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Lost & Found | knj x reader

➤ Summary - eight years beside him were nothing but a roller coaster ride. Being a single mother wasn't easy, but your best friend, Kim Namjoon made your way smooth. You never knew you felt something for him until you read his diary, which you weren't supposed to read ever. What will you do, if not only you but Hyeon, your baby, and your best friend Namjoon, wants the same, what you desired for so long?

➤ Pairing - Namjoon x reader

➤ Genre - fluff, smut, angst

➤ Warnings - 18+ unprotected sex, grinding, lovemaking, explicit sex, confessions, hickeys +more.

➤ Word count - 9.6k+

"When are you getting spliced?" you questioned him while wiping off Hyeon's face daubed with the ice cream all over his mouth.

"y/n why do you ask the exact question every dinner night!! besides I'm better off alone." He pointed at you with the chopsticks in his hand.

"What? I have a license to interrogate, a license called best friends since uh--", you count on your fingertips and Hyeon laughs at you catching a glimpse of you amounting to something on your fingertips, "since seven years, yaah!! after all, you're diving into the 28th year of your life, Mr. Kim!!" You chuckle a pure sham chuckle.

"Hyeon, tell your mom, to concentrate on her food." He instructs Hyeon, who's heartily licking his fingers overlaid with ice cream yet his almond-shaped hazel eyes, are shaded with a craving for more ice cream, and mischievous eyes spot chocolate ice cream on the table.

"Hyeon is bored with mom and you", you both crack up.

You look back at the man sitting opposite you, "No, but seriously, when are you jumping on to propose Ji-a, enough of coffee dates now! I want you to start a family", you didn't ask, you implored, however, honestly you don't understand why.

"Coffee dates?? Are you-- insane? Coffee dates?? I never really got into such dates with her, if you ask me!! Who the hell told you so?" He blurted but instantly looked at Hyeon as if the kid heard his shoot voice and shut his eyes, "I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean to shout out loud at you. Just to be transparent with you I'm currently not seeing anyone nor will see anyone in the future. And if you got your answer then let's leave, I'll drop you two."

You honestly don't get, why he gets so pissed off with your question.

"No, Hyeon needs more ice creams"

"Baby, no--"

"Which flavor my angel wants?" He questioned Hyeon, with fondness in his eyes.

"Chocolate one"

Barely a minute ago he was ready to drop you two home but isn't it obvious, that his love for Hyeon is out of the world?

"Why do you get so painfully angry about your marriage"

"Cause I don't want to!!!"

"Mom--"

"She's a nice--"

"Mom mom--"

"Yes baby", you wiped his face again.

"Mom I want you to get married to my friend" he announced, eyes on his ice cream.

You chuckled, looking at the man sitting opposite of you, "friend?"

"Yaa mom, Namjoon, he's good mom, then I'll tell everyone that my friend is my dad too." He giggles, and you both can only ignore him.

This question caught you off-guard. It startled you but it wasn't unfamiliar. You have been subjected to this question by none other than you, yourself. It didn't amaze you that much but what shook you was - the man himself in front of you.

It's been five days to be precise, since the last dinner on Saturday night you haven't heard from him. It's the sixth day, Friday morning, you couldn't sleep the entire night, questions eating your inner soul because Namjoon your best friend for 8 years, phones you every morning before you drop Hyeon to school and whether you said no to him for conceivably thousands of time, that you'll drop your kid to school, he still expects perhaps one day you'll let him, but latterly he ain't called you once. And you vow to yourself if today too he won't, you'll despite everything.

Kim Namjoon, where will you inaugurate him? There's only a beginning point, and you could purely start word-for-word about him but no final page for his efforts, love, respect, and support for you, it's something you have been subjected to a lot of instances where his efforts, love, care, and support for you only increased tripartite. There's only an open door in your heart for him but closed when he carved his room in there, and now he's been living there for 8 years.

How you two met was indeed one of the two, best parts, of that university.

You two met at New York University 8 years ago to be exact, both from the same place Ilsan in Goyang, Seoul, South Korea, albeit never met each other, registered for the same program in uni, attended the same classes, but never spoke to each other. It was one day when you dashed to the class and took a seat beside him, horrified by the professor that if he didn't let you in like the other day he did with one of your class fellows, but the sigh of solace left your lips when you saw your professor was late for the first time in 3 months, hah!

You're somebody who never initiates a conversation with someone whether known or unknown, and you would have never known him if he wouldn't offer you his bottle of water, "Drink it, the professor would be late fifteen minutes", you were zoned out until you heeded his deep baritone voice which startled you. You blinked owlishly when you saw his hand stretched out the bottle in front of you.

"Thank you", barely two words you managed to choke out, after taking two sips, you handed the bottle back to him. Still today you laugh at your naivety, how you treated him the first day you two met, though you two used to gawk at each other, yet never persuaded to exchange a word or two. But you remember how your inner self lauded the Lord, for arriving late to the class. If In case you were on time that day maybe... You'd have perched on your regular seat, and again you two would have been eyeing each other from east to the west of your class, and never would have been friends. That was day one of your friendship.

"Uh-- sorry but would you mind walking with me to the library, umm after this class," taking a view of the watch on his wrist as he puffs out a breath, "uh, Just for the group project, if you already are in some group then there's no rub. I'm still looking for a group--"

"Oh, no issue, I can connect y'know", why are you feeling so diffident in front of him, looking everywhere but him, tracing circles on your palm midst talking to him, "I-- uh I too am not in any bunch, so let's do this then?" You harrumph, rubbing your sweaty palms on your thighs.

And you smack your head and snappily shut your eyes at the remembrance, of how shy you were beside him, but not now, now you two are akin to birds of a feather flock together.

"Great, then," he said with a dimpled smile.

His dimpled smile from ear to ear and the dips on his cheeks, and the crinkles near his crescent eyes looked so adorable on him. Not to mention his eyes are like a crescent moon, you could even draw his picture with closed eyes. The picture of his face is engraved in the back of your head.

Those days with Namjoon were flooded with solace, giggles, and serenity until one glossy day turned grey when you met Hyeon's father - Jace, at that university the first and last awful and guiltiest memory at uni.

But why are you even calling him your child's father, ever he said was, one thing for your kid, that he's not his. No, not again this pang in your chest.

You met Jace in the second year of your university. Not to mention the initial months of your relationship with him were all glitter and gold. You both enjoyed your university life like a grad student usually does. Being at frat parties was a new norm for a girl from a small town. Being at pubs, getting some Dutch courage, getting totally jaked at those darty parties, and not least of all out for the count.

Honestly, you're not confident about all those darty party nights with Jace, the negative behaviour of yours, a post-break syndrome after being utterly drunk as you fail to remember the night's episodes. But where you still hung up on is Namjoon never attended such parties, maybe because Jace was with you and protected you? Perhaps he never preferred Jace because of his d2 group in Namjoon's words - douchebag drunkard group, who either would be bathing in alcohol or would be soliciting some women in pubs or frat parties.

So your only best friend wanted to stay off from you and your nerd ex like rigidly stayed away by a country mile.

It's been 5 years since Hyeon's birth which adds, that you never met your ex ever again, what you went through after Jace became acquainted with the fact that you were pregnant, still haunts you. Not that you never wanted Hyeon, but after your ex was subjected to the reality that you were pregnant, he cut all the cords with you. Jace left you, made up the false assumptions in his mind, about you're not pregnant because of him, no, no you recall back to his words by heart - "This ain't my kid, it's your best friend's or whoever you're sleeping with, WHORE!!" The ache earned by the slap of his words is still in your heart, he chuckled, dark eyes wandering over your body, and left. Making all the promises void leaving your heart barren. But you wished for once his words were true, about Namjoon as your child's father.

You look at Hyeon sleeping soundly beside you, he so looks akin to his father by his looks but his heart is purely like Namjoon. He looks so glorious just like sunshine whirled your miserable life into a garden full of lifelike and scented blooms. Jace only gave you awful memories - nightmares, but your baby is the best gift, and besides the tragic past with Jace, everything fades away with Hyeon and Namjoon by your side.

You are grateful to your best friend that he never gave up on you and stayed with you in the rain and shine, life is not always about sunshine and glitters but with him, it really was and still is!!

Whether Namjoon isn't your child's father, he never lets you feel like you would ever need Jace. Driving you to the hospital, discussing your health with her, eyeing your every med, not letting you attend the classes, even writing notes for you. Who so ever will marry him, gonna be a lucky girl, he's the ideal man. You never felt you were a single parent of your child, never. Maybe a father too won't do what he did for you and Hyeon. Honestly even Hyeon never asked about his father, maybe Namjoon's presence was only equal to his father.

Your child's question - on last Saturday's dinner with him, is the clue.

Perhaps, a father figure is important whether you play the mother and father's part in your child's life, there still would be room left.

You do want to confess your feelings to Namjoon. However, at the same time, you do not want to waste his life because of you and your kid.

And even if you envision this, you do get scared what if he said no, or that the room in his heart is already engaged? but it haunts you in case he doesn't reciprocate what you feel for him. That is the reason why you asked about Ji-a that dinner night. What frightens you the most is not being rejected but him distancing himself from you after your confession... That's still okay but you can't see your kid and your best friend staying away because that would be a fate thousand times worse than death.

Your overthinking took the best of you, it's currently 6 am you didn't shut your eyes for a moment. The alarm buzz makes Hyeon a little startle, so you quickly shut it. His tiny arms tighten their grip on your arm. You silently giggle at your baby's movement, as you kiss him on the forehead, ruffling his hair ever so lightly.

He shortly unfolds his eyes, "mom," he softly murmurs.

"Yes, my angel."

"Mom, Joonie will come" he manages to let those words out blinking his eyes to dust away the sleep and watch his mom's face.

"What? Baby sleep for a few more minutes,"

"No, I have to get ready for my school mom, Joonie is coming to pick me up for school," he smiles midst rubbing his eyes from the back of his hand to wipe away the slightest sleep left in his eyes.

"Oh, baby", you hug him tightly leaving kisses all over his face, "but he didn't phone me, baby"

"Mom, Hyeon called him," he points at you, "your phone," he chuckles at your baffled face, "hyeon told him if he will not come to pick me up for school," his eyes are on your night tee button which glitters under the dim light as he toys it, "then Hyeon will find a new best friend."

You chuckle and place a kiss on his forehead, at least your kid isn't like you, save for eating doughnuts and whatever sweet hooks his eyes, let alone unable to keep things in his heart, and you're delighted with him today.

"Then get ready for school."

Hyeon is quick at getting things done, maybe it's Namjoon's influence, sticking around him, eating occasionally sleeping, and repeating, under his friendship, is why he's fitting in the same frame as Namjoon.

It's nearly 8 am you assume, and Hyeon's school time is 9. Hyeon is chomping on grapes, as your eyes are fixated at the entrance of your wee apartment which you could only afford to live in with your baby let alone you have been staying here since you flooded back to Seoul.

You left your main door unlocked for Namjoon, waiting for him, as you're barely focusing on anything else.

There's a knock at the door initially, and your eyes spring instantly from your phone to the direction of the knock followed by a creaking sound of the wooden door being opened.

"Joonieee," Hyeon squeals as he jumps off his skyscraper chair, his voice muffles because of the grape in his mouth.

Namjoon sinks to the floor, and outstretches his arms to hug the kid scurrying toward him, and hugs him tightly placing kisses all over his face and you gush at the scene in front of you, of the two main characters of your life. Their giggles, flood your mini apartment with light and serenity that soothes your heart.

"Piggyback me now," Hyeon whines.

Namjoon giving Hyeon a piggyback... It's a norm between them. When so ever Namjoon visits, he parades straight to Hyeon's room and gives him a piggyback ride to the living room.

Is there anything Namjoon denied Hyeon? No. Hyeon really does know how to bring his friend to his heels.

Will he, right now? Conceivably no!!

Because before you even think of an answer, he gives Hyeon a piggyback ride to the couch.

You glance at him, but he only avoids your gaze. You swore you won't ever poke tease at him about Ji-a or another girl. It was a colossal blunder that evening and the least he could do is flash a smile!?... this is something you didn't save at least he could return a smile to you!! Annoyance bubbles inside you, as you narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms under your soft bosoms, rise.

Fine, he's being tough... Then I'm the toughest.

You parade toward your kitchen to prepare some tea for him and ramen for your baby. This Namjoon is not your best friend anymore, he's Hyeon's best friend now. The way his face glows merely talking to your kid tells a lot. At least for Hyeon's sake, he's here after five days. But why are you jealous? He's only talking to your kid but why is he so low?

They are relaxing on the couch, Hyeon sitting close to Joon.

"Hey Joonie", his soft baby-like voice sounds so dull in the morning.

"Yes, my little angel", remote in his hand and eyes on the TV, surfing Hyeon's favourite movie minions... And probably it's the 50th time today for him watching minions with the kid.

"I do not want to watch a movie", he crosses his arms and knits his brow in unison.

"Why?" Namjoon frowns as his finger halts on the remote button he places it aside because it's so unwonted apathy on Hyeon's face.

Hyeon looks in your direction before speaking, "Promise you won't tell mom!" He impetrates, His eyes zoned out, on the floor, perhaps mind on whatever he's been thinking.

Not wanting to waste a second, Namjoon blurts, "I promise." He leans closer to him, picks him up, and straddles him on his lap. "Tell me"

"My friend Ji-woo, said Geon is her best friend and I'm not." He pouts as he hugs Namjoon burying his face, against his chest.

Namjoon chuckles placing a kiss on his hair he pats Hyeon's back, "this was the serious thing you wanted to tell."

"Yes, she's my very good friend Namjoon," he stretches himself out to catch a glimpse of Namjoon, as he continues, "it's complicated."

He chuckles again, age just five but thinks like a fifty. But at some point, Namjoon too felt the same.

Does he still feel the same after these years?

Does he still love your sapphire eyes, which he fell in love with?

Hyeon's eyes are Sapphire too, and radiant like you.

Does he still want to spend the rest of his life with you even after you are a mother of a child?

Does he need to remind himself why is he still single?

Or is he waiting for someone who perhaps never loved him or will never love him??

"What are you boys chattering ... I too want to know", you asked aloud from the kitchen and startled him the messed-up questions which were already jumbled up are now whirled up like a Bermuda triangle... consuming him.

"Nothing mom, we can't disclose. It's our secret, right Namjoon", Hyeon questions, placing his tiny hand on Namjoon's cheek whilst poking his index on his deep dimples, as Namjoon titters at Hyeon's baby-like voice.

"it's hollow," he scowls, poking both indexes on either of his dimples, "Joonie, your cheeks"

"Heyyyy, told you to call him uncle", you yell at your kid.

And they snubbed you, again babbling about something which now looks suspicious to you, yet you are here in the kitchen preparing tea for Namjoon and ramen for boys.

Whilst yelling at your kid, you burnt your index, as you shriek yanking back your hand, and on spur of the moment, you suck your index - a reflexive response.

He looks at you, standing in the kitchen, face scarlet and a finger in your mouth. With due consideration, he gently places Hyeon on the couch and dashes hotfoot towards you. Taking your hand under his custody, he - on autopilot - sucks your index which was in your mouth a moment ago. His eyes looking darkly, deeply, into your eyes with something unfathomable which you don't understand but gives you wintery shivers down to your spine.

"Ar-- are you mad at me?" You stutter, at the nearness between you two, your heart is pounding at the speed of light years. Oh, my god. You in a jiffy, look at Hyeon, and he's eyeing you two with a scowl on his baffled face, surely he is out of depth. You hastily take a step back.

"PUSHED TO VIOLENCE MAD" he declares, dark eyes still not leaving you, peeping oh-so-wildly into your soul.

"But why", you murmur, managing to choke out, your eyes flutter.

"Where was your damn mind y/n?" He hisses with his gritted teeth, your eyes wandering across his honey tone skin glowing in sunlight that seeps through the window and meets his soft petal-like skin as your hands are hungrily desiring to nuzzle him, craving to feel him.

"Jooniee," Hyeon calls, annoyance dripping from his voice, "what are you two doing there" he quizzes you two, and in a flash look at Joon and a mysterious grin on the corner of his mouth.

"Coming", he let out, looking at you with his sexy grin.

Does he smile like this or it's just you, noticing it right now? He looks handsome today, Is he really single? or not? because of how such a beautiful-young-rich man like him is? how has no one ever proposed to him or approached him? maybe someone must have, surely proposed to him and this idiot would have rejected her like he always had. Namjoon with someone else, this picture in the back of your dense head, who's not you is undeniably painful, your heart is burning with just a mere image of him with someone else! What will happen if that image will pop out someday out of nowhere, what if one day you'll meet the love of his life, who, beyond a shadow of a doubt, is not YOU.

He claps in front of your eyes, "hey, I'm talking to you, where is your mind y/n", as your eyes flutter and instantly you focus on his being.

"Oh, Joon, I'm sorry.... yea maybe I'd take an off from work, today."

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yea, yea, I'm fine," you nod. "Just drop him today, if that's okay."

"This is what I came for. don't worry." he pauses, "I'm leaving to drop Hyeon to school, okay?" He traces your cheeks with his thumb and nods. "Are you sure, you're fine?"

"Yes 100%." you nod.

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, a glow of warmth at the junction of your skin, under his touch. he nods, as he parades back to the couch.

"Come on Hyeon, will talk on our way. It's getting late"

"But Joonie your tea and, Hyeon's ramen," you stroll out of the kitchen and hand Hyeon his bento box.

"I'll be back y/n, don't worry about the kid we'll get something on our way!!!" He stretches out his hand towards Hyeon, as he holds his and the boys parade out of the apartment.

You plop down on the couch, and you hear a whisper from your right - what the hell was that y/n, oh my god. What Hyeon will think of you two, no no no.

Then the voice from your left utters - so what Hyeon too want him as someone more than a friend, maybe father.

Yea fair enough.

The voice from your right - do you too want him as Hyeon's father.

Then the voice from your left - Nah, not only as Hyeon's father!

Oh god, shut up!!!

"Joon left his bag here, probably because he's coming back." You, in a tick, remember about the novel you gave him last week, as he said he'll return in 2 days, and as said you two are meeting after a long five days, so you assume he presumably has read it. You lean closer to the bag and pick it up. You open it, searching for your book.

But you find something - more - interesting, which you thought you won't ever find it. It's the same eight years old diary which he used to hide from you, which you, one of those fine days found, not found - honestly, got your hands on, and you were just a second ago that he caught you and took rkive into his possession. It's still the same, just a little scratch on the borders, and you take a sharp intake of breath, it smells like him does he keep it with him, ever?

It's a white diary with dark blue on the south of it, with rkive written in black bold characters just on the top of the blue border.

You open it, the itchiness in your hands to open it right away and read all 500 pages in a shot, you jump over to the last page... He still writes, pages are blank at the end of it. Calm down - the voice inside of your head yells at you, with wide eyes.

Yes, she's right you need to calm your nerves babe, you rise from the couch and make your way to your room. But you halt in the between, catch a glimpse of the diary in your hand... It's wrong to read someone's secret journal.

The voice from your left howls into your ear - it's okay he's not someone for you.

And the voice from your right mumbles into your ear - what if it was your diary in someone's hand?

You pause and veer around to place it back in its place. But you hear a creaking sound of your apartment door, rather than keeping it back into his bag, just after you catch a glimpse of Joon, closing the door behind him, you whirl around - hot foot, and like hell for leather, you strut into your room, you bury the diary under your pillow and parade back to the living room.

"What happened, why are your top pale", he moves closer to you and traces your lips with the bend of his index, his eyes filled with desire are on your lips, he leans down, closer to you, but halts looking back into your eyes, as he shuts his eyes for a second and when he opens, the emotions you saw barely a second ago, faints.

He harrumphs, running his fingers through your hair, eyes not leaving you... But then he traces your lips with the back of his thumb, as he takes the tendrils of your hair around your lips and gently tugs them behind your ear. You shut your eyes, your heart thumping at his touch and a low moan slips your mouth, you angle your head to your left. His eyes land on your exposed neck and he a groan leaves his lips.

He harrumphs again taking a step back from you, "oh, office", eyes everywhere but you.

"Oh, yeah, uh-- I'm not going."

"Are you okay? I mean if you want I can stay with yo--"

"No, I mean I do want you to stay here, with me but you should really go to the office", you nod, a faint smile on your lips, " you should go Joon... I'm fine, if possible do visit again before going to your place."

"Yea I'll. And don't worry about Hyeon... I'll pick him up ok", he places his palm on your cheeks as you nod.

He gives you your favourite, dimpled smile.

And he leaves.

You make your way to your room, plop down on your bed take out his diary to read. It smells homey - the diary smells like cinnamon - like him. Finally, you're diving into his diary. "It's wrong I know but still I want to read it, sorry Joon but if you hadn't snatched it from my hand then possibly I wouldn't be doing this." You puff out a breath.

You open it, and the first page says... "You should not read someone's diary and if you're, then give it back to me and if I'm not there wait for me, I'll presumably come back to find it. Thank you."

You laugh uproariously, actually, you shriek with laughter, "Sorry Joonie I didn't tumble under your trap".

You flick to the next page, "Honestly it's wrong if you're still reading, but if you decide to stick on reading it till the last, then let me tell you something- one -- you can not tell anything to her. Two -- it's going to be exhausting because it's BORING. Thank you".

"WHAT IS THERE IN THIS? now, the chances of me not reading it are zero, Joonie, and blame yourself for this, THANK YOU," you yell.

You turn to the next page, "it's something I never really shared with anyone in my life and maybe will share it in the future with her someday(04.15.2014). Change in plan maybe it'll be just between me and this diary, but I hope to tell her someday okay but genuinely speaking I won't(11.05.2014)."

"Why did he cut that line? 11.05.2014 the day Jace proposed to me!! But what else happened that day, I remember he was with me and was fine too."

P 1: I never imagined writing a diary out of nowhere, but there's a reason why am I writing this.

So, it was my first day at the uni, I saw someone, though I don't know her name, she's the reason I am holding a pen in hand.

"He never spoke to me about someone, and why he didn't wish to let me know?"

P 5: I saw her today, again, she was sitting in the last seat at the corner of the lecture room. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked lovely in beige, I really wanted to confess to her, how pretty that colour looks on her, but she's too shy and I couldn't tell her.

A scowl takes its place on your face like a permanent resident. And your heart is thumping now, at his notes.

P 11: I saw her today, she has the most joyful and adorable smile. I was mad about something which right now I don't remember, and she's to blame for that, it's her gorgeous smile.

You flick through the next few pages, and you couldn't wait to know the name of the person he's been writing to, since day 1 of his uni.

P 57: I guess, I like her. She was gazing at me, but when I saw her, she swivelled her head away. Does she feel the same? But the negative point - is we both don't know the names of each other. But I think she knows mine. That day in class, the professor called out my name, so presumably, she knows.

You close the diary, anxiety is eating you up. "He literally wrote every fucking day about that girl."

Then the voice from your left interrupt - read it, maybe, you'll find the girl's name.

You open the diary again.

P 101: 07.24.2014, I'll remember forever more, my heart never jumped like today, and my hands, are still as warm as a hot spring. no... not running a fever.

She just came, more like blew in unexpectedly, I was reading something which all the appreciation goes to her as I can't remember anything, I'm confident.

I asked her to walk with me to the library and on our way, we chatted like we already knew each other, and got wind of the fact that she too is from my hometown.

It felt surreal beside her, never felt like this before, and honestly do not know what it is but maybe this is what I was waiting for my whole life. Don't want to sound sugary but she's the one I want to roll over to in the middle of the night and wake up next to her diurnal. We didn't talk much but I'm clear.

I swear I have never been so sure about something or someone in my entire life

And yes finally got to know her name, y/n, with bright sapphire blue eyes.

You shut the diary with a loud thump, and bring it close to your heart as you shut your burning eyes, a warm tear escapes your eyes. Stupid idiot nerd what not, he deserves every single... Oh, Joonie why didn't you let me know? You open your eyes wiping away your tear with the back of your hand, and you open the book again.

P 130: We just met a few months ago, but feels like we know each other, for a long time. I wish to stay by her side for a lifetime. A smile tingles upon my lips, at the thought of our friendship.

P 139: when my phone's screen lights up with her name, so does my heart and my eyes like sun rays on my face, bestowing nothing but joy.

P 148: I didn't know the meaning of happiness until I met her, her smile warms my soul like a sun in the winter mornings, like a warm blanket on a cold night. Until I saw her and now I'm unable to find a difference.

P 163: today we both visited the library.

I saw a girl over there, sitting in the corner while reading a book. It was raining like heavily, and the content smile on her face was like she finally feels at home, and safe.

I guess y/n, must be my library, my halt from meandering outside in the rain. The home I've been looking for forevermore is beside me.

"I dared myself to read this, if I didn't maybe I wouldn't get the heed of not only his but my feelings too. He sure is dumb, but I'm not. He sure took years and maybe will take forever to let it out, I won't and I can't. But before that, I need to know what he feels about me now."

P 178: we went to the cafe today, and she looked pretty in that beige dress.

I have been praying for her, for what feels like forever!!

P 196: Everyone told me I deserve better, it was okay for everyone else to say. But she too said it, she murmured into my ear, when we were in class, that I deserve better and Ara is fine. The funny thing is I don't even know who Ara is! I know, I deserve better, but I don't want better. I want her.

P 204: Oh, now I feel there's no need to even write ever again in this diary. She was the light in my dark life. She who was the sun to my winter mornings is now with someone else, yes she deserves better. It's my mistake I should have confessed.

P 205: writing after 3 years, just to keep this memory between the pages. She told me she was pregnant, and I'm more than happy.

P 263: what is tougher than a human heart, which shatters over and over and regardless of pain still lives. I'm the evidence. He left her yet her heart yearns for him.

P 278: Today we visited the doctor for her routine check-up. She said she isn't willing to have this baby and honestly it broke me to pieces. I wish I could tell her how much I love her and want not only her but her baby too. I wish to love them till my last breath.

Why I overlooked, his affection. How can I be so stupid?

You recall your memories, of when you were pregnant.

"I'm just a call away y/n, can call me at 3 in the morning I'll be there, please do not stress over things that weren't meant to be."

Just one call of yours used to shake him up. You two visited the doctor together even though you told him to stay off, pushed him away because it was your problem you wanted to deal with it alone, yet he never left your side.

"I'm not leaving, I can't see you like this, alone at this deserted apartment, where you two lived.... No y/n you're coming with me, I have a spare room at my place. I'll be content seeing you safe next to me."

"Joon I'm okay, really, I can stay he--"

"No, you're coming with me."

Even stayed up with you for nights, didn't let you attend the classes, wrote not only his but your notes too, and fought for you when you weren't there.

Took proper care, he even memorized your meds on the tongue and learned the dates of your routine check-ups, fruits, soups, juice every other basic need of yours, was his command. He did everything that a father should do, which perhaps is the only justification for why he loves Hyeon so much.

Nights when you cried over your ex, yet lied to him, that this is only a hormonal reaction but a little did you know about him, but he sure knew every reason behind your genuine or phoney smile, every single reason behind your single teardrop.

"Listen y/n, I know I have been reciting this for months but here again I'm going to say, this time not for you for ours. I -- I mean you-- your baby. I-- I want you to be strong y/n. You're going to be a mother but crying like an infant." He wipes away your tears whilst leaning to kiss you but halts and ruffles your hair.

"Heyyy Joonie", you hit his chest.

"No, but seriously, do you want me to kill that nerd? See y/n I can!! and I'll if you allow me. I'm very much y'know skilled, uh competent, even proficient," he sums his abilities on his fingers, and you giggle at his naivety, "not lying I hold a black belt in Judo and earned one in Karate too, he doesn't stand a chance in front of your best friend", he dusts off his palms as of stroking off dirt and crosses his arms around his chest.

"So dramatically proud you are, Joon", Now you're laughing uproariously, in reflex your hand finds its purchase on your middle, and he instantly notices.

"Hey, are you okay?" he immediately holds you, his eyebrows furrowed at your hand's gesture, but you're still laughing.

"Joon, I'm really fine, you should have actually played Mr. bean. where were you back then?"

"Was probably waiting for your landing."

"I love your face glowing with that peaceful smile y/n, do not cry over some nerd. I'm here with you today, what if someday, I'm not there beside you, to wipe away your tears, which merely shed but if they do, the sole reason is men." You hit his shoulder, "stop it Joonie we're friends till the end, do you get it you asshole? don't you dare say that shit again."

But he wants his last sleep beside you, his last breath beside you. His ever so firsts to be by your side and ever so lasts by your side, this is what he feels for you.

"And do you know, your taste in men is horrible, I don't trust you in that process?"

"I HATE YOU KIM NAMJOON."

You look down with teary eyes, p 278, and you skip to p380.

P 380: she deserves every star in her life, to glitter for her the way my eyes sparkle for her.

P 485: feels like we are two stars floating in the universe, yet light years away. She sure is with me but feels like those two stars, babbling on either side of the moon, neither I can reach where she is, nor she can where I'm. But, my heart cherishes every second, every moment, every single breath with her. I wish stars could collide someday, and we'll meet eventually.

P 525: a week to go, I told her it's a boy, and she said no.

P 540: It's a boy, we named him Hyeon. Honestly, I don't think I'll ever love my kid as I love Hyeon. And he has Sapphire eyes like his mom, another reason to love him even more.

You heard the clanking sound coming from your living room you shut the diary, wipe away your tears and hide it under your pillow.

You strut out of your room, "Oh you guys are back." And in the twinkling of an eye, you felt your cheeks warm, when Namjoon's eyes meet yours, like all the blood rushing up to your cheeks.

Perhaps your friends were always right about you two - that you two would make an aesthetically pleasing couple.

"Hey, come here,"

Heat pooling in the pits of your stomach, you sure did feel all of this before, but to be precise you're catching every reaction of your body, now. Those three words are just not mere words, they did something to you, the warmth between your legs is the evidence of those three words. You are eyeing him, hungrily, stop drooling you fucking idiot.

"Mom do you remember, it's Joonie's birthday tomorrow."

"No, Hyeon your mom won't--"

"Yes baby I know, there's something for him," you look at him, "will you stay with us today?"

He looks into your eyes, the glow in them, which he purely saw for Hyeon, is it for him? his brows knit together, "yes anything for you," he pauses eyes wandering across your face, "you two."

Your kid is smarter than you, when you secretly told him you need to prepare a cake for his birthday, he told you his plan, which is why they both went out, and here you're placing the cake inside the refrigerator.

You know he won't take a step forward, it's only you who could do such bravery. It's his birthday and a new start to every perfect day.

You make your way to your room to find a perfect dress for his birthday night.

You're wearing a black cold shoulder ruched flounce sleeve bodycon dress, the silk fabric just ends at the curve of your cheeks, and you complete it with a black thong and yes no bra today. It's normal for you to doll yourself up, whenever you three move out, for dinner, parties, or friends' weddings. But today is, no normal day because you have never spread out as far as to shave, lest yknow.

Brushing out your tangles, your makeup is tastefully done as you're touching up some lipstick - let aside hungrily awaiting for him to smear it, spraying some perfume all over your body, you bolt out of your room. looking around your living room, to be precise it seemed hideous barely an hour ago and now it's looking nothing but cheerful as you beautifully decked out your place with balloons on the floor which you assure Hyeon would low-key love more than your birthday boy, with a cake on the table in the middle of the living room.

There's a rattling sound of keys behind the door, and you know they're here. The front door opens, and you find Hyeon and Namjoon, standing at the door, Hyeon couldn't help but claps at the decor his eyes twinkles at the sight of balloons all over the floor, as he lets go of Joon's hand and take off to pick the balloons, but what you take a gander at Namjoon, not saying much but you can tell, he could cry any moment, he's eyeing the whole room, then looking at you, your heart is beating at light year.

He makes his way to you, "there are still three hours left for my birthday", his eyes wander across your body, and you silently praise the lord for the dress you found in your closet.

"Yes, I know Joonie, but Hyeon is really excited about your birthday, and in an hour you'll find him out for the count," you both laugh, looking at him playing with the balloons, his chuckle is canorous to your ear filling your apartment.

"Fair enough", he paused, "by the way you-- you're looking gorgeous y/n"

Three cheers finally my man noticed, "oh, thank you, I thought you won't ever notice."

"you already think so low of me, y/n," you see a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"if so, what else do you like about me then," without a shadow of a doubt, you take a step towards him, as he too leans closer to you.

"Mom, I love the cake, it's looking yummy." You look at your baby.

"Oh, did you forget about Hyeon", he grins, teasing you to the core.

"Isn't it obvious today?" you take a step back.

"y/n are you flirting." he takes a gander at you and smiles mischievously.

"No", you stand tiptoe and lean closer to his ear, and warmly without qualms, "wanna be your sugar baby", you puff out a warm breath that gives chills down to his south as his tool twitches, "this is what I call is - flirting, Mr Kim, and I strongly believe you should take some classes, yknow? from me!!" you take a step back and make your way to your kid, who could sleep any moment.

you meet Namjoon's eyes, as he shares a knowing look, that he should probably slice the cake, "Hey my baby angel, would you cut the cake with me", he asks Hyeon.

"yess" Hyeon cheers excitedly.

You three celebrated his birthday like you have been doing for years now.

As you foretold, Hyeon is now in deep slumber. you pick him up, "uh-- you can sleep in my room--"

"No, I'll sleep with him today if that's okay with you?"

"Yea sure"

it's 1am, and you're tossing and turning, unable to sleep at the thought of Namjoon sleeping under the same roof, just a few meters away.

You are wearing a red drop shoulder belted satin lounge robe, with a matching thong and no bra. Craving for his touch makes you nothing but more frustrated, and your mouth dry.

you pick up your mobile, this should end today, he's an epitome of shyness, you want him deep yet harsh inside you, and you're seconds away to strut out of your room and dashing inside the room next to yours, and straddling his saddle, but you can't he's sleeping with your baby. So, you just text him to check if he's still awake.

you 1:10 am- I have a little secret, which I think, you should know.

Joon 1:11 am- you still awake? And what secret?

You 1:13 am- yes, and looks like we're awake for the same reason. And about that secret. Check your bag perhaps you should be missing something.

Joon 1:20 am- did you swipe away my diary from the bag, when I was away from home? Don't you dare read it!!!

You 1:22 am- over and done with it.

Joon 1:26 am- I'm sorry it was all in the past y/n, I promise it's nothing like that now.

You 1:27 am- SAD. Perhaps I'm alone in this.

Joon 1:29 am- you too?

Joon 1:29 am- I mean you too feel what I feel for you?

Joon 1:30 am- you don't understand how much I feel for you y/n, if you're playing the clown then don't.

You 1:34 am- save for I'm not, and there's something I low-key want you to know beforehand if you do feel for me. Joon there's nothing behind the scenes, I, yknow I cry often even if Hyeon gets some silly injury, though he laughs, and I'm the one who cries. I cry over things that have hurt me in the past, or things I'm so in love with. Yknow I'm afraid of being left, afraid of not being good enough, a good mother, a good daughter, and a good friend. I can actually count millions of things that I feel hostility toward myself. If we're going to be a thing in the future you should know that even if you'll tell me you love me countless times, I'll still be afraid of you leaving me. Jace broke my heart into bits, just don't blame yourself.

There's a knock at your bedroom door, he slides it open when he finds it unlocked. He peeps inside before entering, entering your room he looks at you, "y/n when will you, stop thinking so low about yourself", his eyes hungrily wander across your body, and you find him in waist shorts.

His eyes travel to your hardened peaks covered with red satiny material which he wants to slip you out from it, he harrumphs distracting himself, but something catches his eyes, his eyes travel along your smooth long legs on display and halt at your sheer red thong.

"I uh--" he looks away from your figure, eyes on the floor filled with serene moonlight, "y/n, nobody's perfect, even I'm not, you know every deep and dark arcane of my past..... I'm here to tell you that I don't care, I fell in love with you, not with your perfection. Since I fell in love, since then I love every crack in your skin and all your freckles. I didn't meet someone like you," he looks back at you, as he walks closer to you and settles beside you taking a hold of your hand in his, he places a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

"I'm grateful," you take out the diary, "that I found this," and hand him.

"Oh thank you I thought I won't get it back.... and did you just say found? Really?"

"Yaahhhh!!"

"I probably wasn't going to because of the perfumes it holds of its owner, but seems like my bed would smell like him from now on, so it's fair enough to return it, no?"

He gives you his coy smile as he nods, "rather my bed will smell like you because I won't let you and our kid stay here," he parks a soft kiss on your forehead, "and what are we going to tell Hyeon?"

"That we accepted his proposal and now he'll call his best friend his dad!" You chuckle.

In a shot, he looks at you, a puzzled look blanketing his face, "I still can't believe this, that all these years you too felt the way I feel for you, why you didn't you --"

"Same question I'm hurling on you," your eyes are hungrily tracing his lips as you tightly grip the sheet under your fist and he notices you.

Without losing away any minute he leans close to you, smacking his lips on yours as your breath hitches at his sudden whirlwind of ardor, as his strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you tightly against his body and in a trice, he straddles you on his lap whilst kissing you breathlessly. your moan melts away into his mouth. you clung onto him, arms tangled around his neck.

His hand at the small of your back roughly snakes under your red satin robe. he slides his hand inside your thong, your skin flush at his touch, digging his nails into your cheeks for support. he's gently kissing you without letting you go but oh so rough on your body. sucking his lower lip, as you slowly tug his lip between your teeth leaning back to bruise it. you both moved apart breathlessly panting, hungrily looking into each other's eyes, travelling back to lips. you fiddle with the hem of his shirt, hiking it up, he's smirking looking at your eyes hungrily savouring his exposed chest.

you feel him grow under your heated core. he tugs at your robe belt as it slips down and pools around your butt. his sinful eyes filled with lust darkly eye your bosoms, he tenderly gropes your breast, he cranes his neck a little, enveloping your buds between his lips flicking it with his tongue as he takes it between his teeth, playfully biting it, your grip on his shoulder tightens dipping nails into his skin.

moans escaping from your lips making him groan, his warm breath hitting your bosom sending tingles on your skin, he places his palm gently over your lips and hushes you, "if you don't want to wake up our kid," retracting his hand from your lips, our kid that word did something like something incomplete is now perfectly complete.

He gently hurls you on the bed, you want to feel his body, you want him to kiss every inch of your skin, bite you and bruise you, your drunk eyes watch him, pulling down his waist shorts, freeing his shaft. He grabs his shaft using his large hands, and jerks himself for few times indirectly letting you know to get ready, low groans peep from his lips.

You gape at your man seductively, how he jerks his member in his hand, growing harder in his hold your stomach turns at his hard length. Fucking his fist in a pace, eyes never leaving you as he smirks at you drooling over his hard shaft. The urge inside you to take him in deep inside you, and fuking him much - very much better.

As he shoves his free hand between your legs, he spreads them apart.

He parks himself between your legs. His eyes on your bruised bosom with hickeys only make him want to bruise them more. He hooks his finger to the waistband of your thong and slides it down, your breath hitches at your exposed body in front of him as you close your eyes in self-consciousness, he gasps at his sight and leans down taking a lungful of your flavour as he parks a wet kiss on your heated - bare - wet pussy "beautiful" he murmurs.

His hands travel from your knees slowly to your lips, as he traces your delicate skin and dips his thumb in your slick, a low moan escapes your lips before you bite them to melt them inside your lips, "Joon, I can't wait, fuck me, baby", your voice seems to lower, sounding more like smooth whiskey and he knows you're only trying to make it hard for him.

"You want me to fuck your tight pussy, raw, that desperate huh!!"He parts your slit, as he flicks his tongue between your sensitive lips. "Don't you know how much I waited for you," without wasting another second he grabs your knees stretching them out for him, as your pussy slit opens. He grabs his hard cock, rubbing it.

Waiting for him to fuck you, you grab one of your bosoms and knead it desperately in your hold. He bends a little as his hands slide under your ass and grab them angling you for his cock, he slowly buries his shaft and your eyebrow furrow as he moves deeper and deeper inside you and halts drinking in your expressions.

He slightly pulls back then stops, and again pulls back eyeing you, "if you want, we can stop it right now baby", he leans down closing the distance between you two, his hands on either side of your head, and place a soft kiss on your forehead, you instantly open your eyes looking at him, his lips just an inch away from your lips, "no, I want you right now.... No more distance between us Joon," your hands cupping his nape to draw him closer as you park a soft peck on his lips.

He digs his fingers back into your flash, and retreats, slamming his dick back into you, as you whimper in pain, a tear escapes from your eyes. Glitters of sweat on his forehead under the dim light of your bedroom, doing no justice to how gorgeous your man is. Not only on his forehead but his chest too, deliciously sweaty. Seeing him on your top, your pussy clenches around his hard length, "baby", he groans dipping his head on the nape of your neck the warm breath breaking out goosebumps over your skin.

He doesn't stop now, his cock throbbing to match the crazy throbbing of his heart, arching your back you dip your head back into the pillow, "fuck Joon, shit.... Yeahhh babyy", you moan out loud, as he quickly kisses you nipping your lips to bite your moans.

He leans back, "baby, Hyeon wi--"

"Fuck me harder Joon," you murmur, breathlessly.

Without wasting any time, he's ramming his dick into your tight pussy again, as you grip the sheets under your skin.

The way he's making you feel, you never felt like this ever in your life though it's the first time after Jace, he too never made you as incredible as him. The way his hips are in a rhythm against yours, the pleasure making you clench around his length.

"I wanted you for so long y/n," he groans, pounding into you. "You are mine y/n, and I belong to you," your walls only clench tighter around his shaft, enveloping perfectly around his thick length.

"Yes, Joon, only you... Us baby" your breath hitches, looking at his dark eyes, you're close and you know he too is.

He groans as his knees buckle, striving to keep up the merciless rhythm, "should have confessed, before him but now I won't waste any minute", his words are only causing your walls to spasm and contract, fire in your abdomen with his words making your way to your peak.

"You can do this baby", he coos tracing your cheeks with his thumb. He could feel you close.

As your climax is near, your hips stutter against him, desperately, creating the heat and friction for the feelings and bringing you closer to your peak. You're writhing under him when you hit your orgasm, you're so wet that his thick shaft is easily sliding in and out of your pussy.

He's pushing into you inch by inch, massaging your walls slowly. He covers your mouth to hush you before emptying inside you, as your clenching walls only cause him to come inside you and fill you up to the rim.

He softens inside you, as he dips his head into the crook of your neck.

"happy birthday baby, I love you", you kiss his earlobe, panting heavily.

"I love you more..... the best birthday," he pulls back, looking deeply into your eyes, "can"t wait to see the joy in our baby's eyes".

you both chuckle, and there's a knock on the door, "oh, shit" you murmur.

Namjoon only chuckles, "seems like this is the time".

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kealia · 1 year

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Notice me, please.

Neymar jr x reader

~ reader is mad at her boyfriend because he forgets about most stuff. Her boyfriend’s best friend locks them up to force them to make up.

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READER’s POV:

“Kylian, let me out!” I yelled out, knocking on the wooden door.

Kylian (my boyfriend’s best friend) locked us up, me and Neymar. We had a stupid argument, but I shall not apologise first! I do not care, I really don’t. He should apologise, it’s all his fault!

NEYMAR’s POV:

I sat down on the bed, I left my phone in the living room. Should’ve brought it with me… Y/n was making such a big deal out of this, I mean she can just apologise and then Ky would let us out. She’s mad at me because I forgot about our anniversary. I get that she’s angry, I do but she didn’t need to make an argument about it! It’s been about 3 days since she stopped talking to me. Of course, I told Kylian at training yesterday, today is his birthday. He invited us, mostly me, but he apparently texted Y/n to come over as well. Y/n was talking to Kylian today, but not to me. I guess he got this idea from her side of the story. Meu Deus, this is unbelievable!

“Y/n…” I started, I wanted to sound calm so there won’t be another argument.

READER’s POV:

“Y/n…” I heard Neymar’s soft voice, God why is he so calm! I stood in-front of the door and just stared at it. It wasn’t interesting at all but I was certainly not in the mood. He just has to apologise. That’s all…

“Querida, podemos conversar?” [Darling, can we talk?]

Did he just ‘Querida’ me? No way. After missing our anniversary he wants to ‘Querida’ me? He didn’t even apologise!

“Sobre o que?” I didn’t want to snap back at him but I just couldn’t help it. I was just extremely mad at Neymar. [About what?]

“Eu sinto muito…”

Carry on.

“Eu sinto muito, eu não queria que você me odiasse! Não esqueci de propósito, apenas esqueci de alguma forma!” [I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to hate me! I didn't forget on purpose, I just forgot somehow!]

I scoffed, “Eu deveria sentir pena de você?” [Should I feel sorry for you?]

If I’m honest, when he said ‘I didn’t mean for you to hate me!’ It did break a small vein in my heart. Key word: ‘small’! I turned to him, he was sitting on Kylian’s bed. He looked so adorable! I couldn’t break, I needed to stay mad at him. He’ll find out my weakness, which is, Him.

NEYMAR’s POV:

She stood in-front of me, her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed, she looked hot when she was mad. But she was mad at me.

“Bem eu não sei-“ I started but she cut me off, [Well, I don’t know-]

“Neymar! I am sick of you forgetting stuff! I mean this anniversary was important. It was important for me! I thought you’d feel the same. For God’s sake, I thought you were different from them! I thought you won’t forget about small things like this! Why can’t you see that?”

I’ve never seen Y/n so frustrated. She seemed more angrier than in our last argument. I didn’t want to fight again. I wanted to apologise…

“Bebê, I really am sorry. Very sorry. I didn’t want you to be mad at me. Please, não me odeie, eu apenas esqueci. Não irá acontecer novamente. Eu prometo!” [Don't hate me, I just forgot. It won't happen again. I promise!]

“Oh please, Ney. I’ve heard that loads of times. Too many! Infact.”

How am I meant to apologise when she won’t let me?

READER’s POV:

I know I was being stubborn but many men told me that. They told me to trust them, that they promise me this, they won’t do that again, it was just a mistake, it only happened once. I was sick. Sick and tired. Exhausted. Why can’t men just be expected to remember stuff or to not do it again? Neymar thinks that not remembering an anniversary is the only thing he did. He forgot loads of stuff. Like doing most of his chores I told him to do, while I was away. My favourite colour, my parent’s names, that I had siblings, that I crave chocolate during that time of the month. He forgets the simple stuff, men just don’t get it. They don’t get it, that we, women, love when they remember small details about us. I wish he’d see me the way I see him. I notice when his eyes soften anytime he sees Davi or Kylian, I notice how much he cares about his sister or mother, how excited he gets when he sees a dog, how he slowly lost his passion in football, I notice so much stuff about him. I wish he noticed my little details…

NEYMAR’s POV;

“Look, Ney. It isn’t just about the anniversary. It’s about how stressed you are about training and family. I get it, I know how stressful work is and family. I have a family and I work, you know that! It’s just… it seems as if you don’t really care about me. You ignore me, the things I do for you-“

“Y/n, I don’t ignore you. I don’t. Eu noto como você escolhe um tom diferente de batom ou gloss para cada ocasião, como você troca de roupa 10 vezes só para voltar para a primeira, como seu sotaque português está melhorando, como você diz ‘ai’ em vez de ‘ouch’,a maneira como seu cabelo se enrola naturalmente na parte inferior, como suas sardas aparecem no verão, mas desaparecem quando fica frio. I notice you, meu amor.” [I notice how you choose a different shade of lipstick or lipgloss for every occasion, how you change clothes 10 times only to go back to the first outfit, how your Portuguese accent is improving, how you say "ai" instead of "ouch", the way your hair curls naturally at the bottom, how your freckles show up in the summer but disappear when it gets cold.]

She started crying, I hope they were happy tears. I didn’t mean to make her cry. I opened my arms and stood up, smiling at her. She looked down, her tears flowing down to the floor.

“Venha aqui.” I told her softly, she looked up and rapidly wrapped her hands around my waist. I held her head close to my chest. My shirt slowly dampening from her tears. I buried my face into her hair. It smelt like vanilla and coffee. Just like she smells, I loved that about her. Sometimes I use her shampoo, because it smells like her. Like Y/n. Like my sweet girlfriend.

I heard the door creak open, “You okay?” Kylian asked.

I just hummed and nodded to him, he closed the door and left us. We stayed like that for about 15 minutes. I love her.

I could never be mad at her, I could never ignore her. I hope she knows that.

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I wrote this at 3 am so there might be some grammar and spelling mistakes but let’s hope not!

Happy New Year!!!

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salsakiyoomi · 10 months

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“is it me or have you gotten...bigger?”

miguel's question makes you whirl around to face him with a scowl on your face, insulted, “the hell's that supposed to mean?”

you know what it means though, you know what he means — with the morning sickness and the weird, godawful cravings, your body is…changing — you’ve missed your period this month and you've put on a little weight — your breast have swollen and your belly has bloated with a few stretch marks over your abdomen — you thought the changes were subtle at first but you guess you were wrong.

miguel shrugs, gesturing dismissively to your body, “you know, you’ve gotten bigger.”

you glare at him — he has always been a little too blunt with his words and comments — you put your hands on your waist, “you know, that’s not exactly a very nice thing to say.”

he shrugs again and you want to punch him with how nonchalant he is about this, “‘m just saying the truth.”

“there is this thing called sugarcoating.” you shoot back, “and you don’t tell your wife that ‘she’s gotten bigger’ or any woman for that matter.”

you’re more snappy than usual — if this has been a passing comment on any other day, you probably would have laughed and scolded him, not today though, not with your hormones high on edge.

he chuckles, but it sounds more like a scoff almost as if he’s making fun of you, “come on, amor. it’s a good look on you.”

you frown at him and shake your head, sighing, “i'm not in the mood for your shit right now, miguel.”

you turn away from him, going back to folding the clothes — you haven’t told him about your pregnancy yet, unsure of how he would react, the two of you never really talked about having kids in the start of your relationship nor marriage, so finding the test stick positive was a dreadful surprise for you — although you should've known the two of you had too much fun a few weeks ago.

his arms wrap around your waist from behind, and he nuzzles his face in the nape of your neck, “you're so grouchy these days.” he murmurs, his deep voice so close to your ears makes you shiver and his hands trail lower and you tense when they slip under your shirt and his rough fingertips press gently against the soft skin of your swollen abdomen.

“and you’re so bitchy these days — all days.” you immediately retort.

he chuckles and he turns you around to face him and he has a shit-eating grin on his lips that you oh, so badly want to slap off of his face, “how are those avocados and chocolate going for you?”

“they taste really nice, thanks.” you roll your eyes, attempting to squirm away from his embrace.

“did you get your period this month?”

his question makes you pause and you look at him with squinted eyes — sure, he knows your cycle. sure, he knows when you're moody and on your period but he’s never really asked if you got it during a month or not.

“yes.” you lie, speaking after a beat.

“you sure?”

you groan, “what do you mean i’m sure? of course i am.”

“i’m just askin’, amor.” he hums, his thumbs press against your baby bump and you can’t help but wonder if he is doing it deliberately

“miguel, what do you want?” you sigh, exasperated.

“nothing.” he replies smugly, and you’re sure he’s teasing you at this point as he leans down to kiss your jaw, “is there anything you wanna tell me?” he whispers.

you lean away and narrow your eyes at him, “what?”

“what?” he echoes innocently.

“is there anything you aren’t telling me?” you ask back, tone accusatory as you raise an eyebrow at him.

at this point, he’s rubbing circles with his thumbs on your swollen abdomen, “not as much as what you're not telling me.”

you frown at him, “okay, you know what? i’m done playing with you here.”

you attempt to pull away from him again but his hands now grip your hips to keep you in place, “miguel!” you groan — you usually liked it when he was in his playful moods but not today though, he’s just getting on your nerves.

“come on.” he laughs, “just talk to me, okay?”

“i would if it wasn’t such an insufferable task!”

“calm down.” he hums and his hands find your waist again, and he’s once again rubbing small circles with his thumbs on your bump, “are you sure there isn’t anything you wanna tell me?”

you shiver at his touch and your eyes narrow at him as it clicks, “you know, don’t you?”

“know what?” he asks, feigning confusion.

“asshole.” you groan, covering your face — you know he knows because of course he does, this was miguel, nothing gets past him.

“come on, you seriously thought that i wouldn’t find out?” he says with a laugh — he noticed when your body started changing because he damn well knows every inch of you, he noticed it in the way you constantly hugged yourself as if to hide your growing tummy and then he saw the pregnancy test in the bathroom bin, “avocados and chocolate? you don’t even like avocados.”

“why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, voice muffled by your hands as you peek at him through your fingers.

“i just wanted to see how long it would take for you to tell me first,” he answers simply and you groan again and he laughs, pulling your hands away from your face and placing a kiss on your lips, “no need to hide now, amor.”

“you’re such a dickhead.” you mumble against his lips, and his hands are on your swollen belly because he thinks that he probably won't be able to get them off of it in the next few months, because despite how unprepared he is — how unprepared the two of you are, he can’t help but feel excited, can’t help but be eager for the day his and yours baby comes — so he laughs at your comment, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips once more.

“your dickhead."

a/n : i got inspo from this drabble by @liliacamethyst i loved it sm 😭

#no bcz i dont usually write preggo fics but #ive been reading too many ones #so i had to write one #this is lowkey an alternate universe too #cant imagine our og miguel being happy #atsv #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel drabbles #miguel fluff #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 fluff #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #atsv x reader #miguel spiderverse #also this is so cheesy help

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tarisilmarwen · 3 months

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Sabezra Day 2024 - "Speak My Language"

Title: Speak My Language

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels, Ahsoka

Rating: K+

Pairing/Relationships: Ezra/Sabine

Character(s): Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios

Genre: Romance/Drama/Comfort/Fluff

Summary: All the little ways Ezra and Sabine tell each other "I love you."

AO3, FFNet

@sabezraweek

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Physical Touch

For all his skittish avoidance of them, Sabine observed, there was a part of Ezra that seemed to crave touch.

She saw it in the way he gradually stopped flinching at Zeb's shoulder thumps, once he realized the gesture was affectionate, once he realized he wasn't being hit. She saw it more readily in the way he lit up whenever Kanan or Hera put a hand on his arm or shoulder, how light would practically beam out of him.

She even saw it in how he would pat Chopper's dome at odd moments—ostensibly to annoy the droid, who would slap him off and screech in binary and chase him around with his shock prod as Ezra ran away laughing, but aside from her and Hera no one else had dared to touch the cranky C1 unit with any kind of affection, and Sabine could only conclude that Ezra must, on some level, enjoy it. No matter how badly Chopper bullied him on the regular.

Sabine herself? Was not a particularly "huggy" person. She kept people at arm's length, both literally and figuratively, but understood the paradox of not wanting to let her walls and guard down and yet longing for intimacy and affection. She related to Ezra in that fashion. Sympathized with him.

She was looking for him now, actually. He was doing that thing where he would pretend he wanted to be alone to mope but he really wanted someone to keep him company and seek him out to comfort him—another painful similarity between them she understood. Today's Jedi lesson had not apparently gone well. There'd been some yelling. Kanan had walked into the living room where she'd been painting, radiating frustration.

Sabine had quietly put down her paints and gone out to check on Ezra.

She found him sitting curled up on a little hillock, staring out towards the waving grasses. His shoulders were hitched, and his bangs were falling into his face.

Sabine plastered on a smile and came to sit next to him.

"Rough day, I'm guessing?" she quipped lightly, as she plopped down.

He gave a noncommittal sound and a shrug, curling up tighter.

Heart panging, Sabine lifted a hand, then hesitated. She remembered a bit of holovideo from the disk she'd cleaned up for Ezra—just a fragment really, too corrupted to be any good-of Mira gently stroking Ezra's hair.

The blue-black strands shifted with the breeze now, fluttering around Ezra's head. It looked soft and fluffy and she found her hand drawing towards it.

Carefully, she let her fingers slide into his hair, tenderly combing up through the strands.

Ezra gasped softly, eyes widening, stiffening with a bit of shock.

Smiling more genuinely this time, Sabine used the hand in his hair to tug his head gently into her shoulder, again, like she'd seen Mira do in the brief holo clip.

Ezra melted, leaning into the touch with a kind of shuddering sigh.

Sabine let her fingers keep brushing through Ezra's hair, almost hugging him to her side as she played with the ends.

"Thanks," she heard him whisper, so quietly she almost missed it.

***

Gift Giving

After seeing how Sabine's eyes had popped with delight when he showed her the TIE fighter, Ezra had tried very hard to recreate that reaction.

And it turned out Sabine liked getting things.

It took a bit of experimentation to figure out what things, specifically, Sabine liked getting the most. Despite all that he'd managed to learn about girls from trashy holofilms and the drunken advice of his fellow homeless vagrants, Sabine wasn't particularly into flowers or jewelry. Sweets were slightly better, but Sabine had an allergic reaction once to a bit of kopa nut Ezra hadn't realized was in the chocolates he'd bought her and he'd avoided repeating that mistake since.

Art supplies were an obvious choice, but being in the Rebellion meant he was only slightly less broke than he'd been on the streets, so getting Sabine anything of actual quality, that suited her standards, took a bit of saving and scrimping.

It was so worth it, though, when he presented her with the fancy pastels kit she'd been eying in that Garel shop window for forever.

She gasped, almost snatching the box from him in her eagerness. Ezra watched her read and re-read the brand name across the front several times.

"Ezra..." she breathed, and Force how he loved when she said his name like that. Her eyes lifted, joy tugging at every corner and wrinkle of her face. "Is this—?" She couldn't even finish.

Ezra ducked his head, bashful, hiding a grin. He tried to play it cool, rubbing a hand behind his head. "I know you've been wanting them for a while and I had a little extra so..." he trailed.

Sabine flung arms around him, almost bowling him over. Her teal and blue hair was tickling in his face and Ezra forgot how to breathe for a moment as he tried not to freak out about the fact that Sabine was hugging him—hugging him—and ruin things by making it all weird.

She had finally gotten used to him, she let him in her room without turning him away at the door with a mumbled comment about wanting to be alone, she joked with him on missions now and even sometimes laughed at his bad jokes, he didn't want to spoil things by making this about his lingering crush on her.

He was just being nice to a friend. That was all.

He still liked how good she smelled as she pulled back out of the hug, though.

Sabine was grinning from ear to ear, mischievous twinkle in her amber eyes. "You realize I'm going to have to test these out right away?" she quipped, tone implying something conspiratorial.

"Guess I should make a point to steal another TIE fighter for you," he joked back.

She was shaking her head. "Pastels wouldn't stick to the titanium alloy, would be a wasted effort."

"Then it's a good thing I also swiped this," he said, producing a clean white Bike Trooper helmet and presenting it with a 'ta da!' gesture.

"Oh ho, you do know how to treat a girl," she laughed, reaching for the helmet and balancing it atop her box of pastels. "Well c'mon, who knows how long we've got before Zeb and Kanan get back." She tilted her head towards the hanger doors, through which the mostly-empty Ghost could be seen parked, and Ezra followed her eagerly, heart warming at the praise.

The two of them tramped up the ramp like quick shadows.

***

Words of Affirmation

"Sabine said I should wear the Scout Trooper armor more often, makes me look mature and grown-up," she heard Ezra bragging to Zeb from the hallway.

Her door was cracked open just a bit—for both ventilation and privacy—and Sabine heard his preening, and chuckled a bit at how annoyed Zeb sounded when he countered back, "Don't let it go to yer head, kid."

Ezra just laughed in response. Sabine knew he'd be riding the high from her compliment for days.

In fact, she should probably go fluff his ego a bit more, keep his spirits up. He was still bummed out about not getting Hera's kalikori back. Hera had dismissed the loss with relative ease but Ezra was taking it like some kind of personal failure.

He took everything so personally, now...

Shaking off that somber thought, Sabine picked up her cloth and wiped her paintbrush off, setting it down on her easel.

Pretending she hadn't just been eavesdropping she stood up from her stool and walked to the door, cracking it open a bit more and leaning on both edges of the frame.

"What are you giving him grief about this time, Zeb?" she said, teasing, grinning wide.

Zeb rolled his eyes, but Ezra turned towards her.

"I was just telling Zeb about how much you loved the Scout Trooper uniform," he said.

She shrugged. "Well, they say clothing makes the man, but I think it was the other way around this time. That armor definitely wouldn't have looked as good without you in it."

She might have struck him speechless with that one. Was he blushing? He looked dumbfounded and Sabine swore she saw his cheeks reddening.

He was adorable.

With a small cough she cleared her throat. "Hey, glad you made it out okay," she said, changing the subject. "I was really worried when I heard that you and Hera were captured."

He glanced away, eyes lowering. "Wasn't anything to worry about," he dismissed. "Just the usual kind of danger we get into."

"Still would have kicked myself if anything had happened to you," she argued, reaching across to grab a pinch of his sleeve, draw his eyes and attention back. "You mean a lot to me, all right? I care about you." Her eyes squeezed earnestly as she tried to make him understand. "I just don't want you to get hurt."

Their gaze held a long moment, blue looking wonderingly into amber, as Ezra took her words in, something in the depths of his irises seeming to glow brighter.

"Err... should I give you two a moment?"

Both teens broke eye contact immediately at Zeb's awkward comment. Sabine brushed her bangs back, hiding her face, her own cheeks flushing now.

Ezra coughed heavily into his fist, very deliberately looking forward and not at her. "I'll uh, see you tomorrow then?" he said.

"Right," Sabine blurted, fleeing at once back into her room and sliding the door all the way closed.

She could still hear Zeb's voice, muffled behind the door, making teasing comments that Ezra replied to with inaudible muttering.

***

Acts of Service

Mandalorian history was full of heroes who performed great deeds. Feats of strength, of valor, of honor. Fulfilled oaths. Last stands.

They weren't all that different from Jedi, honestly. A life of service to others was a Jedi's calling and goal, requiring much of them, demanding the fullness of their dedication even to the point of ultimate sacrifice.

So this, his last great act, his wild ploy to upend the chessboard and sweep away the Seventh Fleet, leaving her his lightsaber as a token, might as well have been a blaring love letter to Sabine's Mandalorian sensibilities.

I love you, I love you, repeated sadly in his head, as her last words—begging him to get off the ship—echoed in his ears. I'm sorry. I have to do this.

She was going to be so angry at him. When she found him she would probably kick and scream and cry.

But he knew she'd understand. After all, she was a warrior herself. She would know the kind of personal sacrifice he was making, giving up everything he'd ever known and loved for the chance that she and everyone else could live free.

It was the kind of noble, larger-than-life task that defined so many Mandalorian epics.

Ezra steeled his jaw and held his head high, diving deeper into the Force as purrgil song filled his ears and hyperspace began stretching out white through the atmosphere. Thrawn cursed and spat but nothing could stop the young Jedi now.

He would do the task that only he could. Ezra Bridger, son of Lothal, Jedi apprentice...

...The boy who loved Sabine Wren.

***

Quality Time

She needed to be next to him like she needed to breathe.

Sabine still couldn't believe it, that she finally had her lost Jedi back, that he was alive and real and whole and he wouldn't leave her side.

They had barely spent a moment apart since she and Ahsoka had rescued him from Peridea.

The journey home had been full of drinks and laughter, so many drinks and laughing so hard her sides hurt. The ship lights spun and twinkled in their eyes and when they finally retired for the night she just latched onto his wrist and pulled him onto the blankets on the floor.

They were out almost immediately, tangled up in each other, but woke up sometime in the wee early hours and just whispered more stories to each other, getting caught up, telling each other everything that had happened in the gap between then and now.

Sabine curled a hand around his, marveling at the strength in the rough brown fingers. Stars how she'd missed this! Just sitting and talking, being in each other's company. It made her think of movie nights and sleepovers in the living room on the Ghost, talking long walks around the perimeter of Chopper Base, sparring in the cargo bay, that one night they'd stayed up watching a meteor shower on a blanket just like this.

"What is it?" he asked her, noticing she'd gone quiet.

She sighed happily, bringing his hand up to kiss the back softly.

"Just happy we're together again," she told him. The empty space left unoccupied, where he should have been all these years, was full again. "I missed this," she said aloud.

"Missed you," he whispered, leaning in for a stolen kiss against her cheek, beard tickling her skin.

She giggled, happy tears threatening at her eyes. "Stay with me a little longer?" she begged.

"Of course," he assured her.

It was a long trip home, but she got to spend it with the man she loved.

Nothing else could have made her more content.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ahsoka show #ezra bridger #sabezra #fanfiction #sabezraday2024 #prompt fics

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lciesdepravity · 8 months

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TTT Series: Tzuyu Tops Twice

Chapter: 1-3 Mina Arc; Eating in the kitchen tags/ genres/ warnings (This work of fiction contains the ff: Cheating (NTR), g!p dom Tzuyu… Enjoy!)

Next Morning...

Mina sighed softly as she stood behind the kitchen counter, idly sifting through her ingredients. Her thoughts began to wander; a faint blush gracing her cheeks as she found herself lost in the memories of the previous day.

Her... encounter with Tzuyu was etched vividly in her mind. Every touch, every kiss, every naughty little thing Tzuyu whispered, she could remember it all. Her pulse quickened as her fingers grazed her lips, imagining Tzuyu's lips on hers once more. Her lips were so soft, she smelled like chocolates... Ugh, snap out of it Mina. Yesterday was a one time thing. Nothing more. I was just... too shocked to protest... that's all.

And yet today, she was wearing an even looser tank top that showcased her ample cleavage. She had decided to forgo the shorts, opting instead for just her black laced panties. Her wish was clear - to entice, to tempt, and to get fucked.

Oh who am I kidding. God, I hope she likes my outfit... I-is this too much? I-I'm practically begging at this point. Fuck I look totally needy don't I? Should I change?

Before she could change her mind, Tzuyu sauntered over into the kitchen, her presence enough to freeze Mina in her spot. Every move Tzuyu made was like a magnet, pulling all of Mina's attention towards her. Mina could feel her body heating up, her skin tingling with anticipation.

Here she comes... Mmm, she looks so sexy. I bet she can't resist checking me out again this time.

However, much to Mina's disappointment, nothing... Nothing happened. Tzuyu seemed to ignore her seductive appearance, acting like it was just another ordinary morning. Mina's heart sank, her arousal turning into frustration. She watched from her periphery as Tzuyu casually grabbed a glass of water, taking a sip before leaving the glass in the sink and turning to leave.

What the? Hello? I'm not invisible am I? Ugh, How could she not notice me? M-maybe she's still sleepy.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Mina blurted out, her voice oozing with need, "U-um... M-morning Tzu."

Mina, just keep it together. Don't let her see how desperate you are. Play it cool.

Tzuyu turned towards her, her gaze meeting Mina's. "Good morning, Mina unnie," she replied, her tone casual. "Making breakfast for Chaeyoung again?"

Mina's disappointment grew, her frustration reaching its peak. She couldn't understand why Tzuyu wasn't responding to her like she had before. Why isn't she jumping me like she did yesterday? I practically have my tits and ass out, for fuck's sake. Shouldn't she be craving me by now? Or is it because she spent all night fucking Sana? Thoughts of insecurity and jealousy swirled in Mina's mind.

Summoning her courage, Mina managed to answer, her voice weak and unsure. "Y-yeah... breakfast, hehe." she stammered, biting her lower lip. Her hands trembled as she continued, "D-do you... want anything today?"

Tzuyu's eyebrows raised in mild surprise, but she decided to play coy. "Not really. Why?" she asked innocently, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

Mina's dejection grew, her frustration boiling over. She turned her back to Tzuyu, sighing heavily. "Ugh... N-nevermind, Tzu," she muttered, her bitterness apparent.

"Just... go back to bed with Sana."

Tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes, her lips bitten in frustration. She was so needy, so desperate for release, but she couldn't bring herself to ask Tzuyu, her wife's best friend, for help again. Of course she wouldn't want you... Stupid Mina. Even your own wife doesn't want you. Ugh, I'm such an idiot.

Just as she was about to resign herself to her misery, Mina's body tensed as she felt the all-too-familiar sensation of Tzuyu's arms enveloping her from behind. It was the same backhug from yesterday morning, a gesture that ignited a glimmer of hope within her.

Tzuyu's lips curled into a seductive smirk as she whispered, her voice sweet as honey, "Were you, perhaps... hoping for a repeat of yesterday, unnie~? Hmm?" Her hands trailed along the inner parts of Mina's thigh, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Mina cursed herself for how easily her legs parted, but the needy part of her so easily won.

Tzuyu smirked, but didn't go further just yet. Instead, she chose to draw circles on Mina's well-toned abs, teasing her with every touch. Tzuyu leaned in, her lips dangerously close to Mina's ear, and whispered huskily, "Is that why you wore these today? To show off your ass more, hoping I'd lose control?" She tugged on the hem of Mina's black lacy panties, her fingers ghosting over Mina's clothed crotch.

Mina's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with every labored breath. Fuck she's driving me insane. And when Tzuyu's sinful tongue licked a trail along Mina's neck, she felt herself melting, putty in Tzuyu's hands.

With a low growl, Tzuyu continued, "Did Chae not satisfy you last night, unnie? Hmm? After you spent the entire day... mmm~... touching yourself while listening to me pounding my wife?" Mina's eyes widened in shock. Her mind raced with panic. "Oh my god, she knows?" she thought, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Tzuyu chuckled lightly, her voice filled with amusement. "It wasn't that hard to figure out, y'know. I could hear you moaning so damn loud. Luckily for you, my wife was too fucked out to notice." The realization sent a fury of blushes to appear on Mina's face. "I-I wasn't - Uhh~"

Tzuyu's teasing didn't stop there. Her fingers moved up once more, this time to Mina's erect nipples. She flicked them gently... repeatedly... agonizingly slow; occasionally pinching them, each touch sending a surge of heat throughout Mina's body.

"See, unlike yesterday, I'm not in the mood to give you a freebie," Tzuyu teased, her voice tempting and sweet. "If you want me to make you cum, you're gonna have to ask for it, unnie~"

Mina's thoughts raced as she felt the intensity building within her. "Oh god, I could cum from this alone," Her hips starting to grind against Tzuyu's hard bulge, seeking the sweet release she craved. Mmm~ so hard...uhh~ fuck

Tzuyu abruptly pulled away, a growl escaping her lips. "Ahp~ naughty, Mina unnie~" she taunted, her voice filled with a mix of desire and dominance. "I told you, all you have to do is beg. I won't give it to you until you do." As she spoke, she spanked Mina's ass, eliciting a yelp from the needy wife.

Mina bit her lip, her eyes closing as a surge of pleasure coursed through her veins. "P-please... P-please touch me, Tzu..." she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. Her breaths grew shallow, her grip on the counter tightening. Just when she thought Tzuyu would give in, she was met with yet another hard spank, causing a trail of her juices to leak down her thighs.

"Ahhn~ oohhhh Tzuu~... Mmmm please~"

Arousal and frustration filled Mina's mind as she tried to gather herself. "That's not how you beg, unnie," Tzuyu growled, her voice firm. "I need you to say it properly. Beg me, your wife's best friend, to eat your cheating sopping wet cunt out, beg me to make you cum again and again and again."

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," Mina's inner voice screamed, a mix of guilt and pleasure consuming her thoughts.

"Please..." Mina's shaky voice was barely a whisper; filled with a raw, desperate longing. "Eat my sopping wet pussy, Tzu~. Make me cum harder than my wife ever did."

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Tzuyu's eyes darkened with predatory hunger as she took in the sight of the needy wife before her. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she dropped to her knees, her gaze fixated on Mina's exposed thighs. Slowly, she removed Mina's stained panties and dropped them to her ankles, her breath hitching at the utterly sinful sight before her.

Mina was bent over the counter, her body trembling with anticipation. Her hair was a tousled mess, adding to the rawness of the moment. Her plump ass was on full display, begging Tzuyu to come closer. The lush swollen lips of Mina's pussy were spread wide, practically pulsating with need. And to tease her even more, a trail of creamy precum trickled down Mina's inner thighs, tempting Tzuyu's tongue.

Fucking hell, she's beautiful.

Tzuyu palmed Mina's ass and spread her cheeks open, revealing her glistening core. She gulped; the intoxicating aroma of Mina's arousal filled the air, and she just couldn't resist her urges anymore.

She leaned in, her nose hovering just above Mina's gushing, throbbing pussy. Fuck, her scent is so... Mmm~ Intoxicating... She inhaled deeply, relishing in the musky sweet aroma.

Mina's cheeks blushed a deep shade of crimson, Tzuyu's actions catching her off guard. O-oh god she's sniffing me down there. Ahn~ This is so hot... And so embarrassing. I hope I at least smell clean.

"Fuck... you smell so fucking good unnie~ Mmm~" Tzuyu moaned, her voice dripping with lust. She couldn't help but take another sniff, her head spinning, her eyes almost glazing over. The scent of Mina's arousal is like a drug, fueling her addiction and need.

Feverishly, Tzuyu darts out her tongue, lapping up every drop of precum on Mina's thighs, savoring the taste of her forbidden nectar. "Mmm~, you're so fucking wet, Mina unnie." She groaned, peppering Mina's ass and with gentle kisses and playful bites. She traced her thighs with her slender fingers, making Mina giggle lightly. "Mmm~ N-not there. I-I'm a lil' bit ticklish Tzu."

Tzuyu smirked before taking another bite, this time near her inner thigh, eliciting a breathless moan from a sensitive Mina. "Mmm~ you're so beautiful unnie. Uh~ Chaeyoung's so damn lucky to be able to tap this every day."

Mina bit her lip, looking back at Tzuyu with a cute pout. "C-Chaeyoung hasn't really... touched me for over a month now."

What the... actual fuck? Why tho? Tzuyu's eyes widened with surprise at Mina's revelation. The thought of her best friend neglecting such a beautiful, dripping pussy was infuriating and exciting all at once. She couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness, knowing that she had the opportunity to satisfy Mina's neglected desires. Fucking hell Chae. You fucking idiot.

"Well, fuck, unnie," Tzuyu growled, her voice filled with dominance. "I'm sorry about that. Let me make it up to you, mkay? Today, let's make it about you, princess."

Tzuyu wasted no time. With a hungry growl, she dove in, her tongue lapping at Mina's hot pulsating cunt. Mina's body jerked in response, her back arching as she let out a long desperate moan.

"Oooohhh~ Tzuyuu~" Her legs trembled, struggling to support her up as Tzuyu's skilled tongue worked its magic.

God, I needed this, Mina thought, her mind consumed with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Tzuyu's tongue was a relentless force, flicking and teasing Mina's sensitive core with precision.

Starting with long, slow licks, Tzuyu traced the outer folds of Mina's pussy, driving her wild with anticipation. She focused on massaging the soft velvety skin, making Mina's pussy gush open. She eagerly laps up the juices before diving further in, searching for Mina's sensitive bud. Found it... Ahm~

The sensation of Tzuyu's tongue on her engorged clit made Mina's body shudder. Each stroke sent jolts of electrifying pleasure straight to her core.

"Hahn~, mmm~ yes! Uhh~ Right there Tzu... Just like that, uhhh~" Mina moaned, her voice dripping with need.

Mina's breath hitched, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter for support. The sensations intensified as Tzuyu's tongue circled around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her into a frenzy.

Oh fuck, her tongue feels so good. I can't believe how wet I've gotten. Mmm~ more... Hah~ I want more, Mina's inner voice pleaded, consumed by a primal desire.

As Tzuyu's tongue ventured deeper, Mina's legs spread wider, granting her unrestricted access. Tzuyu plunged her tongue deeper into Mina's wetness, exploring every hidden fold with expertise. Mina's walls clenched around Tzuyu's skilled tongue, desperate for more.

"Fuck! Oh god, yes! Right there!" Mina's body responded eagerly, her hips grinding against Tzuyu's mouth, seeking more of that delicious pleasure. She couldn't help but let out a string of moans and gasps, each sound enticing Tzuyu to do more.

"Uhhh~ Ahhh~ O-oh god Tzuyu~ Yesh... Ahnn~ More pleash~" Mina's voice was desperate, her moans growing louder and needier as time went on.

Tzuyu, sensing Mina's growing need, increased the speed and intensity of her movements. Her tongue flicked and swirled, alternating between gentle suction and rapid flicks, sending Mina spiraling closer to the edge. The counter beneath Mina's hands shook as she struggled to maintain her balance, overwhelmed by the intensity of Tzuyu's skilled tongue.

Fffuuuuckk she eating me so good. Sana, you lucky bitch. I can only imagine what she's been doing to you every day, Mina's inner voice purred, a mix of envy and excitement coursing through her.

The sound of Tzuyu's wet tongue meeting Mina's slick folds filled the room, mingling with Mina's moans. The rhythm of Tzuyu's oral assault grew more intense, her movements becoming more rhythmic.

She matched the tempo of Mina's reactions, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Mmm~ Fuck she tastes so good. More... I want to see her lose herself more. In a sudden burst of intense passion, Tzuyu pressed further in, smothering her face in Mina's pussy. She pressed Mina firmly against the counter, almost lifting her up there. Her grip on Mina's ass was so tight it left imprints, but she didn't care. She spread Mina's cheeks even wider, fully pressing her mouth against Mina's luscious cunt.

"Ahn~ Tzuyu! Uhhhh!~ Fuck Babyyy~" Mina's mind drew blank as she almost lost her grip from Tzuyu's intensity, her toes straining to keep her up. She could feel Tzuyu's tongue probing further... deeper into her core. God, I-I can't even think straight anymore. Uhhh~ Shit... I've never been eaten out this good before.

Then, in a moment of unexpected contact, Tzuyu's nose brushed against Mina's tight little asshole. Mina yelped in surprise before biting her lips, the sudden sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Tzuyu smirked, realizing she had stumbled upon Mina's weakness. "Oh, that's your weak spot, huh, unnie?" she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Unable to contain her shyness, Mina blushed and protested, her legs crossing as she denies Tzuyu. "N-no, not there, Tzu..." Her voice was a mix of embarrassment and arousal, her desires conflicting with her modesty.

But Tzuyu, fueled by her mischievous nature, couldn't resist the temptation. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Mina's sensitive skin, and took a long needy sniff.

Mina's face burned crimson as her mind raced with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Oh god, she... she sniffed my ass... How did she... find out? That I... like it? Not even Chae kno- Ahmmm~!

Before Mina could fully process her conflicting emotions, Tzuyu's tongue ventured even further, grazing against her puckered hole. The sudden contact sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout Mina's body, causing her legs to tremble uncontrollably.

"Mmm Fuuckk-mmph!" Mina let out a muffled whimper, her hands flying to her mouth just in time to mute her screams, her legs giving out beneath her. Luckily, Tzuyu caught her just in time, supporting her against the counter.

Tzuyu grinned. "Sensitive are we now? Fuck I can't resist teasing you when you're like this Mina unnie..."

Holy shit, she just licked my ass... and it felt so fucking good... Mina's inner voice screamed with pleasure, her inhibitions slowly melting away.

Tzuyu's strong arms wrapped around Mina, keeping her steady as she continued her assault on Mina's sensitive entrance. Mina's body responded eagerly, her senses overwhelmed by the dual stimulation of Tzuyu's fingers and tongue.

With one hand firmly gripping Mina's hip to hold her in place, Tzuyu brought her other hand to Mina's sweltering hot core. Slowly, she inserted two fingers in, checking for Mina's reactions as she pushed deeper. She smiled, seeing Mina's lidded eyes flutter, her face wracked in bliss.

"Ready for my fingers unnie?" She asked, peppering Mina's ass with light feathery kisses.

Mina's head spun at the soft gentle sensations, managing a wordless nod as she braced herself. With a beat, Tzuyu's fingers start to pump in and out of her wet cunt. Sloshing sounds fill the room as her fingers explored every nook and cranny, seeing which spots make Mina's breath hitch, which spots make her yelp and scream, which spots make her moan for more...

"Mmm~ That's right unnie. Show me more of you. Don't hold back and just give in. I guarantee I got ya~." With a hiss, Tzuyu bit Mina's asscheeks again, making her pussy gush even more. When her fingers finally found Mina's G-spot, she didn't hesitate; pressing and curling against it with unmatched fervor and precision.

"Ahhh~ Holyy F-fuck!" Mina cried, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. The relentless assault on her most sensitive areas left her trembling, her body aching for that sweet release.

Oh my god... Tzuyu is... she's eating me out better than Chae ever had... Mina's inner voice whispered, a mix of surprise and satisfaction. Is it wrong to enjoy this so much?

With Tzuyu's fingers thoroughly working Mina's cunt, she continued to ravish her tight asshole with her tongue. Each lick sent waves of pleasure coursing through Mina's body, her legs turning into jelly once again. Ooohhh god~ Chae never went this deep... never flicked her tongue, never this good...

Tzuyu propped Mina firmly against the counter, ensuring that she had the support she needed. Mina stuck her ass out even more, her head flat on the counter top, her mind hazy, her consciousness fading in and out.

Fuck, Chae... I'm so sorry. She's just too good... for now on, Tzuyu will be my dirty little secret... Mina's inner voice whispered, her mind utterly consumed by the intense pleasure. I won't deny myself this pleasure any longer.

Tzuyu's slick fingers then danced over Mina's swollen clit, rubbing and teasing the sensitive nub with a purposeful rhythm. Mina's back arched beautifully, her legs flexing in, her entire body stiffening; now taut as a string, one pluck ready to snap it at anytime.

Yes... yes, Tzuyu... finger my pussy... eat my ass... do whatever you want to me... Her thoughts were a jumble of sinful desires and desperate pleas for more.

Mmm~ god I'm about to cum. Uhhh~ Chae... you're best friend is about to make me cum...

Tzuyu, sensing Mina's imminent release, intensified her efforts, intent on driving her insane. Her tongue delved deeper into Mina's puckered hole, flicking and swirling with unrestrained desire. Her fingers moved faster, applying absurd amounts of pressure to Mina's sopping cunt.

Mina's moans grew higher in pitch, her hips grinding hard against Tzuyu's hand and tongue. The echoes of her pleasure blended in with the wet sounds of Tzuyu's tongue ravaging her ass.

"O-oh god... T-tzuyu... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... fuuuck uuhhhh~!" Her voice strained with pleasure, her body on the cusp of release.

"Fuck! I-I'm cumming! Harder! Oh god, Tzuyuuuuu~" Mina screamed, her body convulsing, her toes curling. Her cries grew louder and more desperate until she could hardly form coherent words, her voice reduced to a series of breathless gasps and moans.

And then it happened. Mina's body tensed, the coil of pleasure within her snapping like a rubber band. A primal scream escaped her lips as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.

"Fuuuck! I'm cumming! cumming... cumming... aaaahhhhhhh!" Mina's voice turned into a low, guttural moan as her pussy clenched and spasmed, releasing a torrent of sweet, warm juices.

The room was filled with the explicit sound of Mina squirting, her moans blending with the wet splashing of her juices. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her moans turning into a continuous symphony of ecstasy.

Oh god... I'm squirting... I'm squirting so fucking hard... I can't stop!

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her legs quivered uncontrollably, the intense sensation causing her to lose her balance. She instinctively grabbed onto the counter for support as her pussy continued to squirt stream after stream.

"Mmmmm... Tzuyu... S-stop stop s-stop p-please... Uhhh~ I'm sensitive... I can't even... oooooh fuck~!" Mina's voice escaped in ragged gasps, her body going limp, her toes barely touching the ground as she relied solely on Tzuyu to hold her up.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Yes~ Fuck!" Mina's voice echoed through the room, a mixture of pleasure, relief, and sheer satisfaction.

Tzuyu didn't let up, continuing to stimulate Mina through her peak, her fingers and tongue driving Mina to heaven. She didn't care that her face was getting drenched with Mina's juices, she just wanted more.

"Mmmmmmm~ Yeah! Fuck it... Don't stop! Just like that! Oh fuck! I'm gonna... uhh~ cumming again~" Mina's voice quivered with pleasure, her mind crumbling as she just gave in. Tzuyu held her limp body firmly against the counter, bringing her to orgasm three more times before finally stopping.

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Tzuyu's eyes were fixated on the luscious sight before her - a thoroughly fucked out Mina, sprawled on the counter, eyes rolled up and completely glazed over. Hand prints were left imprinted red on her ass, some of her juices still pooling on the floor. Her body trembled, her legs weak and unable to support her. Tzuyu couldn't help but gulp at the utterly sinful sight, her cock straining painfully against her shorts.

As Mina's disheveled hair fell away from her face, she glanced back at Tzuyu, her eyes filled with need and carnal desire.

"T-tzuyu... c-cock... your cock, please... I want it," Mina begged, her voice desperate and needy; each word punctuated by her ragged breaths. She reached around and spread her ass cheeks wide, putting her sloppy wet cunt on full display, her white hot cum still oozing out. "Please fuck my needy pussy with your cock... Please~"

Next Chapter: 1-4 Mina Arc; Turnabout's Fair Play...

#twice smut #mina smut #tzuyu smut

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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 1 year

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Tomura when his s/o is on period:

Writing this while dying from cramps 🤡

You were laying on bed under layers of blankets, you just got your period and these cramps are more painful than usual.

It is pain in ass literally, you couldn't get up so you curled yourself up into a ball.

Not only your stomach hurts, but you feel sick as well, atp you feel like airplane fell on you 💯💯💯.

The pain would stop a little for some time than randomly out of nowhere, sharpass pain would appear suddenly.

You for real couldn't get up and you don't have enough of pads for this whole week, but can't do shit about it because you feel like you are dying 🔥.

At the end of the day you ended up asking your boyfriend through text can he buy you pads since you can't even get up to go to toilet because it hurts like hell.

Tomura doesn't know much about this stuff so he asks you if you can explain to him a little, like you also had to send him picture of pads you always buy, so that he doesn't fuck up and buy something wrong.

He would be a little embarassed but would get it for you anyway. Also he did some research on internet what helps with cramps and brought some snacks as well with drinks and chocolate <3.

When he got back from store he immediately rushed in your room to check how are you doing 😭.

"drink this" he handed you over pill and glass of water "this will somewhat relieve the pain."

You took the pill and drink it. "It should work after about 10-15 minutes, sit still." he said.

There was slight worried look on his face because you were pale like a wall and had dark circles under your eyes you were just looking at floor without saying anything.

"hey? Are you okay?" he started to ask questions in concerned tone "Do you need anything else? Maybe more blankets or pillows?You look extremely tired maybe you should rest a little... Have you eaten and drank at all...? I brought some snacks and drinks if you wan-" you kissed him on lips to calm him down with all these questions.

"It's fine, I don't need anything but some water right now, I haven't drink at all today and my throat feels dry" you replied than paused for second to say something again "Wait you brought some snacks and drinks?!" he nodded with soft smile.

"Why did you do that? You didn't had to buy anything else but pads..." you said.

"Because I know you crave sweet and salty stuff during this time of month" he kissed your forehead while handing you snacks and drinks.

"...Thank you, also I feel bad eating all this by myself so let's just share it, I mean.. you brought it anyways and there's enough for two so."

"I brought this for you only, but if you insist than sure.." you said - "Okay wait here I'll go get bowls than" right when you were about to get up he grabbed your arm and pulled you back on bed than threw blankets at you "You have to stay here and rest dumbass, I can get those you just stay here okay?"

he rushed in kitchen to grab two bowls for both you and came back -"dang alright" (AGRESSIVE LOVE AGRESSIVE LOVE AGRESSIVE LOVE AGRESSIVE LOVE 🛐🛐🛐). "So..how about horror movies? Or we can maybe play games if you aren't in mood for movies."

You said "Movies, I'm currently too lazy to move at all" He let's out small laugh and nodded while getting under blankets with you and snuggling up to you "Is this fine?" he just wanted you to be comfortable with him 😔

"Why are you even asking? This is perfect." Laying your head on his shoulder and taking his gloved hand in yours "You know, I'm actually really happy and grateful I have you" you kissed him on cheek "I love you Tomura"

He looked at you all surprised and flustered was literally melting from inside poor bby wanted to say it back but he was too shy.

You two ended up watching movies until you both fell asleep together all snuggled up <3 (I know I always mention this in all my writings but I love sleeping okay? it's just great going mimimimi for real 💤) anyways

Tomura would be only sweet and soft to his s/o and you can't change my mind.

Y'all my head was falling all time I was trying so hard to not fall asleep while writing and checking for mistakes help 💀💀💀

Hope you like it my stinks🔥🔥🔥

#shigaraki #tomura #league of villains #shigaraki x reader #tomura headcanons #tomura fluff #comfort #my babygirl #i feel high #my hero academia #mha #tomura comfort

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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Imagine akademiya! Dottore tutoring child! reader, who forgets almost everything he says. so he teaches you for atleast 3 hours and he asks you one question, you didn't remember anything cause you we're thinking of what's his favorite food- 💀 (i'm currently craving for platonic dottore) -💐

❛❛ Troublesome Kiddo ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ Kid, pay attention to me, will you? ❜❜

Pairing(s): Akademiya!Dottore & Child!GN!Reader (PLATONIC)

Genre/Format: Crackfic (Drabble)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name

wc: 534

Notes: Hello 💐 Anon! This is so cute omg. I could imagine Akadamiya Dottore being so done with kiddo (Y/n) LMAO. I wasn't sure if this is a request or not but I couldn't resist to write a little something for it, as soon as i read this a bunch of ideas just came out of no where 💀 I'm sorry if it's short!

⚠️ Also I'm sorry for those who are still waiting for me to finish the 100+ followers event prompts. I'll get to them as best as I can 😭

Zandik—as one of the top students in the Akademiya, his achievements were widely spread in Sumeru. Wherever he went, whether it be on the bustling streets or at a store, people would often praise him for his enviable intelligence.

However, despite his genius of a mind, was someone who unironically struggled with mora. With how many assignments were piled up on his desk and the hunger to conduct experiments, he didn’t have the time to really find a suitable job.

So who was he to refuse when one of the citizens ran up to him and asked him to tutor her child? He was about to deny but was cut off when the person said she was willing to pay him a ransom. Taking a glance at the child beside the pleading mother, they looked no older than probably ten years old.

How hard was it going to be to teach a kid basic math? And he was getting paid too! It was a win-win situation for him, only an idiot would refuse!

Now that he had agreed to help, he was beginning to contemplate if he had made the right decision as he sat next to the kid—(Y/n), who never seemed to run out of energy.

“Alright, so—”

“Mister, what is that blue glowy thing on your ear?” (Y/n) asked.

Zandik sighed for probably the fifteenth time today when he got cut off.

“That’s a—”

“Oh! I know! This is where you keep your, um, blueberry juice so you can drink it wherever you want!”

He was too tired to explain, honestly. So he decided to just go with what (Y/n) said.

“Yes, yes, you’re right. Now—”

“Or maybe you’re secretly a wizard and that’s your magic potion!”

Sigh.

“Alright, kid. How about we take a break and then you listen to me, okay?”

Then (Y/n) nodded happily which was a huge relief because they were still on the first chapter of the kiddo’s textbook.

Zandik soon came back with a plate of snacks for the ankle-biter and continued on with their tutoring session.

For the whole time while he was explaining how multiplication works, (Y/n) sat in silence as they munched on a chocolate chip cookie. While they remained quiet, he took that as a sign they were listening to him with how their eyes were staring at the textbook intently.

(Y/n) did try their best to listen, really. They were able to do that until ten minutes in, their mind wandered off to a land of singing Aranaras and floating food…

Food…

I wonder what's Mr. Zanny's favorite food. They thought to themselves.

Dangos… Potato Boat… Rose Custard—

“Okay, now that I’ve explained the method on how to solve this. I’ll ask you a question,” Zandik said. Breaking (Y/n) out of their daydream.

“So, what’s five times two?”

“Five times two? Two… Oh! That reminds me. Mommy gave me two apples for breakfast today! They are my favorite food!”

They continued, “What’s your favorite food, Mr. Zanny? You have blueberry juice with you so maybe… blueberry cupcakes? Or maybe even—”

This kid… Zandik thought as he grunted in defeat, drowning out (Y/n)’s ramblings.

Oh he didn’t get paid enough for this.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #fatui #fatui harbinger #fatui x reader #fatui harbinger x reader #il dottore

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masterjasper223 · 1 year

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Then and Now - Blood Moon

(Warnings: underage sex, period sex, angst)

Lupin Then

Dating a werewolf wasn't something to romanticise, but that wasn't to say it didn't come with its advantages.

For one, no one had more sympathy for you when you were on your period. Remus knew all too well what it was like to have to deal with something painful month after month, something that many of your classmates were blissfully exempt from, yet would most likely be repulsed to hear about.

In fact, you were acutely aware that Remus had it worse on every score, especially the latter; his "condition" was a very well kept secret at Hogwarts, and his education was only able to continue for as long as it remained as such.

But somehow, you'd never expected him to understand all of it: the cravings, the sudden drop in self esteem, the bursts of emotion- from irritation, to sadness, to feeling suddenly... well, unbelievably horny.

Yet as it turned out, you were wrong.

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It's Sunday afternoon, and the two of you are studying together in an empty classroom on the sixth floor. Or, rather, that had been the plan, before you'd woken up with the tell-tale discomfort in your lower abdomen.

There's little chance of your being productive today, but you decided to join Remus anyway, vaguely hoping that you'd absorb a few scraps of revision just by being in proximity to him.

But even those prospects are looking grim, as you have yet to summon the energy to open your textbook, and are currently slumped across the desk with your cheek pressed into the faded leather cover.

"Remus... Why do you have to be so handsome?" you sigh, staring vacantly at his profile. Something about the way his brows knit together when he's concentrating is very alluring all of a sudden.

"Terribly sorry for the inconvenience," Remus replies, a little testily. To his credit, he's actually trying to get some work done, and has already filled half of the roll of parchment in front him.

"I want to study," you grumble. "But I got my period this morning."

Remus pauses mid-scrawl, shooting you a sympathetic glance. "Then I really am sorry. But you'll be all right if you skip a day or two- I'll give you a copy of my notes to go over later."

"Thanks, Remus," you say, smiling up at him affectionately.

He clears his throat, and shakes his hair out of his eyes in that twitchy sort of way that tells you he's feeling self-conscious, before starting writing again- but he's barely jotted down two words before his quill stops on the page.

"Hang on. What does my being handsome have to do with anything, then?" he demands, shooting you a sideways glance.

"Because I'm horny," you whine, watching with some satisfaction as a flush creeps up your boyfriend's neck. "But since I'm on my period, we can't... you know..." You walk your fingers up his arm, searching for the right expression. "...play around." You haven't actually had sex yet, but you've gone a bit further than snogging on more than one occasion.

"Why not?" Remus asks, hoarsely. His quill slides from between his fingers and rolls to the side of his notes, where it lies dripping ink, forgotten.

"Because we'd make a mess, of course. Not to mention, I'm in pain." You grimace, massaging your belly under the desk. "And I don't feel very sexy today."

To your surprise, Remus offers you a wry smile and says, "Ah. That sounds familiar."

"Which part?"

"All of it. The pain, I've told you about. But leading up to the full moon, I'm- something of a mess. Less so now than I used to be, but I still can't stand to see myself in the mirror, and I get... cravings."

"Me, too!" you say, sitting up and swivelling around in your chair to face him. "I crave chocolate worse than if I'd been hounded by dementors."

"I crave red meat," Remus admits. "And, er... human contact."

You raise your eyebrows at him. "You mean you get horny, too?"

Remus nods, his cheeks now very pink. "But I wouldn't want to do anything about it," he says, quickly, glancing away. "I can't. I don't trust myself." He shakes his head, as if to clear it, and you're surprised to find that there's a mischievous spark in his eyes when they flick back to yours. "But it's different in your case. Very different."

"How so?" you ask, a little more sharply than you had intended. You can't help but feel that that's rather presumptuous of him.

"Well, for one, this is the safest time of the month for you to have sex," he points out. "And for another, according to- certain sources- it might just be one of the best times."

You understand 'certain sources' to mean the debauched experiences of Sirius Black.

"At the very least, it could provide some temporary relief," Remus continues, crossing and uncrossing his legs with a wince.

"Are you suggesting we...?"

"Well... yes. I mean, only if you want to."

You smirk at him, but a split-second later all of your confidence evaporates. "You wouldn't find it a turn-off?"

"Of course not. I've seen blood before."

"It's not just the blood. I'm..." you trail off, hugging your stomach, reluctant to put too fine a point on it.

"It won't change how sexy I find you," Remus murmurs, gently. "But if you're uncomfortable, we can wait."

You consider for a moment, weighing your options... but with your heart racing, and desire already pooling in your belly, drowning out the pain, it doesn't take you long to make up your mind.

"If you're sure... I mean, I'd like to." You reach across and place your hand on Remus's knee. He stiffens for a moment, swallowing thickly, before laying his fingers over yours and giving them a squeeze. "But where? When?"

Remus glances around the empty classroom. "Not here- we won't be able to relax. There's always the Astronomy Tower, no one goes up there during the day..." He pauses, glancing up at the ceiling. "But I, er, think I can arrange for the boys' dormitory to be empty for a few hours. Tonight, if you like."

"Tonight, then," you agree, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek.

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It's not your first time in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, and it won't be your last. As promised, the two of you are alone- which is why you're sitting on the end of Remus's four-poster, with your thighs wrapped around his hips, and his arms wrapped around your back, snogging as if your lives depend upon it.

But when you reach between your bodies to grasp his cock through the fabric of his robes, Remus squeezes your waist and draws back, panting, his lips flushed from kissing you and his eyes bright with desire. "Are you sure?" he asks, eyes flicking between yours. You nod impatiently, tugging at the front of his robes. "Okay," he chuckles. "Just- tell me if you want to stop."

"You, too," you say, sucking in a big breath before crashing your lips against his. But you're not content with snogging anymore. While Remus's hands cup your cheeks, yours begin to wander, raking down his back and chest, squeezing his biceps and hips, before slipping under the hem of his robes.

The second your fingers close around the hard length straining at his boxers, Remus's fingers are on your bare thighs, hitching your own robes up to your hips, as if he's been waiting for permission to touch you all this time.

"Robes- off-" you manage, in between kisses, and you part just long enough to allow Remus to tug your robes over your head, and to help him do the same. A moment later, your bra joins the pile of robes on the floor. Then he stands up- your legs tighten instinctively around his hips- and lays you down on your back on the mattress, supporting himself on his elbows in order to get a good look at you.

"What about the blood?" you ask, breathlessly, plucking at the quilt underneath you.

"That's what scouring charms are for," he says, grinning as he nuzzles your cheek.

Your answering giggle turns into a gasp as his warm hands slide along your bare skin. Remus licks and sucks at your neck as his fingers explore every inch of you, relishing in the little hums and moans you make for him, until he works up the courage to remove the last scraps of fabric separating you from him. Then he begins massaging your inner thigh as he kisses his way down your neck, fingers trembling and blood pounding in his ears.

"Remus... Aren't you forgetting something?" you pout, tugging at the waistband of his boxers, and he chuckles nervously before kicking them off.

But soon all trace of nerves are gone as you start pumping him in your closed fist, and he becomes putty in your hands, weeping precum into your palm, fingers digging into your thighs as he pushes them apart.

"Can I- try something?" he asks, squeezing your wrist with shaking fingers to get you to stop. You nod, releasing him, and lick your lips, wondering what he has in store for you.

Remus takes a moment to admire you again as he settles back on his haunches, before slowly lifting your thighs, spreading them, and positioning himself at your entrance. But instead of sliding in, he begins swirling his tip around your slit.

Fuck, that feels good.

You're so warm and slick that the tip of his cock slips in by mistake, and dips in and out of you without any resistance. You're even more sensitive than usual, and the extra moisture feels so delicious on the head of his cock that within minutes the two of you are twitching spasmodically, on the verge of release. Neither of you is going to last long, but as you watch Remus bite down on his lip, and his Adam's apple bob as he moans low in his throat, suddenly you don't care.

"Remus- please..." Your breath catches- you can't think of anything more to say- and a moment later you've stopped thinking altogether as he fills you for the first time.

It's bliss, pure and simple. Even more so when he begins to move, snapping his hips back and forth, creating delicious, slippery friction. You fit him like a glove, but even though you're tight around him he has to be careful only to pull out halfway, in case he slips out.

You can tell that exercising this control is costing Remus a lot; his brows are knitted together in concentration, as if he's studying a particularly tricky revision question, and sweat is trickling down his naked chest.

He's watching you, too; his eyes flick between your face and the place where your bodies are joined, enraptured at the sight of you beneath him. You can feel him drinking it all in: your spread thighs, your trembling breasts, your flushed cheeks and messy hair...

He groans your name, and that's when you feel a throb- a throb so deep within your core, and so unlike anything you've ever felt, that at first you're not sure if it's coming from him or you. Then you feel a tug behind your navel, not unlike the sensation of using a portkey, followed by a flood of wetness between your thighs as a fresh wave of bliss washes over you. Remus's fingers dig into your skin, and he bucks his hips several times before collapsing on top of you and burrowing his face into your neck.

You lie like that for a long time, just holding each other, revelling in one another's warmth; though you can't help but fidget a little, as slick drips from your slit, and his soft cock, still inside you, begins to firm up again, making your sensitive walls tingle.

You wonder if he'll want to go again- wonder if you could even handle it- but eventually Remus pulls out of you and rolls onto his side, propping his chin on one fist. Gazing down at you through half-lidded eyes, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and whispers, "How do you feel?"

"So good." The ache in your belly is gone, and every last muscle in your body seems to sigh with contentment at your release.

"Well, that answers my next question," Remus chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But don't get too comfortable. We'll have to clean up soon."

"Just a bit longer..." you groan, nuzzling your face into his chest. You're already dreading the walk back to your dormitory.

"Of course. I don't mind." He rolls the quilt over you and tucks it under his arm, pressing you more firmly against him. "But- best not stay too long if you want those revision notes. I, er, didn't get much done after our talk earlier."

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You're both so spent that neither of you notices the door click shut behind you, or hears the whispered exchange between James and Sirius as they tiptoe down the stairs to the common room.

"Moony, you beast..."

"You owe me ten galleons, Prongs."

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Lupin Now

When you open the door, Remus is more surprised than you- but then, Dumbledore had told you to expect him.

Clearly, Remus had not been so well informed.

His eyes fly wide, and he whispers your name like a prayer- before quickly clearing his throat, as if to erase it. "Er, how are you?" he asks, with all the forced politeness one uses when addressing a total stranger.

"I'm all right, Remus. Or should that be Professor Lupin?" you tease, managing a grin in spite of the ache in your chest.

"Just Remus, now," he says, returning the smile a little stiffly. "My teaching career was rather short-lived, I'm afraid."

Ah. Perhaps you're not as well informed as you'd thought.

"Well, come in," you say, throwing the door wide. "I'll make us a cup of tea, and we can catch up a bit before we get down to business."

You make it halfway down the corridor before you realise Remus isn't following you, and turn to see him framed in the doorway, staring at his feet. Without meeting your gaze, he mutters, "I'm... not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

Remus swings his arms, and inspects the frayed sleeve of his robes, clearly stalling for time. In fact, you get the distinct impression that he's searching for an excuse. Finally, he says, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

"Disappoint me?" you echo. You feel a sharp twist in your stomach, and something hot and prickly claws at your throat. "Disappoint me?" you repeat, louder this time. "After all these years, that's what you say to me?"

He flinches, and his face twists as if he's in pain, but he still doesn't look at you.

That does it.

You storm up to him, yank on his sleeve, and, the second he's over the threshold, shove him against the wall next to the door, which slams shut of its own accord. Remus doesn't fight you- in fact, he barely reacts at all- but he does place a hand on your shoulder, as if he's determined to keep you at arm's length.

It's insulting. You grind your teeth, resisting the urge to draw your wand.

"When you cut me out of your life the second we left Hogwarts, do you think I was disappointed? When you made sure none of my owls could find you, do you think I was disappointed? When you tried to get me kicked out of the Order, do you think I was disappointed? When I had to hear about James, and Lily, and Peter, and Sirius second-hand, do you think I was disappointed? Do you? Because I wasn't disappointed! I was bloody heartbroken!"

Silence hangs in the air between you.

Then Remus looks up, and finally meets your eyes. "I am sorry," he says. He pauses for a moment, as if to let the words sink in, before continuing, "I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I was doing what was necessary to protect you. It was a foolish notion. I see that now- and I regret it.

"But at the time, I thought that it was right, and that that fact alone justified the pain I was causing you. It was selfish of me. I told myself I was sacrificing my happiness for your safety, when in reality, I was sacrificing your happiness for my peace of mind." He gently squeezes your shoulder, and tries to extract himself from your grip. "I have no intention of asking for your forgiveness. The fact that I tried to avoid this conversation proves that I am a coward. Once we've concluded our business here, I'll make sure you never have to hear from me ag--"

You push him back against the wall, cutting him off. His arms fall limply to his sides.

"I can't believe you. You're about to make the same mistake all over again!"

Still holding your gaze, Remus takes a deep breath and slowly shakes his head. "This is diff--"

"No, it isn't! You're making it seem like you're doing this for me, but this isn't what I want! I've never..." Suddenly, a terrible thought occurs to you, and your fingers curl reflexively into the front of his robes. "Unless... it's what you want?"

He hesitates for only a fraction of a second before answering. "It is."

The words pierce your heart like shards of ice- but you have to be sure. Swallowing thickly, your eyes desperately searching his, you force your numb lips to form the question. "You... don't want to be with me... like we used to... anymore?"

Remus stiffens, and you could swear you feel his pulse skip under your fingers. But his reply is as cold as it is resolute. "No."

"I... I see."

Your heart drops like a stone in your chest. You're not sure if he's being honest with you, but you decide that it doesn't matter anymore. If this is how he wants it, then so be it. You've made up your mind, as well- on two counts.

The first, you retrieve from its clever hiding place in your kitchen. It's a delicate charm bracelet, from which dangle three tiny phials, each brimming with a pearly substance that is neither gas nor liquid. You grab Remus's hand, still hanging limply by his side, and coil it into his palm.

"This is everything I can tell you about the Department of Mysteries. I hope it helps."

Now your Order business is concluded.

As for the second count...

You wait until Remus has tucked the phials safely into his briefcase. Then you splay a hand on his stomach, and spear him with a look so intense that you feel him freeze up under your fingertips.

"When was your last time?"

It takes Remus half a second to catch your meaning. When it dawns on him, his mouth forms a small 'o', and at length he replies, so quietly that you have to read the words off of his lips to make them out, "Seventh year. Right before the end-of-term feast."

Your answer exactly.

So, he hasn't had anyone since you, either. Which means- if your memory of his libido is anything to go by- Remus must be as touch-starved as you are.

"Spend the night."

To your surprise, he places a hand over the one splayed on his stomach. You lace your fingers with his, and he doesn't pull away.

"Please."

But then Remus laughs bitterly and shakes his head. "I cant. Tonight's the full moon." He cups your cheek with his free hand, and his thumb strokes the fullness of your lower lip. "I'll have to lock myself away."

You sigh and lean into his touch, wishing you could be there for him, that he didn't have to go through it alone. But you know he wouldn't want you to see him in that form. So instead of offering, you ask, "Do you have the potion with you?"

He answers with a curt nod. You can't help but notice that his hands still haven't left you.

He wants you.

No, scratch that- he needs you. You can see it in his eyes. Try as he might to hide it, you know that look all too well.

But you also know that he doesn't trust himself enough to be close to anyone right before the full moon. You never did make love during the week leading up to the transformation; he was always careful to put some distance between the two of you, and you respected that distance, knowing that he would close the gap the moment the lunar cycle began anew.

The question is, what will Remus say now? He's already denied himself the chance to be with you. Will he really deny himself this, as well?

You lick your lips, deciding to make this your final push. You've made up your mind- it's time for him to make up his.

"It's still early. You could stay until you need to take it, then disapparate. Or... we could make it quick."

He hesitates. The fingers laced with yours spasm, as if he's on the verge of pulling them away- but his other hand betrays him, thumb gently tugging on your lower lip.

"Do you still remember our first time?" you ask, before you can stop yourself.

"Of course," Remus says, a little too quickly. A flush creeps up his neck, and he clears his throat before continuing. "We were... rather irresponsible." He swallows, and his eyes briefly dart down to your mouth, before flicking back up to meet your gaze. "I suppose nothing's changed."

And, without giving you a chance to process this, he crashes his lips to yours.

There's no preamble, no more hesitation. Your tongues dance, and your fingers waste no time in getting reacquainted with every inch of skin they can reach; seeking out the similarities, and revelling in the changes.

This Remus isn't all that different from the one in your memory, except for his features,(he's aged quite a bit), and the fact that he's a little underweight for his stature. He also has more scars than you remember, more lean muscle, too; and he's bigger, in more ways than one.

You've probably changed more than he has, and you feel his calloused palms and fingers appreciate every last detail, everything that you are- everything that you've become in his absence.

Remus is the first to strip, kicking off his shoes and breaking the kiss just long enough to tear off his robes. Yours come off next, and any remaining scraps of fabric are left in place, to be pulled roughly aside whenever they get in the way.

You throw your arms around his neck, and he picks you up at the waist, spinning you around to press your back against the wall. Squeezing his hips with your thighs, you reach in between your bodies to grip his cock, pulling back just enough to be able to watch his expression as you touch him. Remus's eyes are dark with lust, his breathing ragged- you've never seen such a look of intense desire.

And it's all for you.

Biting your lip, you rub the head of his cock around your slit. He's painfully hard, leaking precum onto your palm. It feels so good- even better than you remember. You could come for him, just like this.

But Remus groans and clutches your wrist. "Mmph. Best stop that- if you want me to last."

So you lean up and brush your nose against his, nibbling on his lower lip and teasing his tongue with yours as you slowly fill yourself up with his cock. You're dripping wet for him, so it doesn't hurt, and any twinge of discomfort is quickly drowned out by the pleasure of being stretched.

It starts off slow, as Remus matches every thrust with a sweet kiss, a sweet caress- but it's not long before you find yourself bouncing up and down on his cock.

He fucks you senseless, and you ride him for all you're worth. It's like you're venting your frustrations together- or maybe on each other. But there's no anger or hatred between the two of you; just understanding. Longing. Need. Years and years of it, pent-up and begging for release.

It's delicious. Intoxicating. He fills you to the brim, rubbing places your fingers could never reach. You come quickly- too quickly- but Remus holds himself back, gently rocking his hips as he kisses you down from your high.

Then he carries you into your bedroom, (the door standing open on your right), and lays you down on the bed. For a heartbeat, you think it's over- that he's just going to leave you there. But then he settles himself on the floor between your legs, tugs your ankles over his shoulders, and buries his face between your thighs.

"Remus- fuck-"

Remus has always been good with his mouth. He's so eager to taste you- so eager to devour you. He kisses your slit, open-mouthed, no differently to how he claimed your lips; spreading your folds with his tongue and swirling it inside you, sucking on your clit...You run your fingers through his hair, digging your nails into his scalp, torn between holding his head in place and pulling it away. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, and your thighs are shuddering uncontrollably.

Then, just when you think you can't handle it anymore, Remus stands up, rests one knee on the edge of the bed, and slides his cock back inside you.

Your breath hisses through your teeth, but the pain soon fades as he picks up the pace, rubbing your clit and rolling his hips with every thrust.

Finally, you feel a gush of warmth, and Remus judders to a stop, his eyes boring into yours as he groans your name. That's all it takes for you to come undone a second time, and you're still twitching in pleasure as he slumps forward onto your chest.

You wrap your arms around him, eyes fluttering closed. It almost feels like you could be back in the boy's dormitory in Gryffindor tower, taking advantage of your alone time in his four-poster.

"I've missed you." The words spill from your lips before you can hold them back, but you instantly regret them as Remus freezes up again.

"I..." There's so much he wishes he could say, but to do so would mean going back on everything he's said, and undoing the choice he made all those years ago. The choice he reaffirmed the instant you answered the door.

So Remus swallows the words he was going to say, and replaces them with, "I have to go."

Even though you knew this was coming, it still hurts. You pull your arms away from him and roll onto your side, hugging yourself instead. Then, without looking at him, you tilt your head in the direction of the front door. "Lock it behind you for me, will you?"

Remus nods and pulls himself to his feet. He ducks out of the room, dresses quickly and cleans himself up with a wave of his wand. Then he comes back in and gently covers you with your duvet.

"Take care," he murmurs, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"You, too."

You hear the front door close, and a faint rap on the wood as Remus taps it with his wand, followed by the sound of the lock sliding into place of its own accord.

Then there's a loud crack, and just like that, he's gone.

#reader x Remus Lupin #reader insert #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin smut #remus x reader

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itz-wanderer · 1 year

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What would Majima do for his s/o on Valentines day (sfw and nsfw if you do that)?

This is my first time writing NSFW so I'm keeping this light, not too explicit because I'm still trynna figure it out ,sorry if this isn't what you expect but I'll do better at it next time, in the meanwhile

Hope you enjoy this one! 💛

What Majima would do on Valentine’s (SFW + NSFW)

- He shows you a lot of affection everyday so he doesn’t really understand why Valentine’s is so special, but when he sees you all excited, he decides to make it special for you. He’d be a lot more affectionate and very touchy when the day comes, always finding ways to romantically touch you as much as he could. His memories can be spotty at times but of course he remembers your favorite thing to do and he’ll do whatever you want whether it be shopping or anything else.

- He surely tries to prank you by giving you fake chocolates but gives you the real chocolates right after that while laughing at your frowning face. “Quit yer frowning, won’t cha? Day’s still too young for it” and he ruffles your hair.

- Anything you want, you name it and he’ll get it for you. Going to the cinema, binge watching some romcom movies in his house while both snuggling under the same blanket, going on a shopping trip, or just walking around the town, everything’s okay for him as long as it's with you.

- As much as he wants this day to be peaceful and all about you, there are always people who want to pick a fight with him on the street for whatever the reason is and when you send him a disapproving glare, he’ll tone it down and say they’re lucky he’s in a good mood today and is willing to spare them this time.

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- Just like how you expect him to be, he’s very touchy and tries to hold you close every time, whether it’s holding your waist, hands, or grazing his hands on your upper thigh when you’re sitting. It sure sends shivers down your spine from the thrill when he does that in a public setting under the table with your friends sitting right in front of you.

- He’ll grab you by the waist only to pull you closer without anybody noticing. He likes whispering naughty little things behind your ear once in a while which flushes your cheeks the reddest when he pulls back chuckling to see your reaction.

- Not on purpose but you’re a thousand percent sure that your female friends are jealous of how close and intimate of a relationship you have with him and how he literally craves every inch of you no matter where y’all go.

- They tell you how awkward and how they feel like a third wheel whenever they’re out with you both. They certainly express how single they feel when after the dinner at a restaurant you both go your ways and when they peek back to say “see you later”, they just notice Majima trying to get close and kiss your neck as you both enter a love hotel.

- One he has had a fill of you, more like “fill in you”, he yearns to hold you tight in his arms as you both lay naked sharing each other’s warmth. You can smell his intoxicating perfume making you want to lick his sweat trickling off his neck but you try to hold yourself back when suddenly you’re greeted with an unexpected but a very wholesome kiss on your forehead.

- That is what makes all your worries wash away. In that moment, with your face buried in his chest, that's it! That is all you could ever ask for. You wished that the world would just pause forever but if only wishes like these came true… You fell asleep right in his arms with just a blanket covering your naked bodies.

- Mornings are something you always look forward to, he would already have your breakfast ready in bed making sure you do the least of the chores. When you try to baby talk him saying you dont wanna get up, he would take the initiative to lift you up in his strong arms and take you to the bathroom to freshen up for the day!

- It’s like he is addicted to you and he will take every step to close in and hell if he wants that kiss he sure as hell will be taking it no matter what making your mouth a mess before he leaves for work as you wish him luck for the day while you wipe off your drool to do other chores.

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#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #majima goro #reader insert #yakuza #yakuza headcanons #goro majima x reader #x reader #yakuza imagines #yakuza series #anon.asks #goro majima #yakuza kiwami #fanfics

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sapphic-sundry · 2 months

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I HAD A THOUGHT

so I'm abrosexual.

today I was feeling bisexual for the first time IN AGES. like you don't understand how rare that is for me. I messaged this to my friend, who was busy at the time.

then, I had to go out into the real world to do an errand. sad, I know.

when I got home, I messaged my friend again. "home safe. feeling less bisexual by the minute."

my friend then answered back, saying "what does that even mean?"

and I was like, oh my gosh, people won't understand what that means. BUT THEN I HAD A THOUGHT. A METAPHOR THOUGHT.

this is how people usually explain abrosexual:

it's similar to being bisexual, in that it's fluid. but sometimes you can be pan, or ace, or only attracted to one gender, etc. it's like genderfluid but for sexuality.

which is a good explanation! it is! but I thought of a better one.

imagine you've been cursed. (by an evil wizard or fae trickster or old god, whichever you prefer. the origin of the curse is not the point.) (i am not at all saying being abrosexual is a curse, this is just a metaphor to explain it.)

imagine that the curse is that your tastebuds are ever-changing. y'know how like when you get older, you enjoy new things, or maybe hate things you used to love? imagine that's what's happening to your tastebuds, on a daily basis.

you crave different things. sometimes you crave ice cream, or vegetables, or both, or nothing at all.

it's infuriating, because you can't control it.

imagine you have a favorite food. one from before the curse, something you've loved since you were young. let's say it's Reese's peanut butter cups.

HOWEVER. this spell has ruined your tastebuds. for a while now, you've only been craving peanut butter. you stare longingly at chocolate, for you love it. but when you try to eat it, it just doesn't taste right. the joy isn't there. in the past, it has been the opposite. you crave chocolate, but not peanut butter. or even sometimes, you crave nothing at all.

but one shining morning, you wake up craving both. it's a euphoric moment. you say to yourself, I'm going to have a peanut butter cup today. I'm going to enjoy it so much.

but before you can, you get busy. have stuff to do. before you know it, when you're finally done, you think about that peanut butter cup again. you head to a vending machine. then, as you punch in the numbers, you realize something. your craving is dwindling. your stomach drops. you know if you don't hurry, it won't taste good. it will simply be bland. you put the food to your mouth, and - it's too late. you've stopped enjoying chocolate the way you could have. you die inside, a little.

in this metaphor, craving chocolate is attraction to women. craving peanut butter is attraction to men. craving reese's is attraction to both (feeling bisexual.) craving nothing is attraction to no one (feeling asexual.)

this is a horrible metaphor as it equates being asexual/aromantic to not having taste, which is simply untrue. aspec ppl have great taste! they can still have attraction in many ways, and can enjoy things like food, fashion, dragons, and unicorns.

BUT I think it gets the point across.

being abrosexual is like craving different things in an unpredictable way. sometimes it can be really frustrating, and complicated, and downright confusing. a lot of internalized phobia and imposter syndrome is involved.

for me, I consider myself Sapphic, as I love women very much. they're incredible. however, I don't always feel attraction to them the way I'd like to. usually, I find myself drawn more to men, even though I could never really see myself dating one (that isn't fictional.)

so yeah, for anyone wondering, I hope this helps.

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twbutterfly-milk · 7 days

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youve already been asked the 5 happy thingy by someone else, HOWEVER i feel like i should still ask something!!! So uhhh how are you doing today? anything exciting happen lately?? :]

TW here for mentions of ED as i just noticed this doesn't sound as fine as it feels and it could be really triggering for some people rn so here's a cute animal to make ur day better and please swipe away if ur triggered by this stuff, stay safe pls ♡

I've been bloated for like 5 days, and i spent the night puking and my heart rate is lower than normal, and the bloat sucks and is rly painful. even aesthetically. i can't stand looking at myself in the mirror, but i got these 45cal lemon, lime and orange ice lollies to curb my craving for ice (can't tell wether it's due to dehydration or anemia) and i also got sugar free jello (10kcal/pot), and my grandpa bought me protein shakes but they're chocolate flavour and kind of high cal, i wouldn't mind adding a little into my oatmeal in the mornings i do eat so it's fine ig. But i checked today and i'm pretty sure i'm at like 47/46kg (104/101lbs, the scale is a little off so i can't be certain), this would be good if i didn't have a nutritionist appointment soon (i'll prob be like 43/ 44kg by then. Help; she'll know i haven't been following the meal plan, i could always just chug 1.5L water in the morning and then right before the appointment too?)

In summary, there are good and bad things but i'm keeping my head held high and staying positive. Life's a bit hectic but i'm all good rn. If we could dm, would be awesome as having some privacy and not saying everything on the blog would be very well appreciated.

#ed relapse #ed dairy #an0rec1a #bulim14 #ed but not ed sheeran #bulimima #ana advice #ed rant #ana buddie #ana miaa

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limnall · 1 month

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9 Fandom peeps to get to know better

I was tagged by @myulalie, thanks! 🧡

3 ships you like: I'm only really in the Alex Rider fandom at the moment so Yalex, Yassen/John, Yassen/Ian (notice a theme? 😅)

First Ship Ever: Possibly Ten and Rose? Or Mulder and Scully? I've been shipping a looong time so it's hard to remember

Last Song You Heard: Oleander by Mother Mother

Currently Reading: Russian Roulette

Currently Watching: Dark. Partway through season 2, so good!

Currently Consuming: just finished a salted caramel hot chocolate 😋

Currently Craving: water or bubble tea...guess I'm dehydrated today 😅

Tagging: @moviemuncherao3, @icebluecyanide, @archerofunspeakablelove, @too-many-rooks, @lastlymatt, @strangesoulmates, @rirren, @lolli-says-stuff, @known-concepts

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look-i-love-u · 6 months

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Weekly Tag Game(s)

I am soooo late. I'm later than late. I'm fucking atrociously late to do these. But maybe you'll still want to read my replies`?! Maybe? I got tagged by so many amazingly lovely people: @juliakayyy, @guinguin1984 , @ardent-fox, @ian-galagher, @francesroserecs, @surviving-maybe, @suzy-queued, @energievie, @creepkinginc, @deathclassic, @iansw0rld, @michellemisfit

Name: Vey

Where in the world are you? Germany

Do you have a favorite towel? No

Can you skip rocks? I can. On a really good day.

Tell me about a weird slang term from your area: Arschgeige (I'll let you figure that one out yourself)

Favorite toast topping: butter and marmelade

Thoughts on bread pudding: Never had it

City or country living? City

How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? Cuddling my dog

Are you a pessimist or an optimist? I'm trying to counter my pessimistic nature with undying optimism. Works sometimes. Not always.

Can I tag you in random stuff? Definitely! Please do.

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Name: Vey

Age: in my thirties

Favourite colour: Clothes: Black, lipstick: pink

What emoji best describes your current mood? Unfortunately it’s 😑

What season is it where you are right now? Autumn

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? Before

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? Nope

Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? Carve. But painting is fun too.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? I don't know what pumpkin-spice is. I do love pumpkin bread and waffles. But those are made with the real thing.

What's your favorite season and what's your favourite pie that you associate with it? Spring. And Strawberry cake. Pie isn't really a thing here.

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? couscous salad and aioli

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? black tea or hot chocolate

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? I don't celebrate Halloween

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? Ehm... I made a pretty good pasta bake the other day. I finished reading a book. I started a new crocheting project. I finally managed to send off Evie's birthday present.

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🔤 Name: Vey

🎶 Last song you listened to: In a Crowd of Thousands - Reinaeiry feat. Chloe Breez

🎵 Artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: Not on Spotify. But usually Alexa Feser

👯‍♂️ Fave Blorbo Moment: "I just want everyone to know, I'm fucking gay."

🍟 Your guilty pleasure snack: chocolate. All the chocolate.

🌮 What food are you craving today: pizza

📖 Last fanfic tab you opened: The Unintended Consequences of Fight or Flight

🖌️ Favorite fic project you've created: Flower U-Up

👩🏼‍🎤 Next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): I don't have tattoos. I don't want one.

🧐🆓 What's living in your head rent free this week: Seducing the entire Baldur's Gate party. Oh well, just Baldur's Gate in general.

#personal #phew...that was a lot #tagging game #Q&A

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fantasies2paper · 2 years

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Aizawa was sitting at the dining room table in the living room grading papers. His hair was half up giving me a good look at his profile from where I sat across the room, openly gawking at him. The sleeves of his grey shirt were rolled up, exposing strong forearms and ending in long lithe fingers.

He'd been so tired from teaching at UA and being a pro hero this was the first time I'd seen him doing regular adult tasks. I was afraid I'd spook him so I sat quietly and sketched his features. His strong jawline and dark eyes were the only thing that filled my sketch book.

I had to find other things to occupy my time since sex had pretty much left the room after he started teaching. I wasn't upset about it, just a little sexually frustrated but it wasn't anything a few batteries and an Aizawa spank bank didn't fix. So my drawings eventually got very good.

The oven beeped to tell me it was ready and preheated so I set my sketchbook down on the kitchen table and started putting dinner together. Placing my earbuds in my ear I absently danced around the kitchen as I chopped potatoes and marinated steak. The next song started with a slow sensual beat as I placed the potatoes in the oven.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my hip before Aizawa took an earbud out of my ear. "Oh shit, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't bother you did I?"

He'd placed the earbud in his own ear as he still moved my hips with the music, his own movements mirroring my own. His eyes were closed and he was humming along with the tune, so I did the same and continued moving my body. He followed every roll and swivel of my hips, glad I'd chosen yoga pants as I could feel him pressed against me.

"You didn't interrupt me, y/n," he said quietly as the song ended, leaning down to brush his lips against my neck. "I just didn't want to let a beautiful woman dance by herself. What are you making, kitten?"

It had been awhile since I'd heard him call me that and it went straight to my core. His voice always had a way of stroking my deep secret places. It was like melted chocolate or a warm cozy fireplace during a cold snowy night. I rubbed the gooseflesh on my arm.

"You finished grading all your papers?" I replied, my mouth suddenly very dry. "I think I'll do some grilled steak once the potatoes are close to being done. I had a taste for meat today."

"I can help with that craving, kitten." He said in between each kiss he placed on my neck, grinding into me with the rhythm of the next song that was coming through the earbuds. "I've been neglecting my kitten for too long and it's time to rectify that. You've been so patient with me even though we both know I don't deserve your time and attention."

"Mmm you do deserve me so stop being silly," I commented softly. My eyelids fluttered closed when his warm breath ghosted across my skin and I reached my hand up to grab his hair. His fingers tightened on my hips as I grinded against his hard body. "You also haven't been neglecting me, Shouta. Why would you think that?"

His strong forearm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. Following the beat of the song with his hips flush against mine was really clouding my mind. He'd always had that effect on me but it had been a few months so it somehow seemed more potent. I could feel the heat rolling off his body and warm my skin, my nipples hardening against the thin f/c tank top. I almost didn't notice as he turned off the oven and stove, a tingle shot through me at the implications.

"I found your toy in the bedroom. I think it's really sexy." He growled softly before dragging his tongue up the curve of my neck before blowing on it gently. "When did my kitten use that sinful little toy? While I was gone protecting the city? Or maybe while I was at UA you were home with that toy deep inside of you, moaning my name?"

He smelled so good. A heady dark scent like woods and just pure man. It was distracting me and coupled with the heat from his hard body and his growl in my ear if someone asked where I was I don't think I could've answered.

"Sometimes." I answered honestly, my lips were parted and I was panting softly while I tried to focus on his questions. "Sometimes we would be in bed and I wouldn't want to wake you so I would slowly fuck myself with it."

I felt his arm around my waist flex at my admittance and his other hand reached up to grab my breasts through my shirt, tugging at my nipples. My pants were getting deeper and I could feel him hot and heavy against the curve of my ass. I could cum right here, just like this if he didn't stop playing with me.

"Mm I'm sorry I didn't realize how badly you needed me, kitten." He spun me around to face him, one hand pressing against my lower back and the other squeezing my ass. "Look at you, already putty in my hands aren't you? Let me kiss it better, kitten."

His soft lips pressed against mine and my core clenched, soaking my panties. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I slid my tongue into his mouth, humming softly at his sweet taste. His tongue swirled around mine before sucking on it softly, gripping my ass roughly in his hand. He greedily swallowed my moans while he kissed me, hot desire clenching in my lower belly almost painfully.

Shouta pulled away so I could breath, his lips trailing down my chin to my neck. It took a second for my brain to kick back on and listen to what he said.

"It's not your fault," I gasped out as his teeth grazed my neck. "You're keeping everyone safe and teaching new heroes. Don't worry about me, daddy."

My fingers found their way in his hair as he bit my neck, making me cry out. He was right though. I was completely putty in his hands. If he stepped away from me right now I would've fallen to the floor. I felt my back press against the kitchen wall, not knowing when we moved.

The sound of ripping fabric went straight to my core as he tore my shirt off of my body. I would've chastised him but I couldn't find a single fuck to give at that moment. I settled with grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off in one swift move, biting my lip at the sight of his hard body. His muscles had gotten more defined since I'd last seen him, all the extra training with the students and his normal pro hero regimen clearly working in his favor and mine.

"I love when you look at me like that, kitten." He groaned softly, his hands tugging and pinching my nipples. "Show me how much you missed me."

"Gladly."

I kissed my way down his chest, dragging my tongue along every line and curve of the muscles on his chest. Hooking my fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants, I settled myself on my knees and kissed just under his belly button. I slowly revealed more of himself to me as if I was unwrapping a present slowly to savor the moment.

Once I finally had his pants out of my way I placed a kiss on the head of his cock. The long thick shaft was already impossibly hard and licked the tip to collect the thick, creamy precum that gathered at the tip. I noticed the music continuing to play in my ear. The beat was slow but steady giving me the idea to follow the tempo.

I slid my hands up his thighs, lightly dragging my nails against his skin as I slid him into my mouth. He groaned long and low, his fingers moving to my hair. I slowly bobbed my head to the sensual beat, swirling my tongue around the tip on every up stroke. I gripped his ass to help control the pace as I felt his body tense up.

I had no intention of letting up. I planned on savoring every noise, taste, and feeling as I bobbed my head slowly. My core ached for him to fill me up while I clenched around nothing. Both of his hands tightened in my hair as his moans grew louder.

"Don't swallow your milk, kitten." He growled out through clenched teeth, his head falling back as a deep moan left his throat. It was my only warning before his cum coated the inside of my mouth, hot and thick. I moaned softly at the taste, sucking his cock clean before looking up at him. "Show me what a good little kitten you are."

I opened my mouth, moving his cum around on my tongue. Shouta had a way of making me think about only pleasing him, embarrassment be damned. He bit his lip as he watched me play with my food, his eyes growing darker from lust.

"What a pretty fucking kitten you are. I think I should walk you upstairs." He said slowly, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips as his scarf floated around me. The fabric secured one end around my throat and the other was securely in Shouta's hand. "Take your pants off….leave your pretty f/c panties."

I did as I was told, not being able to remove my pants fast enough. After I took off the offending fabric I got on my hands and knees, excited for what was coming next when the sexy male towering above me pulled on the makeshift leash. I meowed softly and began crawling beside him, my hips swaying side to side slowly.

Shouta let me lead the way, my panties soaked and clinging to my sex as I felt his eyes on me. Low growls left him as he leaned down to caress my ass before smacking it, a sharp sting tingling the abused cheek.

"Such a good kitten deserves a reward." He growled out approvingly as I crossed the threshold to the bedroom we shared. Pulling me to a stop, his palm cupped my sex roughly. "I think I wanna string you up, kitty. With your legs spread so lewdly." He dragged his tongue up my cheek, slowly. "I think I should fuck you with your naughty toy while I bite that pretty clit." He pressed his palm more firmly against me making me mewl, pitifully. "Then I want to pump you so full of my hot milk you have my pups. I want to watch my hot milk slide out of your slutty hole until your crying, kitten."

I was squirming at his words, desperate for his hand to move against me. I tried my best to beg around the delicious cum that filled my mouth.

He chuckled softly at my attempts before he lifted me up. His scarf attached to hooks we had placed in the ceiling, for obvious reasons, draping to create our own person swing. He set me down on the swing before moving over to the dresser where he retrieved my toy and the choke collar he had made for me.

I watched him as he fastened the collar around my neck, the anticipation making my clit twitch. Shouta trailed his fingers down my neck to my breasts, pinching and tugging on my nipples and earning a throaty moan from me.

"Keep my milk in your mouth, kitten, or I'll leave you just like this with no relief." Shouta teased before nipping at my skin with his teeth.

I had no time to respond before feeling the tip of the dildo slide up and down my slit, parting my lips achingly slow. A strained sound left my throat as I watched Shouta, his eyes fixed on my sex as his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips. He locked eyes with me before a slow smile spread across his face as he leaned in. He made sure I was watching him as his tongue flicked against my clit.

Sparks lit underneath my skin at the touch, nearly making me swallow his cum. I couldn't stop myself from tangling my fingers in his hair from such a small touch. I felt him chuckle before he closed his lips around my clit, sliding the toy in deep and slow at the same time.

The mewl that fell from my closed mouth sounded helpless and lewd to my ears, my thighs trembling as he sucked on my clit and fucked me. I wasn't going to last long. His wet lips sucked my clit into his wet hot mouth, his tongue abusing the small bundle of nerves as he slid the toy in and out of my body.

I nearly choked on Shouta's cum, earning an approving groan as he devoured and teased me. Pulling the toy out of me he chucked it across the room, replacing the silicone cock with his tongue. The wonderful little muscle danced and swirled inside of my hole and it took all of my control not to scream his name.

Shouta panted and moaned as if I was the best meal he'd ever had, slurping up my arousal with fervor. His fingers squeezed my thighs as he tried to bury his face farther into my sex, the stubble on his chin adding a delicious sensation.

"Swallow daddy's cum and squirt in my mouth, kitten." Shouta growled against my slit before burying his tongue as deep inside of my body as it could possibly go.

I swallowed the cum and drool before I screamed his name, my back arching as I squirted into his waiting mouth. Hearing him choke around my arousal nearly brought me to the edge again. Nipping and sucking on my inner thigh before he pulled away, the look in his eyes excited me.

His lips were shiny with my arousal. His eyes were feral and full of lust as he grabbed the chain attached to my collar and pulled me to him, his lips crashing against mine. I moaned as our flavors mingled on my tongue and his hard cock pressed against my slit. The hard length snuggled between my lower lips.

I moaned as he moved his hips back and forth, coating himself in my slickness. I purred softly against his lips, falling back into the swing and lifting my hips. Shouta was impossibly hard and hot against my wanting body, more soft mewls falling from my swollen lips.

"Does the slutty kitten want my fat cock?" He growled, still sliding back and forth with strained control. "You want it so bad your little pussy keeps trying to suck me in. You feel so fucking good."

"Pl-please, daddy." I whimpered softly. "Fuck me silly."

He grinned as if that's all he'd been waiting for and slammed into me, his loud groan mixing with my scream of bliss. He stretched me to the point of breaking, my body twitching at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck, kitten." He growled out through gritted teeth. "Such a tight fucking fit. Oh shit!"

His fingers dug into my hips, the pleasure and pain mixing until I couldn't tell the difference. He began to move, the swing helping the fluidity of his thrusts. I dragged my nails down his chest, angry red lines appearing in their wake as a feral moan tore from me. All of my sexual frustration and desire pouring out of me in that one sound, earning a hard thrust from Shouta.

"That's right, kitten. I want all of it. Give me everything you've got!" He groaned as he thrust hard into my body. He punished my pussy with his hard thrusts and I loved every second of it. A slow smile spreading across my face as I moaned my pleasure, nearly screaming as he used my body.

"Daddy yes!" I screamed as my head lolled back, one of his hands sliding up to grip my neck while the other kept a firm hold of my hips. The leverage from him holding my neck made his thrusts harder and faster, the tingles and shocks getting stronger in my slide belly. Every thrust brushed against my cervix, my legs trying to spread wider so he could get closer.

Shouta's thrusts began to become erratic, his moans growing wild and loud. His hand left my hip and slid between us so he could pinch my clit roughly sending me flying over the edge with a scream. I squirted as I came all over his hard cock, my body trembling with aftershocks. He came shortly after, moaning my name as he filled my body.

We stayed like that, panting and exhausted. After a moment he lifted my body from the swing and laid me down on the bed, snuggling beside me and covering both of us with a fluffy comforter.

"I'm not done with you, y/n," he said softly before kissing my forehead. "But you can rest for now."

"Yes, sir." I sleepily chuckled as I nuzzled against him and drifted off into a resting sleep

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