

Abby held onto you as if you were going to be snatched out of her hands as the both of you cried. Sobbs shaking the both of you. Abby couldn’t stop herself from applying gentle kisses to the side of your head and holding at the nape of your neck during the hug.

“You look like shit!” you acknowledged pulling at the sleeve of her jacket to which Abby rolled her eyes and pulled your hand away.

“Ahh could be worse”

A beat. And another; comfortable silence filling the air between the two of you. You didn’t wanna ask but for your newfound knowledge, you had no other choice but to. You wanted her to know, hell you haven’t seen her for very long and this well could have been the last time you would ever.

“So it was you? All along” you sputtered, snickering under your breath as you brought your hands across your chest, licking the base of your lips as your eyes wandered off.

“It was – hey! You opened the letters” Abby gave you a look of disbelief, half of it was due to her being scared shitless, others it was the fact that Abby could feel her own hands getting clammy as she rubbed them against the base of her jeans to get it to stop.

“It said 2 —”

“Weeks I know” “I was desperate”

There was silence again.

“I could just kiss you right now I can’t believe you are alive” You blurted out, giving Abby the most gentle smile. Abby for a second felt her world move in slow motion as she stared with such unconditional love.

“Then do it”

So you did, rushing forward, throwing your body against Abby’s as the two of you leaned in for a swift kiss. Her lips were chapped, slightly rugged but you didn’t mind applying your smooth ones to her as the movements of your body synched together in eternal sunshine. Nothing in this moment mattered, besides her lips on yours and her hands against your body. Abby’s fingers stroked at your cheeks eventually moving down between your jaw and your neck as she continued. No breaks; no air, until the sound of boots stomping closer to the room rang your ears, forcing you to pull away.

“Okay, I need supplies miserably Nora brought me to you, I have to go, I don’t know if this will be my last time seeing you: I hope it’s not, I’m not exactly in Isaac’s good graces – I think we both know that” Abby spoke with urgency, distrust but also sadness. Abby wasn’t sure but recently she’s been feeling as though things were slipping in between her fingers. She wasn’t sure how long this ecstasy and rapture would last, or the longevity of her contentment. Abby was certain the girl from the room; with the golf club and joel would show her face again.

“It’s okay” you assured, hands now at Abby’s biceps, lips rubbing against each other as you turned your head away from her face, shaking it slightly.

“But don’t forget. . .” “I’m so incredibly infatuated by you” Abby whispered as she moved in closer to give a swift kiss to your forehead.

Now wasn’t the time for formalities or titles, but you wished with your fingers crossed and your eyes closed shut, that she would return for the conversation worth having. Full honesty and confessional where your girl that smelled of pine would tell you all her rushes of thoughts that nagged at her as she closed her eyes.

“Knife to the chest sweetheart, swing with your right not your left…it’s your better arm” Abby cautioned, pretending to bring her arm up to swing, giving a final squeeze to your cheek as she was headed for the door preparing for ground zero.

“Bye Abby”

That was the difference, it was as if your body knew. Saying Bye instead of a see you later or, playfully threatening her to come back to you in one piece. Your eyebrows furrowed; your face scrunched as you cringed at your words, as mediocre as they sounded. You caught yourself doing that a lot and you weren’t sure why. Going from present tense to past tense. “I am” to “I did” to “I was” , this happened after you started dreaming. Dreaming that your body was against a cold tile, scrunching into a ball as you let out your last breath alone.

You knew.

“This is not goodbye — don’t say that, it’s see you later!” Abby snapped, giving you a hand motion as she swung the door open, crouching down as she moved steadily through the room as it closed behind her with a loud CLICK! From the lock.

“I’ll see you later” Your hand went from waving to at your side as your smile dropped and abruptly the warm room felt cold. Very cold.

But you weren’t going to see her later. Body paralyzed to the floor as the bullet wound in your stomach bled crimson all over the floor. As red as the Honeycrisp apples you ate on Wednesdays. An auburn-haired girl rushes past you following the footsteps of Nora. You were crashing and your body was failing you. Whimpers of pain escaped your lips as you held onto your stomach like you had a bad stomach ache, rolling onto your side as your vision became a nuisance and blurry mess. During your last few moments, you thought of Abby and her bright smile, all the plans she had for the two of you, and how you were finally happy that you got your happy ending,

But at what cost?

You weren’t going to get to drink apple cider with her or hug her again, and that’s what destroyed you the most as a salted tear fell from your eye. Apple was placed on the table rotting from the inside out, With Abby’s knife poked into its core. Death has met its match.

You were the apple of her eye, and you were destroyed and eaten whole indefinitely.

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yanderecookierunkingdom · 2 months

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HIIIW HOW ARE YOU? i’ve got a another request for you (i did ask a question a few weeks ago but i’m not sure if you saw it, it’s fine though)

imagine the yan! beasts and the yan! ancients (separately) with a reader that’s very stoic and calm, that has a reputation as a warrior or chief or something like that (something that has to do with fighting or getting or hands dirty.. or numbs? idk cookies don’t necessarily have hands) to hold so they have no room to be soft for anyone, but if you get them a little tipsy, they become more open? y’know how people get cuteness aggression from pets, yeah that’s reader, they become a totally different person when in private.. or tipsy, of course they still have control over themselves but still have like.. major cuteness aggression, but once a day passes, they act like it didn’t even happen

I don't think I ever got that? If you want to resend it, you can!

Eternal Sugar Cookie would more than likely get you purposely tipsy more often to see this side of you, which she believes is reserved only for her. She'll always play it off the next day, acting like she doesn't know what you mean about her always carrying some alcohol.

Mystic Flour Cookie finds it endearing how you open up during events like this, but she never forces you to drink. No, she'll just.. gently persuade you. After all, it's only you two. There's no harm in it!

Burning Spice Cookie, surprisingly, wouldn't take advantage of it. While he'd love to see you more open and closer with him, despite his twisted obsession, he wants that to happen naturally. So getting drinks with him is far and few between, but whenever you two do, manipulation is often involved.

Silent Salt Cookie is similar to Burning Spice Cookie, but he won't hesitate to offer up to glass to you if he feels like you're hiding something from him. Getting you to be more open is a tough thing, so he'll savor the moments where you'll be too tipsy to remember what you tell him.

Shadow Milk Cookie can't help but be a little.. conflicted. While on one hand, you drinking and getting tipsy and being open is great for him, he can get to know more about you! But on the other hand, he wonders about if you'll find out. What will you do? He really doesn't want to have to control you with his strings, but if he has to..

Hollyberry Cookie is probably the reason why you were drinking in the first place. Maybe a game she challenged you to, or just a night out between you, too. Regardless, she's fully aware of what you're like during this, and she takes it to her advantage. She'll learn everything she can about you in that time frame. Say, how about another outing sometime soon?

Dark Cacao Cookie probably doesn't drink that often, meaning you don't either. But when you do, he insists to anyone else that he'll be the one to take care of you. Guiding you to a private room, he'll gently pry information from you. How you feel about him, about others.. all to help his plans of making you love him.

Golden Cheese Cookie probably encourages you to drink. Every time you've gotten tipsy or worse, she's always been there and always there to help you calm down.. while asking questions to you that seem obvious, but to her she needs answered. After all, she can't have you panicking if she keeps you in the kingdom indefinitely..

White Lily Cookie rarely, if ever, drinks, so to see you get tipsy around her is a surprise. And the thing is, she might have not even been around when you first started drinking. She merely stumbled upon you and, well, decided to take advantage of the situation at hand. Just asking some questions, that's all. She just needs to know how you feel about her..

Pure Vanilla Cookie would try his damn hardest not to ask you anything while tipsy, but his obsession would win out. He'd start with small questions before they slowly ramp up in intensity and desperation. Cookies always say that you speak your true thoughts when you're intoxicated, so surely you mean everything you're saying. (He's so delusional.)

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msallurea · 3 months

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It's Okay to Feel Okay

Ok so recently, specifically a few days ago I had deleted tumblr for a bit to get my mind together. I had wanted to manifest my dream life because I'll be taking senior pics on the 31st and honestly I was fed up with myself with not genuinely applying knowing that I wanted to live a certain way. There was a post that I had seen I can't remember the name right now but I did reblog it, it was "how to make everything sugar spice and everything nice" or something like that. One particular post caught my attention and it the "what if I don't persist" post and it DEFINITELY gave me a reality check, I feel like those who know pretty much everything there is to know about manifestation but aren't genuinely applying it should for sure read that because it definitely knocked sense into me. I had also been reading a lot of posts from @etherealkissed88 also i highly recommended reading her stuff if you ever want a rundown of the law that's quick and straight to the point. Something I noticed I continuously did which is what caused me to always have anxiety when manifesting was focusing on the 3d/my desire being in the 3d on time. So I decided to actually change my perspective and just tell myself since it's done in the 4d I don't have to worry about it not being in the 3d because itll reflect anyway..I've also been adopting the mindset of simply knowing it's finished IN IMAGINATION ONLY!! ...Now, since doing this, for maybe the past few days I haven't felt the need to affirm or visualize or anything, I mean I'd daydream here and there but it's kinda just like "eh I have it anyway so whatever" and let me tell you..as someone who constantly stressed on whether or not I was doing something right and worrying about when it will come and everything else this is the CALMEST and most NONCHALANT I've ever been about manifestation before. Like even now, when I would've tried sabatoging myself saying I HAVE to affirm especially because I do know I am a bit anxious about manifesting my dream life because I definitely want it before my big day which btw I feel like is perfectly fine to acknowledge. But honestly I just don't want to. I don't want to affirm. I don't want to visualize constantly. Because the entire point is that if I say it's already done in imagination and I see that I'm living my dream life in imagination truly there's nothing else for me to do but continuously choose that I'm living my dream life already. Something else that's had me feeling this way is when @etherealkissed88 mentioned that we aren't trying to convince ourselves we have it in the 3d..to be that way is being delusional, we're only accepting that it's already done in IMAGINATION aka the 4d. Since taking this into consideration I've been scarily calm,normally I would've been stressed and spiraling and even now when I "waver" when I see myself in the mirror it's just like a "eh whatever..nothing I do in the 3d affects my manifestation anyway so it doesn't matter" kind of feeling. And I just want anyone who is also experiencing this feeling where you feel as though you just don't want to do anything for your desire and it's just like a "eh whatever I have it in imagination anyway" kind of feeling IT. IS. OK and you are doing just fine. The whole point is the first place is making your desire feel NATURAL to you and if you feeling natural is you not really feeling anything and it's just a "oh it's done" then you are doing just fine if you have the feeling as if you "don't want your desire anymore" that's also fine, I can guarantee if your desire was fulfilled would you still feel like you wanted it or be stressed? I doubt it..just as the example is, I have a phone, I know I have a phone. Even if my phone wasn't in my hand right now I still know I have a phone. That is the feeling, that is the acceptance. Even if it isn't right there in front of you, you already have it because you accepted that you do.

#msallurea #law of assumption #manifestation #my blog #manifesting

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claudemblems · 10 months

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Kaeya + Diluc Flirting Headcanons | Genshin Impact

Summary: How they flirt with you at the beginning vs. a long time into your relationship. Fem!Reader.

Notes: No thoughts head empty I just want them to flirt with me too owo

Kaeya Alberich

Beginning of the Relationship

This man is a sweet talker to the max

He's just over the moon that you chose him out of everyone else and so he just has to lavish you in all his love in return!

That and it's hard to shake off the flirty persona he's had for so long. But you don't seem to mind it so he just uses it to his advantage

But he's kind of a brat about it. He won't lie: seeing you lose your composure over him fills him with a sense of pride. No one else can turn you into a flustered mess like he can

He also likes to try different pet names out on you, paying careful attention to which ones elicit a reaction. And then he strictly uses that pet name to refer to you, even in public. As far as he's concerned, "Darling" is your name now!

But if you try to flirt back, he'll either 1) be virtually unfazed by your attempt (nice try, though, you're cute) or 2) feel his face turn red as he struggles to find a witty response. Congrats, you've broken him!

You always manage to surprise him, which is something he thoroughly enjoys. It makes him that much more eager to one-up you the next time

Established Relationship

Kaeya is still the same flirt as ever, but now he's a lot more toned down with his romantic gestures

He doesn't want to overdo it or make you feel like he's putting on an act around you. He knows you're satisfied just having his attention, and he's more than willing to give it to you

His gaze is much softer now, and he looks at you with a visible fondness in his eyes. The sight leaves butterflies fluttering in your stomach

He's realized you find his sincerity most attractive, so he focuses on making you feel wanted and loved (something that deep down, he aches to feel, too; good thing he has you <3)

You can say his love is like a mixture of sugar and spice. He riles you up with actions like his breath fanning against your neck, but then he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, reminding you of how much he loves you

Diluc Ragnvindr

Beginning of the Relationship

This man has absolutely no rizz lol

Every time he's managed to fluster you so far has been completely by accident (his good looks and attractive voice work wonders for him)

Most of the time he doesn't even know what he did to make you blush, but seeing you turn shy because of him does something to his heart

He will be thinking about it all day to the point where he'll be tending the bar and Kaeya will have to snap him out of his daze (all while teasing him because that's what brothers do)

Honestly, you tend to successfully flirt with him more than he does with you, but he has no complaints about it

He does, however, try his best to find ways to make your heart skip a beat. Whether that's by gifting you flowers or treating you to dinner, he wants you to feel as loved as you make him feel

If he's really in need of ideas, he begrudgingly asks Kaeya for help. He might even read some romance novels to get inspiration

Established Relationship

Though still awkward and clumsy at times (he tries too hard, bless his heart), Diluc has made great strides in his flirting abilities

He's learned that it's best to just let his heart guide him. It helps that he just harbors so much love for you that he unconsciously shows it to you through his actions

He's also aware that you really like when he wears that one outfit during his shift at Angel's Share, so he shows off a little by rolling up his sleeves or tying up his hair, all while sneaking a smirk or two your way

Knowing that he's the only person that can render you speechless sets his heart ablaze

But Diluc can only do so much flirting before he ends up becoming the flustered one. Your expressions are just so endearing. It's not fair!

And when you look at him like he's everything you've ever wanted, he melts. He scoops you up into your arms and whispers the depths of his love to you

He'll do all that and more to make you smile. Anything you want. He's already yours, but he'll prove it if he must

#genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader

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spacecowboyhotch · 4 months

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Apple Pie

summary: you and hotch spend the first of many christmases together.

pairing: fem!reader x college!aaron hotchner

contents: explicit language, best friends to lovers, mention of a deceased parent, internal angst/sadness, food mention, fluff, kissing

wc: 1,756

A/N: me writing a hotch fic? more likely than you think! merry christmas to my hotchgirls (and everyone else of course) who celebrates ❤️

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He doesn’t understand why he misses it. There was never anything special about his home on Christmas. No expected pile of presents under the tiny tree that was always falling apart– is probably falling apart in his mother’s living room right now. No extended family gathering together around a table. No Sunday mass, or other family tradition.

His father was never there and for that he was grateful. The haul was always modest, a few present for him, a few for Sean. Sometimes there would be a can of cinnamon rolls popped open, filling the house with spiced warmth, eaten with chocolate milk. Other times he would just scavenge, always making sure to share whatever he found with Sean. Oatmeal or some cereal with raisins in it, sprinkled with sugar.

It was never much but it was home. It was Hotchner Christmas.

He makes the decision early to not go home. There’s nothing there for him— Sean is in juvie, his mom is working herself to the bone to keep up with bills. His father is dead. So he stays on campus.

And for once in his life, Aaron feels lucky because you stay in town too.

“Why aren’t you going home again?” He asks a couple days before the break starts. The two of you are sitting on the couch in your apartment after dinner, one of the classic Christmas claymations playing on the tv.

You shrug, taking a sip from the warm mug of hot chocolate in your hands, “Christmas is their anniversary, they’re taking a trip and we’ll do all the family stuff when they get back.”

He hums in response, turning his eyes back to the screen though his mind drifts elsewhere.

Aaron can’t think about how different your experiences with the holiday are. How much love filled your home when the season rolled around. Jealousy would bubble up inside of him if he didn’t care for you so much. You’ve become the most important person on the planet to him in the short time that you’ve known one another and he only wishes good things for you.

As if you can hear his thoughts you lean your head on his shoulder and ask, “What’s Christmas like at your house?”

“Even when my father was alive he wouldn’t be there…he was off…doesn’t matter. My mom tried. She did the best that she could with what we had, what my father gave her,” His voice is somber, and you can’t tell if its because he misses it or never wants it to happen again.

Regardless you nod, deciding to leave any of the other questions that popped up in your head from that description alone to fade away. Aaron always has this melancholy that surrounds him and you’d never want to contribute to it. In fact, you do everything you can to always make him smile, an expression that is almost reserved just for you.

“Since we’re both staying here, what do you think about me coming over for Christmas?”

“What could we possibly do in my miniscule dorm room for Christmas?”

“Alright, then you come over to mine,” You suggest easily.

—

He’s standing in the parking lot of your apartment building near his car like a nervous idiot and he’s not quite sure why. That’s not entirely true, any time he’s alone with you he’s nervous because you’re…well you’re you. Bright and sweet, always reminding him that there are things and people worth enduring this life for. But, this is different– you don’t share Christmas with anyone, especially not you. With how you’ve talked about your Christmas traditions, this is a big deal.

You’re sharing a piece of your home with him, something he’d never do because his home for as long as he can remember has been broken.

When you open the door, you’re in Christmas in pajamas, green with a Christmas lights pattern all over it just like the tree. He couldn’t keep a straight face if he tried, not with the way your eyes light up when they drop to the plain green sweater he has on.

“You’re here and you’re festive!”

He looks down at the sweater skeptically, “I tried.”

“It’s perfect,” You insist, pulling him inside.

Your apartment is cozy— all the main lights are off because you’ve covered the space in soft white Christmas lights. There’s Christmas music playing low in the background, a tree much too large for the space nestled in the corner of the living room. There are trinkets and knick knacks everywhere. Christmas has effectively exploded in your apartment.

He raises an eyebrow at you as he sheds his coat, “You’ve gone all out I see.”

“It’s your first Christmas away from home, it should be special.”

“Trust me, I didn’t expect all of this,” He gestures around loosely.

“Well, its the first Christmas that we’ve ever spent together. So it’s extra special. C’mon.”

You grab his hand leading him into the kitchen and his heart jumps in his chest. The warmth of your hand is gone quickly as you reach for two martini glasses rimmed with sugar and filled with a deep burgundy liquid. That smile is still on your face as you hold them up near your cheeks, looking proud of yourself.

“What’s this?”

“A cranberry spritz.” You hold it out to him and when he eyes it cautiously you add, “Non-alcoholic just how you like. I also have eggnog if you’d prefer it.”

That furrow between his eyebrows smooths out, a small smile on his lips as he takes it, “This is good, thanks.”

Your returning smile is bright as always as you gesture to the stool at the island, “Sit, dinner’s almost ready.”

Dinner is intricate by his standards; a roast chicken with a sauce that’s light and garlicky, mashed potatoes, and a mixed vegetable dish that he could easily eat every day for the rest of life. Ignoring his protests and grumbles, you plate dinner not only for yourself and him, turning on The Grinch before sliding into the island stool next to him.

“Didn’t know you could cook this well, you’ve been feeding us grilled cheeses all semester.”

“Cooking like this is expensive, Aaron,” You remind him teasingly.

“I know, I appreciate it— really, you didn’t have to do all of this.”

“Should we take a shot of eggnog every time you say something like that tonight?”

He gives you a scolding look that makes you giggle. You stand, bumping his shoulder playfully and he tries to join you, reaching for his plate but you quickly snatch it, hand coming down on his shoulder.

“Stay put, I’ll take that. There’s dessert too.”

“Dessert?”

“You expected Christmas dinner without dessert? What’s next, you don’t think I got you anything?”

“I knew you’d be stubborn and not listen so I didn’t waste my breath.”

“Good,” You say with a smile on your face, happy that he’ll accept the gifts you got him, but also because it feels good to be known by him.

With your hands tucked safely into bright red oven mitts, you retrieve the apple pie from the oven, steam escaping from the intricate design you carved into the crust.

Aaron blinks, something soft stirring deep in his chest, “Apple pie.”

“It’s your favorite,” You simply, not noticing the way his voice changes as you continue to examine the pie.

“You know you didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“We’re at two shots of eggnog now. Who said I did it just for you?” You tease softly, before turning towards him, your expression growing serious. “You deserve it, Aaron. Thorough holidays, your favorite dessert, every reason to smile. You deserve it all.”

That feeling that’s been sitting in his chest, bubbling softly turns into a rolling boil, one he can no longer ignore. He reaches for your hand and pulls you close, a soft sound of surprise leaving you as he presses his lips to yours. You melt immediately, clutching at his shoulders as he licks into your mouth. While the kiss is overall gentle, there’s an undercurrent of hunger that’s obvious in the strength of his grip and insistence of his tongue. I’m the desperate whimper that slips from his throat and echoes into yours. He breaks the kiss eventually, resting his forehead against your own as your breaths mingle.

“The mistletoe is actually over there,” You whisper against his lips stupidly.

He looks at you with disbelief, mouth agape before determination materializes in his eyes. Moving you both to the mistletoe, he kisses you again, this time it’s softer and less heated.

“Better?”

“Honestly, I think I liked the one over there a—“

He cuts you off with another kiss, cupping your face in his hands. He kisses you. Kisses you and kisses you and kisses you, like it’s his job. Like it’s his dying wish and the grim reaper has come for you.

“As much as I love losing air in the name of sucking face, the pie’s gonna get cold and I made it just for you,” You mumble, running your hands up and down his chest.

“Don’t call it sucking face,” He grumbles, cheeks going pink as he lets you go.

You move towards your baked masterpiece, inhaling its sweet, cinnamon-y scent. “Snogging?”

He gives you an exasperated look, but you can see the way his lips twitch, the fondness in his gaze as he moves towards you.

“Kiss-a-rama? Lip Olympics? Lip-lock-a-doodle?” You muse, cutting a piece of pie for him and sliding him the plate.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And all yours,” You murmur with a smug smile, cutting a piece of pie for yourself.

Aaron’s flush deepens as he takes his place at the counter again. When you join him, he pulls your stool closer to his, wrapping his arm around you as the two of you eat and talk and kiss. The warm domesticity and soft excitement in the air has him feeling like this could be home. You could be home. A tradition he could look forward to.

Further into the night, the two of you are curled up on your couch as always— yet another Christmas movie playing— instead this time you’re firmly planted in Aaron’s lap with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Aaron?”

“Hmm?” He hums, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Let’s spend every Christmas together,” You suggest, as if you’d been reading his mind earlier.

He grins, raising his hand to your chin to pull you into a gentle kiss. “Yeah, let’s.”

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gfcheol · 2 years

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all for you | c. seungcheol

pairing: s.coups x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, smut, fluff

word count: 4.6k

tags: friends to lovers, bad ex!wonwoo, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, unprotected sex, degradation, a LOT of dirty talk, praise, rough sex, reader has self esteem issues

summary: your boyfriend, wonwoo, just broke up with you to be with someone else. heartbroken and self esteem shattered, you sink into a hole of sadness, but luckily your best friend seungcheol knows the best remedy for you to stop thinking about your ex.

maybe some people were destined for heart ache. maybe levitating on magical clouds of love, adoration, sugar, spice and everything nice wasn't for some people. and maybe you were one of those people.

sure it was probably an overly negative outlook on life, but with the way you felt after your most recent breakup, you couldn't muster the strength for any optimism anymore - much to your best friend's concern.

your chest felt heavy as your fingers played with the flimsy remainder of your poor tissue, head hanging low. "it's for the best, right?", you sniffled. "he can finally be happy with her now and- and i don't have to keep feeling like a- i don't know. like a- a stupid fucking-"

"don't even think about ending that sentence", seungcheol's voice was soft, yet there was a hint of an edge that would have been evident for anyone to hear. it was moments like these when his protective nature seemed almost suffocating. you wanted to yell, scream, tear your hair out and cry until there was absolutely nothing left of you - even if the anger was directed against yourself, anything would feel better than the sadness settling in the pit of your stomach.

why the ever loving fuck couldn't he let you be irrational in peace?

"i hate him", you declared, tear smeared eyes meeting seungcheol's across from you.

he sat up from his spot on the carpet, resting on his knees. "good."

"i-", you balled your hands into fists. "i hope she fucking rots."

he grabbed you by your wrist, his grip soft, mirroring your look of determination as he kept on nodding along to every word you said. "good!"

"and i hope they get hit by a train!"

the corners of his lips quirked up, but still he kept on nodding. "yeah, good!"

"and i hope- fuck", you faltered, another onslaught of tears fighting their way up. once again your gaze dropped down to your lap, squeezing your eyes shut. "i'm so stupid."

"for fuck's-", and suddenly seungcheol's hands were cupping your cheeks, his big bambi eyes looking straight into yours as he now stood, right in front of you. "would you stop being so mean to yourself? it's not like it's doing you any good."

you let out a whiny sob, face smushed between seungcheol's big hands. "but i am!"

"no, you're not."

"he's always had a thing for her before we got together - how did i not know? that's being stupid!"

"that's not called being stupid, it's called trusting your boyfriend", his thumb gently stroked across your cheek to wipe away your tears as you looked with a pout on your face. "i'd rather see you get angry that he was a genuine fucking dunce than to see you blame yourself. 'cause that shit's heartbreaking to watch."

his words made sense and you knew that. there was a logic to it that you couldn't deny, even in the pathetic state you were in, but this wasn't the time for calmly rationalizing. you felt betrayed, disgusted, jealous, insecure and every other bad emotion that was humanly possible poison every fiber of your being. and how could you not? your ex boyfriend wonwoo had been your first in a long time. it took you forever to open yourself up to him, insecurity constantly making you doubt every compliment or sweet moment. still, you had been determined to make it work. for his sake. for yours. you didn't even remember. you wanted to be the best possible girlfriend for him, since he deserves nothing less.

that's why it hurt all the more when he had confessed that he fell in love with someone else, your insecurities going haywire. you were crushed, hiding under your covers, surviving off instant ramen and tap water. seungcheol, on the other hand, was livid when you finally had found the strength to tell him, immediately driving over to yours for comfort. not without offering to beat wonwoo up, of course.

"but he wasn't a dunce", you replied weakly.

"no, he was." seungcheol's tone left no room for argument.

"he was?"

his smile was warm as he removed his hands from your face to pull you into a hug, his head resting on top of yours. "big time."

sniffling, you giggled into his chest, bringing your arms around his torso. god his body was made for hugs. "you're mean."

"yeah?", he chuckled. "it makes you laugh though, so it can't be all that bad."

you softly pushed against him, releasing him from your grasp. his eyes were soft when they looked down at yours, really relishing in the soft smile that adorned your face. "so you're just being mean to make me laugh?"

a shrug. "maybe? who knows?"

you softly poked him on his stomach, right above his navel. "i'm such a bad influence on you."

as revenge, he poked your cheek with his pointer finger, his smile turning playful. "aw, don't tell me you just noticed?"

you turned your head in a swift motion, trying to capture his finger with your teeth - but his reflexes were too quick, booping you on your nose instead. "you're the one who wanted to beat wonwoo up!"

"yeah, i still would. i don't even need your influence for that." you rolled your eyes, laughing and his heart felt like skipping a beat. he extended his arm to you, helping you up from your couch. "you wanna order some pizza for us?"

the rest of the evening was quiet, you and cheol sitting on your bed and sharing a large pizza - which he insisted on paying for, of course - sharing laughs. it felt so easy talking to him. it always had been. no matter how confusing or messy your life got, seungcheol was always right there with you, ready to endure it all. or just try to make you laugh.

wonwoo had been sceptical about your relationship to him. and in a way, you understood why. from an outside perspective one could easily mistake you for sweethearts with the way you teased each other or joked around. but your insecurity got the better of you then and you had told cheol that you couldn't spend as much time with him anymore, in order to not jeopardize your current relationship. it stung to say and it still did, looking back on it. you remembered the way seungcheol had been tense around wonwoo then, his smiles at him tight lipped, sitting always a little bit closer next to you than he usually would have.

"no, really-", he had said, reassuringly stroking your arm. "i don't blame you for him just being... insecure." which was a sweet sentiment, but it didn't do anything to soothe your guilt for semi-cutting him out of your life. why were men so fucking complicated to be with?

"and he just said that?", he laughed, hand entangled in your hair as your head rested on his lap, going through old texts of you and your boyfriend. you leaned further into his touch, giggling to yourself. "or more importantly, you let him get away with it?"

"wha- why 'get away with it'? what am i supposed to do?", you, looked up at him, his own head leaning against the headboard of your bed. the tv was running in the background but you two quickly found out that being petty was way more entertaining than sleepless in seattle.

"i don't know, tell him that his dirty talk sucks?"

your cheeks burned at that. "well not all of us are natural talents like you, cheol."

he raised a brow, a smirk tugging on his pretty lips, only worsening your flustered condition. "and how does lil' old you know that i'm such a natural talent at dirty talk?"

"w- well, if you think wonwoo was so bad..." hurriedly, you looked into the screen of your phone, scrolling for something that would catch your eye when seungcheol snatched your phone out of your grasp, holding it out of reach for you. you squealed in protest, scrambling to stand up but his other hand easily held you down by your shoulder, chuckling in delight.

"'baby girl'", he began to quote and you let out a noise somewhere between laughing and yelling, which only fueled him on to continue. "'wait for me to come home, sugar plum.' sugar plum? that sounds like a slur."

you tried to pry his hand off your shoulder, still giggling like a crazed maniac. "we watched the nut cracker together!"

"oh, that immediately excuses it. you got me there." finally letting go of your shoulder, he handed you your phone again, softly brushing your hair out of your face as an unspoken apology. you huffed for a second, grin betraying your faux annoyance as you unlocked your phone once again.

"you dick", you grumbled.

"aw, 'm sorry, love." leaning down he pressed his cheek against yours, nuzzling you almost like a dog would to apologize. your own overgrown cheol-puppy.

"ugh 's fine, stop suffocating me!", you laughed faintly.

as cheol settled back against the headboard, you couldn't help but sneak a few glances at him. his hair was disheveled, sticking in almost every direction, cheeks rosy from both food and laughter. he was undeniably handsome, you completely understood why one would be jealous over someone like seungcheol. "but really", he said, gazing back at the tv but seemingly deep in thought. "did that even do anything for you?"

normally, you'd react with an eye roll and a shove against his shoulder at such a question, but his tone seemed sincere enough to consider an actual answer. you paused, thinking. "not really, but... i don't know. i just didn't wanna make him uncomfortable."

"why would he be uncomfortable? was he that bad with criticism?", he half-joked. "i mean i wouldn't put it past him."

"no, it's not that", you giggled. "just feels weird telling someone who loves you that you get off on them treating you like a whore, ya know?"

his fingers in your hair flinched for only a heartbeat. "oh?"

"don't 'oh' me, cheol! i heard hyeri talk about what you guys did in bed! you're far from a saint." hyeri being his latest ex girlfriend. she had been sweet, pretty too. one could only wonder about the reason it didn't work out between them, but he had never been one to talk much about his romantic relationships with you - to your dismay.

seungcheol's cheeks glowed a bright shade of red. "okay first of all - you fuckin' pervert asking for deets on our sex life-"

"wha', i didn't ask-"

"second of all", he interrupted you, grinning at your offended tone. "i still don't get how that'd be weird to say? you wanna get fucked hard and slapped around? that's more than doable."

you felt your breath hitch. "n- there's more to it though."

god, why were you so embarrassed? you're talking to seungcheol of all people! your seungcheol! you've never felt hindered in your ability to talk to him, usually telling him every little thought that pops into your mind, no matter how insignificant. there was no reason for your heart to beat as fast as it did... or your thighs to rub together like that.

"like what?"

"being called names, being hit, choked... that kinda stuff."

he paused for a second as if to let your last reply really sink in, eyes still not trained on the tv - even though you only stared at him, heart thumping in anticipation for something you couldn't name, text conversations between you and your ex half-forgotten. "still doable."

a gasp on your end. "oh, that's- okay."

you barely even registered the smugness radiating off of him, all too similar to a cat that swallowed a canary, too busy with the heat radiating off your face. "it's only okay?" oh you could punch him right now, that smug bastard.

rolling your eyes, you let a whine pass from your lips. "you're insufferable. you know what i meant!"

seeming content with your reaction, his fingers tugged a little harder on your hair than before, forcing a squeak out of you. maybe it was the excitement of the situation or the post breakup emotional volcano, but the excitement that bled through you was hard to handle. your palms felt sweaty, teeth nervously chewing the inside of your cheek, eyes constantly flickering from his smirk to his biceps. was he working out again? fuck, why did you even care?

his hand came to a still, glance now directed at you as he took in every last detail of your face as if on search for something. searching for what? you weren't able to tell. he inhaled sharply. "i've been meaning to tell you something."

if your heart could beat any faster, it'd explode. "yeah?", you replied, voice breathless.

"fuck", he swallowed. "you're just- i can't believe, i've never said anything-"

your phone vibrated on your chest, startling the both of you, cheeks ablaze. you practically jumped up from his lap, your back facing cheol now, saving you from the embarrassment of him seeing how flustered you got. fuck, fuck, fuck - what was happening? fumbling to see who'd call you this late, you stuttered, "wh- s- sorry, i gotta see who-"

and as if your poor heart couldn't take more excitement, you felt all the blood drain from your face. it was-

"wonwoo?", you gasped. it all happened so quick, as soon as seungcheol had heard you utter his name, he lurched forward, snatching your still vibrating phone out of your grasp. he pushed himself off the bed, you following him suit, yelling in protest only to be met with his strong arm, trying his hardest to keep you away.

your got on your tiptoes, trying to reach his extended arm that was holding the ticket to talk to wonwoo once again above your head. "you're not - fuck, did you just try to bite me? - you're not gonna answer him! are you insane?"

"maybe something happened, cheol! stop being a dick! i just wanna see what-", you squealed, backing him up into the wall of your bedroom, hands clawing at his arm, shoulder, chest - whatever you could reach. only for him to hold you at an arm's distance with ease.

"absolutely fucking not!"

"i swear to god, choi seungcheol! please i'm begging!"

"no!" and with that he reversed your positions, getting ahold of your arms, pinning them against your chest as your back hit the wall - only to drop your phone in the process. you moved quickly, pushing him away, grabbing your phone off the ground, seungcheol groaning in pain above you.

with shaky fingers you pressed 'accept call'. you'd meet your best friend's wrath after. nothing could be as important as what wonwoo probably wants to tell you. with one last glance at cheol you held your breath, body moving in autopilot mode. "h- hello?"

the only sound you were met with was the beeping of the other line.

oh fuck.

you didn't even resist seungcheol's strong hold anymore, barely even flinched when his arms caged you against the wall, eyes completely set on the floor. tears were welling up once again, yet you felt mute, no sound escaping your lungs, humiliation burning through you like hellfire. how could you be this naive?

were you hoping he'd see his mistake and realize you were the one for him? were you really expecting him to disregard all his insecurities just like that? or well - were you thinking seungcheol wouldn't be mad at your behavior after he consoled you for weeks?

"look at me", his voice felt like a slap across your face - maybe a deserved one. his presence felt intimidating, frame so broad, muscular arms flexing next to your head. you swallowed, teary eyes still avoiding his heated gaze.

"cheol..."

he inhaled sharply as if to contain himself. "sweetheart, i can't even begin-", he balled his hands into fists, leaning closer. "to tell you how mad i am, so i'm not going to ask you again."

hesitantly you looked up at him through wet lashes, guilt like a pit in your stomach, threatening to swallow you whole. his brows were furrowed, lips pursed, face only inches away from yours. if you concentrated you could feel his soft breath on you as he mustered a "why?"

there was no need to further elaborate the question, you were well aware about what he meant. "i don't know, i-", you felt your chest tighten. "was being stupid again."

this seemed to infuriate him even more. "can you stop fucking saying that about yourself?!", his voice was almost too loud to bear, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to collect himself.

everything was too much for you. the shame and humiliation, the sadness and despair, the tension between you and your best friend - a deadly cocktail brewing inside your chest. you weakly pushed against him. "am i not? you tell me that i shouldn't but then i do such dumb shit and- and don't even listen too! what am i thinking?! fuck!", you screeched, repeatedly hitting his broad chest with your fists as you felt fat tears leaving wet trails on your cheeks.

"will you calm the fuck down?", he tried getting ahold of your hands, body now fully caging yours as his torso pressed against your own.

you were trying to wind out of his hold, not quite done with your tantrum. "why is it so hard, cheol? huh? why is it so hard to love me?"

"that's it." his free hand on the back off your head, he crashed his lips against your own, all teeth and tears, the kiss knocking the wind out of your lungs. it was a strange sensation, he tasted like a mix of salt and anger, nothing like you had imagined when you had still dared to dream about him in that way.

to his surprise, you returned his affection tenfold, melting against him in an instant, whimpers escaping your mouth as you felt him nip on your lower lip. it was heaven. or hell. or something in between that grounded you in a way that only he could.

"you drive me fuckin' nuts", he mumbled into your mouth, holding your face in place as you struggled to catch your breath. he was everywhere, felt him everywhere. it felt like he was actively trying not to let any thoughts of wonwoo enter your mind, by filling all your senses with him. "you hear me?"

"cheol..." you tilted your head, the feeling of his lips on your cheeks and jaw sending sparks down to your cunt. fuck, was this really happening?

his hands tilted your head to the side, allowing him access to your neck. "all this time getting used by some insecure fuck who didn't even know how to make you wet", he rolled his hips into you to emphasize his point, forcing a surprised gasp out of your lips. you held onto his arms for dear life, fearing that if you were to let go, you'd slump to the ground and never be able to stand back up.

"did he ever touch you like this? hm?", his teeth grazed your pulse point and you swore you could see stars for a moment.

"p- please, cheol."

another sharp roll of his hips. "answer."

feeling his half hard cock against your core, you shuddered. "he- n- no, but he tried."

that seemed to amuse him, wolfish grin adorning his features as he stared down at you. you couldn't help but feel like prey in his arms. "that's cute." he forced his thigh between your legs, grinding your still clothed cunt against him. "i'll do more than 'try', baby."

seungcheol didn't need to guide you anymore, your hips were already moving on their own, eager for any kind of friction. you were desperate. the past few weeks - and especially today - had been a rollercoaster of emotions, lows sending you into deep depression and highs into bursts of anger. but this felt like an oasis in the midst of it all, offering a break from all this turmoil surrounding you.

his lips never left your neck as his hands massaged your tits through your shirt. oh, how often you'd stared at his gorgeous hands.

"so good for me", he muttered and you could only whine in response. "always been so good for me, baby. so sexy and needy for me. fuck."

always been? your mind might be foggy from all the lust emerging within you, yet you still felt your heart skip a beat at that. all you could muster was a tug against his shirt, breaths coming out in hot pants. you needed to feel his skin on yours, to get rid of all the layers separating you from each other.

"take it off", you begged more insistently, impatiently grinding against his strong leg.

seungcheol paused his kissing and groping, grabbing the hem of his shirt and giving you exactly what you asked for. his pale skin looked so smooth, chest looking broader than the last time you'd seen him like this. you felt yourself get wetter just by the sight alone.

pulling off your slacks, his fingers immediately gravitated towards your panties, pads running along your folds. you let out a breathless moan, tugging on his dark locks. cheol laughed, "i told you that i'm gonna do more than just try."

in any other situation you'd melt into a puddle of shame about how wet you already were just from a makeout session, but this was different. feelings of pleasure and surprise and maybe even love overwhelming your senses like tides washing over you. and it was cheol. your cheol. there was no need for embarrassment with him.

"please", you whimpered, feeling your knees buckle under your weight. "need you s'bad."

his thumb rubbed tight circles onto your clit, ego growing by how needy you sounded for him. "i know, babe, i know", he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. "i'll get you stuffed later, i promise. need to prep you for my cock first though. can you wait a little longer for me?"

your hips moved in motion with his hands, nodding your head 'yes'.

"good girl." he pushed your panties to the side, sliding two fingers inside with ease. you felt yourself open up for him, walls stretching around his digits, moving deliciously slow inside of you. faint whimpers escaped your parted lips, seungcheol still holding you steady with his incredible strength.

"wanna feel you, cheol", you tried to entice him with wet kisses which he half heartedly reciprocated, too focused on scissoring you open with his deft fingers. "no more prep."

he groaned against you as your tongue traced his bottom lip. "behave", he growled.

you couldn't help but think about the stark contrast between cheol and wonwoo. how often you'd tried to be satisfied with wonwoo's shy attempts at controlling you in the bedroom upon your request. at the time you didn't mind pretending for him, although he paled in comparison to your seungcheol. it seemed to come so natural to him, keeping you in check with only a few words and a twist of his hand.

"wait", he paused all of a sudden. "is this you trying to act out? t'get me to be mean to you?"

a deep blush bloomed all over your face, spreading down to your chest. you hoped with all your heart he wouldn't notice, staring at him all wide eyes and soft pants. seungcheol grinned, thumb tapping your clit without prior warning. "does my good girl wanna pretend she's a dirty slut? wanna get fucked raw, baby?"

your moans were louder than anticipated, hands trying to steady yourself on his shoulders. fuck, you should not have told him about your fantasies beforehand. "s'mean to me."

"just how you like it."

as his hand finally moved to free his cock from his sweats, you could only gawk in amazement. hyeri really didn't exaggerate about his size when she spilled all their dirty secrets. his tip was the prettiest shade of pink you could imagine, a soft curve to his length that stood proud and hard against his abdomen. in short - his dick made your mouth water.

"oh f-fuck", you all but moaned, trying to grind against his hand.

seungcheol raised his brows at your unfiltered reaction, reaching for your hand and placing it right onto his cock. "someone's impressed", he guided your fingers up and down his length, soft groans escaping him.

you could barely even concentrate on getting him off, too overwhelmed by the tight knot that had formed in your lower abdomen. the sounds your cunt made, every time cheol moved his fingers, almost sounded pornographic to your years. it all felt so dirty, so forbidden, yet so right. why did it take you two so long to finally fuck?

"i- inside! fuck, wanna cum so bad, cheol."

a shaky chuckle. "oh fuck- y'wanna get fucked by this cock? beg."

any sort of dignity vanished into thin air for you, pleasure more important than anything other than this moment. if he wasn't going to fuck you open soon, you were certain, you'd turn insane. "please! please, need your fat cock inside me so - oh - so bad! need you!"

and with that, he pulled his fingers out of you, lining his head up with your entrance. "there's my good baby."

the stretch felt amazing. pain mixing with all your pent up pleasure as seungcheol lifted your leg up high to fuck you from a deeper angle. saliva was dripping down your mouth, already way beyond caring about appearances. he finally bottomed out completely, his hips meeting your own as he grabbed your chin to meet his gaze. "gonna fuck you so good you'll forget about anyone who came before me."

your eyes widened at the promise, crashing your lips against his in a desperate kiss. his thrusts held so much power in them, squeals erupting out of you every time he pushed into you. you wouldn't be surprised if you were to wake up the next day, covered in bruises. the grunts he let out every time you squeezed around him only spurred you on, arms wrapped around his neck, trying to hold him impossibly closer.

"cheol- 'm gonna cum!", you pleaded against his lips. "so fucking good!"

his body felt like pure sin as his grip around your thigh tightened, to increase his pace. you could feel it all - the sweat dripping off his chest, his abs slamming against your stomach, the imprint his fingers would leave - you felt it all. "g- good", he groaned. "need you to milk me fuckin' dry, baby."

the image of him cumming inside, finally sent you over the edge, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you dug your nails into his shoulder blades. there was no pleasure comparable to this. you shook in his grasp, cunt spasming around his still moving cock.

with one final push of his hips, he came inside of you, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. a shaky moan erupted from his pretty lips as his head rested against yours, melting against your touch. he remained there for some time, hand coming to stroke the back of your head as if to praise you. "been waiting", he panted. "so long to do this."

your laughter sounded tired and muffled, face still smushed against his shoulder. "what was stopping you?"

he hissed as he gently pulled out of you, still cradling your head. oh, you would be sore tomorrow. "your ex", he laughed. "but don't worry. there's nothing that's gonna stop me from now on."

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