#uhh how about ‘CLOUDED MOOD’?

[ja3honey]

♡ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Your boyfriend just wanted to give you an early Christmas present.

『Word count』 : 5.3k

-> Genre: Pure smut with little plot, hehe.

Pairing: Boyfriend!San x Reader [SeongJoong x Reader]

[Warnings] : Reader is insecure. Foursome. Powerplay. Pet names [Angel, Bunny, Baby, Sweet Thing.] Light Choking. Kissing, Neck kisses. Body worship. Anxious thoughts. Some self-doubt, but the boys take lots of care of the reader. Possessive San. Voyeur San. Seonghwa likes to call reader whore but in a sweet way. Spanking. Dom!SeongSanJoong. Unprotected sex. Very subby Reader. Subspace. Dry humping. Oral. Use of the word slut. Daddy kink. MxM. San is secretly a switch/bottom. Creampie. Multiple orgasms. Squirting. Brat taming. Sharing is caring. Dirty talk. Deep throating. I was drunk when I wrote half of this, so bare with me...

Note: Hi, Hi! Ahh, this fic is finally done. Hehe. I spent early hours in the morning, and one night after, i drank way too much vodka heh. So if there is anything weird. Uhh, blame drunk me. Also! This is most likely the last fic I'll be posting for 2023. So that's crazy. I'll still be around but I'm going to a wedding, so I won't be near my computer. Ahhh

Also, thank you so much to the wonderful @fandems for helping make this masterpiece come to life. I hope you enjoy the read, darling. ♡♡

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“Okay, okay. I’ll be there soon.” You hummed hearing your boyfriend whine about how much he misses you and how he wanted to see you try on the hoodie in person. He and the others were currently staying at some hotel just outside Seoul for a shoot they were doing, and his mom had brought hoods she made with each of their names on it. Of course, she made one for you as well. Saying it was not up for debate even though you tried to decline, saying it was just ‘for the boys’.

“Please hurry. I miss you so much.” His blunt whimpers caused a stir in your tummy when you first heard them. You had to stop yourself from complaining about how he was making you wet from his voice alone. So, instead, you thought it would be cute to dress up a bit. Wear something a little more revealing. A nice crop top and shorts. Yes, that was a nice idea. Of course, since it was cold out and you weren't about to walk around Seoul in next to nothing anyways, so, you covered yourself with a large overcoat that draped all the way for to your knees. It was an early Christmas gift from Hongjoong. Which made your heart flutter when he gave it to you. You didn’t expect a gift from any of the members, really. But when Hongjoong brought you the gift while you were cuddling with San on the couch in the studio, you couldn’t help but blush. Or another time when he and Seonghwa brought you food when you were sick when they dropped off San at your apartment. Or when it was just the four of you chilling out at your place while watching a random film.

Everything just felt right.

You tried to hide your feelings towards the other two men, but it was growing harder after each interaction. They were so kind to you. They cared for you. And it made you feel like you were on cloud nine when they were around. San has made jokes in the past about you having a crush on his members, but you always brushed it off so he wouldn't feel bad. You love San, you really do. He was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. But there was just something about Hongjoong and Seonghwa that you just couldn’t shake.

“Okay, I’m out the front. I’m gonna hang up now,” you said goodbye quickly before heading for the entrance of the hotel. San had already mentioned to the front desk clerk that you would show up, so they had a key waiting for you and everything. Standing in the elevator, you suddenly felt your nerves tingle. What if he just wanted to cuddle for a bit, give you the gift, and then kick you out. Or worse.. what if San wasn’t in the mood for some dirty antics?

Who are you kidding, he’s always in the mood.

But that still didn’t calm your shaky hands as you reached for the door handle while you scanned the key card against the lock. The room was silent.. the smell of musk caught your attention, making it known San had recently showered using the new body wash you had bought him. “H-Hello.”

You walked inside, locking the door behind you. Slipping off your shoes, you also placed your coat on the rack next to the entrance. Feeling the warmth of the hotel heating creep up on you. You walked slowly further into the little apartment. The only light was the ones from the city below and a side light next to a bed. Strange? “S-Sannie? Are you here…”

“Hello, angel.” A deep chuckle caught you off guard as a pair of hands gripped your waist suddenly. The light gasps that left your lips made the unknown male sigh in satisfaction, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You know his cologne. This voice. That chuckle.

“J-Joong?” You were shaking, but not out of fear but excitement. You felt like you had walked straight into a dream. A different reality even. You had to kick yourself for falling so quickly for the man who wasn’t your lover. Your eyes snapped open, and a breath was hitched. What were you doing?! you couldn’t do this. Not when you were with San. “Wait. Hongjoong.” You tried to pull out of Joong’s tight grasp, your voice sounding more stern and clear. 

“awe, come on, Angel. I’m only playing.” He let you go suddenly, letting the tension of your hips push you forward, tripping, until you slammed into something broad. A tall, warm body. Your hands gripped the man's shoulders while he pulled you flushed against his chest by your waist.

“S-San…” You whimper, feeling guilt cloud your judgment. Hot breath tickled your ear lobe before a deep voice sent shivers down your spine;

“Guess again, Bunny.” Your body completely tenses up hearing Seonghwa’s sombre smooth voice. The same voice he uses when he makes the calming ASMR videos. God, you could fall asleep peacefully to this man just simply talking. Or humming. Wait, no, stop.

“W-Where’s San. He needs to give m-me─A personalized hoodie.” Your words get cut off by none other than your lover, San. His ravenous chuckle made your mouth water. What were these three trying to do to you? Send you into an early grave. “I thought we could have a little fun before I give you the gift.”

You can hear lusts dripping from his voice. But yet you still couldn’t see anything. Your eyes have not adjusted to the dark room, but San was clearly behind you while your face and body were still firmly against Seonghwa’s chest. “We want the city to see just how good you can be.” Seonghwa sounded more dominant than San. His alluring aura made you want to stink to your knees and do whatever he wished. You were trembling against him, which he no doubtfully felt. And without a word being spoken. He let you go, leaving you standing, alone, in the dark. You were about to protest when all of a sudden you felt familiar arms snake around you, pulling you flush against him. San nuzzled his face in your neck, giving you some light kisses, trying his best to calm your nerves. 

In truth, San, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong had many conversations about you. One more dirtier than the last. It first started with San gloating about how you were so good for him. How you would walk around in nothing but his hoodies and how he always got a nice look at your plump ass. Another time, he brought up the fact that you were an excellent dick sucker. He swore he could nut just from your mouth alone. This, of course, made the other men jealous. How dare San have you all to himself when they all know very well the way you look at them. The way your thighs clench whenever Hwa or Joong would accidentally touch you. You were just as needy as they were. “You gonna be a good girl, baby?”

San’s lips latched onto your neck, sucking a harsh purple mark. You still couldn’t see your surroundings, but you could feel, other than San's hands that were still on your waist, another pair of hands gripped a hand full of your plump thighs. You felt a whimper brew in your throat as San’s hands snaked up towards your chest, letting his fingertips graze just under your breasts. The unknown male's set of hands that were still perched on your thighs slowly moved upwards until they were tugging your legs apart, slowly tugging your shorts off. The dark chuckle from below made you realize the man who was holding your legs was crouched in front of you. With his head so close to where you need care the most. “S-Sann..”

“Uh, Uh. Answer the question, baby. Are you going to be a good girl for all three of us?” His hot breath tickled your earlobe, making your mind spin. Your hand reached down, finding a soft head of fluffy locks, your fingers tangling in them, pulling him closer to your heated core. Your other hand grasps San’s shoulder, pushing him towards your neck once more. 

“Please, sir.” You whined loudly, earning a groan from all three men, making you realize the last male was also standing behind you. San mutters something you didn’t bother listening to as suddenly felt a set of teeth bite down on your inner thigh, making you gasp in a high pitch. “Oh my god!”

The man between your legs snickered, pulling your panties to the side so he could press his nose against your soaked cunt. “That’s right bunny. I’m your god.” Seonghwa’s voice was so deep, filling with lust at each breath. You had to moan from his words, knowing full well how much of a god complex Seonghwa had. Your fingers tugged tighter on his hair, earning a low growl from that man. You were about to say something but your voice got caught in your throat as San’s hand wrapped perfectly around your neck, squeezing tight enough that it got your head spinning.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t a god Seonghwa.” San’s cheeky mumble caused the man between your legs to huff, rolling his eyes as he went back to licking a strip along your fold. His fingers play with your entrance, pushing his tongue against your sensitive clit making you gasp out yet again, ‘Oh my god’, which made Seonghwa chuckle lowly.

“She says differently there, Sannie.” The vibration of Seonghwa’s voice made you clench around his lone finger. San’s hand got tighter around your neck, pulling you backwards so you were bent in a weird position, looking at San with a shocked expression. 

“Baby. Don’t start being a brat. I’m your sir, and this is Hwa and Joong. Go it!” He spat out, annoyance lacing on his tongue. Your hazy eyes looked up at him with sorrow. You pouted slightly, knowing exactly how to play San’s games.

“I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me.” You whimpered trying to keep your eyes open but it was becoming increasingly harder as you feel Seonghwa add another finger into your wet pussy. San just scoffed before telling Seonghwa to move. You cried from the loss of contact but since Hwa is such a people pleaser, he slowly kissed up your body, collar and neck before whispering in your ear;

“Don’t worry my obedient little whore. I’ll treat you soon enough.” San didn’t respond this time, just scoffing before letting you go. Your knees buckled trying to keep yourself upright. But a new pair of hands grabbed you, letting you lean against a hard chest. 

“Hey there, angel, ready for some fun?” Hongjoong’s voice was higher pitched than the others, but it still held the same authority if not more. You nodded with a quick ‘yes’ letting the male chuckle at how obedient you are. San had turned on the bedside lamps, letting the dim orange hue shine through the room, letting you see the three men for the first time tonight. Seonghwa’s hair was a mess from your fingers, lips glistening from your slick. God, as if he couldn’t get any more hot, there he was in all his egotistical glory. 

“Baby. Stand you for us. And take off your shirt.” San said, nonchalantly, while downing a glass of liquor from the dry bar in the corner of the hotel room. You gulp slowly, taking off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. You became all too aware that you were only in your underwear in front of three very powerful men. You weren’t the thinnest either, so your insecurities started being placed on full alert. Seonghwa seemed to notice first, moving so he was flushed against you, chest to chest. he gave you the warmest smile before dipping his head in closer. His nose was grazing against yours, his lips almost close enough to touch. You had no idea if you were allowed to kiss him or Hongjoong, but given his face was between your legs only minutes ago, what harm would it entail?

Seonghwa gave you a surprised groan as he felt your plump lips. His tongue slipped effortlessly into your mouth like it was made to do just that. You could taste yourself on him, which caused a whimper to escape. His hands gripped your bare hips tightly, holding you so close that you could feel his bulge against your thigh. San was watching the situation unfold in front of him, biting his bottom lip at just how submissive you can quickly become around the three of them. How almost normal it felt. San gave a little whistle for Hongjoong to join in, while he took a seat on a large seat that sits by the window, gifting him the perfect view of the show you were so eagerly putting on. 

“Play nice with her. Or I’ll never let you touch her again.” San’s voice was stern and controlling. But man, did it make you shiver. You knew if you wanted to be rough or slow you would use your safe word or the traffic light system and you were also damn sure that San drilled it into the other two’s heads before this little ordeal. So you knew you were in a completely safe environment, and this was all for the thrill. 

“You hear that, Bunny. Sannie thinks we can’t play nice.” Seonghwa mumbles against your lips before moving down to kiss your cheek, jaw, and neck.

“He thinks we’re gonna get too rough with you.” Hongjoong grabs a fist full of your breasts squeezing tightly, drawing out a choked moan from you. His lips grazed your ear before biting softly on your ear lobe. Your nerves felt like they were on fire with the way these two tag teamed you. Like they had practised many times for this moment. “But you like it rough don’t you, angel?”

“Yeah, you like it when you're manhandled. Thrown around like a pleasure whore. Hmm?” Seonghwa nipped at your collarbone causing a yelp to escape you. The two of them just chuckled, knowing exactly how to tease you from hearing detail after detail of San explaining how much of a subby little fuck toy you are for him. 

"Please, Da-Hongjoong... touch me." You whimpered, almost calling him something other than his name. Even though San said not to call them anything other than what he gave you. Yet you had the biggest urge to disobey.

"But am I touching you, angel?" Hongjoong knew what he was doing. He needed you to break, spill all your dirty secrets out before he touched you. But Seonghwa, on the other hand, all he wanted to do was make you squirm until overdrive. His hands gripping at any part of exposed flesh, his hot tongue licking along your neck, while he suckles yet another red and purple mark. You were most certain that you had leaked through your panties and down your leg by now. Your brain clouded, and all judgement slipped slowly into your subspace as two pairs of lips find the most sensitive spots on your neck and collarbone.

“F-Fuckk.” You swore, tilting your head back against Hongjoong’s shoulder. Seonghwa’s hand dipped into the top of your panties siding his fingers down through your soaking cunt. Hongjoong on the other hand, tugged on your bra until your breasts spilled out the top of it. His fingers pinched your peaked nipples while Seonghwa start to slowly fuck two fingers in you, stretching you out nicely. Both men didn’t stop their assault on your neck, littering your skin with bright marks and bites. You hazily hummed, opening your eyes to see San sitting with his lips parted and his hand palming his crotch. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Such a potty mouth, Bunny.” Seonghwa laughed pushing a third finger inside you while his palm rests on your clit perfectly. “I wonder what other filthy things you can say sweet things.”

“Oh, she can say many filthy things.” San’s voice made you jump, not realizing you had your eyes closed and San had moved to stand next to you, completely trapping you in the middle of all three of them. “You just gotta know what buttons to press.” 

San gripped Seonghwa’s wrist, tugging it out of your cunt making you yelp. His hands grabbed your hips before literally ripping your panties to shreds, letting the pieces of fabric fall to the floor. San’s hand gave your ass cheek as loud, harsh slap making you fall forward towards the perfectly made bed. “Come on baby. Shake that pretty thing for us.” You lazily wiggle your ass, letting the three men stare at your plump cake and leaking cunt. You felt humiliated in the best way possible, wanting nothing but the approval of the men behind you.

San stood behind you, pressing his clothed crotch against your ass, grinding slowly. You choked, feeling the rough fabric of his pants against your skin. His fingers gripping your waist tight enough, it threatened to draw blood, while his hips pulled away before snapping back on your ass. He was thrusted against you dry. Railing you up, causing you to slip into your subspace. “What do you need, baby? Tell us what you want.” He thrusted with. Every. Word.

“I w-wan…” You whimper, feeling tears swell in your eyes, your fingers tangling into the white sheets. “I want you, sir, please.”

A sharp pain shot down your nerves as you felt Sans's hand smack your ass. “You can do better. What. Do. You. Want. Slut.” He pushed two fingers into your pussy making you cry out, shaking at the sudden pleasure.

“I-I want cock please sir. I want to be fucked so badly.” All three men groaned at your filthy cry. Not just asking for San but to just be fucked in general. “I want to be full so badly.”

“See, what wasn’t so hard now, was it.” San snaked his fingers in your hair, yanking your head upwards. You yelped at the slight pain, your arms shaking, trying your best to keep yourself up. “Now the real question is. Which cock you want first?”

“Daddy…” You gaze at the two men standing by the window on your left-hand side. Seonghwa’s eyebrow raised while Hongjoong had the most sadistic smile you’d ever seen. San looked over to them, confused for a moment, feeling a little bit of rage but yet a hint of curiosity. Hongjoong scoffed, clicking his tongue before he started to undo his belt. San tugged you by the hair, so you were standing completely straight up. His hot breath against your earlobe before he gave your ass one more final slap, then squeeze. If you were going to play a bratty game. Then a bratty game it shall be.

“Okay, baby. You want his cock, then you can have it…” His hand snaked back around your throat choking you harshly. “But if you call him daddy one more time, I’ll grab that vibrator I know you have in your backpack and leave it on you until you learn your lesson. Got it.”

You nodded like an idiot, whining just wanting to be filled. But at the same time, San’s empty threat sounded so very tempting. Sadly, before you could say anything, San twisted you around until you fell on your back on the bed. Hongjoong was on you in seconds. His face is inches from you, with the same sadistic smile painted on it. “Hi there Angel…” He kissed your cheek before whispering in your ear. “Don’t worry, Darling, Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” His voice was low enough that San would only be able to hear mumbles, which caused him to roll his eyes with what felt like the millionth time tonight. Seonghwa, of course, noticed, letting out a laugh.

“Lighten up, Sannie. Share some of the reins. It’ll be more enjoyable.” Seonghwa grabbed the younger male's shoulders, pushing his fingers into his deep neck tissue, feeling his muscles so tense and tight. San closed his eyes for a moment, finally relaxing against the older man. You watched the whole situation unfold, making your head spin. The boys all cared for one another so much and looked out for one another. You felt your heart swell.

“Hey, eyes on me, sweet thing. I want you to look at me while I ruin you.” Your gaze snapped back to him instantly, biting your lip while your brows knitted together. You felt his cock rubbed against your dripping folds, making you forget the other two that stood next to the window. “That’s it, baby. Deep breath.”

You did as you were told, taking in a sharp breath as you felt Hongjoong ease inside you. He wasn’t as long as San, but his girth was something else. He felt like you were being stretched to the breaking point, turning your already mushy brain into more mush if that was even possible. “Hongjoong!!”

His pace was unforgiving, snapping his hips against you without a second thought. He did not wait for you to get used to him, making his thrust mix with the best kind of pain and pleasure. Your mouth hung open with drool pooling on your right side while you moan uncontrollably. You tried your best to keep your eyes open but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you was making it hard. You didn’t even notice the bed dipping until you saw a washed-out red hair sitting above you. He leaned down giving you a drawn-out kiss while Hongjoong’s hips snapped against you with fury and determination as he fell forward to case your right nipple in his hot mouth. You felt like you were going to explode within seconds. “You gonna cum for Joong bunny?” 

Seonghwa’s voice stirred you forward feeling a sharp burn snap in your gut as his fingers attach to your clit and his lips to your nipple. You’ve never felt so overstimulated in one moment, having three pairs of hands groping, squeezing and teasing any and all parts of your body. Three mouths licking, sucking, and biting you like you were their last meal on earth. You couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the sudden gush of liquid that slipped out of you, screaming into San’s mouth, sounding like a pathetic porn star. “Fuck did you just squirt?” Hongjoong was the first to speak slowing his thrusts for a moment.

“She did, look the bed is covered.” Seonghwa chuckled.

“Such a good girl. Now you gonna take Joongie’s cum hmm?” San didn’t need to see the other two men’s expressions to know their excitement just grew about a million percent. Hongjoong had to snap his cock back inside you just at the thought.

“Really San? You’ll let us come in your girl?” Hongjoong sounded like he was asking a completely mundane question and not currently balls deep inside of you. San gave you one slap quick peck on the lips as if he was checking in on you without needing to say anything. He could see the sparkle in your eyes, giving him the okay to answer.

“Oh course. Sharing is caring.” 

Everything happened so fast. You couldn’t even tell whose hands were whose. Your body was flipped around until your legs dangled on the end of the bed and Hongjoong was back pushing into your sensitive puffy pussy. He crossed his arms over to grab your hips, holding you firmly as he fucked you hard, quick and desperately. Trying to chase his own high. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” Hongjoong was so close he just needed a little more, just a little push. And then you clenched hard around him, feeling you about to come again making him choke as he suddenly stop his thrusts, spilling his hot cum deep into your cunt. “Oh fuck. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“I know, right? And no matter how many times you fucker her. She’s still so needy.” San prided himself in his stamina and when he found out you could go for multiple rounds, it was like a match made in heaven. “Step aside, Joong, I need to feel my baby's cunt.”

A panting Hongjoong pulled out of you slowly, feeling you clench. He groaned, seeing his cum mix with yours as it spilled out of your pussy and down your leg. San was quick to pull you up, walking you over to the chair by the window. He sat down letting you fall onto his lap. You whined, fingers tangling into his shirt. “T-too clothed sir.”

“Hmm, what’s that doll? Am I too clothed for you?” San giggled, tilting his head back as you nodded your head. he held your face, kissing you deeply while mumbling against your lips, “Okay then, baby.”

He turned you around in his lap so your back was against his chest. Your gaze scanned the room seeing Hongjoong laying down on the couch, his cock stuffed by him his sweats but Seonghwa on the hand was stalking his way towards you and San, tugging his shirt off. Neither man had to say another word as San tilted you forward, making you place your hands on his knees. Your face was eye leveled with Seonghwa’s aching clothed crotch, while you could hear San remove his clothes. Seonghwa grabbed your chin, making you look up between your lashes at the older male. His smirk sent shivers down your spine, “Gonna let me fuck your mouth like a good obedient little whore?” 

“Yes, please, Sir.” A loud slap echoed in the room as you let out a yelp. San’s hand rubs your raw ass, smoothing your hot skin. 

“What d-did I say?” San growled.

You looked over your shoulder quickly, seeing San’s eyes were almost pitch, pooling with lust. You gave him a small simple smile before looking back to Seonghwa. “Please. May I please have your cock… Sir.” 

“Fucking brat.” San stood up, gripping your hips tightly, bending you so you could place your hands on the arms of the chair. San gave your ass another harsh slap making you cry, tears swelling down your cheeks. “You want to be a brat. I’ll fuck you like one.”

He sunk into your cunt in one swift motion, knocking the wind right out of your lungs. You screamed, dropping your head while you moaned San’s name over and over against with each sharp, brutal thrust. Your nails dug into the chair, eyes shut tight. Every nerve in your body was on fire, feeling San’s big cock abuse your cervix. “Fuck, sir! Please. So big. Fuck. So full.”

“What? Cock drunk already? Too stupid to form a sentence anymore?” San mocked you, placing a hand on your shoulder, while the other stayed firmly on your hip. He pushed you up slightly, whistling slightly. You didn’t understand what was going on but the next thing you knew was feeling Seonghwa take a seat on the chair in front of you, his hard cock lying against his bare chest. Your eyes grew wide, he was longer and thicker than Hongjoong and San.

“Open wide, Bunny.” You gazed up at him for a moment, seeing a smirk painted on his perfect face. You spread your legs wider, so you’d be levelled with Seonghwa. San let go of your shoulder, stilling his hips so you could take Seonghwa’s cock in your mouth. You tried your best not to gag, gripping tightly onto his thighs while San started to grind his cock against you again once you could take at least half of him. “Fuck. Your mouth feels so good Bunny. So warm.”

“Oh, Just wait-fuck..till you feel her cunt.” San smirked.

“Like I said best pussy I’d ever had.” Hongjoong laughed from afar, most likely still on the bed, watching. Seonghwa threw his head back losing himself in the feeling of your mouth, while San’s thrusts began to get unstable feeling his orgasm creeping closer. He snaked a hand under you to rub your clit, trying to get you to come first. He needed you to come first, he needs to feel you let go and cream around his cock before he could pump you full.

“Come on baby, can you... f-fuck, can you cum for me. I need you to let go, baby.” San was mumbling, losing himself with the feeling of your soaked cunt clenching around his aching cock. You were crying around Seonghwa’s cock, making the vibration down his shaft cause him to buck his hips into you. Everything is so overwhelming, being filled by two men at the same time, while both being lost in pleasure from the feeling of your body. It made you dizzy as he squirted all over San, legs shaking and knees buckling. San came soon after, holding your hips in place so you wouldn’t fall. He swore, feeling his cum leak out around his cock as all the liquid pooled on the floor.

“Fuck, Bunny.” Seonghwa gripped your shoulders, tugging you off himself. San slipped out of you, sidestepping to take Seonghwa’s place in the chair, racking his hands through his sweaty, wet hair. Seonghwa manhandled you to lean against the window. Your nipples chilling to the cold temperature of the glass. Your hands sat flat on the window as Seonghwa laced his fingers with yours. He slowly glided his cock through your dripping folds before sinking right into your sensitive cunt with a groan. His pace was slow, calculated. You’ve never had a cock as big as Seonghwa and it was hitting all the right spots perfectly with each thrust. It didn’t take you long to feel the tinge in your gut again, already so oversensitive from being fucked twice already.

“Sir please I’m gonna cum again.” you completely forgot about San’s rule but no one seemed to notice except for Seonghwa, which made his ego grow more than he’d like to admit. Fucking your hard against the glass for all the city to see...

“Well go on. Cum like a little whore on my cock bunny. Cum while watching the city lights.” Seonghwa’s filthy words were just the right amount to send you over the edge, clamping down hard on his cock. He pulled out of you mid-high causing your body to shake in pain but you didn’t have any time to say anything, as he pushed right back in with a harsh slam, biting down on your shoulder.

You screamed. He came quicker than he would have liked, but the feeling of your cunt was too much for him. Everything went still, the only thing heard was heavy panting and racing hearts. Your mind was too hazy to register the two men helping you to the bed, laying you down where Hongjoong had been. You vaguely could see all three of them standing half-dressed and a mess, at the end of the bed, staring at you. They all thought how beautiful you looked and how well you did for them. And from that day on they knew their relationship with you was going to be completely different and none of them minded one bit.

San might have also ‘forgotten’ the next morning to give you the personalized hoodie so you would have to go back and get it. But not before himself, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong had another round with you.

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##DORKIFYING THESE BASTARDS BECAUSE I CAN :3

↪Alt. Title: Relationship Hcs

↪Ft. Noel Noa, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae

↪What's on your mind?: Ignore the bad cat drawing. I'm not an artist. Dont come after me saying theyre ooc unless you want to see this humble writer cry.

Noel Noa

I'am a strong believer of the Noel Noa is secretly a dork belief.

He would definetely spend an hour trying to think of a reply to your texts without sounding too cold or too giddy. Nobody come after me bc I know I'm right😃

Whenever he wants attention he just stands and stares at you like 🗿🗿 and expect you to notice his motive and give him affection right then and there.

Is a great cuddle buddy to have. He's like a human sized teddy bear. Also human heater with his natural body warmth—Which is especially perfect for cold days.

The type to feel giddy whenever you give him a kiss and tell him good luck or have fun. His expression doesn't change but it's obvious he's in a good mood with the flowers that would float around by his side the whole day.

Doesn't know what to give you most of the time so just expect some luxury items chilling at your doorstep sent by yours truly <3

But don't worry about not having enough money to pay him back. Just give him some rose you bought on the way and he's more than happy.

What? I'm wrong you say? Well too bad I'm not taking opinions.

Itoshi Rin

Pathetic man says he doesn't need your affections but sulks and becomes passive aggressive when you don't give him any. Like, the nerve?!!?

Becomes putty in your hands as you hold him close, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

Denies it but def loves being the small spoon. Something about the way you gently yet firmly hold him in your arms, as though you're shielding him from all the bad things makes him almost want to cry.

Although he isn't too big on pda, he does make sure he touches in some way somehow. Maybe your elbows touches as you walk together, maybe your pinkies as you rest your hands on the table, maybe his knees touches yours when you sit together. Doesn't matter how little, he just needs a way to touch you.

Sometimes calls you randomly in the middle of the night. He just needs to know that you're still with him, he's not sure if he can sleep in peace if he doesn't.

Tries to tell you 'I love you" but fails miserably and ends up telling you it's nothing instead.

Itoshi Sae

It goes without saying that this bastard is rich. Crazy rich. But the problem is he doesn't know where to spend it on. So, he goes with the safest option. Spend it on you.

The moment he catches you laying your eyes on a specific item, expect it on your drawer, receipt and all.

The type who gets so used to you saying you love him before he goes that when he notices you don't say it, he pauses in his steps and turns to look at you like. ??? Uhh hello? Where's the 'I love you, work hard but don't overwork yourself alright?'?? Why you just sending him off with a wave goodbye??

If you insist on not saying you love him then he'll walk off with a little stomp in his steps. The audacity! But this dumbass refuses to tell you what's the problem because it's so cringe, ew.

When he comes back home he's salty and is straight up ignoring you. How dare you not 'i love you goodbye' him?! Will keep up with this pettiness until you finally say the three words he's longed to hear eversince this morning.

After that, he's back to being unprovokingly rude(lovingly) and hugging you goodbye. Don't you ever do that again you loveable nincompoop, you can't just take away a essential part of his day like that.

Especially when he has a match against another team coming up. He won't be able to focus otherwise! He's so used to your words of love that the moment you stop saying them he gets incredibly worried (not like he'd ever tell you this) and it clouds his mind until the problem clears up eventually.

Gets so used to your affections and even sometimes ask you for it—non-verbally ofcourse. This bastard can't ask for affection properly for the life of him. Hates to admit it but he's grown to love the little affections you give him so don't you dare to ever pull that stunt again you got that?

#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #bllk x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #noel noa x reader #noa noel x reader #@@.xylvie's works

[vtoriacore]

✧ his epiphany

note: this might be a bit ooc? (i honestly think i write leona pretty well most of the time but he is so emotionally constipated that it’s hard to write for him during ✨conflict✨ but hopefully this didn’t turn out completely bad hdjd - i’d like to think he has his moments of maturity especially after chapter 6)

synopsis: in which leona, having caused another argument, comes to a conclusion that the cause of his awful feelings about it isn’t entirely platonic. 

How strange. It never quite occurred to Leona, that your presence had such a huge impact on his mood. And presently, as you were in the middle of leaving due to a dispute, he came to a sudden realisation (and of course, finally noticed his own emotions plummeting down to great depths). For in that very moment, he finally understood the exact reason for this: he had a thing for you. 

Oh, and it wasn't a small fleeting moment by any means. There was no doubt about it; he could never write off the clarity that allowed him to see without a filter clouding his otherwise perfect vision. Upon this, what could he possibly call it anyway? An epiphany? No, that sounded way too lame and not just by his standards- by everyone else's included (not that he cared or anything, just a further point to accentuate the fact that this is a serious revelation). 

Ah, but he was getting off topic, in complete silence no less. And- Oh! Right, you were still walking. Away from him, too. Well that's no good, for either of you- and for once, just this once, Leona stopped to think about the consequences of letting you go. Suffice to say, they weren't looking like anything positive. He supposed it was time he started being more truthful anyway, maybe in an arrogant way that was masking his actual anxiety-induced self from a possible rejection, but truthful nonetheless! 

"Oi . . . Herbivore." Voice not wavering for a second, the brunette's words died down as you glanced back, surprised at the sudden initiation of interaction. Your eyes widened momentarily, before you found it in yourself to reply; 

Inwardly cringing at what could barely be called a proper response, you dared yourself to look into Leona's emerald green eyes, seeing nothing but bewilderment and awe. The realisation almost irritated you, almost. After all, who in their right mind argues with a trusted confidant and then has the audacity to seek some twisted sort of enjoyment from the situation? Fortunately for both you, and Leona, the beastman was quick to express some of his thoughts.

"Uhh . . . Yes?" 

"Mhhm . . . I don't want to fight. So c'mere and let's talk." Truthfully, you don't know what astonished you more: the fact that Leona, the Leona Kingscholar who almost always appears apathetic to an extent, was bashfully looking away from you or the fact he somehow managed to get such words out. In his own way, of course. However, you could immediately sense the amount of vulnerability behind them, so you obliged.

"I'm . . . Pleasantly surprised? But if you want to stop at any point, that's fine. Talking, I mean." You walked up slowly, giving the lion a chance to back out if he so wished, but he remained steadfast.

"Tch, don't gotta tell me twice, I know." With a roll of his eyes, which you took as a playful gesture, some of the tension in the room dissipated as you finally reached Leona's bed and sat down right beside him.

"Well, I'm listening." You smiled, feeling optimistic yet anxious for his next words. Leona opening up about anything he felt was a rarity, and you positively did not want to screw this up.

"Let me think first. You know I'm not . . ." Trailing off his sentence, you nodded in understanding with a soft smile playing at your lips.

' I'm not good at this, ' he wanted to finish, but knew it wasn't necessary as you would be perfectly aware of what he wanted to articulate but couldn't.

"We have all the time in the world, no rush." With a little hum, you patiently waited in silence which seemed to stretch out for eons before Leona could even breathe.

"I think you're the one." 

It was a simple sentence. The words weren't complex and didn't hold layers of meaning to them, and yet you could barely wrap your head around the concept they very clearly insinuated. The one. 

With bated breath, staring at your form with a newly found intensity, Leona watched for any reaction from you. When you didn't give one, a wave of anxiety washed over his being.

Had he screwed up completely? Did you not reciprocate, even a bit? Did he make you uncomfortable? Was your friendship-

Before he could further overthink the already messy ordeal, you finally spoke up.

"Just to clarify . . . You mean romantically, right?" You already knew, it was plain simple to understand, nothing difficult or deep or poetic- nothing. But you desperately needed the time to coherently string up some words to explain you felt the exact same way - without sounding like a fool or giving some half assed 'me too' or 'same'. 

"How else would I mean it?" Leona sighed, exasperated and calm on the outside but heart threatening to shatter through his rib cage and completely give out on the inside. He could only hope and wait, and well, he didn't have to for long.

"Right, I actually think . . . That you are the one for me, too. I'm serious by the way, I really do think that you're just everything I'm looking for." Not entirely content with your choice of words, you willed yourself to look straight at Leona. 

Before you could even move your head, you felt two arms pull you into and embrace and felt Leona sigh right into your neck, clearly from relief. Your lips quirked up as you returned it tenfold, giving out a small laugh when the both of you fell on your backs, pressing against the plush mattress.

"Tch, you gotta be kiddin' me. Took you all this time to think somethin' up when you coulda just said 'same'?" You rolled your eyes at the teasing remark, opting to pinch the beastman's cheek lightly.

"Oi, watch those hands herbivore. Y'know I'll bite . . ." Practically huffing the words out, the brunette rolled his entire body weight onto you, effectively trapping you underneath him. 

"Are we seriously doing this. Leona! You're gonna crush me!" You giggled, feeling warmth spreading throughout your chest.

"You deserve it for makin' me wait." With a small mumble, Leona pressed his lips to your neck momentarily as your hand made its way to comb through his oak brown locks lightly. 

"Keep talkin' and see what happens." You could practically feel the smirk forming on the beastman's face as you let out a small sigh.

"Right, as if you didn't do the same thi- Hey!" You pouted, feeling Leona graze his teeth along your neck as a small warning.

"I guess this means you're not gonna let me go." You quirked a brow, continuing to stroke Leona' hair. 

"No. Now keep going and let me sleep . . ." With a small yawn, Leona pressed into your own body even more - if that was humanly possible. The warmth became a bit more intense, although you didn't mind as he made no move to cover the both of you up in a blanket. Despite being rendered immobile, you relaxed into the mattress and felt your eyelids close. It's not like you're gonna be moving for a while anyway, so might as well enjoy your (hopefully) new lover's embrace to its fullest.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twst imagines

[cloudymistedskies]

Cloud Hashira Mari info-dump

this is mainly for @theyluvsmilo

As what the title said: This is more information regarding Mari as a hashira. She was titled the hashira role when she was 13, where she defeated a lower demon by herself (...And defeated the demon by accidentally creating a new breathing form)

...But she also went to a coma for a week after that.

Her haori was made by her sister, which Riko actually started making it even prior to her being promoted to a hashira.

By the way, Riko nearly passed out when she got the news that Mari became a hashira

With Mari being a hashira, she lives in the cloud mansion, but unfortunately the same cannot be said for Riko. So often, Mari would miss her presence a fuck-ton and WILL cherish every moment when she has the chance to visit and spend time with Riko.

The location for the cloud estate also has a field of flowers nearby that Mari often spends her time there, cloudgazing.

With how easily Mari gets lost in her own mansion, there are signs and directions around... A lot.

In an armwrestling contest, she can beat Shinobu and Obanai and is around the same physical strength as Muichiro.

Her speed is right between Shinobu and Kyojuro. "She's already pretty fast in general, but the higher she is, the faster she is."

Her openness is 60%

Mari's rank for "Easiest hashira to talk to" would be right between shinobu and Muichiro/Tengen/Giyu. Her short height along with being a child in general made it easier for people to talk to, though sometimes she can be a little intimidating, especially in a bad mood.

Her appetite is...somewhat a little specific. Usually, she would have a pretty normal appetite, but when she eats her sister's cooking, her appetite goes high up.

Mari being a hashira also means she has to act more mature now... Or at least she tries to. I mean, she's a little more serious, but she's still pretty immature.

Her attention-span improved, although she still gets distracted at times.

Her haori is meant to represent the colors of the skies... Though, Cloudy here got a little carried away oopsie doopsie :3

Also in this AU, Mari is closer to Muichiro compared to the OG AU.

Uhh... Info about Cloud breathing:

Cloud breathing is a breathing style that imitates clouds (..a little obvious, to be fair...). It heavily depends on jumping and leaping around, so it's not best suited for cramped places.

The breathing style also relies on her short structure, yet strong body. It's a wonder how she's both strong yet short. (Genetics, dumbass)

Cloud breathing was long forgotten for nearly a century, until Mari learned it through her dreams. What I'm saying is that Mari got it from inherited memories.

There is a small side-effect when learning cloud breathing, and is that Mari jumps higher than others... Sometimes she would accidentally hit the ceiling when she jumps. Though, this probably wouldn't be the same for others since Mari was always been able to jump higher than others since she was a child.

Her breathing style would probably have this cartoon-ish??? (something like water breathing) clouds.

More info regarding Cloud breathing, along with its forms can be found here!

What does Cloud Hashira Mari think about the other hashiras?

Muichiro: He and I are close since we’re the youngest hashiras! I help with his memory loss while he helps me stay more focused. Despite being his blunt personality, I can still see that he’s a kind person. I hope he’ll remember soon, but I have my doubts

Shinobu: I admire that she’s both a hashira and a doctor. Her beauty and her voice is so elegant.

Mitsuri: I absolutely adore her! She so optimistic and bubbly. I sometimes eat with her and it never fails to surprise me with how much meals she can eat.

Kyojuro: He has a pretty loud voice, but that doesn’t stop me from looking up to him! He’s like a big brother to me.

Gyomei: Despite being intimidated by him at first, I quickly got along with him. He actually got me to overcome my fear of cats and now I pet every cat I see!

Tengen: He’s a little cocky, and he reminds me of one of my cousins. But I don’t think that’s too bad. We get along fine!

Giyu: I tried to talk to him, but he’s mostly silent and it felt awkward being around him. Can’t say I like him too much.

Obanai: I honestly can’t speak to him. He just has this sharp gaze and he probably would break my limb if I make him mad.

Sanemi: I can’t stand him. His looks are already intimidating, but he’s just a total asshole! I don’t think I’ll get along with him any time soon…

Post for what the other Hashiras think about Mari!

That is all for now- I'll share more when I have more IDEAS.

#cloudy rambles #uh hh #not really #idk #but HEY #Cloud hashira mars

[theapprenticeofthanatos]

TAoT: Chapter 20: A Conversation with Death

At dinner that night, before everyone had sacrificed a portion of their food to the gods, Chiron made an announcement: “Starting tonight, there will be increased border patrols.”

Campers began to complain almost immediately, but Chiron was quick to explain. “It will only be for a few days, as a precaution in case there are any more incidents like the one that took place earlier today. See Clarisse after dinner for more information on patrol schedules.”

Several campers continued to grumble after Chiron’s announcement, but dinner continued on as normal. After he sacrificed a portion of his food, Danny just sat down and stared at his plate; he had lost his appetite.

After dinner, Danny returned to his room and stayed there until lights out. His stomach was in knots as the sun sank below the horizon. What would he tell Thanatos? Hey, so one of my enemies attacked the camp, and I had to go fight him and now the whole camp has seen Phantom! Also, I told Annabeth about the ghosts in Amity Park before the attack, and I’m pretty sure that she’s already piecing together the clues and she’ll figure out my secret identity by the end of the week! Yeah, Danny was not looking forward to the upcoming conversation.

Once the sun had disappeared and the last light had gone out in the cabin area, Danny transformed and left his room. He flew across the now quiet camp and back to the beach where the ghost attack had happened earlier. The night sky was clear, and without the light pollution it was full of stars.

Danny paused, taking a moment to enjoy the vast, star-filled sky spread out above him, twinkling like diamonds and glitter on a dark sea. A small smile graced his lips; he could stay there all night, just gazing up at the stars…

But that wasn’t what he’d come out here for.

As Danny hovered about forty feet above the sand, he took a deep breath and held out his right arm. Well, I may as well get this over with.

Danny tugged his glove off so that he could see his mark—it was glowing a faint silvery-white against his tan skin. He traced the letters of his mark and whispered: “Éla se ména, Thánatos. (‘Come to me, Thanatos.’)”

His mark prickled and glowed brightly for a few seconds before the sensation and light faded. Danny pulled his glove back on, feeling far less drained than the first time he had tried that, back in Persephone’s garden.

A few seconds later, the air in front of Danny blackened and condensed into a dark cloud. A pair of dark wings sprouted from the mist, and Thanatos emerged from the shadows in front of him.

Almost instantly, Thanatos dropped about ten feet in the air. He quickly flapped his wings and climbed back up to where Danny was floating.

The god looked surprised. “This… is not the ground.”

Danny gasped and clamped his hands over his mouth. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I didn’t think-”

Thanatos waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine. This isn't the first time this has happened.”

Danny gaped at his mentor for a second, a surprised laugh slipping out when he spoke. “I’m sorry, what?”

Thanatos didn’t answer, and instead changed the subject. “How has your stay at camp been so far?”

“Oh…” Danny’s mood darkened as he remembered why he had contacted Thanatos in the first place. “Well, it was going good until today…”

Thanatos listened quietly as Danny recounted how Skulker had shown up at camp, and how Danny had to go ghost to deal with him. Danny also told Thanatos about his plan to try and convince the campers that the danger had passed, and how it had prompted Chiron to order increased patrols around camp. When he got to his conversation with Chiron (skipping over his anxiety attack), Danny expressed his worries that Chiron and Annabeth would figure out his secret identity.

“I see…” Thanatos said quietly as he pondered that information. “Forgive me, but I don’t really understand the importance behind a ‘secret identity’. Why not just tell people who you are?”

“Uhh, have you met my parents? The ‘world’s greatest ghost hunters’?” Danny wrapped his arms around himself protectively. “Not to mention the Guys in White, and the Red Huntress, and all those other ghost hunters and freaky scientists that would love to just tear me apart.”

Thanatos still looked confused, but his gaze turned slightly sympathetic. “I cannot really empathize with you, but I suppose I can understand your fear.”

“Yeah.” Danny muttered quietly. He turned away from the god as he remembered what Chiron had said earlier. “Chiron told me to contact you and tell you about Phantom and Skulker being here. He said that ghosts are bad news and it’s your job to get rid of them.”

“You know he did not mean to hurt you, Daniel. He wouldn’t have said that if he knew you were Phantom.” Thanatos reasoned kindly.

“What did he mean, it’s your job?” Danny asked. “I remember you mentioning that you ‘keep the dead where they belong’ or something like that. What does that mean?”

“Although I do my best to ensure that spirits do not escape the Underworld, some still manage to do so.” Thanatos explained. “When they do that, it’s then my job to go to the mortal world, capture them, and bring them back.”

“Is that… what happened to me?” Danny wondered aloud, and when he continued his voice was shaky. “Like, did I… did I die in the portal accident, but my soul didn’t go to the Underworld or something?”

“On the day of your accident, your name did appear on my list.” Thanatos admitted. Danny flinched at the confirmation, but the god continued. “I came to collect you. But, when I reached for your soul, it… changed.”

“Changed how? Why didn’t you just collect my soul anyway?” Danny asked, feeling despondent. “I was meant to die, wasn’t I?”

“Actually, I’m not sure that you were.” Thanatos pulled a black iPad from thin air. He tapped a few things on the screen, before turning it towards Danny. On the screen was a list of names in alphabetical order, all written in black. “See here?” Thanatos pointed at one name that was different from the others: it was grayed out.

Danny felt his stomach drop as he read the name: Daniel James Fenton.

“Your name never left the list,” Thanatos revealed. “It just faded.”

Danny quickly backed away from the tablet and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to remain calm, his breathing quickly getting out of control. What? Was I supposed to… Why am I still here? My… “My name- my name is literally still on your list!”

Thanatos POV:

Daniel looked at Thanatos, distress clear in his eyes. Thanatos felt dread settle in the pit of his stomach as Daniel’s eyes turned solid green and began to glow brightly.

“Daniel-” Thanatos began.

:Am I supposed to be dead?: Daniel interrupted him.

Thanatos frowned at that. He’s speaking Greek again… “Dan-”

:Answer me!: Daniel’s voice echoed loudly over the silent valley.

From Daniel’s behavior, Thanatos knew that if he tried to grab his apprentice and calm him down, the halfa would likely have an adverse reaction. Instead, he held up his hands and spoke tentatively in Greek. :I am going to explain myself, but first I need you to calm down, alright?:

This was apparently the wrong thing to say. Daniel’s aura brightened as he vehemently shook his head and backed away. Thanatos was unsure of what to do; he didn’t know how to help his apprentice. Though, Daniel seemed to know what he was doing as he closed his eyes and began to whisper quietly to himself. :In, two, three, four… Out, two, three, four…:

He repeated this several more times, his ghostly aura dimming, until finally: “In, two, three, four… Out, two, three, four…” When Daniel opened his eyes, they were no longer solid green. He took another deep breath. “Alright, I… I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” Thanatos asked gently.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.” Daniel breathed a shaky sigh. When he focused back on Thanatos, his eyes were watery. “Why… why is my name still… on the list?”

Thanatos slowly released a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. He didn’t really want to talk about this, but he also didn’t want Daniel to become upset and break down again. “Do you remember that vision you had after our first training session?”

Daniel thought for a moment. “Yeah, the one with you and the three old ladies?”

Thanatos nodded. “My sisters, the Fates. Many, many years ago, they gave me a prophecy.”

“I kinda remember that.” Daniel rubbed his eyes. “Something about a second apprentice, right?”

Thanatos nodded again. “‘Death shall take on a second apprentice, made between the worlds of the Lost and the Living’.” He quoted. “Sound like someone you know?”

Daniel looked thoughtful. After a moment, his eyes widened, and he looked up at Thanatos in surprise. “… is it talking about me?”

“Yes,” Thanatos said with a slight smile. “It is indeed talking about you, my young apprentice.”

Daniel ruffled his hair. “Okay, that’s crazy. Why- wait, how many years ago?”

Thanatos smiled in amusement. “Thousands of years ago, Daniel.”

Thanatos didn’t think that Daniel’s eyes could get any wider.

“What?” Daniel slapped his face as if to wake himself up. “Okay, anyway, back to what I was saying. An apprentice made between the worlds of the Lost and the Living? Yeah, okay, that’s definitely me, but why did you take me on as an apprentice? Why does Death even need an apprentice?”

“Well, you brought up the ghosts of Amity Park earlier. As you know, the Ghost Zone that is tied to Amity Park is also known as the Lost Region of Tartarus. It was sundered from the pit long ago, and remained lost for millennia. In fact, it was not rediscovered until the day that I went to collect you.”

Daniel’s expression darkened momentarily, and Thanatos paused before continuing. “I have since tried to capture beings from that region and bring them back to the Underworld, but I do not have the same powers over them that I do over most spirits.”

Danny POV:

Danny remembered the day earlier that year when he first met Thanatos, and the faint pulling on his core that he had felt when the god first entered the room. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t felt that sensation in a very long time.

“When I first met you, there was a strange tugging on my ghost core, like I was being drawn towards you. But, it’s not there anymore.” Danny observed as he absently brought a hand to his chest, where he could feel the thrum of his ghost core.

Thanatos nodded. “That is part of my power over the spirits of the dead. I imagine that, once you became my apprentice, it no longer had an effect on you.”

Danny supposed that made sense, but he still couldn’t shake the sense of unease that had settled over him when he saw his name on Thanatos’ list. Something had happened the day of the portal accident that had prevented Danny from fully dying.

Maybe it was the ectoplasm…? Danny wondered, but… he felt like that was incorrect.

“Why did this ‘Skulker’ even show up in the first place?” Thanatos asked, changing the subject yet again.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, guess I forgot to mention that Vlad paid him to find me.” Danny remarked with a tired shrug.

In the dim light of his ghost form, Danny saw Thanatos’ feathers darken slightly.

“Oh, really?” Thanatos scowled. “Perhaps I should have a ‘talk’ with Vlad?”

“No, no. I’ll take care of him myself after camp.” Danny was already going to have a ‘talk’ of his own with Vlad when he got back, and he really didn’t need Thanatos potentially killing the annoying halfa.

“Very well, then.” Thanatos relented, but he didn’t sound happy about it. “And what will you do with Skulker?”

Danny began to explain that he planned to leave the hunter ghost in the thermos until he got back, but when he remembered Skulker’s reaction he couldn’t stop himself from laughing. It felt good to laugh after the heaviness of the past several minutes, even if he sounded slightly manic.

Thanatos smiled at Danny’s laughter, but his eyes still held a hint of worry and something else that Danny couldn’t place—like he was holding back from saying something. Danny didn’t really want to dwell on that at the moment, though.

As Danny’s laughter faded, Thanatos spoke again. “You can tell Chiron that I will take care of the spirits. He doesn’t need to know that you are Phantom right now.”

“Thanks,” Danny said, feeling relieved. “Sorry for calling you out here, I know you’re really busy with your job and stuff.”

“I do not mind, Daniel.” Thanatos said with a kind smile. “You are my apprentice, after all. I will be there if you need me.”

First: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 19

Next: Chapter 21

#danny phantom #thanatos #taot #the apprentice of thanatos #lotu #legacy of the underworld #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians

[pinkyjulien]

🟨 Get to know me~

Tagged by @katsigian and @rindemption some time ago, thank you guys for the tags, sorry for the delay! 💛

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1. Are you named after anyone? 

Nope, just some basic french name!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last couple of days.

3. Do you have kids? 

Nah, and not planning to.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

Only when I'm in a really bad mood.

5. What sports do you play/have you played? 

Been working out and lifting at the gym but not really a "playing sport" 👁👄👁

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? 

Became quite good at spotting bullshit and two-faced fakeness 👀

7. Eye color? 

Dark brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings? 

For now, happy endings.

9. Any special talents? 

None that comes to mind right now uhh...

10. Where were you born? 

North of France!

11. What are your hobbies? 

My hobbies are almost all digital or tied to video games in some ways.

12. Do you have any pets? 

A lot of cats! 2 indoors and about 6 outdoors.

13. How tall are you? 

163cm

14. Fave subject in school? 

Science and Tech

15. Dream job? 

Not dreaming of working, but would like to join the game industry from hobbyist to pro :3

▶️

Relationship: Single 🤙

Favorite color: Warm stuff! Yellow, Orange, Brown...

Song stuck in my head: For once, nothing.

Favorite food: Anything with Chorizo 😩🤌

Last song played: Scorpions - Animal Magnetism

Dream trip: Don't have any specific place, but I do want to see more of nature itself, mountains, deserts, forests etc

Last thing I googled: "Cloud Meadow wiki" fhjdfhf

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Assuming that everyone got around to do this, I won't tag anyone; feel free to do it if you wish tho!

#personal #tag game

[survey--s]

607.

Tell us something that made you happy yesterday. I went to the beach with Susie and the dogs, and then I manage to get Dora to her new home and she settled in right away :)

What were you up to at 8 am earlier today? Walking Archie.

What were you doing 15 minutes ago? Another survey. I'm waiting in for a parcel so there's not much else I can do - I need to be in the house lol.

The last thing you said out loud. "None of you are getting fed an hour early so you can all stop staring at me!"

The last thing someone said to you. "Morning!" to another dog walker who was out with their chocolate labrador this morning.

What have you been drinking today? I had a coffee and a glass of apple juice with breakfast, and I'm now halfway through an iced coffee.

What was the last thing you ate? Toast with butter and vegmite.

What was the last thing you bought? Medication for the cat.

What’s the color of your front door? It's silver/metal with that patterned glass in it.

What’s the weather like outside? About 18 degrees but it's clouded over and a bit windy.

Your favorite ice cream flavor. It depends on my mood, really. I'm not generally a massive fan of ice-cream, in all honesty.

Who was the last person to call you? Uhh. My mum, I think? I don't know.

Who was the last person you called? Mike, to tell him where we were meeting for lunch on Sunday.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Nope.

Do you sleep deeply? Some nights I do, others I'm up and down.

Do you have nightmares? No. My dreams are weird as fuck, but not scary.

Do you like your job? Yeah, 99% of the time I absolutely love it. Of course there are days when the weather is awful or I feel like shit, or the dogs are just being ridiculous but I'd never trade it for anything else.

Your favorite outfit? It depends - probably black skinny jeans with a nice top.

Your favorite song at the moment? Cinderella Snapped by Jax, or Bible Belt by Taylor Austin Dye.

Who was the last person to sleep in your bed?: Mike and the dog, the same as every other night lol.

What do you see when you turn your head to the right? The dog who is currently chilling out on the sofa, his blanket and then beyond that is our front door.

What are you planning to do next? Probably just surveys until these parcels arrive then I might go and sit out in the garden or something. I don't want to go anywhere as I can't really afford to lol.

Are you right or left handed? Right-handed.

Current mood: I'm fine - just a bit...I don't know, is restless the right word? I can never fully relax when I'm waiting in for something lol.

Favorite candy: Rhubard and Custards.

Clothes you wear at the moment: I'm wearing my usual - black leggings and a black/white floral top.

Summer plans: I worked pretty much all summer up until last week. Since then I've just been chilling, meeting friends, shopping, going to the beach with the dog and going out for some meals.

How many pillows do you sleep with? Two.

Cozy evening in or a night out at the club? Cosy evening in.

Do you play any instrument? Not regularly, but I know how to play piano.

Are you a morning or a night person? I'm definitely more of a morning person.

What’s most important for you? Family, including my animals.

Are you ticklish? Very.

Do you snore? If I'm sleeping on my back, yeah.

Zodiac sign: Saggitarius.

The creepiest, most disgusting insect in the world is: Cockroaches, especially the giant ones.

Messy or tidy: Tidy. And of course I married the messiest person around, lol.

What are you looking forward to right now? These parcels arriving.

#survey #surveys

[luneevenfall]

Camp nano 18+19

Yeah I'm sorry I'm bad at updating. Pics here bla bla

100k hit so they are fucking now

Have an excerpt!

It was a huge weight off of their shoulders when they were finally let out of that stuffy office to go home, but what now? The beautiful blue sky had been overrun with grey clouds, and it was sure to stay this gloomy for the rest of the day. It was highly unpleasant, and the worst kind of setting for a romantic mood. Ayumu had been intending to give up; really, she had been walking back, feeling completely defeated. Even though she saw what kind of outfit Hina had worn for her, even though she saw the ticking clock, leading to the end of her last chance. She was feeling so defeated. At that very moment, something unexpected happened; or perhaps not unexpected, but rather unplanned. As they were walking, almost at the intersection, a rumble seemed to go through the air, and before they knew it, torrential rain flooded the area in a matter of seconds; they weren’t spared from getting completely soaked, though they did seek cover under a building’s balcony. Ayumu hadn’t brought her umbrella; and even if she had, it would’ve been useless for keeping them safe. Hina, shivering from the downpour they just suffered, turned to look at her; her jacket had taken most of it, but her hair, hat and even legs and feet were soaked. Ayumu couldn’t help but feel bad for her as she pulled her in close, wrapping both arms around her. Hina, as if siphoning her warmth, pushed both arms into her jacket, wrapping around her back inside. Was this… her chance? She knew what was best; they should go home, go to their own homes. It was basically the same distance from here. And yet… she told a lie. The lie that would shift everything. “I… think my house’s a little closer, so…” She paused, and it seemed as if the world around them came to a stop. “Why don’t you come to my place? It’d… be bad to stay out here.” Hina was quiet for a long time. Her face was hidden as she buried it in Ayumu’s chest; she was so incredibly close that Ayumu thought she could hear her heart beating. Or was that just her own? “… Okay.” Ayumu didn’t know what kind of answer she’d been expecting, but surely not this. Unable to properly form any thoughts on how to feel about it, she gently moved Hina away from her, grabbing onto her hand.

Not sure I can share any further with uhh, how graphic we're going to get but have fun with this!

#sorry im tired #camp nano july 2023 #camp nano update #camp nanowrimo #my ocs #original character #oc #sapphics #sapphic #lgbtq+ #my writing #lesbian

[omaticwriting]

Grand Anomaly: New Beginnings [Chapter 6- the road home]

The group made the silent trek through, everyone knew their adventure was near its end but they somewhat enjoyed the peaceful serenity of the Forest for once as they all marched with high spirits and sore limbs. Daniel looked to Eliana who seemed at peace the most though he wondered what they should do. It was their last day after all, and might as well make it last and that's when a thought popped up

"Hey, guys?" He asked. His voice was full of curiosity as ever as everyone looked at him with tired yet cheerful eyes. "How about we take a break? We've been walking for a while and maybe we could just talk for a bit?"

Selene let out a small hum before nodding as she could use a break much as everyone else did. Though Willa stood up again while everyone sat down to set camp up.

"Uhh, Willa where are you going?" Selene asked. Wondering what she could be doing but it was quickly answered as Willa replied with a cheeky smile "I don't plan on staying put, I'm going for a bit of a walk" with that she went on her way though she did hear Selene tell her to not go too far, not like she would heed to it, but for once she'll go along, she was in a good mood after all.

"I'll be sure to keep an eye on her" Nicolas told the group, silently grumbling as he stood up to follow her his eyes showed how fatigued he is despite his straight face.

As Daniel and Selene looked at each other as they and Eliana along with Alpine who the later two relaxed under the shade of the trees remained at camp as the cool breeze of the forest and the warmth and light of the sun that pierced through the canopy gave a sense of peace much like how the whole camp began as those who remained at the camp laid on the grass at peace.

Daniel eventually looked to Eliana who seemed a lot happier than when they started their journey, with memories still fresh on their first encounter. It oddly felt bittersweet as he brushed the arm he used, though, with no scar, he couldn't help but feel it linger whether it was telltale pain or simply imagining it he couldn't help but flinch a little. And yet he felt happy seeing her and making her feel welcome to the best he could, which lead to another idea as he got up and walked toward her.

Eliana was confused when Daniel approached, wondering what he needed, perhaps company but she knew Selene was there so why her? "..." his words were gibberish to her ears but seeing how Alpine reacted, who moved to provide room for him before laying back down, patting his head in the process could mean it's good, but her attention was soon caught yet again.

Opening his satchel, Daniel scribbled something on his journal before showing it to Eliana, much to her surprise. It was a message which simply said "hello..." as she reacted with a joyful look. Daniel smiled and quietly thanked orbos for lending him the alphabet of his world and in the order of the English alphabet too in fact as they can now both understand, albeit with some time as he had to decipher it but progress was progress. 

Grabbing the journal Eliana wrote down a message, and showed it which made Danielsmile as he tried to translate it with it only saying "hi, Daniel"

"How are you?" Being his reply as he watched Eliana write back, Alpine moving his head under his hand as he unconsciously pats it as he read her reply "I am fine and thank you for being so nice and protecting me, even if I'm not exactly human and I'm sorry that I Attacked you and drank your blood" Daniel could only look at Eliana with a straight face as she left a face of guilt as he replied back "anytime, and you don't really need to apologize, you needed it and the wound is gone but thanks for doing it" the two smiled as they both wrote away.

Selene looked at Daniel and Eliana, she smiled seeing the two writing under the tree smiling especially on a peaceful day like this as birds flew over the sky without a cloud in sight. Her eyes felt heavy but she didn't struggle as she fell asleep.

"Did you mean that promise that you made? The one where you'll keep me safe?"Eliana looked at Daniel, her face showed worry as she anxiously waited for his reply. Daniel couldn't help but smile as he showed her his reply "always" 

Eliana could only smile as she hugged Daniel which shocked him a bit as he did so. Eliana felt warm and hopeful as before she thought she would be left alone to die as her tribe was lost and yet Daniel and his friends gave her a new chance and kindness that she knew she wasn't truly deserving of, especially given how she acted out on Daniel as Alpine licked both her and his owner, but it wasn't long as she wrote a message to Daniel "could you lend me your hand please?" 

Daniel looked at Eliana with a confused look before replying "why?" "Trust me" is her only reply, so reluctantly he landed her his hand.

A sharp pain filled his hand as Eliana bit down on his hand causing it to bleed and later hers, while in his confusion Eliana held her bleeding hand with hers. Whispering something, their hands glowed a bright crimson but it wouldn't be long till it dims, and let's go, both hands no longer bleeding.

Daniel was dazed by the entire spectacle but soon noticed his canines felt sharper and the tips of Eliana's hair were now a honey brown much like his. Left with questions he wrote "Eliana, what did you do?" Eliana couldn't help but smile as she replied "it is a blood bond, my people use it as a way to mark people they have close bonds with, like family and friends and I think you truly deserve it for how much you've done " Daniel looked at Eliana with a curious look and yet felt a smile creep up but it was soon interpreted by footsteps.

"OH, thank goodness you three are okay" camp counselor Chad cried out, tired and relieved to see the group "everyone! I found them!" He yelled as more came to him

"Hey, guys I'm ba-" Willa said before seeing the camp counselors, her head dazed and aching  "what happened here?" She asked before watching them hastily pack up their belongings much to their behest "sorry kids, we have to take you back home, nobody knows what's going on and we need you out of the forest now" he told before pausing as he did a number count on them, worry-filled his face as he continued "where's the other kid?"

"Oh, Nicolas I heard his parents found him and told him to come back home," she told him and watched him breathe a sigh of relief "okay, let's go"

... 

It wouldn't be long before they all returned to the gathering point, each of them looking at each other as police, news, and doctors filled the scene. "That was fun, you want to go on another one again?" Selene asked the two, Willa answered first with excitement dripping with every word she spoke, "you bet!" "Sure, too bad Nicolas didn't say goodbye to us before leaving," Daniel said a little disappointed but still cherishing the moments they had, and eventually they all went their separate ways as the sunset over the horizon with fate being unclear but that was part of the fun after all.

#grand anomaly #writing

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

-

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

-

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

-

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[imagine-a-dream]

Come a little bit closer.

pt.1

summary: When your dear friend Otto Octavius invited you for a regular cup of coffee and a chat, you never imagined it would end up being something more. warnings: none in this part, but the next one is 🍋 requested by: @politicstanner So uhh... It's not exactly followed your request, so if you want me to write another work that will be more fluffy, message me! Hope you like it anyway and sorry in advance. wc: 1.2k A/N: Can be read as post-NWH Otto or just alternative reality to Spider-Man 2 Woo-hoo! It’s already 326 followers here! I can’t believe it guys, love you all! ♥ Thank you for reading my works!

Today, Otto invited you to his flat to catch up after another week of hard work on another genius project of his. You have been friends for many years now, and it has become a common occurrence for you to meet from time to time to check in on each other. You would often just sit and talk, telling stories about your life, sharing your thoughts and plans for the future. You seemed to never bore one another, being able to find subjects to talk about for hours, almost literally about anything and everything.

Sometimes, if you were exceptionally lucky and Octavius was in this compliant mood, you were able to coax him into doing a movie marathon. But it is a very rare occasion. After all, he was still a freshly redeemed supervillain, and as a capable and promising scientist, one of the terms of his freedom ordeal was the job of creating technical marvels for society’s benefit and development. It was a demanding job, but the older man seemed to enjoy it, even under pretty strict government control. He wanted it. He wanted to be a better person; he wanted to create a better future; he wanted, no, needed to be useful to benefit the world he nearly destroyed because of his pride that overshadowed his brilliant mind.

He swore to never return to this mindset again; to do anything in his power, and even beyond that, to prevent this kind of catastrophe. At least until the day he died. And he kept his word. He was a good man, and that was one of the traits that made you fall in love with him.

And currently, sitting in his warm kitchen, nursing the cup of already cold coffee in your equally cold hands, you tried very hard to stay focused and listen to what he was saying, but were failing miserably. Otto was explaining to you his current experiment with microtechnology (or something along the line, you were not sure about the exact name of it, and at this point you were too scared to ask) and how useful it could be. He said it was the future. A revolution.

His human arms were moving animatedly, expressing the emotions he felt and couldn’t verbalise fully with his voice and words. His fingers danced in the air, drawing bizarre patterns with the grace of a ballet dancer. His metallic arms acted in the same manner, moving rapidly around the small room, almost knocking over a kettle that was a bit too close to the edge of the stove and a cup of Otto’s beverage.

His round face was radiating with excitement, cheeks dusted with a faint pink, making his feature glow. A huge, proud, and enthusiastic smile did not leave his lips for a second, stretching them wildly. It’s been a long time since you last saw him like this. Happy and joyful. So free and open. You knew that at this moment, his exceptional mind was racing with all of these new ideas he had yet to try out, and his heart was full of hope about the better future that he could provide. You know him too well by now.

He truly was a vision, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from this beautiful, intelligent, and very passionate man in front of you. Being so enamoured with him, you failed to hear him calling for you. Only when his smile faltered, turning into a slightly confusional frown, did you stir, like waking up from your dreamy state.

You cleared your throat and blinked a couple of times, trying to cover up your embarrassment and dig out from your clouded brain at least some of the words he said for the last hour. The blood rushed to your cheeks, making your face grow extremely hot.

"What? Sorry, I… Uhh"

A smile left Otto’s face entirely, and a shameful scowl took its place.

"No, no, Y/n, my dear, no need to apologise. I am the one who should be apologising. I must be boring you with all of this nonsense, talking for hours… But you have to forgive this little sin to an old man, I haven’t had an audience in quite a long time. It must be my long-forgotten professor's side letting me know that it's still somewhere deep inside of m-"

"No!" You interrupted him, and your voice sounded way louder than you intended, bouncing off the walls right into your ears.

You cringed internally and continued to speak, trying desperately to come up with an excuse for your absent attention, "No, Otto, you’re not boring me at all! I love listening to you! I really do. You know it. It’s just… you know how little I understand about maths and physics. And all these numbers and reactions, it’s nothing but magic for me, you know."

You gave him a sheepish smile and cleared your throat again. The older man relaxed noticeably after your little confession and chuckled understandingly.

"Ah, I see. Well, maybe I could simplify it a little bit?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and the tension in your body melted away in relief.

"Yeah, it would be awesome. Think of me as one of your dumbest students. Professor Octavius."

You did not know what kind of strange force possessed you at this very moment, but you did not question your choice of words and the audacity to give him a playful wink, until you saw his eyebrows go up and his cheeks turn two shades darker. He averted his eyes for a moment and coughed into his hand. You were ready to run away for good with the crushing embarrassment of your foolish behaviour, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow you, but were stopped by a small grin crooking the side of his mouth.

He shook his head slightly, as if not believing in what you just did or maybe shaking away some of his own thoughts, and chuckled lightly.

"Very well, then, my dear student."

The sudden change in his tone, now just an octave deeper and with a touch of rasp that could have been missed if you hadn’t listened to his voice so intently, sent a delightful shiver down your spine. When his soft brown eyes bore into yours all of a sudden, you make the greatest effort to control your body from shaking visibly.

After this short moment of… something, you were not entirely sure what to call everything that happened in these few seconds or if any of this was not your overly-vivid imagination. Everything went back to normal again. Or almost everything. The man before you was still the same old Otto you knew, still an excited scientist happy to share his knowledge with anyone who would listen. He was still a man proud of his intelligence and work, but you could sense that something in the air between you shifted just slightly.

His eyes darkened just enough to turn the soft brown into burnt umber. His lips curled just enough to make his smile look just a little more sinister. His body drew closer, shortening the distance between you just enough for you to catch on to his cologne.

Maybe it was just your wishful thinking, that hidden desire you had for the older man who captured you with his kind words and bright mind, like a spider would capture a fly in his web. You never let your feelings out, tucking them in so deep that you sometimes forget that what you felt was a little bit more than just simple admiration. And now, when his eyes were travelling up and down your body, almost as if he was studying you, taking in any subtle change in your body language, you finally remembered.

These heavy gates of social norms and fears of your anxious mind, which were holding in your darkest fantasies and deepest desires, finally opened.

And you were afraid of what was behind those barricades.

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[bradtomlovesya]

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

Summary: Based on this request - HERE - (I hope you like it)

Warnings: SMUT! +18, sub/dom!Brad x sub/dom!Reader, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Fluffy ending. (Let me know if i missed something)

Word counter: 2.9k +

"If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would you change?" asks the brown man, taking a sip from his nearly finished glass of wine.

"I don't know..." You sigh. "You're pretty deep today, aren't you?" you tease.

"Maybe it's the wine or maybe it's that we had an excellent concert today and now I'm celebrating with you" He shrugs. "I don't know." He lets out a chuckle. "Just answer the question, little cloud."

"Okay, okay." You stand up for yourself and finish your glass of wine in one sip. "I'd trade my cowardice." You bite your lip. "I wish I could confess my feelings."

"And why don't you?" He frowns. "You never know when you'll see that person for the last time, and you'll regret it all your life if you don't tell them."

"Yeah... well" You laugh lightly trying to lighten the mood. "That's why I'd trade my cowardice." You yawn. You're tired, yes. But you're only doing it so you don't pursue the subject.

"We should sleep. It's been a long day." Brad gets out of your bed and places the glasses and the rest of the bottle on the nightstand.

"Get some rest..." You mumble getting under the covers of your hotel bed.

"So do you." The chestnut mumbles mimicking you in his own bed, turning off the light and closing his eyes to allow himself to rest.

It wasn't until an hour later that he was finally able to drift off to sleep. His own words had kept him awake. He had devised a whole plan in his mind so that he could tell you -or show you- how he truly felt about you.

He hoped that by tomorrow night, everything would be settled.

The brown-eyed boy woke up a little earlier than usual to put his plan into action. He knew that today the two of you had already made plans to spend the whole morning in the hotel room and, maybe later, go out for ice cream.

First, Brad went into the bathroom and took out the bottle of shampoo and put it under the sink drawer. Then, he went into the kitchen and put the pancake pan in one of the bottom drawers and hid it as much as he could. The rest of the details would be seen in time.

"Y/n!?" The brown-haired man exclaimed from the shower.

"Y/n!?" You shout back as you roll over instagram.

"Would you please pass me the shampoo? I think it's under the sink."

"Uhh... Sure!" You nod and get up. You walk to the bathroom and do your best not to see the naked guy next to you but your peripheral vision makes that nearly impossible.

"Are you okay, little cloud?" he asks, mockingly.

"Yeah... It just wasn't in my plans to see you naked." You shrug, pick up the shampoo and hold it out to him with your eyes closed.

"Well, maybe you should have it in your plans." He mumbles but you still manage to hear him.

"What?" You frown, still with your eyes closed.

"Nothing," he scoffs and takes the bottle from your hands making sure to stroke your fingers as he does so and wet them a little. "Thank you."

"You're welcome..." You whisper and walk out of the bathroom closing the door behind you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

You saw him naked and you have to admit to yourself that you feel quite impressed. You knew his little friend wasn't so little from the way he marked himself in his trousers during concerts, but you didn't expect him to be so big. The mere thought of what he could do to you makes your underwear wet.

You walk into the small kitchen of the hotel room that was more like a mini flat to start preparing breakfast to take your mind off things.

You bend down to look for the pancake pan but you can't find it no matter how hard you try and, after a few minutes, you feel an intense stare on your face. More like on your backside.

"Did you lose something?" he asks with a smirk. His arms are crossed and he's leaning against the wall behind you.

Brad knew he was taking too much of a risk by deciding not to wear boxers under his running shorts. He was doing it just to provoke something in you but it was also backfiring on him. A few seconds of watching you bend over for the frying pan in your skimpy shorts that left little to the imagination and his member was already aroused.

"I can't find the pancake pan." You reply innocently and stand up to watch him. Your gaze goes to the growing bulge between his trousers, almost immediately.

"You want my help?" He approaches you. He passes just behind you, brushing a little against your backside, and bends down to reach for the pan.

You just freeze, watching him. You feel the wetness between your legs grow more and more and you push your legs together looking for a little friction. An act that the brown-haired man obviously doesn't overlook.

"This is it?" He stands up with the pan in his hands and you just nod.

Brad knows you're both friends and, if it all goes wrong he'd blame himself for a long time for having tried, but he couldn't take it anymore. He was desperate for you, he hadn't had sex in months and the only person he wanted to be with was you.

Waking up with you every morning of the tour while wearing your little shorts didn't help much. Masturbating while you were in the shower imagining your naked, wet body was the only thing that gave him any comfort.

But that comfort was no longer useful. He wants you for himself in every possible way. He's completely in love with you and he needs to do something about it before he goes completely crazy. He would leave you alone if you didn't feel the same way, but he had to try.

While whisking the pancake mix in a bowl. Brad stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. He leaves light kisses down your neck and your actions on the whisk balloon slow down. This isn't something Brad hasn't done before, of course not. But this time it felt different.

"Brad..." You murmur in a whisper.

"Yes?" he asks next to your neck, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Is everything okay?" you ask softly and gasp as his erection presses lightly against your ass.

"Yes." He takes some distance and walks over to sit on his bed. The room isn't very big so from the small kitchen you could see him "Why wouldn't I be?" He asks, frowning in confusion.

"I don't know... Y-you're a-acting weird." You stammer and look at the mixture sitting in the bowl in front of you.

"Weird good or weird bad?" he asks gently. It's not his intention to make you feel uncomfortable.

"I don't know... I-" He cuts you off before you can continue.

"Come here." He reaches out one of his arms and pats his legs for you to come towards him, and that's just what you do on autopilot. His arms wrap around your waist as soon as you're close enough. Your legs are between his, and his hands come down a little to brush against your hips. "Does this bother you?" he asks, looking into your eyes, and you deny.

His hands come down to rest on your ass and give it a light squeeze so that you sit on his legs with your thighs on either side of his body.

"And this bothers you?" He tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear and looks you straight in the eye. His other hand is held still on your ass.

"No..." You mutter. "It doesn't-" A faint moan leaves your lips as you feel a little friction between your middle and the growing erection in his sweatpants "It doesn't bother me." You finish.

"Well..." He moves his face closer to yours. "It doesn't bother me either." He murmurs with a smile and finally presses his lips to yours.The kiss is slow, full of feeling and passion, but increases in fierceness as the seconds pass.

Your hips begin to move involuntarily over his erection making you both gasp and moan softly against each other's lips. You feel your underwear getting wetter and wetter and a desire for more and more completely overcomes you.

His tongue finds its way into your mouth and devours you like a totally ravenous animal that would devour every last bit of its prey. His wet kisses trail down to your chin and leave light bites that, while not leaving a physical mark, will remain etched in your memory as a reminder of what you are experiencing.

His hands rest on the cheeks of your ass and he rubs you hard against it. You try to do the same as if there is a physically possible way for them to be closer. Your clitoris is grateful, the fiction has you totally hypnotized and you feel drunk and hungry for more.

"Do you like it?" he asks in a raspy voice as he rubs you hard against his hard bulge. "Do you like rubbing against me?" he asks against your neck and you feel him smile after leaving a mark that will be visible. "Of course you like it... you can't say a word about how drunk you are on my cock" He spanks you hard making you jump slightly. It hurts, yes, but it only turns you on more.

"Brad..." you mumble pathetically and he teases you against your neck.

"Yes?" One of his hands reaches down to the front of your shorts and presses against your clitoris, moving it in slow, torturous circles.

"Do you think this is wrong?" Questions. A twinge of awareness dawns in your mind and you open your eyes only to slam them shut again as the circles over your clitoris increase in speed.

"I don't really care," he takes your chin in his fingers, making you look up at him. "I don't think I can stop right now," he says sincerely. "Besides... I don't want to."

His eyes are pitch black. His pupil is dilated with desire. He just wants to have you for himself, and now that you've given in, he won't let you go.

"Bradley!" You moan his name as soon as you feel his fingers enter you. You were so focused on his eyes that you didn't notice when his hand slipped inside your shorts and then into your cunt clasping it deliciously.

"You have to be mine" he murmurs with seriousness in his voice. "I need you to be mine and that's all you'll be thinking about when I'm done with you." He speaks as his fingers work on you at a rapid pace. Your walls close against him and before you can finish, his fingers slip out of you and you watch as he takes them into his mouth to lick them clean.

"But" you try to moan as his hands lift your hoodie to expose your breasts so he can take them into his mouth, lick them and play with them. "Oh…" you moan, closing your eyes again.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he murmurs as he licks your nipple and pinches and twists it with his fingers until it's completely hard. He does the same with the other, and you're a pathetic machine of gasps and low moans that you can't help but moan.

He lifts you up a little so he can take off his trousers. His dick that is dripping with pre cum hits his abdomen. You take it firmly in your hands and try to get down on your knees to give him a taste but he stops you.

"As much as I want to feel your pretty mouth and throat, I'm afraid I won’t last too long and I want to be able to be inside you." He stops sucking on one of your breasts. He pulls down your shorts and toys with the tip of his cock at your entrance. Try to take your fluids as a lubricant.

"Come in... please-" before you can speak any further. His cock plunges into you completely and you can't help but let out a slight moan and throw your head back.

The tip of his penis rubs against your cervix and you lie still on his legs to get used to it. It was bigger than you expected and you are surprised that he was able to enter you.

"Fuck, little girl. You're deliciously tight!" He growls biting your chin and kissing your neck so you can concentrate on the pleasure and forget about the discomfort he might cause.

His feet are planted on the bed, his back is against the mattress and he holds your waist to start penetrating you slowly. You can feel his cock pulsate and each of his veins create texture against your inner walls.

His eyes are focused on your face and his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration. You know he wants to move faster but he doesn't want to hurt you so he's doing his best to keep moving slowly.

"Leave it to me." You smile down at him and kiss his lips. Brad nods and leans his back against the headboard. He settles himself so that you can move freely, but he doesn't let his cock out of your pussy at any point.

You start to move up and down on his dick over and over again, gradually picking up speed. You make sure his cock disappears completely inside you. Your ass slams into his balls each time and his pelvis stimulates your clit each time you go down. His hands go up to your breasts and he massages them like it's the best thing he's ever seen. And the truth is, it's the best thing he's ever seen, he couldn't believe you were finally getting thirsty and had decided to give yourself to him.

"You feel super wet" A growl leaves his lips as your walls contract against him. "Fuck! You don't know how good it feels to watch you jump on my cock as your tits jiggle for me." His mouth leaves marks on your breasts that will take time to fade. He just wants to make sure that neither your body, nor you forget this moment.

"Brad..." You moan and his lips move to your mouth to kiss you fervently.

"Need more?" you nod vigorously with your face contoured in pleasure. "Then I'm going to give you more.

He holds your waist and turns until your chest is against the bed sheet. Lift your ass and enter your dripping pussy again without even warning. He sinks into you completely while you just scream his name. He spanks you several times and sinks into you again and again and again. His cock destroys your cunt deliciously. Your walls try to get used to him but each time, he takes a new position making you moan louder.

Each time he thrusts in and out of you quickly and, each time he does it, he hits your G-spot stimulating it just the way you like it. It's as if he's known your body before or your body has always been waiting for him.

"If only you could see how beautiful you look taking all my cock inside you." He moans as your walls close around him again. "You like that?" he says, followed by hard penetrations that make you jump. "You like it when I talk about how you're such a good girl and take me so well?" he teases you with darkness in his voice. In your stomach that feeling begins to form and you moan incessantly.

"Cum on me, princess." He says agitated. His arm goes around your breasts, takes one in his hand, and lifts you up until your back is against his chest. He continues to penetrate you faster than before in this new position, and the hand that is not squeezing your breast moves down to your clitoris to stimulate it vigorously. You let your head fall back until it's over his shoulder and cum all over his length.

The stars in your eyes are accompanied by the sound of Brad's grunts, gasps and moans in your ear. Plus the sounds of skin against skin and his balls slapping against your ass to make your orgasm last as long as possible.

Second after. You feel his cum shoot inside you and paint your walls. One more way to mark you as his. Brad gives one last slow thrust before you both collapse on the bed trying to catch your breath.

"Are you okay?" he asks once he positions himself next to you and places your head on his chest.

"Are you kidding?" you laugh wearily. "I'm more than fine." His laughter joins yours as he brushes a few strands of hair back from your face.

"Yeah... so am I." He nods with a smile and intertwines his fingers with yours. "I was thinking..." He begins.

"And it didn't hurt?" You tease him.

"Shut up," he laughs. "I'm trying to ask you out on a date, little cloud." He pouts and you lean on your arm to kiss his pout.

"Sorry." You smile broadly. "I'd love to go on a date with you. I've always wanted to." You admit, caressing his cheek.

He kisses you again but this time tenderly and slowly. In the kitchen rests the long-forgotten pancake batter. Maybe you didn't cook pancakes but you did cook the love you both have for each other.

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[lilyclawthorne]

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." Thing:

I wish you would write a fic where...

Alma and Pepa talk.

(Or "fight and then talk" lol)

Like, about Bruno, about Mirabel, about Pedro... About Pepa's cloud and gift...

:')

Sorry this took longer to answer than expected, but uhh thats because I did end up writing it!

It’s maybe less of a talk and more of a much needed vent for Pepa and her mother listening to all of her feelings for once?? Idk I’m not sure how i feel about it, it’s kinda dialogue heavy, and I’m not quite sure if its what you were looking for? Also, used google translate for some of this, so if anything seems off feel free to let me know.

Don’t Need The Sun To Keep You Warm

Word Count: 3780

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It was supposed to be her day off. A good day. A calm day, and Pepa had been looking forward to it. But even if the people in the Encanto had been doing a better job of taking care of things on their own, of helping all of those around them and easing up on their reliance on the Madrigals, there were just some problems that people couldn’t anticipate. Emergencies that could best be handled by one of their Gifts.

Pepa had been quietly enjoying a book while sitting outside of Casita when her day was interrupted. She had actually smelled the smoke before the people came up to her yelling that one of the older barns had been caught on fire. She was up and running before they even made it all the way to her, abandoning her book on the ground, and following the direction the smoke was coming from. The sight itself was enough to kick her anxiety up, and by the time she got there she had no problem conjuring up a cloud with enough rain to put the whole thing out before it spread too far.

What would’ve been a challenge for most people, was an easy fix with a gift like Pepa’s, but even so, just working herself up like that, all of the adrenaline mixed with emotions was enough to make her exhausted. She wanted to go right back home, it was her day off after all, but as soon as the fire was out, people got to work cleaning the mess and she felt bad leaving everything behind as everyone else helped. With all the people involved, it only took about an hour to clear the debris, but now she was wet and cold and felt gross from getting covered in ash and soot. Now she really wanted to get out of there, dodging questions from farmers about when the next time she’d be available to water some crops would be before they could end up setting her off.

She was about halfway home when she was stopped once more, turning around at a tug on her dress to find two kids looking up at her. The rumbling in her cloud from the interruption ceased as soon as she saw them. There was a little girl who looked like she’d been crying, and a boy who was just a little older than her and looked like he could be her older brother.

“U-um, Señora, my hermana got hurt - she’s okay now - but she’s still sad and I was, um, wondering if you’d be able to make a rainbow to help cheer her up, por favor?” the boy nervously asked her. Pepa’s heart softened at this kid just trying to help his sister, but that didn’t change the fact that rainbows were hard for her to create if she wasn’t in a very good mood. She saw their faces sadden at her hesitation, which only made her feel bad as well, but she couldn’t blame two children for not knowing the extent of her gift.

“Lo siento, but they’re not that easy to produce, another time, okay?” she told them, and they shook their heads in understanding, but Pepa could still see the dejected look on the girl’s face grow deeper as they turned around to head back to their own home. As Pepa started her own trek back home, her cloud returned, a little darker than before to reflect her bad mood.

When she finally made it back to her own room, she used the cloud to rinse both herself and her dress of any dirt and ash that was remaining before getting changed into a dry set of clothing. She felt a little better than before, but her cloud still trailed along with her as she set out to collect her book from where she left it outside, but she did not make it more than a few steps outside of her room when she heard it.

“Pepa! You have a-“ her mother began, only to stop at the glare that was sent her way.

“Go ahead! See what it’ll look like when you finish that sentence!” She shoots back at the woman.

Her mother took a deep breath before beginning again, “I apologize, force of habit-“

Pepa rolled her eyes, her cloud growing darker and larger, “It should have never become a habit in the first place!!”

“I-you’re right. I should never have started pointing it out. I’m sorry and I want to do better, so if you’ll let me restart-“ Pepa gives her mother a nod to go on. “What’s got you upset today, mija? Would you like to talk about it?

Pepa’s still slightly annoyed but her immediate instinct to say no and storm off is lost. Her inner child has been longing to hear her mother ask that for so long, and before she realizes it she’s nodding her head. She’s nervous, but if her mother wants to try then maybe she should too. After all, Pepa knows she needs to improve on talking about her emotions with others rather than holding them all in. Who better to work on that with than her own mother, the person who she always should have been able to go to talk to in the first place?

Alma has now approached her, has very gently taken her hand, and is now leading them both upstairs to her own bedroom where they can talk privately. Pepa feels a little odd as she’s sat down on her mother’s bed. The only times she can remember being brought up here are when she was younger, usually to be reprimanded for whatever chaos she managed to get up to as a child.

They sit for a few moments in awkward silence before her mother speaks up, “Tell me what’s wrong, mi vida?”

Pepa thinks about her day and how it had put her in a bitter mood, but she can’t actually find anything that feels like a legitimate complaint. She’s feeling like she’s already made a big deal out of nothing, and starts to get up, “Nevermind, it’s stupid.”

But she’s pulled back down by her mother, “It’s not stupid if it’s made you upset.”

Her younger self wants to cry at those words, wishing to have heard something like that from the woman for so long. So she gives it another shot and tries to talk about her day, “I-I’m just exhausted. It was supposed to be my day off, but there was a fire and no one can take care of it as fast as I can, so it’s far from unreasonable to make an exception there to help. But then I kept helping because I knew it’d look bad if I didn’t. T-then people wanted to talk to me about work but I ignored them and I feel horrible about it. And then there were these two kids! Who seemed very sweet, but they asked me to make a rainbow and I wanted to! But I couldn’t, and it’s not their fault they don’t understand how the gift works, but they looked so sad, and then I felt so sad. Not to mention almost the whole time I was soaked by rain and covered in dirt, and just felt so uncomfortable and gross.”

Pepa’s not quite sure when it happened, but she’s feeling a light drizzle coming down from her cloud, and feels tears forming in her eyes now that she’s let that all out. Despite the tears, she can’t help but laugh at what her mother has to say next.

“Ay, I’ve never understood why you never used any of the raincoats I got you.”

“That’s what you have to say next? Because they were ugly Mamá! And hot, between the rain and then the heat from the hood, my hair always wanted to frizz up horribly, which was a nightmare.”

“Oh you want to tell me how much of a nightmare your hair could become? I think I did your hair for you every morning until you were at least 15, and you would never stay still,” her mother laughed with her, “Would you like me to help you with your hair right now?”

Pepa is quick to feel her hair, questioning what was wrong with it, but as soon as she felt it, she realized after the work and rushing around today it had become very loose. Between the rain and wind, as well as the natural heat outside, her hair was sure to be a pain by the time it was dry at the end of the day. She feels her mother get up, grabbing a comb and shifting to sit behind her as she begins to undo the rest of the braid entirely.

Alma feels her daughter begin to relax a bit at her touch, and she continues, gently working through each knot. She takes the silence as a moment to speak up again, “Those farmers shouldn’t have bothered you, I’ll have to talk to them. And you didn’t have to stick around to help with the aftermath of the fire, putting it out was sure to already be a huge help.”

“How was I supposed to not help?” she quietly questions her mother before continuing, “Hard to erase a lifetime being taught that we couldn’t not help, that everyone else came before ourselves.”

It’s clear she’s not only talking about herself. She’s nervous she’s going to start an argument, and is briefly both thankful and terrified that she can’t get up and avoid everything like usual when her hair is currently in her mother’s hands.

“I- that would be my fault again. I did so much wrong by you all, and I will regret that everyday. I thought I was doing right by our miracle, by your Papá, but if he were here now I think he’d be very disappointed.”

“I know why you did it, Mamá, and sometimes I think I get it, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s had a negative impact on the rest of us to the point that we couldn’t even talk about it. An impact that, for some of us, is far too late to undo,” Pepa takes a deep breath, wondering if she’ll get yelled at, but the silence from her mother suggests she should continue, “This may hurt to hear, but sometimes I am so resentful of you because I know that both Julieta and I have tried so hard to raise our children differently than you raised us, and yet the things we learned from you still manage to sneak their way in there.”

She thinks if she turned around to face her mother, she’d have a hard time seeing the look in the woman’s eyes, but once again she’s glad that her mother has chosen to take her time working out each knot in her hair, making it incapable for her to face her. Her mother lets out a small hum, one that reminds Pepa of her sister and she thinks that must be where she got it from. It’s an indication to continue speaking.

Pepa decides it’s easier for her to begin on someone other than herself.

“It’s just, Julieta LOVES her hijas, so much. But she’s been taught to work herself to the bone every day since she was little, I’m pretty sure - no I KNOW - she didn’t have much of a childhood. It’s kept her from seeing the problems her girls have been having, and it’s normalized for them that it’s okay to overwork yourself for others. You taught Juli that if she’s not helping others or doing as told, she’s worthless, and her girls have gotten that too.”

They’re both briefly aware of the cloud rumbling above them, but neither one of them says anything about it. Pepa decides to ignore it as she continues, “Don’t even get me started on Mira! In this family, worth was equated to gifts, so she spent her whole life so far pushing herself too hard to reach a goal that was made unattainable for her! I feel horrible that I didn't pay more attention to her. She almost died because she thought the miracle was worth more than her life!”

She winces as she feels a harsher tug through her hair and she tries to turn around, concerned she’s already taken it too far, but her mother doesn’t let her, “Lo siento, just a tough knot. Continue with what you need to say.”

“A-and Bruno, we all treated him terribly. When he was little, me and Juli always wanted to defend him from the terrible things people would say or do, but we couldn’t. We were little too. Too little to do enough, and too little to take on the role of protector that should’ve been held by our madre.”

Pepa herself is getting uncomfortable. She has steered the conversation towards the triplet’s childhood which is only a step away from discussing her own childhood, and that’s certainly not something she planned on doing today. As if she sensed her discomfort, Pepa feels her mother running a hand through her hair, one meant for comfort this time rather than detangling, as if to say it’s okay to keep going, she can take whatever her daughter has to say.

“I hate the way I behaved after Bruno left,” Pepa finally says, taking the conversation in a slightly different direction, “I wouldn’t - no, I couldn’t - be upset about it. It hurt so much not to talk about him that I made myself angry at him instead just to stop a hurricane from occurring. And he could hear me this whole time! Yo era una perra.”

“Pepa! Language! Please don’t say that about yourself.” It’s the most Alma has said since her daughter really started to talk about everything and Pepa herself is unsure whether she’s more shocked because she let such a self-deprecating comment out in front of her mother, or at how instantly her mother reacted. Either way, a louder crack of thunder had been let out. “It was selfish of me to have suggested it in the first place. To deny you your feelings.”

The drizzle is back. It’s back and suddenly Pepa is very aware she’s slowly drenching her mother’s room. Worry instinctively takes over in the pit of her stomach and her hands reach up to soothe herself when she remembers her braid currently isn’t there.

“Just a moment,” she hears her mother say, apparently almost finished rebraiding her hair already. When she finally ties everything into place Pepa expects to feel her hair back in her own grasp, but instead feels her mother gently hold her hand. She takes this as her opportunity to finally turn around and face her mother, and it’s clear from the redness in the woman’s eyes that she has cried at some point while Pepa was talking.

“M-Mamá, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ma-“

“Shhhh, mi vida. It’s not your job to worry about me,” Alma reassures her daughter before adding, “Besides, I missed this.”

Pepa’s confused, “You missed what? Me complaining?”

“No, I missed my Pepita, my little spitfire who always told everyone what was on her mind, regardless of what it was. I’m glad to have her back.” There’s tears forming in Pepa’s eyes again, and her mother is quick to wrap her arms around her and pull her backwards into a hug, “It’s okay Pepa. Está bien. I’ve needed to hear all of this anyways. You deserve to let it out.”

She’s not sure when it happens, but somewhere in the next few moments her mother is holding her as they’re both laying down on the bed. Pepa’s reminded of when she was little, before she turned five, when she’d get hurt or have a nightmare and her mother would comfort her just like this. It’s enough to calm her down that the drizzle stops for now.

“And what about you, mi vida? Tell me how all of this has affected you?”

Pepa takes in a sharp breath. They’ve managed to come back around to the part she really didn’t want to talk about: herself. The desire to run out of the room comes back again, but she shoves it down. She’s already gone this far, might as well keep going.

“I…” She takes a deep breath, her cloud is already getting bigger, “I, ugh, I don’t… know how to cope with my emotions at all. All I really know is “clear skies” and to suppress everything else. And suppressing always leads to everything spilling out in a mess. Literally, it’s such a common occurrence that the townspeople had already named them ‘temperature tantrums’ by the time I was eight.”

Alma was shocked, to say the least. She knew people had been awful to her Brunito, that was certainly made clear to her by now. It hadn’t occurred to her that something similar could’ve been happening to Pepa, and she briefly wonders if anything ever happened to Julieta as well. Pepa senses what her mother is thinking before she can even ask, “It wasn’t good, but it was never as terrible as Bruno. People did fear my lightning, after all. It only ever got bad if I got too scared to make the lightning happen.”

The woman wants to ask what exactly “bad” meant. She’d heard about all the times Pepa struck someone from annoyed townspeople, but “too scared to make lightning” was not a feeling she’d ever witnessed from her daughter, but seeing as she’d never heard about it, she could easily suspect that Julieta may have been involved with hiding the evidence that anything had ever happened. That her daughter felt the need to hide this from her.

“A-and speaking of scaring people,” Pepa continues, “Because I’ve never had control over this damn gift, even my own hijos are scared of me at times. The thunder hurts Dolores’ ears, I’ve seen Antonio try to hide when he hears one of my storms, and I have unintentionally hurt Camilo with my lightning. And it breaks my heart everyday to know that I do that to them.”

She’s feeling tears pricking the corner of her eyes, screwing up her face to prevent them from falling, because tears meant rain and that was the last thing she wanted to do right now, “And I know, I know, by now that letting it out should make it more manageable. Félix reminds me all the time, but I think it was already ingrained in me before I even met him, that my emotions aren’t meant for me, that they’re meant to be for everyone else’s use.”

Alma waits while Pepa takes a deep breath. It’s clear her anxiety is getting the best of her and if pushed she may start to panic. It’s best to give her some time.

A few moments pass in complete silence, her breathing beginning to even out again, before she speaks up, “E-Every time I have even the smallest of clouds, I-I’ve always heard you there, in my head, ‘Pepa! You have a cloud!’ or ‘Pepa! You need to calm down!!’ and I’ve always been scared to disappoint you. Bruno’s the baby and the only son, Julieta’s your golden child and the eldest, and I’m just, in the middle. I couldn’t afford to do anything extra to make me feel like even more of a disappointment to you.”

Pepa feels her mother’s arm around her, gently encouraging her to turn around and face her. She hesitates, scared at every moment she’s said too much and will get yelled at like a child, but when she finally gives in, she sees only sadness in her mother’s eyes.

Alma finally speaks up again, “You will never be a disappointment to me. Eres mi sol. And I am so sorry I made you feel that way. I can never take back what I’ve done, but I am so thankful for having another chance with our familia.”

Pepa nods her head. She’s happy that her mother wants to do better, but she’s also exhausted both emotionally and physically. And as tears finally do fall from her eyes, she feels the rain start up again. She nearly shoots up from the bed as she tries to apologize for her weather, but her mother keeps holding her, telling her that it’s alright.

“Estás bien. I don’t know if you’ve realized it, but you’ve let out a lot of emotions, and the most you’ve done is drizzle.”

Pepa looks around, and she thinks about the past hour or so. She’s not really sure how long she’s been here but it’s definitely darker outside than when she first entered the room. And her mother is right, she’s barely gotten stronger than a drizzle, a sprinkle at the most, which doesn’t match the weather she usually gets when all of her feelings build up and are let out at once. But this wasn’t an outburst like usual either.

“I-I think, that talking about what I’m feeling, instead of hiding it, maybe makes the weather less troublesome?” she tells her mother.

“I should’ve known better,” her mother tells her back, “Anytime you need it, you can always come to me to talk from here on out. No matter what it is, okay? I’ll remind you of it too so you don’t doubt it either.”

Pepa smiles. When she was younger, all she wanted was for her mother to just listen to her, especially when the emotions got too big for her to handle. She hadn’t been sure that she was ever going to get that. She feels lighter, now that she’s shared so much, and yet the exhaustion from the day feels heavy on her, and she lets out a yawn. Alma holds back a laugh at the sight, Pepa trying to keep her eyes from shutting as she begins to stroke her daughter’s hair, just like she did when she put all of the triplets to bed when they were little.

“You can rest now, mi sol, it is still your day off after all.” It’s only a matter of moments before Pepa gives in, letting out a light snore as she falls asleep. Alma holds on to her tight, content to let her lay there and take a well deserved nap. Alma knows there’s still so much work for her to do, but seeing how peaceful her daughter looks for the first time in who knows how long, well it’s enough to remind of her how ready she is to put in all of her effort going forward.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fic #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #fics

[quoththe-ravenn]

Keep Your Mouth Shut

M!Whitney x GN!Reader

TW uhh bone breaking? Idk how to describe it. This ones a soft one boii's

Calm.

That's what Whitney feels as he slowly awakens from the tendrils of sleep.

It's... nice, albeit very concerning. Hell, when was the last time he had ever felt this calm?

He couldn't remember. (He refuses to believe the memories before his Mom's death are actually real.) It must have been a long time ago.

He tries to think back on the previous day. What had happened to make him feel so... soft? At peace?

He remembers math class, remembers your whimper as one of his fucked up friends started touching you under the desk. Remembers the rage.

He's not sure where it came from, either. He doesn't usually mind when his friends cop a feel on one of his sluts. But this time-

This time he went ballistic. He gripped his friends hand in a bone crushing hold, silently glaring at the male to back the fuck off.

Then he remembers screaming, lots and lots of screaming as he continued to twist the arm until it broke. Until he couldn't twist any more.

You looked horrified, disgusted even. He hated it, hated you so much it made his chest ache. Made him want to pin you down and fuck you in front of everyone in that room, to show you who you fucking belonged to.

Then he had been sent to Leighton's.

But that didn't explain the source of his mood.

Still slightly drifting in the black horizon, he searched again for the cause. Leighton's berating, skipping the rest of his classes for some drinks at the pub, walking back to the school to catch you before you fucked off to who knows where.

He caught you, skipping through the park with your head down. The rest of the memory is a blur, details long forgotten in a whirlwind of struggling and begging and sobbing; only one thought on his mind: He needed to take you to his house.

He wasn't sure what compelled him. He obviously wasn't against screwing you in front of a crowd. All he knows is that he wanted to be in a place where he could do anything, be anyone without having to hold up a farce.

He kissed you the moment his front door shut. It was gentle, full of all the... hatred? That had been welling up in him for months. He feels his shoulders relax as they did at the time when you melt into the kiss, molding your body perfectly to his.

You both displaced your clothes on the way up the stairs to his room, leaving a nice little show for his dad to clean up when he got home that evening. His mouth twitched at the thought of his father's rage.

Oh- the moan slips from his lips just from the memory of his tongue against you. Oh, how you tasted divine. He'd always dreamed of it, of what you'd taste like. Of how you'd writhe and moan and scream from every twist of his tongue, every gentle scrape of his teeth, every flick of his tongue ring against your most delicate spot.

He made you cum faster than anyone ever had before. It made you dizzy. It made you desperate for more.

Like an addict, you pulled him up, begging him to take you, to fuck you like the little slut you were. And so he did. Over and over and over, until you milked him dry of every drop of cum, until you were sobbing incoherently at the overstimulation.

And then he dropped, exhaustion overtaking him. He didn't even tell you to leave....

He finally snaps the last fibers of his sleepy thoughts. He feels a pressure on his back, an arm around his waist, making him feel safe and warm and-

What the fuck are you still doing here? You should just know by now that Whitney doesn't cuddle.

He thinks about kicking you from the bed, about berating you for thinking you could just stay the night without his permission. But then you shift in your sleep, plant lazy kisses against the skin on his neck, and it sends pleasant shivers down his spine.

Shivers that lull him gently into the cloud of sleep. Too weak to fight against it, he supposed it wouldn't be too bad to just... Enjoy this. No one was watching, after all.

He'd just tell you to keep your slutty little mouth shut in the morning.

#raven writes #whitney the bully #drabble #just a soft little thought of whitney being the little spoon #as he deserves #degrees of lewdity #tw bone mutilation #??? #idk man

[noritoshiikamo]

happy anniversary

first year anniversary gift is wood right? gojo satoru had just the thing. part 3 of this childhood friend drabble pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship // gojo thinking with dick part 3, threesome, anal and double penetration thread lightly if u will note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. lolololo okay idk if i did it right, never write a threesome but what better way to return to writing but to write a dp with gojo and nanami weeeee ENJOY!!

“nanamin?”

“yes,” she repeated the answer for the umpteenth time.

he tilted his head, a nervous laugh erupted out of his throat, “you want me to invite nanami kento, uhh, how do i say this without sounding like a complete prude- you want to have sex with him?” her eyes glimmered.

“and you,” she jabbed a finger on his chest, she smiled, “always with you.”

gojo satoru laughed, “buttercup, i ask you what you want for our anniversary, i expected an answer like a brand-new tesla or tiffany diamond or i don’t know-a private island?” she shook her head to his every suggestion, leaning closer into him like a needy kitten. he could feel hair raising on the back of his neck at the feeling of her bare arm brushing against his.

he eyed the tent building in sweats, his girlfriend wanting a threesome with his best friend and it’s turning him on. the idea of watching nanami kento manhandling his sweet, sweet buttercup enough to be a docile moaning mess made his dick twitched. he made note to belittle her for teasing him every time by saying he thinks a lot with his dick, but what can he do when his girlfriend is a soaking mess.

“so?”

his eyebrows shot up in curiosity, he glanced over to her and his jaws almost dropped down. the way she was squirming, getting off to the thoughts itself by rubbing her thighs together, her warmed skin and the lust clouding her eyes. “buttercup,” he cooed, pulling the girl onto his laps, “you really want it huh?” a soft oh escaped her lips as her burning crotch rested against his bulge. “look at that,” she grinned, pushing him against the sofa, his hands immediately went up to her waist as she slowly rubbed herself against him. she watched in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back, only the whites out, head back as he mumbled her name.

her lips traced the protruding collarbone of his, trading tiny licks of her tongue and kisses up to his neck and jaw, “the idea must’ve turned you on too, huh?” her breath ghosted over the shell of his reddened ear, she couldn’t hold her grin back as he let out a throaty yes. his grips on her waist tightened and her eyes widened as she found herself tossed on the sofa on her back. he pounced on her; lips pressed to each other as they scrambled to undress each other.

“before nanamin gets a taste of you, i need to make sure you know where your place is,” he growled as the button of her plaid came off with a single rip. “that this right here,” his hand moved lower to cup her moist cunt, pressing the palm against her bundle of nerve so painfully, “belongs to me.”

“always.”

gojo fished out his phone, hand pressed to her waist as he controlled her pace eagerly grinding against him, not wanting her to immediately be overstimulated before anything could happen. he pressed the phone to her ear, “talk,” he commanded before slithering down to remove her pants. “n-n nanamin, it’s me,” she stuttered as the voice at the other end greeted her. she watched nervously as gojo slowly undress her bottom half, his mop of white hair between her trembling thighs, she could feel his warm breath.

“is there anything wrong? i’m about to leave my office.”

gojo pressed a kiss on her thigh, “tell him to come over. you need help. he won’t come if i asked, but i know he would if you did, tell him it’s the scrolls,” he looked up, head tilted, and her breath hitched as she caught the look in his eyes. the jealousy and lust mixed up into one concoction which is gojo satoru.

“yes, y-yes would you mind coming over? i have issue with the scrolls you g-gave,” she jolted when his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her thighs. he had been leaving marks all over her thighs and it was enough to make her lose her mind and he didn’t even get to her burning loin.

“okay, i’ll be there in few minutes.”

the call ended and the way she sighed in relief as she tossed the phone on the coffee table with a loud clattering noise, had gojo smirking. “do you need to do that?” she breathed out, covering her warming face with her shaky arms. her relief was short lived as gojo dived straight into her soaking pussy, pressing his tongue flat from the base up to her swollen clit. she jumped, but his arms encircled her legs, holding her down tightly. the way his palm gripped her thighs served as a warning for her to behave; he’s still in control, for now.

“i told you. you need to be reminded that you belong to me before anyone else,” he hummed, lips against her swollen clit sending vibration to her whole body.

“‘toru f-fuck,” her legs desperate to close.

“you think you can come for me first?” he cooed, fingers tracing eights against her soaking cunt, “maybe i’ll prepare some holes for nanamin. i wonder which hole he’s gonna be in first. here?” her eyes rolled back as his two fingers slipped in her entrance, “or here?” his voice deepened as another finger rested at her other hole. her sudden clutching sucked the pinkies in, gojo cursed at the feeing of the tightness around it, despite not being fully in. “maybe i can have the other hole first, buttercup?” she nodded eagerly, mouthing something he couldn’t get.

she whined when his fingers left her, leaving her clutching on nothing as he left the sofa. she could hear his voice screaming from the bedroom before emerging out with a couple bottle of lube. his eyes glimmered in excitement. “you gonna need it all, buttercup,” his mood switching is something she was used too, a soft laugh escaped her lips before their little comedy club was cut short.

the doorbell rang.

she watched as his eyes darkened in excitement, “i wonder who is it?” dumping the bottles on the nearby chair, she watched as his boyfriend marched to the door. she could feel her face getting warmer, ears and neck too and she desperately searched for something to cover her exposed bottom. she wondered why it took them so long as she grabbed one of gojo’s clearly oversized robe draped on one of the chairs. her bare feet echoed on the floor as she stalked to the door, the sound of her feet pitter pattered on the floor distracting the men from their talks.

she swallowed the lump in her throat nervously, embarrassed that both of the men were now looking at her. nanami’s head tilted, a soft huff and tiny smile crept on the corner of his lip. “so, where’s the scrolls?” he asked nonchalantly. he walked inside, kicking his leather shoes opened, still arranging it neatly like a gentleman he is, and he stalked towards her.

she took her steps backward, her heart was fluttering, she could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her back. nanami looked at her with a tiny smile. like a predator stalking his prey except this predator is a clearly very handsome man she’s attracted too. gojo still the one she wants to spend her life with but what’s life without a little thrill. especially when gojo was willing to indulge her in.

“s-scrolls?”

“gosh, nanamin, do you really need to be mean to my girlfriend?”

gojo interrupted, hands in his pocket as he walked past nanami. he grabbed his nervous girlfriend, hands on her shoulders gently giving it a squeeze. “nanamin is just messing with ya,” he whispered, eyes on the blonde man, as he loosened his tie, “he agrees to be a part of our little adventure,” he planted a kiss on the shell of her ear, “lucky y/n, come.”

“nanamin! bed or sofa?” gojo asked cheerfully as he pulled the girl by her hand like a little doll.

“don’t be neanderthal, satoru,” from the corner of her eyes, she watched as he dropped his signature grey coat on the sofa, his glass long gone and the way he looked down on her almost made her moan on the spot, “bedroom. i’m not you.” her eyes widened as her feet were no longer on the ground. “satoru!” she yelled as the man tossed her on their california king bed, her robe came undone with the impact.

“so,” she watched nervously as the two men stood side by side; gojo with his arms folded to his chest and nanami undoing his tie, “which one would you like to have a taste first, buttercup?”

“is there any answer i could give that wouldn’t break your heart, toru?” she replied snidely.

gojo smiled, crawling onto the bed until they were close enough. he cupped her face, kissing her swollen lips softly before looking down lovingly to his girlfriend. this is his childhood friend, the love of his life and he couldn’t believe himself when he said: “for that, i think it’s appropriate for nanami to wear you down first,” he planted a kiss on her nose, a smirk on his face, “i’ll be back, buttercup. nanamin,” he pressed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, harder than the way she sees it, “don’t break my girlfriend, would ya?”

the door closed behind them, leaving just the two of them in the dim room.

nanami didn’t move for a while, looking around and her, accessing his next possible move. with her sprawled on the bed, nanami couldn’t help but to water at the sight of her legs out and the lack of panties. “you don’t mind if i tied you up right, buttercup?” gojo’s nickname for her rolled off his tongue so smooth and sultry, she didn’t realise how eager she shook her head.

he chuckled and called her forward to the edge of the bed. she didn’t wait for his next instruction as the robe fell on the bottom of his feet and she knelt at the edge of the bed. he leaned forward and he kissed her so gently. he started off slow, tongue slipping through her already swollen lips, softly groaning at the way her lips tasted. his large hands pressed on both side of her face as the kisses became sloppier and urgent. her trembling fingers unbuttoned his shirt, running her soft palm along his solid abs, feeling every crook of it.

he broke the kiss; she was beyond desperate as he stared down her watery eyes and plump lips. “patience, darling,” he whispered with a wink. when his hands found her wrist, despite her soft whine, he gathered it behind her and held it together. his eyes bore deeply into her, searching for a reaction on every turn and tug of his tie around her wrist.

“so why me?” he tugged on the tie one last time causing her to breath sharply.

“just plain old curiosity getting the best of me.”

her answer brought a small smile on his face as he dragged her on the carpeted floor. she watched eagerly as he took his time to undress. the shirt and pants folded neatly on the nearby chair, socks and finally boxer leaving the man standing bare in his glory. he was trimmed neatly, just as expected and she could see the curve of his cock, girthy and adequate in length; not too straight but not too bent, just perfect. he scoffed.

“did gojo starve you of human contact? you look like you haven’t seen cock in ages,” he sat at the edge on the bed, his fingers calling her forward. gripping the base of his cock, he tapped the tip of his cock against her lips, and she eagerly stuck her tongue out. the feeling of her warm, wet tongue against his sensitive tip almost made the man thrusted his hips forward.

seeing his positive reaction, she continued boldly, wrapping her lips full around his tips. she swirled her tongue around the mushroom tip and the slit, humming at the taste of his pre cum. he tasted as good as gojo’s. his hand threaded her hair, gently encouraging her to move down the length, watching as inch by inch of his cock disappeared into her mouth. she fought the urge to gag, eyes watery when she realise, she didn’t even reach the base yet but his tips were already at the back of her throat. he chuckled.

“did i tell you to stop? you’re taking all in,” he gripped her hair harder, “loosen up, buttercup, you can take it.”

he pinched her nose, cutting her air supply forcing her to breath through her mouth. with her throat loosening, he gave a slight thrust finally bottoming out. “look at that, you can do it,” he caressed her bulging cheeks, before pulling out to give the girl some time to catch her breath. the mix of his pre cum and her saliva dripped from her lips; he gently brushed his thumb along it, popping it in her mouth. “such a good girl. be a doll and open up for me, okay?” he pressed a quick kiss on her lips, “you look so pretty wrapped around my cock.”

he realigned his length back to her lips, hands on both side of her face before slowly bottoming in. she squeaked, eyes widened at the roughness of his thrust. the squelching of her throat and his moans of approval had her clamping on nothing. she wondered if it was okay to touch herself, but her throat is preoccupied now to ask for permission.

“nanamin, can’t believe you’re letting her get off by herself,”

shivers rolled down her back as gojo rested his head on her shoulder. he had been watching for a while, seeing her little girl thrown on the floor, throat fucked by his best friend had him palming himself. he couldn’t wait any longer. “poor little girl,” gojo cooed, running his rough palm between her legs. she hummed desperately; head thrown back at the feeling of gojo’s thumb against her neglected clit while an opportunity for nanami to thrust deeper into her throat. she was buzzing with pleasure, head spinning from the multiple attentions.

they exchanged a look and a nod and soon, the girl was whiny as the men pulled away. gojo didn’t give enough for her to get off too and her throat, it felt empty. “that’s not fair,” she pouted. gojo laughed at her reaction, pulling his own shirt on the floor. nanami got on the bed, calling for her by her name. she was in trance. she was quick to climb on his laps.

she swore she could lose her mind on the spot; the feeling of both nanami’s and gojo’s hand caressing every part of her body. nanami’s lips around her hardened bud, lapping and leaving marks on her breast. gojo’s lips on her own, his hand around her neck with her head thrown back. he was muttering praises along with nanami’s hums of approval. she could feel gojo’s cock resting against the valley of her ass, thrusting slowly while nanami’s cock covered in her fluid, threatening to slip in any moment now.

“such a good girl,” she swore she could hear both muttered it.

she nodded; eyes rolled back agreeing to everything them said. reduced to nothing but a moaning mess, their little fuck toys. nanami held her waist, aligning himself before slowly easing into her. he let a loud fuck, groaning at the feeling of her tight gummy walls encasing his whole length. gojo swallowed her moans, palming her breast with on hand.

“does that feel good, buttercup? do you want nanamin to fuck you?” gojo teased, twerking her nipples between two fingers. she nodded, delirious and clearly overstimulated. “fuck, yes please nanami, fuck me,” she was far from done. nanami’s thrusts were gentle, easing in gently as he watched the bulge on her lower abdomen appearing and disappearing from his thrusts.

“lay down,” gojo ordered.

she cried out in pleasure, moaning at the feeling of nanami’s cock now hitting a new spot from the sudden change of position. he held her by her waist, holding her down as his thrust sped up. her sweaty chest rested against her, he could hear her heart racing and her tiny pants and mewls. “you trust us, don’t you?” he asked, and she mumbled a yes. she braced for whatever the two men had instore; nothing could surprise her anymore tonight. she felt a velvety cloth rested over her eyes, completely cutting her vision. the blindfold elevated her senses to a new level.

the low noises, the groan from the back of nanami’s throat that slowly rises as she bucked her hips into his, matching his thrusts, all of it making her more desperate for more. “ah, ‘namin, i’m c-close,” she gasped, air getting fucked out of her system with every thrusts. another hand- gojo’s- sneaked around her legs, circling around her clit and it didn’t take long for her to buck forward, screaming in pleasure her body finally given up. strings of curses escaped her lips, falling flat against his chest.

she wasn’t sure whose hands were slapping the flesh of her ass. she mewled pathetically at the pain, clenching on nanami’s cock with every spanks. “held her apart please,” an order came. one last spanked and soon, she could feel the cold air hitting her cunt stretching on nanami’s cock that was buried down to the base. she held her breath as she felt a cool liquid sliding down the crack and something resting on her other empty hole.

“you need to relax, or it won’t work,”

she gnawed on her bottom lips, eyes watering as she felt his tip gently easing in her tight ass. a soft word of relax repeated on the shell of her ears along with a shaky moan as her body slowly stretched to accommodate the sudden entrance of gojo’s length inside her. gojo pulled her up, resting her back against his chest as he held to her waist to steady himself. he moved slowly. her pain short lived after a couple of gentle thrust, quickly turning into pleasure as a moan spurred out of her lips.

“so full,” she groaned. nanami didn’t move, focusing on flicking her clit and letting her body adjusted to gojo’s slow thrusts. gojo pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder, “you good, buttercup? do you want me to stop?” he panted, halting his thrust slowly.

her only reply was a quick shake of her head before his mouth was back on her.

sure that she was back on track, nanami rolled his hips gently. their thrusts synchronized, with nanami out, gojo goes in, engulfing her in constant flow of pleasure. it didn’t take a while for her second orgasm to hit. they didn’t give a time to breath this time, desperate to chase their own highs and too overwhelmed in their own pleasures.

“fuck, baby if you going to keep clenching i’m not going to last long,” gojo breathed out, gripping her waist so tight, she could feel the bruises coming. their names escaped her lips like a prayer, her legs were bucking from the overstimulation but none of them aren’t backing out.

“switch?”

“yeah.”

she yelped at the sudden movement. she was empty, thrown back onto a chest of someone, by the laugh of it, she knew she was resting on gojo’s chest. his dick slipped easily into her soaping cunt, while nanami found himself groaning as he slipped into her ass, still tight despite being occupied earlier. gojo’s hands gently pushed her hair back, cupping her face watching it contorted in pleasure, tongue lolling out with drools down the side. “you feeling good, buttercup?” he chuckled. she was fucked beyond dumb, bruises littered her body, he couldn’t wait to see it peeking through her skirt and shirt when she goes to her office. he wanted to see her assistant leering jealously, judging his marks on her body.

he groaned at the thoughts of it, dick twitching to fill her up.

“cum, ngghh, a-again,” she stuttered.

“hold it in buttercup,” he roughly cupped her cheeks, “we are about to fill you up too.”

she let out a desperate cry, nanami pulling on her restrains and gojo was roughing up on her breasts and neck. she couldn’t last any longer, feeling her abdomen tightened. gojo threw his head back, the feeling of her walls spasming around his own caused him to come undone.

his own legs trembled, shooting ropes of cum deep inside her walls. their mixed fluid leaked down her thighs and down on gojo. she braced as nanami pressed his face against her back, groaning as his own orgasm washed down on him. his thrusts slowed down, strings of fuck escaped the man. he rested his face against her back, struggling to catch his breath with his hand griping tightly on her breast.

nanami pulled out, falling on the edge of the bed. she slipped out of gojo's, immediately falling on her side, visibly too exhausted to even sit up.

“fuck, i can’t feel my legs,” finally, her brain could string up a couple words, “undo the restrain please,”

she held her arms, face buried in the bed. she hissed as someone undo the restrain, red raw marks forming around her wrists. she was too weak to fight when gojo spread her legs apart, an amusing chuckle escaped the boyfriend. cum were oozing out of both holes.

“buttercup, you’re full and leaking,” he pressed a kiss on her thigh.

she felt the bed dipped behind her and nanami’s deep voice greeted her, murmuring apologies and praises. he planted kisses all over her neck and jaws. “hope you enjoy your anniversary gift,” his deep voice chuckled before he left the two lovebirds for the bathroom. a body loomed over her.

“happy one year, buttercup,” gojo’s lips pressed gently on her own, “you’ve made me the happiest man-child alive.”

she smiled, tracing her fingers on his protruding collarbone, “glad to know you’re happy with me.” he grabbed her hand, gently kisses each digit and the burn mark on her wrist. he pressed her palm on his sweaty cheeks, a cheeky smile on his face, “not to ruin the moment but i feel like foursome is a bit cliché for our second-year anniversary.”

“yeah, because first-year anniversary threesome sounds right.” she rolled her eyes.

“it did say that the first-year present is wood.”

she scoffed, “first-year traditional gift for anniversary is paper, dumbass.” she pulled him down for a kiss, “but you're my dumbass, s'kay,” she mumbled against his lips, a small smile appeared on his face. a satisfied chuckle leaving him as she moved to cuddle up against his chest.

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The Greatest Healing Therapy Is Friendship (And Love) (Tobin Heath x Reader)

Leaving physical therapy one day, Tobin Heath becomes enthralled with the sound of a nearby voice, which inevitably leads her to you, a patient with a bad heart, and a kind smile. 

Tobin Heath was far from happy.  

Injuries happened from time to time, but being benched for 10-12 weeks, for not only a number of Manchester United games, but the She Believe’s Cup as well put Tobin in an incredibly foul mood, a rain cloud hanging over her head.  

She stops midstride when she hears someone barking out a laugh, the sound making her head turn back and forth in search of its source.  

“Listen, you and I both know this food is shit.”  

Tobin’s brows arch as she peeks into a nearby room. She wasn’t the type to intrude, but for some reason she felt pulled forward by the voice.  

Tobin watches a crinkle form between your brows as you turn her way, though moments later a smile stretches across your face.  

“Look there, let’s get a second opinion.” You grin, nodding to Tobin.  

“So stranger, this food sucks, right? I mean, don’t even get me started on the Jello...”  

Tobin clears her throat, shaking her head.  

“I-I haven’t had it.”  

You sigh, your head hanging in defeat.  

“Sorry to say stranger, but you’ve let me down.” You frown, your head lolling towards the nurse.  

“The food’s still shit.”  

The nurse rolls her eyes, but she can't deter the smile that stretches across her face.  

“You still have to eat Y/N.”  

The nurse shakes her head as she leaves the room.  

You whine.  

“Ey! Can I get some Popeyes? Taco Bell?”

“No!” You hear the nurse shout and you groan, your hand resting on your chest.  

You turn to Tobin with an arched brow.

“I’m not sure if we’ve ever met stranger, I’m Y/N.”  

Tobin steps towards the bed with a smile, her eyes darting from the multiple machines around you to the wires that lead down the front of your hospital gown. 

“Mind the attire.” You chuckle and Tobin smiles.  

“I’m Tobin.” She whispers, nodding to the machines.  

“What happened?” She asks curiously and you sigh.  

“Heart attack, I know, I know, how can someone as young and good looking as me have a heart attack?” You smirk, the woman unable to bite back a grin.  

“I didn't know heart disease was hereditary until I ended up in the hospital because of it.” You sigh tiredly.  

After a lengthy yawn, you turn to Tobin.

“So, Tobin, what is the purpose of your visit?” You ask and she shrugs.  

“Just had to see who was going so hard at the nurse.” She smiles and you snort. 

“Eh, I’ve been here for a while, they’re used to it by now.” You shrug, your eyelids fluttering.  

“Well Tobin, it was nice meeting you, feel free to drop by next time you’re in, I’ll probably be here.” You sigh, unable to fight off sleep.  

Tobin smiles, her brown orbs on you as you slowly drift off.  

Tobin’s smile splits into a grin.  

“Nice meeting you too, Y/N. I might take you up on that.”  

                                                             ***

It’s a day or two later that Tobin finds herself limping down the same hallway, the woman coming to a stop in front of a particular patient’s door.  

She slowly pushes the door open, poking her head inside.  

“Anybody home?” She asks as she knocks on the door, the woman receiving no response.  

Tobin frowns.  

She’d hoped to see you after a tough day of physical therapy, but unfortunately, it looked as if that wasn’t going to happen.  

“I see you took me up on my offer.”  

Tobin turns around, smiling when she sees you being wheeled towards her by the nurse from the other day, a massive grin on your face.  

“I was in the neighborhood.” Tobin shrugs and you chuckle.  

“Boot looks good on you.” You wink and Tobin snorts.  

“Sure, it does.”  

You nod towards the door.  

“Let me get hooked back up and then you can come in, I’m pretty sure we’re not to the point where you’re okay with seeing me naked.” You snort, Tobin’s eyes widening as her cheeks flush.  

“Ye-Ye-Yeah.”  

You lean your head back.  

“Ready driver?”

The nurse rolls her eyes, unable to hold back a giggle.  

“To get you out of my hair?”  

You pout, your hand resting on your chest.  

“You wound me so.”  

Tobin shakes her head, the woman leaning against a nearby wall as she waits for you to get dressed.  

Moments later the door is swinging open, the nurse from before making her way out with a smile.  

“She’s decent.”  

Tobin pushes off the wall before making her way into your room, the woman smiling when she sees you.  

You give her a wave.  

“Haven’t seen you in agessssssssss!” You snicker and Tobin rolls her eyes, pulling a nearby chair to the side of your bed before flopping down into it.  

“What’s your damage anyway?” You ask and Tobin nods to her boot.  

“Ankle.”  

You grimace.  

“How’d you do that?”  

“Playing soccer.”  

You hum.  

Tobin nods to you.  

“How’d...” Tobin points to your chest and you sigh.  

“I was jogging. My chest got really tight and I went down like a sack of potatoes.” You shrug.  

“I woke up with a tube down my throat and an incision down my chest.”

Tobin frowns, glancing around the room, her frown deepening when she realizes there’s no balloons, or even a get well soon card.  

You sigh, your eyelids fluttering.  

“Do you have any family?” She asks, the words surprising her immensely.  

Your brow arches.  

“Pretty personal question Tobes-

“I’m sorry I-

“I’m kidding, no, I don’t.”  

Tobin nods.  

“I’m sorry.”  

You smirk.  

“Hey, I don’t need visitors, not when I have you.” You grin, not even opening your eyes, meaning you miss the flush on Tobin’s cheeks.  

You murmur, doing your best to fight off sleep, but you find it impossible.  

Tobin smiles.  

“Sleep Y/N, we’ll talk another day.”  

You smile tiredly.  

“I like the sound of that.”  

                                                             ***

The next time Tobin enters your room, she’s carrying not only a balloon, but a teddy bear, as well as a get well soon card.  

Her lips part, the woman about to greet you, but when she realizes you’re fast asleep her mouth snaps shut.  

Instead of tip toing out of the room, she places your gifts on a nearby table and takes up residence in a nearby chair.  

Lately, Tobin found herself excited to come to physical therapy, because coming to the hospital meant seeing you.  

Seeing you had become the best part of her week, so much so that sitting on the sidelines and watching the others play at the She Believe's Cup hadn’t been bothering her as much as it typically would be.  

Tobin pulls her legs up into the chair, wrapping her arms around them, her knees hugged to her chest.  

She was exhausted, the colder the nights got, the worse her foot cramped, meaning she got little to no sleep more often than not.  

Soon, Tobin finds her own eyelids fluttering, the woman fighting off sleep, though she loses the fight rather quickly, exhaustion overwhelming her as she falls fast asleep.  

                                                             ***

A soft, yet noticeable snoring is what wakes you sometime later, your brows furrowing as your eyes crack open.  

You hum, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you turn towards the source of the snoring.  

A smile stretches across your face when you realize the snoring is coming from Tobin, the woman fast asleep in the chair beside your bed.  

You grin when out of the corner of your eye you spot a bright balloon, the air-filled rubber bouncing slightly with the air condition’s aid.  

You shake your head when your eyes find the teddy bear resting just below the balloon.  

Tobin grimaces as she wakes, the woman stretching her arms above her head with a groan.

“Morning.” You smile, your eyes still locked onto the tiny toy resting on the nearby table.  

Tobin quickly realizes you’re staring at the plush bear and smiles.  

“Do you like it?” She asks with a yawn and you nod, turning towards her, your eyes glazed over.  

“Yeah, yeah I really do.”

Tobin grimaces, the woman rubbing her booted foot.  

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” She blushes and you shake your head.  

“I just woke up anyway, thanks to your snoring.”  

Tobin scoffs.  

“I do not snore.”  

You snort.  

“Then what were you doing, gargling your spit?”  

Tobin’s eyes narrow, the woman giving your arm a playful shove.  

“Shut up.”  

You laugh, a belly shaking laugh that makes your chest ache, your hand immediately jumping to your chest.  

Tobin springs to her feet, the woman ducking down beside you.  

“Are you alright?” She asks as she places a hand on your back, the feel of her palm on your bare back making you blush.  

“Ye-Yeah, just some chest pains.”  

Tobin worriedly glances over her shoulder.  

“Should I get a nurse?”  

You shake your head, giving Tobin a small smile.  

“It’ll pass.”  

Tobin pulls her chair closer to your bedside and sits down, her hand still resting on your bare shoulder.  

The pain eventually passes, though the flush on your cheeks doesn’t fade considering Tobin’s palm is still flat on your back, her thumb running back and forth across your tanned flesh.  

You sigh, smiling when Tobin gently guides you back, your head hitting the soft pillow behind your head.  

“You should rest.” She whispers, the woman tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.  

You hum.  

“Not yet, you’re here.”  

Tobin smiles.  

“I can always come back.”  

You hum, the corner of your mouth ticking downwards slightly.  

“You know, I’ll be getting out of here eventually, hopefully soon.”  

Tobin nods, silently, the last thing she wanted to do was lose contact with you, especially when seeing you had made her heart skip a beat and her palms sweat with nerves.  

She knew what she felt for you was more than friendship, and the thought of losing you made her stomach churn.  

“I uhhh, I live here, in Portland you know...? Do-Do you live here? In P-Portland I mean...” You wiggle nervously, unable to look at the woman beside you.  

Tobin bites her bottom lip hard to stave off a grin, the flush on your cheeks making her heart flutter in her chest.  

She hoped, hoped maybe what she felt for you was returned, and by the way you were currently acting, it seemed it was.

“It almost sounds like you want to see me after you leave the hospital...” She grins and your eyes widen.  

“Uhh... I-I mean...”  

Your typical humor and cockiness fell away in that moment as you stuttered, unable to find the words you were searching for.  

Your cheeks flush darker and darker as you stumble over your words, only saved when Tobin takes your hand, and gives it a squeeze.  

You fall silent, your wide eyes dropping down to your joined hands before your eyes eventually meet Tobin’s.  

She gives your hand a squeeze, her smile splitting into a bright grin that makes her brown orbs shine.

“I think I’d like to see you after too.”  

Tobin laughs as she visibly watches your eyes lighten up.  

“R-Really?” You stutter and she nods.  

“Really.”  

                                                             ***

Tobin walked through the hospital with a bit of pep in her step, the knowledge that you possibly felt the same way about her as she felt about you made her incredibly hopeful for the future.  

She makes her way into your room with a smile, expecting to see you waiting for her, she’s taken aback though when she finds an empty bed.  

Her brows furrow, her eyes zeroing in on the teddy bear and the get well soon balloon she’d brought you days before.  

She turns, making her way out of the room, her head on a swivel in search of the nurse she’d seen in your room so often.

“She didn’t make it?”  

Tobin stiffens, a lump forming in her throat.  

“She’d been complaining of chest pains, she had a second heart attack this morning, we couldn’t revive her.”  

Tears welled up in Tobin’s eyes, the woman dropping to her knees in the middle of the hospital’s hallway.  

You couldn’t be gone, you just couldn’t be, not after everything, not after being through so much, you couldn’t be gone.  

“Tobin, are you alright?”  

Tobin picks her head up, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looks up at the nurse who’d tended to you each and every day.  

“She can’t be gone; she just can’t be.” Tobin sniffs, brown orbs filled with tears as she stares at the nurse who’s brows furrow.  

“What are you-

“Tobin!? Tobin are you okay!?”

Tobin stiffens, her head snapping up in search of your all too familiar voice.  

Teary brown orbs zero in on you, you who are currently jumping out of your wheelchair and running down the hall towards her, gown long gone, your new clothes clinging to your form. 

You drop to your knees in front of her and cup her cheeks, your thumbs wiping away the tears covering her face.  

“Hey, hey what’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened???” You ask, your eyes darting worriedly around her face.  

Tobin simply stares at you for a moment, her shaky, clammy hands moving to cover your own.  

“Your room was empty, a-a-and the nurses said they lost someone... I thought...” 

You blink, your eyes widening when you realize what Tobin had thought.  

You shake your head, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat as you lean in, your forehead resting against hers.  

“It wasn’t me, I’m okay.” You whisper, your eyes fluttering shut.  

Unconsciously, Tobin’s hand leaves yours, instead moving towards your chest.

Your eyes widen, your cheeks flushing as her hand meets your chest, the woman sighing in relief at the feel of your heart, beating beneath her palm.  

Your hand leaves her cheek, moving to cover hers that’s currently resting on your chest.  

“I’m okay.” You repeat, your heart skipping a beat when Tobin’s fingers slip between your own.  

Tobin takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart, but considering the proximity between the two of you, it’s a bit hard.  

Tobin’s teary brown orbs drop to your lips before again locking with your Y/E/C’s, 

Your eyes widen when you realize Tobin’s leaning in, the woman’s nose lightly grazing your own.  

A chill runs through you, your eyes fluttering shut in anticipation as Tobin’s lips brush yours, the kiss unlike any kiss you’d had before.  

You bring your free hand up to her cheek, your thumb caressing her tanned flesh.  

The two of you part only to lean right back in seconds later, unable to get enough of the feel of your lips against one another’s.  

You tilt your head to the side, changing the angle of the kiss as your lips meet again and again, something you’d been craving since the moment you woke to find her sleeping at your bedside.  

Again, you part, though neither of you pull away, Tobin leaning back in to rest her forehead against your own.  

Brown orbs flutter open as a red flush dances across Tobin’s cheeks, the woman unable to bite back a grin.  

“And now?” Tobin whispers, your brows furrowing in question.  

“How do you feel now?” She asks in a whisper and you chuckle.  

“A lot more than okay.”  

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