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distraction part 2 | bff!p.js x f!reader x bff!p.sh

wc: 4.2k

part 1

cw: smut, threesome, name calling (slut, whore), praise, slight degradation, no protection, exhibitionism and voyeurism (?), choking, bondage, two dicks in one hole yessir, squirting, cum eating, snowballing, slight mxm

The air in the room is laden with lust as Sunghoon answers the call, acting like the situation he’s in is completely normal. Like one of his best friends isn’t full of his other best friend’s cock right in front of him.

He only gives you a casual shrug of his shoulders when you glare at him, the warm dim lighting of the room sculpting his face alluringly but doing nothing to hide the playfulness of his expression.

“Hee, you need something?” his tone is impassive as he kneels again right in front of you, the soft mattress dipping underneath his weight. “She’s with you, isn’t she?” Heeseung’s voice is firm, yet you can clearly spot the presence of a bitter edge in his tone. You might think he actually cares for a second or two. Except you are not naive enough to indulge in that fantasy anymore. Definitively not after what you found out earlier that day.

Jay can feel your uneasiness in an instant, being so intimately familiar with your emotions. He traces his lips down your neck while his fingertips move against the skin of your waist in an attempt to soothe your nerves, raising goosebumps along their wake. His touch grounds you right away, leaving you feeling secure and protected in his warm hold. “He can’t hurt you anymore,” he whispers before taking the shell of your ear in his mouth and biting it gently, eliciting an almost inaudible sigh from you.

Hoon fixes his gaze on you before replying to Heeseung’s question, “Yes, she’s here right now.”Your eyes widen at his answer. You expected him to deny knowing anything about your whereabouts, end the call and come back to pick up right from where he left off.

“Can I talk to her? Just a few minutes.”

Jay holds you tighter against his broad chest, the muscles of his arms tensing around you when he feels you try to move out of his grasp, stopping you from scooting closer to Sunghoon.

“That’s her decision to make.”

Sunghoon mutes the call, looking at you expectantly as he waits for you to think your choices through.

You have an idea of what the boys might be thinking, and while you’re not completely opposed to it, a pang of guilt courses through you at the idea of Heeseung finding out about you fucking your best friends. They’re his too after all. But you also know he deserves this. He deserves to know how good his lifelong brothers are fucking you.

As on cue, they both sense your inner turmoil. You can feel yourself relax against Jay as the other man dips his head down to press kisses on your lower abdomen and grab the back of your thighs, caressing them slowly.

“Relax, princess,” Jay whispers to you, lips brushing against your ear and nose nudging the strands of hair close to it.

“Hoon,” you moan quietly, “want to make him regret everything he ever did to me.”

The man in question grins up to you proudly, one of his canines peeking out slightly, “I think I have an idea then.”

“That's our girl.” Jay smiles against your neck as you feel him harden inside you, his thick length filling you up slowly once again.

“You okay with being watched?”

Your breath hitches in your throat at the lewd suggestion, yet the familiar stab of need in your lower region is enough to help you make up your mind completely. You nod as you catch your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Gonna need to hear you say it,” you hear Jay whisper while Sunghoon looks at you expectantly.

“Want him to watch you two fuck me, please.”

“Anything you want, angel.”

Sunghoon returns his attention to the device in his hands, unmuting the call and getting up from the bed once again.

“So? Can I talk to her? Can I see her?”

“Oh, you’ll see her alright,” He ends the call without waiting for an answer before walking to the window right in front of the bed and calling Heeseung again, this time on a video call.

“Sunghoon? Hello? What’s this all about?”

Sunghoon ignores him entirely, his full dark eyebrows furrowed from concentration while he’s too busy trying to get the perfect angle on the windowsill. Once he’s satisfied he steps back a bit to check one last time before starting to walk back to you and Jay, finally revealing you wholly to Heeseung, your naked form spread over Jay’s and your stuffed cunt on full display for him.

It’s silent for a while on the other end of the call while Sunghoon settles next to Jay, a wide grin on his face.

“Hot right?”

Your blood runs cold for a moment at how flat and detached Heeseung’s voice sounds when he opens his mouth again.

“Jay? What the fuck? What’s the meaning of this?”

Heeseung is absolutely floored by the scene playing out in front of him. He expected you to run crying to them as soon as you found out about him cheating like you have done every single time something went wrong between you two, just for you to crawl back to him in no time. That’s what he was anticipating. A few apologies and maybe a dinner date to win you back, that's what it took all the other times. But this?

He wants to end the call and drive to his best friends’ apartment, and then god knows what he'd do to them once he got there. But he also cannot help but stay frozen in place, sitting on the end of the bed in his own dark room.

Why does he think you have never looked as gorgeous as in that instant, with Jay’s thick hands all over your body? He should not be feeling like this. He should be way angrier than he is. Especially when someone else is touching what’s his.

Before Heeseung can even try to recover from the shock he’s experiencing, Sunghoon gently reaches for your chin – fingers warm and delicate on your skin – and angles your face towards his, soft eyes holding your gaze reassuringly. He leans down to capture your lips in a delicate kiss, the tenderness of it surprising you.

You yelp when he unexpectedly bites your lip. He takes the chance to slide his wet tongue inside your mouth, savouring your sweet taste.

One of his hands is cupping your face while the other starts to travel down your body, groping any inch of flesh he can reach, the contrast between the slow movements of his tongue and the roughness of his touch leaving you dizzy, putty in his hands.

Sunghoon has you wrapped around his finger, his scorching touch the only thing you can pay attention to, a siren luring you to him.

He draws back slightly, smiling when he notices you chase after his lips, “I think Jay might be feeling a little left out.”

Your attention is forced back on Jay as he starts thrusting inside you once again, fucking the mixture of both of your releases inside you, your cheeks flushing at the lewd sounds his movements cause.

Sunghoon inches two of his long fingers into your cunt to collect some of the mess seeping out of you and brings it up to Jay’s mouth, who obediently takes them in as he keeps eye contact with you, your head tilted back on his shoulder. He hums at the taste and laps the fingers clean before releasing them with a pop. Watching him enjoy eating his own cum does inexplicable things to you, and you know it clearly reflects on your expression when he tries uselessly to stifle a little giggle at how desperate you look.

His thrusts are teasingly slow and shallow. You need more, so much more, to the point it’s beginning to be unbearable. So you grab his hand and bring it down to your clit, big glossy doe eyes begging him silently. Jay is visibly amused as he tsks at you and moves his hand to your inner thigh, his hand hot on your sensitive skin, the chill of his rings sending waves of shivers coursing through your body.

Sunghoon grabs your face and kisses you again, this time a lot more messily and wet, his own lust leaking through his composure. He pushes the fingers that Jay licked clean inside you unexpectedly, making you gasp in his mouth and draw back a bit with a string of spit following you, your airy moans filling the room.

Both Sunghoon’s fingers and Jay’s cock are dragging slowly against your walls, the added girth stretching you out deliciously despite the burning sting. It hurts, but it hurts so good you greedily find yourself wanting even more.

Despite having done a good job at keeping his composure, Sunghoon can’t help but start to get desperate. Seeing you enjoy yourself brings him a great amount of pleasure, but his weeping cock has been neglected for far too long, and he doesn’t think he can go on like this for much longer.

He knows they should prep you a bit more, but he’s sure you’d just take it anyway like the sweet angel you are if he pushed his cock right next to Jay’s in that instant. So good and obedient for him.

As if reading his friend’s mind, Jay slips out of you with a grunt and leaves you suddenly empty and clenching around nothing. Sounds of protest start to bubble in your throat but Jay’s hand harshly grabs your face, his lips smashing with yours to shut you up, “Patience, sweet thing.”

He manoeuvres your body so this time your side is facing the phone you had forgotten about once you thought Heeseung had ended the call, which is actually very much still on and showing him everything. Now that you’re aware of it again you can make out faint squelching sounds coming from it. Your mouth hangs open at the realization that Lee Heeseung is fucking his fist to the little show you guys have been putting on for him.

You already knew him to be a pervert, but this seems like a new low even for him.

You want to think you feel utterly insulted by this new information, but all you can find within yourself is deep satisfaction. Ecstasy courses through your veins at the thought of how humiliating this must be for him, how pathetic he must feel. You’re itching to make him feel even worse about his situation, so you muster up the most distressed look you can manage and crawl on all fours towards Sunghoon, exaggerating the sway of your behind.

“Please Hoonie, want you both to stuff me full right now, Heeseung has never made me feel this good,” you say as you wiggle your hips for the camera pointed at you.

“You’re putting on a show for Heeseung?”

Your head shoots up to meet his gaze as soon as you hear his mocking tone, a slight arch on one of his eyebrows while he stares at you, clearly amused by your attempt.

“Huh, no I-” you don’t manage to finish your sentence as Jay interrupts you by grabbing your hips and positioning your body over his, your breasts pushed against his chest this time. His voice is sultry, warm breath fanning over your ear and sending tingles down your spine, “Aren’t you a dirty little slut mmh? Begging to get fucked just to make Heeseung jealous?”

The air is somehow thicker than it was just a few seconds ago, and you should be offended at the name Jay just used, but instead, you find it makes you crave their touch even more. You hear Sunghoon swiftly unbuckle his belt behind you, “We’ve been so nice to you, and this is how you repay us?”

“I don’t understand-” you’re once again interrupted by Jay, this time his rough hand clasps around your throat and squeezes lightly, just enough to replace your words with a hoarse gasp. He brings you closer to his face, warm breath tickling your own, “You’re still thinking about that bastard, acting like a little slut for him, that’s what the problem is. Is it clear enough now?”

You struggle to nod in his grasp, prompting him to apply more pressure on your throat.

“Words.”

“I understand,” you barely manage to choke out, voice raw from being suppressed, even if for such a short amount of time.

He releases you from his hold, leaving you gasping for air. Sunghoon barely gives you any time to recover as you feel him take hold of your wrists, just one of his hands big enough to keep them in place. He looks at you for a split second and leans his chin towards the discarded belt on the bed before speaking, “Is this okay with you?”

You’re about to nod, but remember their insistence on using words, so you opt for a shy yes instead. Jay chuckles, fondly brushing his knuckles on your cheekbones, “You were so eager to act like a little whore just a few minutes ago. What happened, doll?”

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, and this time he catches your reaction, a dark glint making its way into his eyes. You have no time to react to it as your attention is grabbed by the smooth leather of Sunghoon’s belt being secured tightly around your wrists, binding them together.

Jay grabs his member and slides it between your folds a few times, collecting some of the wetness before sliding in, hissing at the feeling of your walls enveloping him.

“Still so tight, how are you gonna fit both of us, doll?” His hand slides down to grab a handful of your ass, pushing you up and down on his cock. You take the hint and start moving, back arching and hands placed on his chest as leverage.

The space behind you is suddenly empty as Sunghoon stands up and walks towards the windowsill to grab the phone that is balanced on it. He addresses Heeseung, “Still here? You’re enjoying this mhh?”

“Nasty freak,” the smile that takes over his features is almost devilish, not his usual flirtatious grin, “Gonna give you an even better view, one you will never forget.”

He points the camera towards you, giving Heeseung a clear view of you riding Jay. He stills your hips with his other hand for a few seconds before bringing it to Jay’s mouth and signalling to spit on it. He brings his hand back to his cock and smears the wetness all over it, fisting himself a few times before aligning it on your entrance, finally pushing in next to Jay with a groan.

They both stay still for a moment, just enough to let you adjust to their combined girths. The stretch is almost unbearable for the first few moments, white-hot pain blinding your vision.

Jay throws his head back against the headboard and lets out a loud drawn-out moan. His hand is resting on your waist, the warmness of it helping you ground yourself. Sunghoon grabs your bound wrists and pushes your body to lay against Jay’s fully, giving himself and Heeseung a perfect view of your overly stretched hole as the man under you resumes thrusting up into you.

Heeseung thinks he must have gone insane when he has to physically stifle a moan at the sight of Sunghoon’s hips slowly starting to move, cock dragging next to Jay’s. He feels betrayed, not by you but by his best friends. He wonders how long they have been waiting to stick their weeping cocks inside you, how long they’ve eyed you like prey without him ever noticing, how many nights they must’ve spent fucking their fists thinking about you while he pounded you sweet little cunt. Oh, how the tables turned.

He wants to call them fucking perverts for this, but he knows he’s not in a position to judge anyone. Not when he’s getting off to the sight of your cunt getting stuffed by them. He might be even worse.

The sight on his phone is unbearably lewd to begin with, but your cries of pleasure make it so much worse. Never have you sounded like that for him. You’re so fucking wet for them Sunghoon almost accidentally slides out a few times. Heeseung thinks about how snug it must feel, how hard you must be clamping around them, and he clenches his fist tighter to mimic the feeling, Adam's apple bobbing as your moans get louder. He wants to be the one fucking you right now so bad, so desperate to cum inside you this time he can’t stop one of his pitiful sobs from escaping.

You are visibly caught off guard by the sounds he’s making, and when you turn your head back to the phone Heeseung can’t help but cum without any warning. Your Angelic eyes are so big and glassy, the stark contrast to the sight of your hole getting pounded making him lightheaded. He keeps stroking himself, riding out his orgasm as pathetic whines fall from his lips and thick spurts of hot cum cover his hand, even more shame setting in.

Sunghoon notices you try to sneak glances at his phone and feels irritation settle in his chest. Why are you still thinking about him? He drags you up by the belt, a surprised yelp leaving your lips at the sudden change of position. His mouth is right next to your ear as he whispers to you in a husky tone, “Your attention is elsewhere. Are we not fucking you good enough baby? Still thinking about that little bitch?”

He drops the phone somewhere on the bed, denying Heeseung of your sight and leaving him with only the sounds and his imagination. The hand that was holding the device teasingly wraps around your throat. His hands are softer than Jay’s and so is his hold, but the mere presence of it makes your stomach flip, “We’ll fuck you so dumb you can barely think at all, let alone pay attention to Heeseung.”

His tone when mentioning your ex-boyfriend’s name is so venomous it makes you wonder if he’s been feeling like this for a while now. Does he feel like you’ve ignored him for the red haired man on the other line of the call? Have you been unaware of any advance made by him? You start to think back to all the times you might’ve misinterpreted his actions, but you can’t dwell too much on any of it because Jay is suddenly pistoning a lot faster inside you, his feet planted on the bed and hips slightly lifted to give himself room to match your movements while Sunghoon’s are still slow and sensual. You’re gradually losing yourself in the pleasure the two men are providing you, the thoughts that were starting to form earlier completely out of the window.

“Has anyone ever fucked you this good, doll?” Jay asks, even though he knows the answer and only wants to hear you say it. In fact, it’s all you can think about at that moment: how no one has ever fucked you this good, how they’re ruining sex with anyone else for you, how every time you find yourself needy you’re just gonna have to go back to them and beg them to do anything to make you cum.

You eagerly nod your head to him, eyes closing when you struggle to form against their onslaught on your poor tiny hole, stretched beyond what you can take, “Fuck- yeah, no one ever.”

Jay chuckles and you feel the vibrations on the skin of your cheek, his lips brushing against it while Sunghoon coos at your enthusiasm, “Is that so mmh? Not even our Heeseung?”

You’re quick to shake your head, “No, not even him.'' This seems to only spur the men further, Jay’s thrusts becoming somehow faster and Sunghoon’s more precise and deep.

Sunghoon grabs your bounded wrists and uses them to slide you over their cocks, the slick mess between your legs coating their thighs too, leaving you no room for movement. All you can do is sit there prettily for them and take it, your mouth falling open and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Your cunt was made for our cocks,” Jay is grunting in your ear, one of his hands leaving your hips to grab your chin, “Gonna ruin you for everyone else."

You helplessly clench around them even harder at his words, so snug they can barely move, deep grunts and moans filling the air.

They know you’re close by the way your cunt keeps clenching as if trying to impossibly suck them in further. You're babbling by that point. Barely coherent strings of praising words showing them how dumb on their cocks you are, not even able to form complete sentences.

Your front collapses on Jay’s chest as you come undone around them, your vision blinded and hearing muffled for a few seconds from the sheer strength of your bliss. Sunghoon is still holding your bottom up, his thrust losing precision and becoming rougher and messier, matching Jay’s erratic ones. You still haven’t come down from your high when you feel Sunghoon’s fingers trace circles on your puffy abused nub, earning whines of protests from you that are immediately swallowed by Jay’s mouth, his teeth grazing your bottom lip sensually, “Just a little more, you’re doing so good angel.”

The coil in your stomach is building once more and you try to fuck your hips back against Sunghoon’s, the pain so good and addicting you greedily want more and more.

“Inside please,” you sniffle pathetically as tears form on your lashes. Sobs leave your chest as you come for them a second time, your breath getting knocked out of your chest as your come makes a mess on both of their thighs.

“Did you just squirt angel? Fuck, that’s hot,” As soon as Jay realizes what just happened he stills his hips against yours and paints your walls with his hot cum. Sunghoon’s mouth hangs open in a silent moan as he feels both of your slicks push against his throbbing member, prompting his own high to wash over him.

You’re all catching your breaths as Sunghoon keeps fucking the mix of your releases inside you, not wanting any of it to slide out and go to waste. Jay has to tap his hips a few times to get him to stop.

A mewl leaves your lips when they carefully slide out of you, the emptiness so sudden you find yourself missing the way they filled you completely right away.

You’re so spent you can barely move, but you manage a small smile when Jay kisses your temple softly, caging you in his arms while Sunghoon grabs a towel to clean up the sticky mess you made.

He retrieves his phone too, taking note of the ended call, before opening the camera app and grabbing your ankles, parting your sore legs as far as you can manage.

He points the camera at you and easily slides two fingers back inside you, earning tired weak sounds of protest from you.

“Shh, am only showing our Heeseungie what he missed,” he lowers his face down to your cunt and slides his fingers out, quickly replacing them with his tongue. He takes as much cum as he can in his mouth, then comes up back again and kisses you softly, tongue sliding some of the essence in his mouth into yours. He parts from your lips and scoots closer to Jay, repeating the same action.

Butterflies wreak havoc in your stomach when you stare at Jay, his eyes closing and savouring the taste, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows and licks inside of Sunghoon’s mouth, careful not to miss any drop.

Sunghoon parts from him with a smile, grabbing the warm wet towel he had set next to you and finally gently cleaning you up, careful not to stimulate you further. He lifts you up in his arms and walks to the bathroom, he sets you down carefully, hands hovering close to your body making sure you can stand up on your own before stepping back and signalling you to pee. Your cheeks heat up at his suggestion, earning a full chest laugh from him, “I just fucked the daylights out of you, and this is what you’re embarrassed about?”

He sets a shirt and a pair of his clean underwear on the sink before walking out of the room, “you’ll get a uti if you won’t, silly girl.”

You’re drowsy by the time you’re back in bed with them, Jay is whispering sweet nothings in the crown of your hair, sometimes giving you tiny pecks, and Sunghoon has his arms wrapped around your shoulders, one of his hands caressing your arm gently. You have no idea how you let Heeseung get away with treating you like he did when this is what you could have had all along. You don't know how this is gonna change your relationship with everyone involved, but you decide you'll worry about it another time, the comfortable silence lulling you to sleep as the men next to you continue to swoon over you.

a/n: tagging users that i think wanted a part 2, sorry if not!!

@sweetjaemss @heeseungshim @fmdmbaa

@secretlyapartofthisfandom @adult-kinda @sunghoonsgff

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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I just notice most of my writings I make a reader that can cook due to self insert... so now I'm doing the opposite-

Hcs that you can't cook and what would they do...

Can't cook as well so you both are screwed. The end.

Jokes apart, man really can't cook for the life of his.

He does know how to use a oven, he does know some recipes... but does he actually cook? Naim.

Is terrible even.

I don't even doubt he can burn water.

Poor bird tried so many times to make something for you or him but it's just never ends up right so he just gives up with a pouty face and goes to munch on some KFC :(

Much like you do.

So basically how the heck you guys live? Well, Keigo has a shit ton of money, so you guys can go out plenty of times or order a take out.

But alas, neither of you always want bought food because neither of you are made of money.

So Hawks being Hawks gladly will annoy ask Endeavour-san or Tokayami to for some leftovers.

Yes. Yes he asks food from a freacking teenager.

Enji truly is pissed at both of you.

If you get insecure over this he just smiles at you and assures is no big deal.

"We can always have our favorite foods delivered dove. Besides, cooking is not my talent either, so don't worry, you are great at everything you do anyway."

Man is so cute, he supports you muchhhh

But if you want to learn he will go all out to be your personal cheerleader.

Might tear up at the first dish you make him.

Screw if it's bad or not he is swallowing the whole thing down.

He won't regret it. Even if it ends up having to spend all the afternoon on the toilet.

Pls call a ambulance if he starts to throw up-

Not so screwed.

Man can do the bare minimum

Like... instant noodles and hamburger steak.

He is not much on complicated dishes, he fears he might screw up and didn't even tried once. For both disinterest and fear of messing up.

If he catches you putting yourself down due to this, he will put aside everything he was doing, grab your hand, yank you to the bedroom and assure you are great... and also you are so fucked... literally.

Yeah, do what you can with this information.

Man couldn't care less iff you are the masterchef or burn pasta, he will love you either way.

Besides, you are luck if you don't cook for him honestly.

Man is such a picky eater that if he ends up with someone that does cook he will give them headaches.

A nightmare to decide what to eat.

Despite hating fish, he will absolutely go out of his way to make a Italian pasta with tuna if you do like fish.

Aaaww <3 look at the loveable sociopath being a good boyfriend

Kurogiri.

That's it. That's the hc.

Kurogiri is your life saver. You're in good hands, man is good at making food.

HOUSE HUSBAND MATERIAL FIGHT ME

Hari doesn't care honestly.

He can cook for both of you.

Sweet dependable man ❤

Dude knows how to make a full course meal out of only 4 ingredients.

Put him on masterchef

He reassures you all day that is fine if you can't or don't want to cook since for him is not all that big of a deal.

The only thing he wants you to do, if you want to help him, is that you pass the ingredients or just crack the eggs

Cue him laughing like a hyena when you accidentally drop the eggshell on the bowl but not the actual egg.

Listen, even if you end uo ruining a recipe this dude will laugh. Not at you, but at the situation.

Because to him, is a fond memory he can look back at on his worst days to make him smile.

SOMEONE MARRY THIS MAN HE DESERVES IT-

Oh he is such a bitch about this-

Man knows how to cook some basics dishes and rarely a more sophisticated one but... he simply doesn't want to.

Is too 💫messy💫 for the pretty prince 🤴

He won't actually order or obligate you to cook for him since he is better than that I hope but do expect some sarcastic remarks that even Mimic could do an omelet.

I want to slap him for this shit-

The moment you bring up his disdain for kitchen messes and dirty dishes he will shut up pretty quickly with a scoff.

Arrogant lil sh-

So, either his subordinates make the dishes for you guys(i recommend chrono again), or he takes you out on a restaurant that he trusts.

Let's forget he is bankrupt for just a sec, pops will end up crying about the bill of the restaurant later

But there is this RARE situations where he will do something to impress you.

Man made Unagi for you. Show some respect.

And to your surprise it actually taste good!

Don't tell him though. We are sick of his God like syndrome.

And also, don't expect too much of this... as I said, is really rare that he would do something like that. He doesn't like to get his hands DIRTY

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #chrono x reader #kurono hari x reader #i wont even put shigaraki x reader for this one #overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #bnha villains #bnha villains x reader #bnha x reader #zuffer writings #keigo takami x reader #todoroki touya x reader #kai chisaki x reader

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aceofsnacks · 6 months

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I did a tour of GO filming locations

It was around London, so I didn't get all of them, but the trip has been such a blast I just have to share the pics!

1. St James park: so many birds! And tourists. Which is good because the secret government agents wouldn't be able to feed so many ducks. I saw pelicans too—they were huge and pink and funny!!

2. Berkley Square (they actually didn't film anything here, but still): it's a giant construction site now. The only birds I spotted were parrots, so many of them, at least 5 nests, and loud too. No sane nightingale would ever come there, this much is true. But the song is referenced on one of the bench plaques <3

3. The Ritz / The Criterion: they both look nothing like the restaurant in the show (maybe the Criterion changed since 2019?) But both are fancy! When my rich uncle leaves me a giant inheritance and I find my 6000 year soulmate, I am so taking them out there, just you wait.

4. The Globe: this is my favourite theatre now!!!Macbeth was magnificent! And the standing tickets were so worth it: actors were down in the crowd and interacted with everyone! I got some of Macduff's blood on me! (Can't get this anywhere else :D) The Globe is closed in winter, so I'm already planning to buy tickets for next year.

5. The Bandstand and the-place-where-Gabriel-was-running: after marinating on Tumblr for so long I felt shocked seeing the word "bandstand" on a physical sign in the park. Like, put up a warning at least, my heart needs to be prepared?? The actual bandstand was at the same time smaller and bigger than I expected. Also those red bits—apparently they were there the whole time; I was imagining it black and white for some reason.

Also I met another crazy fan taking pictures of the bandstand in the rain, and I remember thinking, they have to be just as crazy as me xD

6. Tavistock square (where they switched bodies): the filming crew must have moved the benches around, because the square itself is so tiny and you can only match the scene background if you stand all the way back in the bushes. Surely there must have been a better way.

7. Crystal palace: just as I suspected, you can't see the dinosaurs from the bench because of all the trees in the way. The dinos are hilarious though, they look more like🗿and not like 🦖. In the show Warlock seems to have written a rude word on the teleosaurus info card, how dare he!

8. Tadfield (Hambleden, really): I thought, it's just two hours from London, easy day trip, in and out, what could go wrong. Cue to me stumbling over muddy fields in the dark surrounded by menacing sheep and regretting everything. The village is cute and English and has literally three streets and a post office and nothing else. And sheep.

9. Bonus round, my take on Aziraphale's bookshop xD "Seducing women? I think you've got the wrong shop!"

10. Bonus bonus round, food! (am I or am I not the ace of snacks after all?) An oyster recipe from Marcus Gavius Apicius' cookbook (Rome, 1c CE, stumbled upon it in the museum of Reading), and Eccles cakes (soooo sweet they don't calm people down but give them instant diabetes)

And that's it!! Thank you for reading all the way <3 Here is a secret snack 🍎

#Good Omens #Crowley #Aziraphale #London #real life #good omens filming #good omens 2

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actiniumwrites · 1 year

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I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

synopsis: when ayato’s flight home to visit his family for christmas is cancelled because of a snow storm, he’s stuck at his apartment with you, his best friend and roommate. forced to spend christmas together, it leads to unexpected confessions and newfound love

characters: ayato x gn!reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: modern!au, fluff, best friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, mutual pining, a few cuss words, uses prompts 3 and 9 from the collab list

notes: this fic is a part of @dustofthedailylife ‘s winter wonderland collab! i’m not the best at writing strictly fluff, so hopefully this turned out alright. if you enjoy this fic, definitely consider checking out everyone else’s amazing works in this collab! i’m so glad i got to be a part of it, thank you, dust <3

The loud slamming of the front door to your apartment was the last thing you were expecting to hear on the night of Christmas Eve. Well, that and the sound of your best friend (and roommate) entering the door with a bunch of curses flying left and right out of his mouth.

In an instant, you were on your feet, turning the corner to find Ayato, standing in the doorway absolutely and utterly soaked from head to toe in his black trench coat and sleek suit underneath. If he didn’t look so furious, you probably would have laughed. That, and you were concerned as to why he was even home in the first place. Not even an hour ago was he supposed to be on his flight back home to his sister to spend Christmas with her. Yet, here he was, dripping icy water onto the floor of your shared apartment.

“Ayato?” you called out, a twinge of concern in your voice, “How come you’re home? I thought you should already be on your way back home to Ayaka?”

The tall male grumbled under his breath as he patted his hands against his coat before sliding off his gloves and slicking back his wet hair. Only now could he finally look at you, “Yes, I was supposed to be on a flight, but those goddamn incompetent pilots couldn’t bear a little cold wind. Now I’m here.”

As if on cue, a strong gust of wind seemed to pound against the windows of your shared apartment. While they were normally crystal clear, the glass now seemed icy with frost and you could barely see the other buildings around you. Hell, you couldn’t even the rest of the city.

“A little icy wind?” you scoffed, “Ayato, that’s a full blown snow storm. I guess we’re stuck here until it blows over, not that I was planning to leave anyway.”

Ayato let out a dejected sigh and shook his coat off his body, folding it gently over his arm. You watched as his light blue hair fell forward onto his face again and onto his eyes. You stepped forward, your hands instinctively moving up and gently moving it to the side of his face as he spoke again, more calmly this time as he melted into your touch, “I suppose so. All the flights got cancelled, so I guess I’ll be spending Christmas here.”

Your eyes met his again and you snorted, “Jeez, don’t sound so disappointed. At least you’ll have me here.”

For the first time tonight, the corners of Ayato’s lips pulled upward as he gazed down at you, “Ugh, don’t remind me.” Your mouth gaped open at his teasing, your hand reaching up to playfully punch his shoulder. Ayato couldn’t help but laugh loudly as he gathered his things and walked down the hall to his room.

“I’m going to go take a hot shower, don’t miss me too much,” he called out, the same teasing tone in his voice.

You scoffed as he shut the door. In moments like these, you couldn’t tell if you were happy or regretful you became roommates with him all those years ago. You had been best friends forever, and once time for college hit, you both decided to move in together. It was expensive to live on your own and Ayato was kind enough to offer you move in with him in his fancy new apartment. But even now, years later, here you were, still living with him. Unknowingly, you had both told yourselves the same lie: it was convenient. Though, deep down, you both knew that wasn’t the real reason why you continued to live together.

Best friends was all you guys ever labeled yourself as. Ayaka always made snide comments whenever she was with the two of you, Yoimiya was always giggling, and even Thoma sometimes joined in on the teasing. And it certainly did not help when the kind old lady at the grocery store always asked when the wedding was going to happen, or the way your landlord would comment on how you guys always acted like a married couple. And as smooth and nonchalant as Ayato was, even he got flustered by the comments. Sometimes, though, you wished you could just be together. If only Ayato held the same feelings, you thought.

Shit, when had you fallen so in love with him?

The sound of footsteps padding down the hall interrupted your thoughts as you sat on the couch, zoned out thinking of your best friend. When he turned the corner and into the living area, you noticed his hair was all wet and he was now dressed in a baggy purple and black sweatshirt with the logo of Inazuma University, the school you both attended, alongside a pair of black sweatpants. What a rare sight, you thought. Normally, he was so professional it was like he could never be caught dead wearing anything informal or casual.

Although you found him to be quite attractive like this, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. He frowned at the sound, “May I ask what’s so funny?”

Your hands waved him off as you sighed beneath your small smile, insisting it was nothing. Although he wanted to press further as to why you were laughing, Ayato didn’t say anything more. Instead, he opted to sit next to you and slump against the comfortable pillows of the couch while shutting his eyes.

You frowned before asking if he was alright. The blue haired boy waved you off, just as you had done moments ago, before sighing, “I’m just a little stressed. I’m not sure what to do about Ayaka now.”

You hummed in understanding, “Have you called her yet?” He nodded in response.

“She said it was fine and not to worry about it, but I don’t know. I suppose there’s always New Years.”

Your hand reached out to his shoulder, “Don’t worry, Ayato. Ayaka is going to be fine, you should really listen to her sometimes. And just like you said, there’s always New Years and other holidays too. I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

Ayato nodded, his eyes still shut, “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

A few seconds of silence had passed before either one of you spoke up again, only the sound of the crackling fireplace and icy wind pounding against the window filled the space. Your eyes drifted to your hands that had been clasped together as they lay upon your lap, desperately thinking of ideas.

“You know what might cheer you up?” you spoke softly, careful to not disrupt him in case he wasn’t in the mood for your antics. Ayato’s eyes flickered open and met yours as a confused expression made its way to his face, “What?”

“Baking?” the proposal fell meekly from your lips.

Ayato sighed and shut his eyes again at the suggestion. You got up in an instant. One of your hands pulled at his, “C’mon! I know you don’t like it, but you never know, it might lift your mood? Do it for me at least?”

Ayato’s eyes slowly opened as you held tightly onto his cold hand and plead for him to join you in your silly baking ideas. But oh well, it was Christmas Eve and Ayato really did have nothing better to do. And besides, who was he to say no to you?

“Okay,” he whispered.

An hour later, the both of you were standing in the kitchen cleaning up the horrible mess you had made. It turns out, neither of you were very good at baking — even though it was just the boxed stuff. Eggs that had missed the bowl were on the counter, grains of sugar coated the floor, and there was flour drifting in the air. Yet, somehow, the box of brownies you had purchased at the store a few weeks ago was now cooking in the oven. How you managed to salvage it? You had no idea. The entire situation was almost comical.

Your hand moved in a circular motion against the tile counters in your kitchen, a sanitary wipe in your hand. Ayato was on the other side, broom in hand and his back to yours, sweeping away the flour that had now fallen to the floor.

“Ugh,” you groaned. The wipe you had been using had just filled up again. It was the third one you had used. How many more would it take to clean up these stupid eggs? “Hey, Ayato? Can you grab me another wipe?”

“Sure,” he said without turning around to face you. His hand grabbed another wipe out of the container as he turned around to face you, broom still in hand at his side. His blue eyes paused as they landed on your face.

Ayato squinted before silently laughing to himself and walking closer to you, cornering you against the kitchen counter. His hands let the broom fall against the counter to his left and his hand reached up to your face as a gentle smile pulled at his lips.

Your eyes widened at the lack of space between the two of you while your heart pound against your chest. The beating was so fast that you wondered if he could hear it. His blue eyes never left yours, though you couldn’t say the same about your wandering eyes. “Ayato?” you whispered, “Is something wrong?”

Ayato’s only response was a slight hum as his hand set itself against the side of your face, gently swiping his thumb back and forth as his eyes concentrated on your cheek. His lips were so close that, if he had moved any closer, they would have been on yours. Though, perhaps you wanted that.

As quick as he came, he was gone. Ayato pulled himself away from you and held out his other hand. The wipe you had asked for just moments ago was within it. Truthfully, you had forgotten all about it already. In fact, your heart was still beating rapidly against your chest.

“There we go,” your roommate spoke happily. His hands clapped against each other, grains of flour flying off of them. When his eyes met yours, his face contorted into one of fake confusion. You knew him well enough to know what he had been doing, “What’s wrong? It was only a bit flour on your face. As your best friend, it was my duty to remove it for you.”

Your jaw dropped, but before you could say anything, a loud whistling sound erupted into the air. The wipe in your hand was long forgotten as it fell to the counter behind you. Quickly, you moved to where the stove was, quickly grabbing out a pot holder from within the drawer next to the stove. In your moments of fluster, you had completely forgotten all about the hot water you began boiling for hot chocolate.

Ayato turned around and opened the cabinets behind him, pulling out two mugs and handing them to you. A fond smile made its way to your face once you realized they were your favorite ones. They were a gift from him the previous year, two matching mugs, one belonged to him and the other belonged to you. Of course he had picked those for tonight, you thought, so sentimental sometimes.

As soon as Ayato received his cup back, he grimaced as the hot liquid made contact with his mouth. “This is far too hot,” he complained. You only rolled your eyes and continued taking small sips out of yours. Ayato set his down and leaned against the counter as though he were thinking of something. Once his eyes glanced to the windows outside to the clock on the wall that read 8:10 PM, it was as though he finally remembered.

Your best friend’s eyes lit up and he pushed himself off the counter. “I almost forgot,” he announced as he walked off down the hall and to his bedroom. A few moments later, he called out again, “I got you a gift!”

Your eyes seemed to widen at his words, suddenly remembering that you, too, had also gotten him a gift. Setting your hot chocolate down next to his, you reached into one of the cupboards just outside the kitchen. It was your favorite hiding place for gifts, somewhere Ayato never seemed to check.

Walking over to the hall, you waited against the wall. A few moments later, Ayato had finally returned with two neatly wrapped boxes in his hand. Stopping next to you, he spoke, “So should we kiss right now or later?”

As if your heart hadn’t beat fast enough earlier, it was now furiously trying to escape you. You gawked at him as you tried desperately to say anything to him, but it was as though you no longer had any words left to say.

Ayato loudly cackled and pointed to the small piece of mistletoe above the two of you, “What? Didn’t you place the mistletoe here so you had an excuse to kiss me?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you furiously began defending yourself, “What? No! I didn’t— I mean, I…Ugh! I didn’t put here on purpose, I swear!”

“It’s okay to admit you wanted to kiss me, darling,” a devilish smile crossed his face as he stared down at you. In an instant, one hand balanced your present to Ayato as the other swiftly raised itself and playfully punched his chest.

“You know what? You can open your present tomorrow. I’m so sick of you,” you said, flustered at his flirtatious accusations. Seriously, what do you even say to that?

Pushing past him, you reentered the living area and bent down to set your presents to him under the tree. In your rush to escape your best friend and his antics, you had missed the way his eyebrows furrowed and smile seemed to turn into a frown in disappointment as you walked away from him. Opting not to say anything, Ayato followed silently behind you and bent down to place his presents under the tree as well.

Only a few seconds later, a faint musical tune rung out from the clock that hung against the wall near the kitchen signalling that it was 9:00 PM now. You sighed to yourself and thought for a moment before an idea popped into your head, “Do you want to watch a Christmas movie with me? I’m not really that tired.”

Ayato nodded and began grabbing some blankets and tossing them onto the couch. You hadn’t caught it, but a small sigh of relief fell from Ayato’s lips when you asked him about the movie. For a moment, he was worried he had upset you.

It was rather silly though. There had to be some chance that you returned his feelings…right? That’s what he thought anyway.

The movie you had chosen to put on was good, but man was it hard to focus on it with how cold it was. The fireplace below the TV was crackling with warmth, but it was no where near enough to satisfy the shivers in your hands or the trembling of Ayato’s lips. Even the blanket that was tightly wrapped around the two of you hadn’t been doing much.

Ayato glanced over at you, surprised to see you were just as cold as he was. In an instant, he was taking off his sweatshirt and holding it out to you. It was his favorite one. You were allowed to wear any one of his sweatshirts you wanted, but not this one. To see him offering it to you made you freeze in place, more than the cold did.

“No, I can’t take that,” you murmured, “it’s your favorite one. And besides, then you’ll be even more cold.”

Ayato laughed softly through his chattering teeth, “It’s fine, I’ll just go grab another one. Just- please…take this one.” You looked at it hesitantly for a moment, but he merely pushed it closer to you. As much as you didn’t want to take it, you knew if you didn’t, he’d probably just put it on you anyway. And so, you gently grabbed it and slid it over your head.

Before you knew it, Ayato had returned with another sweatshirt of his and a few more blankets from his room. There was a faint smile on his face at the sight of you wearing the sweatshirt, one you had barely noticed. Feeling much warmer, your focus returned to the movie, trying desperately to ignore the fact that Ayato was sitting much closer to you now. His arm was even wrapped around the back of the couch aligned with your shoulders.

But it hadn’t lasted long. Soon enough, his phone was ringing and he was standing up and heading into the hall. It’s Ayaka, he mouthed. You nodded and hoped that nothing was wrong. They talked for a few moments, but with the movie playing and Ayato now being further down the hall, you didn’t hear much from the conversation aside from a few words you couldn’t seem piece together coherently.

“Everything okay?” you asked when he came back.

“Yes, everything is fine. She just filled me in on some rearrangements for our plans and wished you and I a merry Christmas,” he spoke. You noticed the way he seemed less stressed now that everything was fixed. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little relieved yourself.

“You know?” Ayato began, ignoring the movie that was long since shoved to the background, “I think I’m happy there was a storm tonight.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I just mean, yes, I was upset at first. But, look what happened? Tonight was great and I’m really glad that I get to spend Christmas with you.”

Your mouth gaped open, “When did you get so sappy?”

Ayato laughed with you lightly giggling alongside him. But as your shared laughter died down, something shifted in his eyes, a more serious look if you had to describe it, “Have you seriously never noticed?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you cocked your head to the side. Leaning closer, you asked, “Huh? Noticed what?”

A small, but knowing smile graced Ayato’s face. Or perhaps it was a mischievous smile, you could never really tell with him. Maybe it was both. You watched as his eyes stared down at his hands. It had been a long time since you had witnessed Ayato express nervousness.

“That I’m in love with you,” he whispered softly. You almost didn’t catch it, but your heart felt like it stopped when you did. A shaky breath fell from your lips as your head tried to wrap itself around the fact that your roommate — no, your best friend of many, many years reciprocated your feelings with a warmth you never could have imagined. You couldn’t possibly think of what to say in return.

And so, you wordlessly moved your hand to gently grab onto his own, your fingers intertwined with one another. Your other hand moved hesitantly up to his face as you cupped his cheek. You inched closer to his face just as he had done to you in the kitchen just hours ago. Only this time, your lips actually touched.

Ayato smiled into the kiss before he pulled away, his eyes searching within yours. His vulnerability had only lasted for a few seconds before his mischievous and arrogant personality had returned with that smirk you loved so much etched back onto his face, “So, I’ll take that as you return my feelings then?”

You grinned at his words as you mocked his words from earlier, “Have you seriously never noticed?”

Ayato playfully smiled as he ignored your mockery and pulled you gently toward him while he leaned back, your hands still intertwined. Eventually, you were laying partially on him with the other half of your body on the couch and your head against his chest. His arms were wrapped warmly around you with the addition of several blankets covering the both of you. As much as he wanted to, Ayato couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

“I love you,” he whispered as his eyes drooped shut.

“I love you too.”

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hongism · 2 months

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a treat! 🕵️‍♀️

His tone leaves more to be desired, as though there’s another thought hanging at the end of his tongue waiting for its cue.

“And yet…?” you prompt, almost immediately regretting your curiosity. Minho leans forward at the waist and into your personal space.

“And yet I can piece together who it is you are consuming in those dreams of yours, hm?”

Though you smile, your eye is twitching.

“You fear the conclusions you come to on your own might be true, so you go to others seeking other answers but when they tell you that you’re correct, you become incensed.” Minho hums and folds his arms loosely over his chest. “Hardly a unique dichotomy. It is in our nature to become so defensive, after all.” The doctor moves one hand and flicks an invisible fleck of dust off the pad of his thumb. When he speaks again, it’s with a flourish of his wrist. “There is nothing to be ashamed of really. Desires are natural. Lust is powerful. A denouement is on the horizon. And frankly, it’s hardly your fault given how every piece has been moved with such care to bring you to such a mental state. You cannot be expected to have done anything else with the odds so stacked against you—”

Minho catches himself a beat too late, eyes flicking open and darting over to your face in an instant as his typically manicured expression slips into one of slight panic. He exhales a breathy laugh.

“Ah… I see now,” he mutters. You hold his gaze. “How easy it is for one to let their guard down…”

#caly chats #moc: spoilers

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ellavatorz · 1 year

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What’s Mine is Mine || c.b. x reader

prompt/request: There was a lot of "cheating prank on my S.O" fics in which y/n uses sam to Pretend to prank colby but none were y/n and Kat do it together and I was hoping you could write something like that

tags: fake!cheating, fem!reader, jealousy

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Colby knew of your interest in women. He hadn’t the slightest concern when it came to your relationship with him, even after you confessed to being bisexual. In fact, it enticed him. You two had something in common; admiring and appreciating women.

When the time came for the two of you to start dating, not once had the topic of your previous crush on Katrina struck a nerve with him. That was until one night when you drunkly admitted to the shared kisses you and Kat had a few times before you’d started dating Colby.

He wasn’t disturbed. Rather, he was shocked. He hadn’t known he’d been sharing interest in you since before the two of you started dating. If he’d known of Kat’s previous interest in you, he would’ve been a competitive shit. In the end, however, it came down to you two. He ended up with you, and he couldn’t be happier.

Fast forward to today; you’re filming a video that you would’ve never expected to be so highly requested.

“Well, today we’re getting back at my boyfriend, Colby, for pranking me first! And today, I’m joined with a very special guest,” you announce with a smile.

You gesture off camera, beckoning your good friend and once-crush into the spotlight. Katrina steps into frame with a blinding grin.

“It’s me!” She laughs. “Hi guys.”

“It’s kind of a surprise to some but in case you didn’t know, I’m bi and used to have a crush on my pal here. Now, however, we’re just amazing friends and I have the pleasure to call Colby my boyfriend.” You explain. “But.. today is a little different!”

Meeting eyes with Katrina, you share a unison wink before continuing to unravel your plan. “Today I plan to fool my lovely boyfriend into thinking I’m cheating on him with Ms. Katrina here.”

Once the two of you have properly introduced the structure behind the video, you both move to set up the cameras. There’s a brief pause in between setting up that Katrina uses to question herself.

“Don’t you think he’ll be pissed?” She asks, curious.

“Hm,” you hum. “I think he’ll be more jealous than anything.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

Having positioned the camera in a way that captures the two of you in bed and also the doorway to the bedroom, you begin your final clip with the viewers before the prank begins.

“Alright guys, Colby should be coming up here in a bit. He just got home and is supposedly bringing food for the both of us.. hopefully I don’t end up single by the end of this.”

As if on cue, you hear footsteps approaching the staircase and making their way up. Leaping into action, you curl yourself up against Kat’s side. She giggles one last time before moving to straddle your waist.

She hoists herself up on one arm, hovering over your frame as she leans down just in time for Colby to walk in and witness it.

It’s in that moment that you hear an impenetrable exhale followed by a curse. Flailing to the side, Katrina launches herself off of you and reaches for the duvet.

You stare at your boyfriend in what you attempt to show as bewilderment. His jaw is taut, lips pressed tight in a stern manner. If it weren’t for the video, you’d be on your knees in an instant.

His eyes darken and suddenly a wave of regret washes over you.

“What the actual fuck?” He rasps, voice chalked up into a broken whisper. He’s absolutely broken.

“Cole, I can explain—“ you begin. Only, he’s already made up his mind. Setting the bag of takeout onto his desk, he saunters over to the bed and rips the sheets off of the both of you.

With a muffled yelp, Katrina adds a flame into the mix by shielding herself with your form. Peeking over your shoulder, katrina can make out the deepened crease between Colby’s brows. He’s pissed.

“Get the fuck out of my bed, and the fuck out of our room.” He snaps, his gaze full of fury targeted at Katrina.

Slowly and sheepishly, Katrina moves off of the mattress and manages to escape without another word.

As for you, you’re fucking stunned. Once she’s gone, you ponder whether or not to come clean and end the video, or let it roll on.

With Colby’s next move, it seems like you’re going for the latter.

“So you’re fucking Kat in my fucking bed? What the fuck, Y/N.”

You still underneath his fiery gaze, opting to drop your gaze to the ground in surrender.

“I’m not fucking her. It was just a kiss.” You lie, a tear ripping through your chest as you up the ante.

“Just a kiss?” He laughs, breathy and empty. “Are you kidding me?”

“Cole,”

“Stop calling me that.” He hisses. He starts pacing in front of you, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Listen, I won’t let it happen again,” you start.

“Like fucking hell you won’t. Do you think I’d ever let her touch you again after today? She’s leaving tonight. I don’t give a shit where she goes but she’s not staying with us that’s for damn sure.” He growls. His mask begins to dissipate and his true self is exposed. Angrily, he strides over to the dresser, pulling out anything of his that fits you.

“Put this on.” He commands, tossing you a pair of his sweatpants and shirt. “Now.”

Hastily, you grab the clothes and move out of the camera’s view to change. You’re puzzled with his intention but fail to question it as he approaches you.

“Colby, what are you doing?” You murmur with uncertainty. You move into frame, sitting yourself at the edge of the bed. He follows.

“I love you. I really really love you.” His voice sends an impact through your heart, shattering everything within you as he reaches out to cup your face.

“Please don’t hurt me like this again, please.” He whimpers, finally allowing his walls to collapse. Falling to his knees, he cries against your chest, heavy and frail.

“Colby, oh my god. Baby, it’s a prank.” You hush his cries, pulling him close with one hand and you rush to shut off the camera with the other.

“What?” He manages to blubber out through sobs. “What are you saying?”

“It’s a prank. I’m not cheating on you, never have and never fucking will, my love. It’s just a joke. I swear!” You pout, holding him against you as Katrina saunters in bashfully.

“Colbs?” She calls. “I’m so sorry. It’s a prank!”

Standing shakily, Colby wipes his face and frowns. “Not funny. At all. I hate you both so much right now.”

“My baby,” you coo, moving to hug him once more and receiving a soft shove in return.

“Don’t ever do that to me again.” He groans with furrowed brows.

“Promise.” You say, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing his cheek. He reciprocated the gesture and turns to Katrina after.

“Sorry if I was a dick.” He apologizes, gaining a laugh out of the three of you.

“Fully understandable. No offense taken.” She laughs.

“She’s mine though, seriously.” He jokes. “Back off.”

“All yours.” Katrina smiles.

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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may i request an obi-wan fluff where reader gets ticklish over his ✨beard✨ when he hugged her

old man kenobi looks so softtt and honestly he just needs a hug and i just want to comfort this man and wrap him in a blanket 🫂

AN | Please hug this man and hold him and tell him you love him 🥰 Enjoy!

Pairing | Obi-Wan x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Light spice

Word Count | 1.9k

Masterlist | Main, Star Wars

Part 2, Part 3

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You heard the door creak open ever so quietly, despite his best efforts. He could be light and lithe on his feet, but he was still no match for the ancient, groaning door. You didn’t even need to turn around to know it was him; he always carried a particular scent that was uniquely him. It was warm and slightly sweet, almost as if he somehow belonged in this desert. You supposed that in some ways he did. If it hadn’t been for him, you were pretty sure you’d have left years ago, but something compelled you to stay there, with him and for him.

He favored your small home, loved the quaint coziness it provided, almost like a respite in the middle of the chaotic world. It was quiet here, in both a literal and metaphorical sense and after the life he’s led up until now, it was more than appreciated. But that didn’t stop him from returning out in the arid wasteland to keep an eye on the boy he swore to protect. You didn’t try to stop him. You could sense how much the young boy meant to him, and you’d gotten most of the story from him over the years, so you were well aware of just exactly who he was. So you loved him as you could, and supported him however he needed.

It wasn’t until you heard him sigh softly that you decided to acknowledge his presence, “hello Obi-Wan. I was wondering when you’d get here.”

“How did you-”

“It doesn’t take much to hear the sound of that door and you, my love, have a very distinct sigh about you,” you wiped your hands on the small rag before turning to him. There was a soft, albeit tired smile on his face, “hungry?”

“Starving,” he admitted and as if on cue, his stomach grumbled loudly. You made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him before he could argue. You knew he'd say he was dirty or sweaty and smelly, but you didn’t care. That’s what the ‘fresher was for after all. He relaxed into your touch and almost instantly it felt like he perked up, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you took his face in your hands, gently brushing a finger over his cheek before kissing him. It was just one soft, saccharine little thing, but he clung to it like a lifeline, “come on, let’s eat and then you can get cleaned up. There’s no need to rush, we’ve got time.”

Time. It still felt like a strange, foreign concept. He’d never had time before, never had the luxury of doing what his heart desired. Before it was always about duty and obligation, doing whatever he was told and never having the time for himself. Now, despite the tragedies he’d experienced, the life that was stripped away from him in an instant, he had time. All the time in the world. It was a welcome but terrifying concept.

He had the opportunity to explore the man he could have been had not been stripped from his family as a young boy, barely old enough to remember the touch of his mother or the sound of his father’s voice. That was not to say that his past was filled with regrets, of course there were some - many, but still. It made him into the person he was today. Now he could be a different version of him, the man he could have his entire life had things been more normal - had he been normal. But then again what did normal even mean?

“What’s wrong?” he detected the note of concern in your voice as soon as you set the stew you’d prepared in front of him. You gently brushed his hair out of his face before grabbing a bowl for yourself. You sat down across from him, trying to get a read on him, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But I do hope you realize by now that you can tell me anything.”

“Of course,” the corners of his mouth tugged into a small smile as he took a seemingly thoughtful bite, “I was just thinking…I like this. You. Being with you. It is a curious thing to think that if things hadn’t…hadn’t happened as they did that I might have never met you.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true,” you insisted, causing Obi-Wan to raise an eyebrow in curiosity, “I just mean…well, you believe in the force right? Not believe, I mean we know it exists. It creates connections with people, binds them together…everything is as it is meant to be. It’s easy to say that about good things, but obviously there is plenty bad too. But…I don't know. I feel like perhaps we still would have found each other in some way. I like to think I was meant to meet you, Obi-Wan Kenobi, in this lifetime and all the others.”

“Are you sure you aren’t-”

“Definitely,” you interrupted him before he could even finish his sentence, “it doesn’t take a Jedi or anything special to know that much. Or perhaps I am entirely too keen on you and like to convince myself that you are too.”

“You are not flattering yourself in the slightest,” there was a glint in his eyes as your face flushed with warmth. You looked away and focused your attention on your bowl, finding it to be incredibly interesting, “I am very keen on you too.”

“Well,” you sat back with a small smile playing on your face, “that settles that then. Now eat, I know you’re starving.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

It was late by the time you felt the other side of the bed dip under his weight. He smelled like your favorite soap and shampoo now, which just made you smile. There was something about seeing him so comfortable and content that made your heart almost burst with happiness.

“About time,” you whispered through a yawn as you rolled over to face him. He chuckled softly, a sound that practically made your whole body vibrate with happiness. Obi-Wan made himself comfortable, settling into the warmth of the plush blankets you loved so much before wrapping an arm around your waist, “you smell good.”

“I smell like you,” his hand found your face as he ghosted his fingers over your face, almost as if he needed to commit this moment to memory, “I like it too.”

“Hmm,” you made a content little sound as you leaned closer to kiss him. You might have been tired, but you were never too tired for him. You kissed him gently at first, making sure he was okay with it before getting too lost in him. His response was unequivocal as he tried to pull you closer to him. You accidentally knocked your forehead against his, causing you both to giggle quietly, “oops.”

“C’mere,” he pulled himself up so he was leaning against the headboard, and proceeded to shuffle you into his lap. You beamed at him before letting your hands settle on his chest as his found purchase on your waist, “you’re beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, internally flourishing at his comment, but trying to remain collected. He’d told you the same thing hundreds, if not thousands, of times at this point but still made you feel a certain type of way you couldn’t quite put into words, “are you going to kiss me or continue to stare at me?”

“Which would you prefer?” there was a teasing lilt to his voice and you couldn’t help but playfully groan at him, “alright, I see you have a preference.”

“If I had a say and it was possible, I would have you all over me all the time, my love,” you grinned sheepishly as a light flush rushed into his cheeks at your affection. He liked that about you - how openly caring and tender you were. He had been bereft of the touch of another for so much of his life that he never realized how desperately he yearned for now.

He craved your touch, the feel of your soft, pliable body against his, how delicate you were. It had moved to the point where he subconsciously reached out for you, let his hand brush against yours, holding it after lacing your fingers together, gentle touches as he moved around you, steady and firm grips as he made love to you or left you thoroughly fucked out. He liked - loved - you; and he would be remiss if he was ever devoid of your touch after getting to experience it. He was well aware that permanence was not always a guarantee in life, but he did know that you would always be a part of his.

“Cheeky,” he commented softly before leaning in to kiss you. This time it wasn’t as gentle or tender as it had been earlier. This time there was a need and hunger lingering underneath the way he kissed you. The feel of his lips on your skin left fire in their wake, causing you to lean into him, silently asking for more. You could feel his lips curl into a small smile as he nuzzled against your jaw, “tell me what you need, my sweet girl.”

“You,” it was a breathy whisper in his ear that caused him to almost groan against your skin, “please.”

“Whatever you desire, I shall give it to you,” oh. Oh. Those words made you feel a type of way that sent electric shivers through your body. He always knew what to say, to make you feel however you needed. He kissed along your jaw, slowly working his way down your neck, admiring and praising how soft and perfect you felt, which proceeded to leave you almost breathless. It wasn’t until he was at the hollow of your throat that you proceeded to break into a fit of giggles. He stopped, looking at you in amusement, “whatever is so funny?”

“It tickles,” you lightly scratched at the scruff along his jaw, “I like it. I didn’t say to stop, keep going.”

“Now you’re just being demanding,” his large, warm hands had wandered under your night shirt and were splayed on your hips, which just made you ache even more for him.

“Are you going to deny me?” you managed to get out in between soft sounds as he moved to pull off your top, “hmm, my love?”

“I would never,” he promised softly, “ I couldn’t be so cruel.”

“Good,” you whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek, “I love you, Obi-Wan.”

He paused for a moment before swallowing thickly, the emotion almost overwhelming him. Some days it still felt so strange to hear those words, even though he knew, with every fiber of his being that what you said was true. His grip on you tightened before he quietly whispered those words back to you. And he meant it. And you knew it. He was all you needed. Just like you had become a lifeline for him.

Just as it was meant to be.

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okok so i’ve never done one of these before, but as for your 300 follower celebration, i have a thot for you 👀🍑

having a flirtatious dynamic with matt murdock, both having a bit of a ✨thing✨ for the other.

what happens when he finds out you’ve never had an orgasm?

OKAY SO.

this turned into a whole-ass fic really quick (it’s almost 3.5k words I think???) so thank you for this???? I’m….I gotta go lay down.

green means go - matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: drinking, swearing, cursing, oral, matt likes to dirty talk and I have absolutely zero regrets

✨kay’s 300 follower celebration✨

“I’m not saying it’s something you should be embarrassed about,” Matt says, laughing, pool cue slid along his shoulders, wrists dangling over the wood. He’s drunk, and so are you, the bottle of tequila sitting on the bar almost empty, the tray Josie had served it on littered with sucked-clean lime wedges and piles of salt. “I’m just saying, it’s surprising.”

You’re leaning against your own cue, one ankle crossed over the other, swaying slightly. You knew Matt was good at pool, which is why you had denied him his request for the opposing side to take a shot for every ball sunk. Instead, you ordered the bottle from Josie, waved off his credit card, and pushed a shot into his open hand. And that was…three hours ago? Foggy and Karen had made an appearance at some point, you remember vaguely, and you know you had convinced Foggy to do two shots before Marci had called his cell and swept him away into the night.

“I’m not embarrassed,” you tell Matt matter-of-factly, “but I also really don’t want to have this conversation in public, while you’re too drunk to keep your voice down.” The last bit is said through your teeth, and you reach out to pinch his stomach, something in you jumping when all your fingers find beneath his dress shirt is solid muscle.

It was Marci, actually, who introduced you. You got a job as a secretary at Landman and Zack, the awkward newbie she was determined to take under her fashionable wing, and when her boyfriend had popped in to take her to lunch, she’d introduced you to the one and only Foggy Nelson, who happened to be dragging the infamous Matt Murdock behind him. Well, not dragging so much as leading, but you get the point.

One look at Matt’s handsome face, and you were done for.

You two had danced around each other since then; Foggy had invited you along for lunch and Matt had quietly offered his arm. Marci had given you a mischievous smirk and you spent all of lunch chatting with Matt Murdock, your heads bent together on your side of the booth, flirtatious smiles and whispered compliments passed back and forth. The next time Marci invited you along for lunch, before you could even reply, she said, “And yes, Matt will be there. His stipulation for coming was that I bring you along.”

It was an instant connection, something you couldn’t help but lean in to, but something always seemed to stop both of you, a hesitation or a pause or a break in the silence. Lunches with Marci and Foggy had evolved into coffee on the weekends, helping him grocery shop, or spending afternoons at the laundromat together. You were enamoured by him, by the quiet mystery behind the man in the red spectacles.

And then you’d made the mistake of opening your big stupid mouth.

This isn’t the first time the subject has come up. The first time had been a night in at Marci and Foggy’s apartment, one too many bottles of wine spread amongst the four of you, and Foggy had started shouting never have I ever! at the top of his lungs until you all relented.

“Never have I ever came so hard I saw God,” was Foggy’s fourth question, followed by a quick, “Sorry, Matt.”

Marci had dissolved into giggles, Foggy had snorted so hard wine came out of his nose, and Matt just shook his head with a laugh, the three of them lowering one finger and taking a drink. And you, sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, staring into your glass.

Matt was the first one to notice your sudden quietness, head tilting to the side slowly. You still weren’t sure how he did it, but chalked up his abnormally heightened hearing to his lack of vision. “Really?” he asked, brow raising slowly. “No one’s ever made you that excited?”

You’d let out a nervous giggle, taking a sip of your drink regardless of the game’s rules. “I guess not,” you shrugged, setting your glass on the coffee table, toying with the rim. “I don’t think I’ve ever…you know. Not with someone else, anyway.”

“Oh, honey, you would know,” Marci said, brows raising, nodding into her own drink. “Believe me, you would know.”

Matt’s unseeing eyes had been stuck to your face, lips gently parted, and you felt your face heat under his phantom gaze. How did he do that? “You’ve never…?”

“Let’s change the subject, shall we?” you interjected before he could get another word out. “Never have I ever…”

You managed to steer the conversation away from your lack of…experience after that, but Matt’s eyes never seemed to leave your face, not for the rest of your night.

And that had been months ago. You’d continued your strange little dance around each other, spending time together both alone and with Marci and Foggy. He was complimentary and flirtatious as ever, always appearing at the office with that stupidly handsome grin of his and coffee in hand, usually accompanied by your favourite danishes from that little place on the corner you’d introduced him to.

He hadn’t mentioned it again, since that night, hadn’t so much as tiptoed near the subject.

Until you got half a bottle of tequila in his system, apparently. Now, all bets are off.

“I’m not drunk,” he counters, swinging the cue back into his hands and pointing the end at you. “I’m just saying, you shouldn’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” you repeat, rolling your eyes and reaching for the bottle. “The men I’ve slept with should be, however.”

He sputters out a laugh, head tilting back as he does, exposing that pale expanse of skin. You’ve got half a mind to lick a stripe up his throat, douse it in salt and chase down your tequila with an equally intoxicating mix of salt and Murdock. The boldness is definitely the tequila talking, but the notion behind it? Yeah, that’s his fault. His fault for being so fucking pretty.

“What did you just say?” he asks, and you balk.

Shit. Was that out loud?

“I didn’t say anything,” you say quickly, shaking your head. You toss back the shot you’ve poured, slam the glass onto the bar top and snag a lime, completely forgetting the salt, wincing hard as the alcohol swims down your throat. Before Matt can get another word in, you lean over the pool table, line up your shot, and let it rip. The white ball goes wide, just skidding against the side of your solid purple ball, and — of course — rolling to a stop in the perfect position for Matt to knock his last ball, the eight, into whichever pocket he so chooses.

“Sure,” is all he says, eyes twinkling behind his glasses.

“And this is why I never play pool with you,” you grumble, leaning on your cue. You watch him make a slow circle around the table, choosing his shot carefully, like it’s hard. No matter where he goes, he’ll sink it, you know that for certain.

Still grinning, he comes to a stop beside you, one hand reaching out and covering yours where it’s wrapped around your cue, letting his lean against the wall behind you. “Why don’t we make it interesting?”

“Interesting?” you repeat, brow raising. “I’m not betting you money, Murdock. That shot is perfect, no matter how you slice it.”

“Not money,” he says, his voice low and raspy. It must be the tequila, right? It has to be the tequila. “Something…better.”

Brow still raised, you reply, “I’m listening.”

He leans in slowly, fingers sliding down to cover your knuckles, tips just touching your wrist. “Top left corner pocket, and I take you home and make you see God.”

Your jaw drops in slow motion, and before you can get a word out, he leans forward, capturing your mouth in a tequila-drenched kiss that is so much more than you’ve been dreaming about since you laid eyes on him. His chin is scruffy against yours, scraping your skin as he chases your mouth, his tongue tasting of lime and salt and something so distinctly him you want to bottle it. Your hands stack each other on the pool cue, fingers sliding over and under, knuckles tangled around the wood.

He pulls back after a moment, leaving you breathless, taking the cue from your hands and leaning over the table.

He turns his face back to you as he makes the shot. The white ball smacks the eight hard, sending it spinning. Sure, he could have made the shot wherever, sunk any pocket, but the top left corner is definitely the most impressive.

The ball has barely made it over the edge of the pocket before Matt’s throwing the cue down onto the table, reaching for your hand, and dragging you out of Josie’s. It’s pouring outside, summer rain cascading off the awning and onto the sidewalk. The smell invades your senses, and you inhale deeply, still acutely aware of Matt’s hand wrapped in yours. You stare up the street, trying to pick out a yellow cab amongst the traffic, but Matt tugs on your arm and reaches out, knuckles grazing your cheek, stepping close to you.

“I have to know, sweetheart,” he whispers, head cocking to the side, leaning in to drag his nose along your cheek. You lean into the touch, one hand reaching out to grab his hip. “Do you want me as much as I’ve been wanting you? We’ve had a lot to drink, and I don’t want to take advantage.”

The words are spoken against your mouth, and you sigh into his lips, breathing out your answer. “Yes, Matt. I do. I want you, too.” You shake your head slightly. “You’re not…you’re not taking advantage.”

“Good,” he murmurs, lips quirking into a smile, teeth shining in the streetlights. He drags his mouth over yours in the ghost of a kiss, lifting his chin so he can peck your forehead. “That’s good.”

He keeps himself close to you as you lean out from under the awning, searching for a cab but coming up empty. “I don’t mind the walk,” you tell him, eyes slipping shut when he leans down to press his lips to your bare shoulder, “if you don’t.”

He grins against your skin. “Lead the way.”

The moment you’re through the door of his apartment, he’s kissing you again. The door has barely swung shut, Matt’s cane discarded in the corner, keys barely making it onto the hook, and he’s on you. Crowding you against the wall, hands braced either side of your head. This is different than the sweet kiss you shared in the bar; this is a hot drag of tongue and teeth and your hands fumbling for the buttons on his shirt, desperate to feel the warm skin beneath. You get his shirt open, hands flying to his belt buckle, and that’s where he stops you, fingers wrapping around your wrists.

“Wait, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth along your jaw. “This is about you, remember? I just wanna make you feel good.”

Your mouth drops open, words escaping your brain as his lips move lower, sucking at your pulse and nipping at your throat. Matt’s hands move from the wall to your shoulders, massaging your tense muscles before moving down your biceps and forearms, moving to grip your hips. His mouth skims to your collar, dragging down towards your sternum.

Then suddenly, you’re nervous. “Matt,” you rasp, one hand gripping his shoulder, squeezing once. He hums against your skin. “Matt, what if I…” When your words trail off, he lifts his head. “What if I…can’t?”

The corner of his mouth quirks, a genuine smile touching his lips. “It’s…it’s not always about the destination, you know? Sometimes the journey you take to get there is what makes it worthwhile.”

“That’s poetic,” you laugh, breath hitching when he leans back in, lips pressing to your cheek.

“I just want you to relax, okay?” he whispers, moving his mouth back to nip at your ear, closing his teeth around your lobe. “There’s no pressure here, not for you. Tell me what you like, how you like to be touched, what makes you feel good. If there’s something you don’t like, just say the word. This is about you.”

His words drag a moan out of you, but then almost every part of him touching every part of you is gone, one hand moving to grip yours, pulling you down the hallway. You’ve been in his apartment a few times before, having helped with grocery trips and laundry days, but you’ve never set foot in his bedroom. Not before tonight.

It’s simple, like the rest of his place, and the sheets are heaven as you’re laid out on them, his pillow soft beneath your head when he lays you back. There’s the soft shifting of clothing, your skirt pulled down your hips and dropped to the floor, Matt’s slacks joining them. You pull your own shirt over your head, tossing it to the side, and Matt leans over you, kissing your mouth lightly.

His lips move quickly to the middle of your chest, dragging down, lips catching on your skin, and he’s got himself propped up on one hand, the other skimming your side slowly, teasingly. “I’m gonna try something,” he whispers, lifting his head slightly. You just watch, frozen in place beneath him. “Green means go,” his mouth quirks, “red means stop. Got it?”

You nod vigorously before breathing out: “Yes.”

“Good.”

It’s not that you’re inexperienced. There have been other men, other dalliances in your life. But it had never…felt right. Something had never quite fit, the spark never quite bright enough, puzzle pieces never quite falling into place.

But with Matt? It’s like you’re on fire. Every nerve turns white-hot and singing with the simplest of touches. He pulls your knees wide, makes a home between them, lifting one leg over his shoulder. He starts at the curve of your thigh, a light nip at the hinge of your knee before his mouth moves up, up, up, tongue dragging ever so slowly. It makes your hips lift in response, the teasing ghost of his breath over your covered core making some feral animal deep inside of you suddenly awaken, stretching like a cat after a long nap, purring in response to his touches.

He works down your other thigh, brow raising as he lifts your leg to his other shoulder. “Colour?”

“Green,” you almost whisper, chest heaving as he lets his palms skim the outside of both legs, reaching to squeeze your hips before moving back towards your knees. He flattens himself against the bed, moving closer to you, one hand curled around your thigh and the other moving across your stomach slowly.

When he lowers his head, jaw hinging until his lips cover you, just the simple press of his mouth has you gasping, reaching for his head, plunging both hands into his hair. You curse loudly and you can feel him grin against you, the sensation only tripling when his tongue pushes slowly between his lips, saliva only making the fabric of your underwear more wet, the pressure making your spine arch off his silk sheets.

Matt’s fingers drag across the elastic spanning your hips, tracing over the stretch before dipping slowly underneath. Then they’re gone, moving to the band rounding your thigh, hooking two fingers in and dragging them across, exposing you to him completely, the warmth of his breath feeling somehow chilled, goosebumps rising on your skin as his head lifts slightly, those chocolate-honey eyes blinking in your direction.

“Colour?”

“G-green,” you stutter, mouth staying dropped open when he grins, lowering his head and flattening his tongue against you. It’s not a new sensation, per se, but you should have known just by looking at him that Matt Murdock would have a talented tongue.

You really should have known.

He squeezes your thigh as he devours you, tip of his tongue circling your clit, swiping between your folds, collecting the wetness he’s wringing out of you. Your heels slide against the sheets, tugging at his hair. He doesn’t let up, and you don’t want him to, tossing your head back when he licks you from core to clit, closing his lips around where you’re most sensitive and sucking hard.

It’s that, coupled with the way he groans into you, that’s what does it.

It’s a different kind of pleasure, a different kind of delicious feeling that flares through your limbs, pooling in your stomach and working its way outward. Everything feels tingly and singing, on fire and doused with ice all at once. You can’t even explain it properly, incoherent as you are, and it seems silly, but all you can think of is what Marci said that night: believe me, you would know.

And you do. That’s the best part. And Matt does, too. You can tell by the way he keeps groaning into you, moving with you as you arch off his bed, hands caressing lightly before squeezing.

He keeps licking you through it as you crest, muscles going lax beneath him, hands still tangled in his hair. You groan out his name, nails dragging along his scalp, and he lifts his head reluctantly, mouth dropped open, mouth and jaw glistening with the evidence of how good he made you feel.

“What is it?” he rasps. “Tell me. What do you need, sweetheart?”

You blink slowly, head rolling languidly on his pillow. “More.”

He gives you a feral grin, leaning up on his elbow before shuffling up the bed, situating himself beside you. His fingers curl in the hip of your underwear, pulling them down as much as he can before you’re helping, lifting your still-tingling legs and untangling the fabric from your ankles.

His palm goes wide on the top of your thigh, moving quickly between them until it’s pressed to your centre, two fingers dragging through your slit. He slides his other arm beneath your shoulders as he does it, gathering you close to him, mouth seeking yours as the pads of his fingers press against you. “Did you like that, baby?” he whispers, a soft chuckle falling out of him when you nod against his lips. “I know how to make you feel good, don’t I?”

He bends his knuckles slightly, dipping ever so slightly into you core before he stops.

“Colour.”

“Green.”

Your gasp is almost soundless when his fingers slide all the way in, plunging into the deepest parts of you, seeking out nerves you’re sure didn’t exist until now, until he’s stroked them to life. He twists his wrist, thrusting his fingers in and out, the wet slide echoing through the room, making your cheeks heat.

It’s different than the first one, when it hits, this one coming harder and faster, drawing a shout out of you that has you reaching for Matt, nails scrabbling at his arms and chest. His lips find your forehead, holding you close, coaxing you through it, quiet whispers reaching your ears.

That’s my beautiful girl.

God, I want you so bad.

So pretty when you cum for me.

One turns into two, his fingers never ceasing their drag, pushing up against something absolutely devastating inside you, something you’ve never felt before.

That’s what you needed, huh? Somebody to take care of, someone to figure you out.

I got you, baby. I got you.

There’s a pause, a moment, the slowest pull as he removes his fingers. A moment for you to catch your breath while he licks his finger clean, sucking the taste of you from his knuckles and moaning at it. There’s a beat before you’re reaching for his hip, pushing his boxers down over his ass. He hisses when your hand closes around his cock, pushing him backward until he’s the one laid out on the bed and you’re swinging a leg over his hips.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he breaths, hands resting easily on your thighs.

You nod. “Green means go.”

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