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zer0pm · 1 year

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Imagine waking up with Luis sleeping on top of you while you both take shelter from the storm.

Warning: suggestive content 🤫

A/N: editted for mistakes and added upon by just a little for your reading pleasure ;) thanks for your time

“Think it’s safe?”

“Only one way to find out. ¡Vamos! Into certain danger we go!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and groan. This man’s optimism was breathtaking, confident in his strides towards the abandoned looking house that you two discovered. You follow behind him, careful in your own steps and had your gun drawn at the ready in case of any unfriendly encounters. Thankfully, your entrance went unanswered and after a thorough search of the building, you both confirm that the coast is clear. Finally, a safe space to squat and wait out the storm.

Sighing in relief, you didn’t realize how exhausted you were until you took a seat on a rickety wooden chair in what you assumed to be the remains of a dining area. Running around avoiding countless plaga in the pouring rain took a lot of your energy and your weary state did not go unnoticed.

Luis speaks addresses you. “Why don’t you take a rest, my friend? There is a bed upstairs. I do not think the owners will mind it.”

Your brow lifts upon reflex, tempted by the idea of laying on something soft after hours of running for your life. However, the consideration of well-being for your present company outweighed your desire to address your own. So you counter him, “And what about you? You look just as bad as I do.”

The man dismisses your suggestion with a wave of his hand, “I’ll keep watch. Make sure no scary monsters come bumping in the night. No te preocupes, I’ll be fine.”

Always the gentleman this one.

Still, you weren’t going to let him get away with it. Especially at the sight of the dark circles beneath his eyes. Chivalry be damned. You take a moment to absorb your dusty surroundings and listen closely to the weather. The two of you were lucky to even find this place amidst the pouring rain and you were certain there wouldn’t be any uninvited guests coming in to hack you both into pieces anytime soon with how bad this storm is raging.

“Pretty sure we’re safe here, Luis. Can’t see anything in this damn rain and place looks like it hasn’t been occupied in ages. Plus, with Leon Kennedy roaming about, think Saddler is commanding his minions to focus more on him than us.” You wave your finger around the air, figuratively drawing the argument back at him. “So if you need some shut-eye too, I was told there’s a bed upstairs.”

Luis chuckles breathlessly, evidently amused at how you effectively countered him. He then hums aloud, seemingly taking your reasoning with careful consideration before a coy smile curves upon his handsome face.

“Qué lindo. So stubborn just to get me to lie with you.”

The color drains from your face in an instant.

“Now hold on a minute-“

The man cuts you off with a rambunctious laugh. “You’re much too easy to tease, my friend. Very well, then. You win!” he says with an affirmative clap before making his way to the stairs. Halfway up, he stops in his tracks to look down at you. “Well? You coming?”

You wait to see if he would follow up with further teasing. When he didn’t, you wordlessly got up from the chair and joined him. As he said, there is indeed a bed on the far wall of the room. Like the rest of the house, it looks like it had seen better days but neither of you were in a position to be picky especially when sleep was beckoning. You approach the bed and lift the sheets off, dusting as much as you can before setting it back down and doing the same for the pillows. The bed was big enough for two people, so it should be fine to share without worrying about bumping into one another in your sleep.

“There,” you huff, satisfied with how you prepared the bed. “Is there a side you prefe-“

Your voice catches in your throat when you turn around and take in the sight of Luis’ bare back. It was only when you see him fidgeting with the zipper of his pants did you find it again.

“What are you doing?!” you practically screech.

The dark-haired man glances casually at you over his broad shoulder, not at all bothered by your sharp tone.

“What does it look like? I’m making myself comfortable,” shrugs Luis. “I suggest you do the same. You’ll get sick if you sleep in wet clothes.”

The desire to argue for the sake of arguing was strong, but you found yourself distracted by his physique. For a man who claims to be just a “simple researcher”, he is pretty cut. The definitions of his muscles are both impressive and pleasing to the eye. It didn’t help that the man is devilishly good-looking as well, not that you will ever say that out loud. The man’s ego was big enough as it is.

If you were taking too long to speak up, Luis didn’t say. He turned his head away from your direction. “I won’t look, prometo. And I’ll take the left side. Muchas gracias.”

A man of his word, Luis did not once look your way as he wordlessly went to his side of the bed and slips himself beneath the sheets. After a moment of inner conflict, you heed his advice and strip yourself down to your underwear as well, taking your clothes and his to hang off the stair railing. Finally reaching the bed, you see that Luis was still lying on his side. The heavy breathing your ears pick up suggests that he’s fast asleep. Although your heart was beating frantically, you settle under the covers as well. Your form mirroring his with your back towards him. Sleep came quickly.

You’re not sure how much time has passed when you woke up, you only know that it is still storming outside… and Luis Serra is on top of you.

His whole body is practically draped over yours. He partially lied with his chest both against the bed and on your side. The heavy weight of his right arm was wrapped around your middle with his hand resting almost possessively on your hip. You can feel his breath fan against your neck, leaving warm, lingering tingles upon your skin. It suddenly felt impossibly hot in this chilly room.

You didn’t need to see the man’s face to know he is still sleeping, snoring soundly against your ear. Careful not to wake him, you tried to move away. However, the moment you fidgeted, Lus stirs and his hand moves from your hip to your shoulder, effectively keeping you in place.

Well, then. This is awkward.

The idea of waking him up came to mind but you thought better against it. Why embarrass you both and deny the other some meaningful rest? That was the excuse you came up with as you feel the man nuzzle against your neck and shoulder. The scratch of his facial hair feeling wonderful against your skin. An involuntary sigh of pleasure escapes your mouth and you had to bite your bottom lip to stop more from coming out. You needed to pull yourself together. The man is sleeping, for god’s sake, and here you were, getting hot and bothered.

Just as you were about to accept your situation with grace, you feel Luis move once more. Followed by a lethargic groan, he twists until he is on his back, withdrawing his hand from your person until it rested on his sculpted abdomen. His eyes are still closed. His expression is peaceful, absent of the coquettish mask he usually wears. The man looks impossibly beautiful like this and you found yourself reaching a curious hand towards his face. You manage to stop right before his cheek, mesmerized by his sleeping form. If lives weren’t on the line, you’d watch him forever.

“How long have you been awake?”

The sound of his thick accent made you jolt, retreating your hand back to your side. You almost thought you were imagining Luis’ voice until your eyes catch the flutter of his lashes. Grey eyes peeking in your direction.

Unable to think of anything better to say, you candidly answer back, “How long have you?”

The Spaniard grins wryly. “Tocado. Point taken.”

He turns his head, his expression telling that the man is well-rested and now focused entirely on you. There was something in his eyes that you cannot place. Or more accurately, there was an emotion within them that you recognized all too well as you were certain you had the same burning in yours but dared not to acknowledge our loud. You mimic his movements, ensnared by his magnetic gaze. When he turned his body so that he was completely facing you, you did the same. Neither of you have broken eye contact. In the corner of your vision, you see him lift his hand until it hovered over your hip at the exact same spot it was before. Luis doesn’t lower it, however, his eyes silently asking for your permission. A slight nod from you was the sign he was waiting for and you are graced by his warm touch once more.

His thumb caresses soft patterns against your hip bone, teasing the skin beneath the band of your underwear. Your breath hitches, his subtle touches already stirring something fierce inside you.

“¡Mierda! Don’t make that face.” the man growls, wearing a serious, pained expression. You blink in confusion. Instead of elaborating right away, Luis earnestly squeezes your hip, earning a wanton gasp from your mouth, and pulls you in against him by the curve of your back.

“If you keep looking at me like that, mi amor,” he says through gritted teeth, his hot breath mingling with yours. “I won’t be able to savor you slowly.”

That undid you.

You weren’t sure which of you two closed the distance. While the storm was pouring freezing rain outside, you and Luis kept one another plenty warm inside.

A/N: Thanks for reading. You can find the next (Rated M) part here ;)

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thebramblewood · 2 months

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This scene is purely for the fluff and not portentous at all. 🙃

Previous / Next

Caleb: Are you sure you can't just stay home?

Morgyn: The new cohort of acolytes begins today, and there's a Council meeting. Faba would kill me.

Caleb: I'd like to see her try.

Morgyn: It's easier to let her believe she has the upper hand. To her, I'm still that baby spellcaster asking too many questions on the first day of class.

Caleb: The only person whose baby you are is mine.

Morgyn: God, you're a walking Harlequin romance sometimes. [weakly] No, Caleb, we can't! [laughing] I have to get ready! You're dangerously close to my lips right now.

Caleb: So what are you going to do about it?

Morgyn: Okay, okay, enough!

Caleb: Just one more kiss.

Morgyn: You're relentless!

Caleb: Hurry back, love. I'm not finished with you.

Caleb: What am I going to do without you all day?

Morgyn: [mock sighs] Babe, you somehow made it through a century without me. I think you'll manage. Close your eyes for a minute.

Caleb: Morgyn-

Morgyn: Just do it. Now repeat. I am not going away forever.

Caleb: You are not going away forever.

Morgyn: I will be back later tonight.

Caleb: You will be back later tonight.

Morgyn: I promise.

Caleb: I promise.

Caleb: I think I'll make you dinner. I'm getting better at it! And Grace loaned me some new recipe books to try.

Morgyn: That sounds lovely, darling.

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #sims 4 story #simblr #story: hzid #caleb vatore #morgyn ember #sim spice #sims spice #early today because WHY NOT #thanks to my inability to be concise you can savor this sweet moment before the next post hits us like a ton of bricks #p.s. morgyn wears one of caleb's old shirts to bed 😭#also look at caleb in that last one... what a puppy dog

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fuckmeyer · 1 year

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Edward realistically had to throw up on his wedding day. what else can he do? he's up there on that bridal party table, center of attention, eating his first meal as a married man with his wife, plates are like $100000 per head so it's too suspicious to not eat, PLUS you know those wedding guests are doing some clinkety clink clink action on their glasses to get Edward & Bella to kiss like every 5 mins. never a moment's peace! it's all a constant ruse! & when all was said & done my man was probably up there in an airplane lavatory 30,000 feet in the air on his way to Rio just blowing chunks of chicken cordon bleu & wedding cake thinking it was still the best day of his life. fucking lol

#i bet he got major shit from his siblings too - like damn dude hope cooked spiced dead animal flesh was worth it LOL #hey yknow what? props. he's walkin thru hell and back to marry & bed the girl of his dreams. god gives his toughest battles etc etc #twilight #twilight headcanon #the twilight saga #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #edward cullen #bella swan #breaking dawn

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becca-e-barnes · 16 days

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I think too much in real life to fully let myself enjoy some activities so I'm going to live vicariously through the characters I write 🙃

He's here for pleasure. You're not under any illusion about his intentions. Sure, he'll let you snuggle up beside him afterwards, playing with the little soft curls on his chest. He'll kiss your forehead and smooth your hair and you'll laugh together about the silliest things but it's no secret that it's the sex that keeps him coming back.

Secretly, it's exactly what you need too. It works well for both of you. You get someone who has the confidence and experience to show you things you didn't even think you'd be into and you get to simply enjoy the way he gets off on pleasuring you. There's no need to feel shy around a man who's told you his secret filthy fantasies.

"What's one thing you've always wanted to do but have never had a chance to?" You probe one evening, taking your necklace off and placing it on the bedside table, well aware he's probably wearing more of your lipgloss that you are after the way he greeted you at the hotel room door.

You hop onto the bed to take your shoes off, enjoying how the mattress bounces you slightly.

He doesn't answer right away, pouring two glasses of a sweet, chilled Riesling before handing one to you. You take a sip, trying not to put him under pressure but the time he's taking to consider your question makes you even more curious.

"If I tell you, I'd like you to try it with me. So how badly do you want to know?" He stands in front of you and places the glass to his lips and in that moment, you couldn't want anything more than you want to fulfil a fantasy for him. You want to be something he's never had and offer him opportunities to enjoy your body that he might never have again.

"Tell me. We'll do it." You hardly even have to think about it.

"I'd like to lick you. All of you. Run my tongue all over your body. Find what makes you shiver. Find what makes you moan. Find the places that are so ticklish you need me to stop. I want to lick all the places you've never been licked before. If you'll let me." He really could make anything sound appealing.

Excitement fizzles in your core and a real desperation begins to build. Just being around this man makes you wet so you can't help the fact you're ready for him already.

"If that's what you want to do, I'll let you." If you're honest with yourself, you'd probably agree no matter what he asked for. You trust him enough to know he won't take you further than you're comfortable with.

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You knew what you were signing up for but you didn't think it'd feel like this. Why the hell haven't you tried this before?

He's kneeling at the end of the bed, stroking his cock while his hot, wet, stiff tongue flicks gently against your asshole and there's no denying how much you're enjoying the pressure there. You couldn't hide it if you tried. You're so wet, you're practically dripping and it only spurs him on. It's intimate in a way you don't think you'll ever recover from while being one of the most erotic things you think he's ever done. There's nothing to be embarrassed about it when it's clear he's enjoying it just as much as you are. Maybe more.

The way you're gripping his hair has you wondering whether the strain on his tongue or his neck will overwhelm him first but he shows no signs of relenting. That is until he stands up, already looking delightfully over-pleasured and sinks his cock into your fluttering, neglected cunt without a word.

If he goes too fast it's all over and he knows it but he can't resist holding both of your ankles, watching you while he places open mouthed kisses to the soles of your feet, thrusting into you with slow, calculated strokes.

#becca writes spice #becca's thots #dbf!bucky #dads best friend! bucky #I just want to get some of my personal needs out before I go back to writing requests #I have a couple more fantasies that I can't shake so I'll have to write those soon #I had an assignment due this afternoon and oh boy #Leaving it to 9pm last night before I got started was a plan that I knew would suck #but I was in my second job all last week and couldn't be bothered starting any earlier than that #so I worked from home today to tackle the sleepies #and I spent all day working from bed with an Easter egg so like... pretty good Monday #tw: alcohol mention #tw: alcohol #can you tell I've been to one single wine tasting event 💅🏻

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hoofpeet · 1 year

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replacement Ingo episode 20: Emmet breaks his ribs

#hoof draws #replacement ingo au #<-a sortof spiritual successor to spice having zoomies #emmet is in hell . wakes up every morning to sugar pouncing directly into his bed and digging at his blankets #. i feel this is the doggy [fox] equivalent of when my cat steps on top of my chest in bed and squashes my bobbies</3 #shit hurts

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obstinaterixatrix · 11 days

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Do u know any good mob psycho 100 fanfics?? Or authors??

well obviously my sister but I’m guessing you’re the same anon so 1) you already know her fics 2) you want different recs from what’s on her list (some of them being fics I rec’d to her lol). recs will skew heavily seri/rei and I’m just going through my bookmarks so it’s gonna be most recently read to oldest read. also seconding sister’s recs of bobmoss and crookedturtle. but I’ll add a fic from each anyway because I already wrote something for one while I was drafting this (oops)

Recollection by CowardlyBean

This is the journal of missing 31 year old Reigen Arataka, distributed with permission from friends and family. The version presented in this document has been kindly edited with added commentary by a loyal customer of his. -Editor’s Note

gen, experimental and in progress at 14k so definitely deserves more love than it’s getting. inspired by house of leaves; as the summary says, it’s some rando writing annotations about reigen’s journal, but Something Weird Is Going On. the 4th chapter updated so I actually need to catch up. also, sister rec’d this fic to me

Like Acid Reflux, or Love by partingxshot

Dating Reigen is like dating a single dad—only with more children, weirder scruples, and an extreme ruthlessness vis-à-vis group takoyaki discounts. He's not hot enough for this.

OR: "Me, You and Steve" by Garfunkel and Oates but with fifteen million teenagers.

OR: Outsider POV exploring Reigen’s dedication to his gaggle of bizarre children through an ill-fated dating attempt.

OR: Serizawa gets bruxism.

gen(/pre-relationship seri/rei), oneshot, 7k. oc/reigen breakup lmao. extremely funny concept, extremely good execution

Dream Dial by Alakazamboni

For the better part of nine years, Arataka has proudly worked in customer service at a behemoth of a company. At least, that's what he remembers, but a strange illness and a mysterious caller keeps trying to convince him otherwise. It doesn't help that this caller has the power to distort reality.

seri/rei, in progress, 16k. great uncanny atmosphere, and also reigen is trapped in time prison as a miserable office worker. hasn’t been updated for a while but read it anyway, the stoping point is fine

What We Make by crookedturtle

Reigen and Tome are kidnapped from the Spirits and Such office to be used as leverage against Mob. They have two goals: to contact the outside world, and keep each other safe. In doing so they engage in a dangerous game of lies and manipulation with their captors—a game with potentially deadly consequences.

gen (bg seri/rei), complete, 36k. Good for whump and high stakes interpersonal maneuvering & drama. I liked how the story extends beyond rescue and goes into how everyone navigates the fallout

Man's Best Friend by bobmoss

A cursed dog gets left at Spirits and Such. Anyone who pets it is doomed to die a horrible death.

Reigen, of course, pets it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. funny and cute and sweet :) there’s a very charming tentative & tender vibe

heart line by ruthwrites

It doesn’t really matter, he reminds himself. He’s making a change, just like all of Reigen’s clients. What’s on his hands isn’t set in stone. He just has to make sure Reigen doesn’t see it— even if it might feel nice to have that steady attention, Reigen’s hands that are so much nicer than Serizawa’s folding around his.

(or: Reigen starts offering palm readings as a service, leading to Serizawa having to confront his feelings for his boss.)

seri/rei, oneshot, 6k. getting together fluff, a fun light read that also highlights serizawa’s insecurities—the internal narration has good character voice

If you won't believe me when I say it, believe me when I don't by deathdefied

Two years after Reigen invited Serizawa to work for him, he still can't quite categorize his feelings for his coworker. Instead of actually dealing with those feelings like an adult and talking to his friend, he decided to get really paranoid and overthink everything Serizawa does.

seri/rei, complete, 26k. reigen drives himself nuts lmao

Obvious by skeilig

Tome’s perspective on Reigen and Serizawa’s developing relationship.

gen (but about seri/rei), oneshot, 3k. I like outsider perspective getting together fics, especially when the perspective character is like ‘I’m actually not invested in this except when it affects me directly’

Cover Me by flecksofpoppy

Reigen’s shadow seems longer as the days move forward, more solitary. The cuts on his face heal and the ache in his bones go away, but a new sting replaces it. It’s loneliness, the thing he had managed to avoid ever since a primary school-aged kid who could make cups float stumbled into his office so many years ago.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. getting together fic that shows off a little of reigen’s gloomier side, it’s cute

loved you just a little too much by shcherbatskayas

You learn how to let go.

(It doesn't come naturally.)

gen(ish), oneshot, 2k. 2nd person character study of serizawa’s relationship with touichiro, I liked the ambivalence; effectively captures development over time with a relatively short wordcount.

offering genuine help with genuine results by suitablyskippy

“The curse was pretty clear on me not telling lies,” concedes Reigen. “It was pretty clear on me telling the truth. But,” as he lifts one finger, already sliding into the same educational tone he generally uses for imparting wisdom to Mob about life and love and the overall holistic benefits of making sure he’s always available for unexpected overtime work on weekends, “telling the truth isn’t necessarily the same as being honest, is it?”

“You’re the professional liar,” says Dimple. “You tell me.”

(Being cursed to only tell the truth and being cursed with Dimple as an employee are pretty much equally bad, as far as Reigen's stress levels are concerned.)

gen, oneshot, 2k. the tags include friends with no benefits whatsoever, which is very apt. Very funny to have reigen and dimple be petty and shady

a slightly more miraculous miracle by suitablyskippy

“Rumour has it that something impossible’s happened. Something that could never have happened. That shouldn’t have been able to happen.” In a single slick move Mezato produces a tiny voice recorder from an inside pocket, flips it open and active, and holds it up before Mob’s mouth to ask him, in a tone of devastating intensity: “Do you know anything about… a miracle, Mob-kun?”

Mob doesn’t hesitate. “We had maths homework to hand in,” he says. “But now we don’t have to. We don’t even have to go to the lesson.”

(The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Salt Middle School has been closed by an unexplained miracle, and the only thing wrong in Spice City is the fact that nothing is even slightly wrong at all.)

teru/mob, incomplete, 55k. for the most part I haven’t been repeating authors on this list, but listen. listen to me. I need you to listen. it is extremely unlikely for this fic to ever be completed. but hark, lest this sad probability turn you away and leave you dispassionately scrolling to the next fic, I need you (you specifically) to know that if I were in the same room as you, I would be wrestling the phone/mouse/trackpad/touchscreen/etc from your hands and furiously clicking the link. when I bookmarked this fic in 2017 I described it as having “some breathtakingly sensical prose and the funniest misunderstandings I’ve ever read”. trust me from seven years ago. open your heart.

skylight by inexhaustible

unconnected snapshots in what might, in some worlds, be something a little like recovery.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. character study that nails the tension of an escalating romantic atmosphere.

come on, come on, come over (take it off your shoulder) by mortarsmayfall

Reigen's free hand cradles Serizawa's head, curled under his ear just so to turn it for a better angle. He feels his pulse pound under Reigen's fingers, shivers just the slightest bit. If Reigen notices, he doesn't say anything about it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. when I first read this I saved it as a private bookmark because I was so embarrassed by the sheer intimacy of haircuts with severely unresolved sexual tension. I’m guessing this was written after studio bones gave us reigen cutting serizawa’s hair. crumbs no more; for once we had a feast to enjoy. short & sweet getting together fic

Off-White by reigreitz

Some habits are tells.

seri/rei, oneshot, 1k. snapshots of pre-relationship and established relationship scenes, I’m quite fond of it. on my first reading I’m pretty sure I remember not paying attention to the habit piece at all (even with it being right in the summary) so at the last scene I was hit by the double whammy of ‘oh so that was what serizawa was reacting to’ and ‘AW… THAT’S SWEET…’; I think the fic does a great job of hiding/not acknowledging certain things the perspective character knows and is reacting to, which makes it fun to reread and pinpoint what exactly serizawa’s previously more opaque train of thought was. like, it’s the same stuff, but you get to read into more nuance.

the seven stages of falling in love by reigen arataka by matsunoble

You suppose one of the weirdest times to realize you've fallen deeply and irrevocably in love is when it's fuck o'clock in the morning and you're blearily checking your fridge for leftover curry.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. I was quite taken by the mundane (and sometimes unappealing) descriptions of love, and I like when serizawa has the upper hand

Mr. Psychic by beefstatic

Looks like trouble in Spice City...

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. Serizawa Acts Like An Intimidating Bodyguard During Tense/Shady Situations. fun emphasis on that potential aspect of his character, I like how it’s done.

Late by hamlingo

For the first few days after hiring Serizawa, Reigen couldn’t help but be alarmed when the door opened at eight o’clock sharp in the mornings. He got used to it eventually, and in a month’s time he was more surprised when the door didn’t creak open right on time.

This was one of those mornings.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. this is actually among the first seri/rei fics I bookmarked so I can say with relative certainty that on may 20th 2017 I decided that maybe seri/rei was not just a joke of me indulging my own spurious unreasonable whims. fun character study and has that enjoyable tension of pleasant pre-relationship uncertainty.

Quiet Talks by krypkaktus

At some point, Reigen cutting his hair twice a month had turned into a mutual habit.

seri/rei, oneshot, 600 words. another charming snapshot of pre-relationship uncertainty, pleasantly embarrassing unresolved romantic tension.

walk in by ruthwrites

It was then he realized that the reason Reigen and Serizawa were standing so close was because they were kissing.

Mob was not really sure what to do with that information.

(or: mob leaves something at the office, comes back, and walks into something he wasn't supposed to)

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. an extremely popular fic for extremely valid reasons, this is a shining example of the outsider POV shipfic where the perspective character is like. I’m 14 and did not want to see you guys kissing. and the couple is like. we also did not want you to see us kissing, this is excruciatingly awkward.

tomorrow isn't always another day by suitablyskippy

It’s like Reigen’s been waiting for the question. He stops dead on the pavement, grips Mob by the shoulders, and stares down into his eyes with an expression as haunted as though every ghost the pair of them has ever exorcised has taken up residence behind it. “Mob,” he says. “Mob,” he says again. “Tell me, Mob. Look at me and tell me. Tell me truthfully. Do I look cursed to you?”

Mob looks at him, and tells him truthfully. “No.”

“Well, you didn’t look very long,” says Reigen. “Let’s just stand here for a moment, like so, and you can have another look, a nice long look, and really think about it...”

(There's nothing strange about being called back to exorcise the same haunted photocopier six days in a row. It must just be a very haunted photocopier.)

gen, oneshot, 18k. I didn’t mean to rec the same author three (3) times but this is also one of my top faves. extremely funny time prison where nobody is on the same page ever.

space voyage by Anonymous

Tome Kurata is slightly famous—or notorious, more like—for being... a weirdo, to put it simply. She's definitely a person of interest. Just not exactly in a newsworthy way, which is obviously the only way that matters.

mezato/tome, oneshot, 1k. charming pre-relationship contention, they’re the same type of self-absorbed and tunnel vision (affectionate)

I was thinking of not writing up recs for sister’s fics but since one author got three (3) fics on the list I’m gonna also put 3 of my fave fics of sister’s

Reigen's Comprehensive Fool-Proof Guide on How Not To Be Next Door Neighbors With Your Employee (because that'd just be creepy) by MalkyTop

Reigen hires Serizawa and they somehow end up as roommates.

seri/rei, complete, 17k. a fic sister wrote for ✨ME✨ that shows off reigen’s neuroticism and his decidedly not-normal attempts to come across as Extremely Normal, The Most Normal Man Alive. there are so many comedic setups and payoffs. there are so many shenanigans. reigen gets frog-boiled into romance. actually, I drop that term a lot but I’m not sure it’s a common enough to intuitively understand. it refers to the boiling frog metaphor

If At First You Don't Succeed, Find a Loophole by MalkyTop

Reigen keeps dying; Serizawa keeps trying to save him.

seri/rei, complete, 18k. sister was insane for this because she trapped all of her readers AND herself in time prison by releasing one chapter a day. it was really funny to witness because I was the only person not in time prison by virtue of editing privilege. while we were watching mondays: see you next week (an office time loop movie), sister was saying she was impressed at how effective/efficient the movie was at picking which scenes to repeat. this is to say, as someone who notices these details, sister was very intentional about when things changed and how things changed from the perspective of a character completely unaware of time prison. also, the emotional momentum is extremely good, I loved reading serizawa’s increasing desperation from reigen’s context-less perspective.

in absentia* by MalkyTop

After what was supposed to be a routine exorcism, Reigen wakes up in the wrong body.

serirei, complete, 26k. slowburn bodyswap with mystery and intrigue. a solid casefic! I can be biased and right. there are metanarrative elements that I find fun and that, in my opinion, highlights how sister did in fact get a degree in philosophy. there’s also some fun subtle and messy characterization notes, like when serizawa asks reigen not to cook for him. it’s hard to talk about what I like about this fic without giving away a lot of specifics, so go read it.

#orlbs #mp100lb #mob psycho 100 #long post #…I SPENT SO LONG ON THIS AND FORMATTED IT ALL ON MY PHONE SO EVERYBODY CLAP AND CHEER #why did I do it on my phone? bc I am lying in bed and didnt want to move #why did I spend so much time? bc I got carried away #why am I posting at 4am? stupidity.#why isn’t this under a readmore? because fic recs deserve to be seen. I’m adding an element of hostility for spice.#fanfiction #ask #anonymous

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frenchfrywrites · 8 months

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Indulging Gluttony

MINORS DNI

trans male dom top reader, sub bottom Beelzebub, feminization (Beel receiving), feederism, piss, mommy kink, reader uses a strap on

terms used for reader: cock, dick, tdick

Thank you to @lilacrodent for the commission!! Been so long since I wrote for this gentle giant, so thank you for letting me go hog wild <3

"Open up" you hum quietly, lifting another pastry to Beelzebub's mouth. He stares at you through his lashes, dropping his jaw as he's told, wrapping his lips around it and biting down, being careful of nicking your fingers.

Beel chews and swallows quickly, not taking the time to savor the flavors on his tongue. He's opening his mouth for you again before you know it.

You pick another treat, and repeat the process, furrowing your brows when he nibbles on the pads of your fingers. "Sorry," he mumbles softly, his mouth still full. You don't say anything, just watch him swallow with a heavy gaze.

Beel is sitting in front of you on the floor, between your spread legs, with you sitting on the edge of your bed. You've now guided him through an entire meal, and are midway through dessert. Beel's been eating quickly, on par with how he usually does, so you've been trying to feed him slowly to counter it.

"Please," Beel mumbles softly when you make him wait more than a minute. He tugs on the side of your pants nervously. You smile, and grab another pastry. Before you even have to instruct him again, Beel is opening his mouth. You press the food onto his soft pink tongue, and keep your fingers there. He catches on after a moment, and wraps his lips around your fingers. You let him hold you in his mouth for a second, then slip your fingers out so he can chew and swallow the food he so desperately wants.

Slow as molasses you place treat after treat into his mouth. Your fingers are sticky with sugar and Beel's spit by the time you're out of food.

He's not done yet, you think giddily. There's still some water left that he hasn't finished. Taking a hold of the glass, you bring it to Beel's mouth. He obediently opens his mouth to drink, pressing his thighs together tightly and squirming just a bit. His fingers play with the hem of his skirt as he excitedly gulps down the rest of his water.

Glancing down, you see that Beel's skirt is now sporting a large tent in the front, lifting the fabric and further exposing the skin of his thighs.

"Good girl," you praise as you set down the now empty glass on your bedside table. Beel licks his wet lips, catching any trace of leftover water.

"I haveta pee," he tells you softly, fidgeting and bouncing around. This was the plan all along, but hearing him say it makes heat rush to your loins.

"Can you hold it for me, pretty girl, just for a little bit?" you ask, though both you and Beel know that it's more of a demand than a request. "Go get my cock then come here," you say, and Beel scrambles from his position on the floor, rushing to where you keep your strap.

He brings it back, and shifts from foot to foot as he watches you take off your pants and slip into your harness. Once you have it on comfortably, you sit back down on the edge of the bed, and pat your lap.

Beel practically falls into you, settling his massive thighs on either side of you. "Shirt off?" you ask, tugging on it. Beel practically rips it off, showing off his pretty red, lacy bra, that covers his full chest. He chews on his lip as you reach out to touch his stomach.

"Do you feel full?"

"Um, a little bit," he responds honestly, "I could probably eat more," you laugh at that.

"I'm sure you could darling," you press harder against his slightly bloated skin, and plan to make more food for him next time. You'd hoped he would have felt more full, but watching him devour the meal you'd prepared, moaning, while sucking and licking your fingers, was enough to satisfy your desire to stuff him.

"Ungh," Beel grunts, as your hand presses down on his bladder while you feel up his stomach. You note his reaction and continuing to massage his belly, teasing his bladder just enough to get him on edge. Sooner than later Beel is breathing heavier, scrunching his eyes shut tight, trying his best to squeeze his legs together, trying so hard not to piss himself without permission.

It's safe to say watching him get like this has made you nearly uncomfortably wet. You lose yourself watching him, feeling his body tense and tremble under your hands. The sound of Beel gasping your name snaps you out of your lustful haze.

"I'm sorry, I have to pee so bad mommy, I can't hold it, I can't-" he rushes, like he's been wanting to say this all along but has been holding it in. Before you can get a word out, Beel gasps and his purple eyes shoot down to look at his crotch. You get a single second to see a small wet spot forming at the front of his skirt before Beel's hands cover it as he presses his hand against his cock to stop his stream.

He whines and whimpers like a dog, giving you his biggest, most desperate puppy dog eyes. You break easily.

"Aw sweet girl, you've gotta pee so bad huh?" he nods at your words, his eyes becoming wet with tears. You pull down the waistband of his skirt, which has been tight against his full stomach and bladder, and smile at Beel's sigh of relief. It's a bit of a struggle but you manage to help him out of it while still keeping him on your lap.

Beel is properly squirming now, from both desperation and excitement. Gently, you remove his hand from where it's been pressed against his cock. The sight you're met with is the outline of Beel's fat, hard cock, straining against his wet- and no doubt sticky- bright red lacy panties.

"Oh baby," you coo, breathless at the sight of him. His cock twitches visibly under your gaze, and you can feel his thighs flexing where they rest on either side of your waist.

"Mama," he whines softly, prompting you to peel back his underwear next, letting his cock spring free against his stomach. A bit of pee leaks out, but with a sharp breath, Beel stops the flow, waiting oh so obediently for your permission. Hastily you pull his panties down under his balls keeping your view to his cock unobstructed.

"Okay baby girl," you give his cock a single stroke and Beel's whole body shudders. "C'mon, let go for me."

Beel clings to you, and for a moment you two just hold one another, before he finally wets himself.

"There you go darling," you hum, watching as Beelzebub moans and pants, wetting his abdomen, and your laps. The sight of him, and the warmth of his piss sinking into your clothes, makes heat burn under your skin; it's nearly unbearable. You sink your fingers in his plush thighs, rutting your hips up into him, your tdick aching.

Desperately, you want to touch yourself, but you want to touch Beel even more. You run your fingers through his stream, and his breath catches in his throat, his hips jutting upwards and causing his piss to make an even worse mess.You bring your messy fingers to his mouth, and Beel accepts them happily, sucking and moaning at the flavor.

His stream dies down- it ends too fast in your opinion- and Beel already looks fucked dumb.

You pull your fingers from Beel's mouth, a trail of his saliva connecting your fingers to his puffy lips. Beel keeps his mouth open, his eyes wide and pupils blown.

You bring your spit slicked fingers around his back, and rub them against his hole. Beel knocks his head into your shoulder,

"Mommy please," he whimpers, drooling against your shoulder. Keeping him sedated with your fingers playing with his entrance, you busy your other hand with reaching for the lube. When you pull your hand from between his cheeks, Beel whines, clinging to you tighter.

"Patience, princess," you remind him as you lube up your fingers. Beel nods his head, and goes pliant in your lap, letting you stretch him open for your cock.

Looking down you can see his cock weeping precum. He's so close already, and you can't wait to bring him over.

"Up," you say, your voice heady with lust as you pull your fingers from him again. Excitedly, Beel lifts himself up, and hovers over the head of your strap. You grip your dick, and line it up with his hole.

"Go on," you barely get the words out before Beel is sliding down, his mouth open as it rubs against all the right places, and fills him so nicely.

All it takes is one thrust. Beel, ever the eager bottom, lifts his thighs to ride you, and slides himself back down. You jerk your hips up as he does, and his prostate dead on .

Much to your surprise— though really you should have expected it— the sensation makes him cum without warning, and untouched.

"Good girl, cum for me baby, fuck," you groan as he rocks himself against your strap. You work him through it, thrusting your hips up and hitting his sensitive bundle of nerves with your cock until he's pawing at you and whining. You kiss his broad shoulder,

"Thank you mommy," he mumbles as he comes down from his high.

"You're welcome sweetheart," you hum, "now, you wanna get me off pretty girl?"

You can feel Beel lick his lips, then pull his head away from your shoulder, "Yes please mama."

#sub beelzebub #sub obey me #stuffing #p/iss #cw mommy kink #spice #yeah yeah ik some of u are thinking dont eat in bed. whatever. beel would approve.

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valeriianz · 1 year

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had thoughts about Dream being able to sleep, how soft and human he would look. for your consideration:

Hob announced his arrival from work with a long sigh, heavy with exhaustion, and leaned into the door as he opened it and stepped into his flat. He dropped his keys in the little bowl and toed off his shoes. He had just shrugged off his messenger bag when he noticed a pair of large black boots in the living room, stark against his off-white rug. They were about a meter apart, like they’d been kicked off or tossed aside without a second thought.

With one brow raised, eyes scrupulous, Hob deposited his bag on the couch and bent down to pick up first one boot, then the other, tucking them together and neatly placing them on the wooden floor next to a bookshelf.

“Dream?” Hob called out, straightening up and casting his gaze upon the room. It wasn’t like Dream, when he paid surprise visits, to not immediately be within eyesight of the door, let alone leave his shoes haphazardly on the carpet.

Hob’s eyes landed on the entryway of the hall, spotting Dream’s thick, long coat in a heap on the center of the floor. Worry began to creep in as Hob slowly stepped up to Dream’s mystical coat, his pulse thrumming under his skin. He stooped down, grabbing it by the collar and brushing it off with his other hand. The material felt luxurious in Hob’s hands, soft like cashmere or shahtoosh, but also durable– something akin to wool or even canvas. Hob’s fingers caressed the fabric, feeling the lip of the tall collar between his thumb and fingers.

Gently folding the coat over one arm, Hob continued down the hall, stepping softly, carefully.

Hob’s bedroom door was open, the rays of the setting sun streamed in through the window and lit up the entryway, revealing more dark clothes in a jumble leading into the room.

Swallowing, lips parting, Hob bent down once more to collect Dream’s t-shirt, his pants and, following the line of mayhem, his socks, taking them all into his arms. Hob wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he finally straightened up and turned, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Hob almost dropped all the clothes he had spent carefully collecting, his mouth going dry.

There was a considerable, person-sized lump in Hob’s bed, buried under his thick gray comforter. The only indication that it was indeed Dream laying in Hob’s bed, was the mane of wild dark hair poking out from the mass of linens.

Hob took a step forward, then another, crushing the pile of clothes to his chest as he walked around the bed, his gaze transfixed to the top of Dream’s head– a smattering of black ink spilled on his white pillow. He held his breath as he finally came to face Dream, the only part of him sticking out was his nose and eyes, Dream’s impossibly long lashes draped down, threatening to brush the tops of his cheeks.

Hob felt his jaw drop, lips parting in wonder at this ethereal creature in his bed.

Dream was sleeping.

Or… it looked like he was sleeping. The shape of him steadily rose and fell, imitating breath that Hob knew Dream didn’t need. Hob didn’t think Dream needed sleep, either… or was even capable of it. Was Dream sick? Had he been injured?

Hob quietly deposited the bundle of clothes into a wicker chair in the corner of his room, turning back to Dream and leaning over him, slowly pressing one hand into the mattress next to him, and bringing the other up to lay it against Dream’s forehead.

Hob immediately felt foolish, of course Dream didn’t get sick, he’d nearly beaten it into Hob by now, how Endless never fall ill (not in the way humans do, apparently), but Dream did actually feel quite warm. Hob moved his hand from underneath Dream’s soft fringe, grazing his fingers down the side of his head, brushing the shell of his ear, cheekbone, and across his pointed nose, unable to get any further with the blanket folded up tight around half his face.

With his heart lighter than it’d felt in a long time, Hob couldn’t resist carefully hooking his fingers around the edge of the comforter, leaning in close as he pulled it down to expose Dream’s lips and chin. He looked softer, like this– human and vulnerable. There’s a trust here, Hob knows, his chest tightening, as his knuckles caress down the line of Dream’s jaw, free of blemishes and marble smooth. Hob swallowed again, his eyes flicking down in unrestricted interest at the line of Dream’s concealed body, cocooned in creamy grays. He looked back up, focusing on plush lips that are too red for Dream’s alabaster skin, like they’d been bitten.

Hob’s own teeth pull on his bottom lip, moving his hand to press a thumb against that mouth, barely touching, like a paint brush, dragging it from corner to corner.

“What are you doing?”

Hob huffed a surprised laugh, but didn’t remove his hand. Dream’s voice was lower than usual, thick, and rumbly, pulled from a deep slumber.

“Checking your temperature,” Hob answered in a whisper. His breath caught in his throat as Dream’s eyelids fluttered open, crystal blue eyes focusing right on him.

Christ almighty, he was gorgeous. Hob still couldn’t believe it sometimes, that he was allowed to see this, to be regarded by such beauty, such a divine entity. That he could call Dream his, and be confident in the knowledge that he was Dream’s, too. Hob felt himself begin to shake, his thumb was still at Dream’s lips, which had parted slightly when he’d spoken, his hot breath hitting Hob and causing something both carnal and pure to race through his blood, something devotional.

“You’re quite warm,” Hob tried again. Dream hadn’t spoken, only watched him, like he was waiting for something.

“Yes,” Dream’s voice ran over Hob in that velvety way of his; a warm tide crashing over him and lifting Hob up.

“I was seeking warmth. You weren’t home, and I know how pleasant you are after a long rest.”

“Pleasant?” Hob’s lips curled in a smile, distractedly pressing his thumb a little harder against Dream’s bottom lip.

“Tepid.” Dreams amended, parting his lips and allowing Hob’s thumb access.

Hob gasped softly as Dream bit down, his eyes blazing now, the black of his iris growing so there was no more blue. Hob hummed, his fingers curled around Dream’s chin, tilting it up.

There’s a tongue that swipes the tip of his thumb and Hob knows he’s lost, feigning nonchalance was never his strong suit when it came to this entity in his bed. His heart crashes against his ribs and Hob’s sure Dream can hear it, can hear the desire there.

A bare arm slips out from the pile of gray and latches onto Hob’s bicep, pulling him down. Hob goes along with a smile, getting one knee up on the bed, then the other, dislodging his fingers from Dream’s face to steady himself.

They lift the comforter together, allowing Hob to crawl in next to Dream. The shock of the sudden temperature hike against Dream’s bare skin makes Hob’s breath catch, desperately wishing he’d taken his clothes off first.

“Christ, Dream it’s like a furnace under here.” He’s never felt Dream radiate so much heat before. He truly was learning something new about this man– Endless, every day.

Dream’s long arm pulls the blanket back down, going around Hob’s middle and tucking it under him, coaxing Hob to be flush against his sinew body, usually firm with restrained strength, now soft from sleep. Dream’s chin tilts down, lips brushing Hob’s forehead.

“Could be hotter,” he murmurs, lips traveling down, his sharp nose nudging against Hob’s face, encouraging him to meet him evenly.

Hob is already panting, he’s sure he’s already sweating too, but he meets Dream’s mouth eagerly, pressing hard, getting his hand back on his face to cup Dream’s jaw.

“Well,” Hob pants as Dream wetly breaks the kiss, pressing his lips instead up Hob’s face and into his hairline. “I certainly wasn’t expecting this today.”

Dream hums, the sound reverberating down his body and tickling Hob’s senses.

“I’m pleased I can still surprise you.”

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream x hob #dream of the endless #my writing #inspired by this back and forth with mae on the dreamling discord server #which was just us calmly going over how soft and snuggly and heavy Dream would sleep #(if he were able to. and he SHOULD be able to gdi)#i was gonna write some spice but chickened out #something about Dream seeking out warmth #and automatically going to Hob's bed #he chases Hob's natural heat #pressing his body into the sheets and the mattress #heavy like a ton of bricks #the bed the linens... everything smells like Hob and it surrounds Dream #and when he gets Hob under the covers with him Dream just goes feral. pressing his hand under Hob's shirt. rucking it up #feeling the warmth of Hob's skin and positively getting drunk on it #'i want to be smothered' Dream says as his hand travels up to Hob's chest. 'i want to be engulfed. i want it to burn #so it leaves a mark. when you touch me its like a branding iron.' feeling Hob's heat becomes an addition that Dream chases #but i thought that was too spicy for the soft and sleepy mood i was creating lol #anyway!#hope this all fits in the tags

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blutopaz15 · 9 months

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call it what you want

chapter 1/5

2.1k

story rated m (eventual sandwiches; don’t like, don’t read!)

chapter rated t

Callum and Rayla spend their first night on the road navigating the weirdness of their...whatever-they-are.

Excerpt:

It’s dusk when she and Callum get to the inn, and for the tenth night in a row…Rayla isn’t sure what they are.

She’d accepted that a long time ago, of course—about two years and ten days ago, in fact. She’d known when she’d left—and certainly when she’d been on her way back—that the warm castle she’d spent all that time longing for might turn a cold shoulder to her, that she might have wrecked the only chance at a home she has left—

That she and Callum might never be like they were before.

But…everything else had turned out fine, actually. She’s just as welcome as before—Opeli’s suspicions included—and Katolis has already started to feel like it could be home again—Opeli’s suspicions aside—and…she has Callum to thank for that.

They’re…not like they were before, but—

Even if he doesn’t love her quite the same way, he trusts her, she knows—unconditionally, even with a broken heart—and…that’s hope enough alone, even without all his sweet dorky jokes, or the random recitations of love poems, or all that heartfelt care he just can’t seem to help but show her.

It’s not the same—their…whatever-it-is—but it still could be, she thinks, even if things are weird still, even with him always at an arm’s length, lingering in doorways, keeping to boundaries they never could as kids…

…and speaking of boundaries—

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#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #you know what time it is <33333 #THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED AT THE INN #spice to follow!!!#gotta have that sweet sweet set-up and it was getting Long so....#chapters #tdp s5 spoilers

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 1 year

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8k words (probably more) for a "there's only one bed" fic? Your homegirl here's a hopeless romantic ☝️😔

#tbh there's some spice added to it #and it's more than just #there's only one bed #it's a lot more because I'm a sucker for this kinds of stuff hehehehehehhehehehehehehehe #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #ghost x jade #sleepy's thoughts

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bailey6too6bailey · 2 months

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"Bed Spread"

Bailey Jay

#trans goddess #bailey jay #drop dead gorgeous #ginger spice #bed spread #beauty of the bulge #glorious cleavage #truly scrumptious

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it-happened-one-fic · 11 months

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twisted Wonderland, Cappuccino, spice Cake,

Thanks for the request! I actually recall you sending me ask quite some time ago, it's wonderful to see your name pop up again! I hope you enjoy this Cappuccino and Spice Cake fic!

Later - Jamil

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ romantic/ Cappuccino and Spice Cake Prompt

Word Count: 2713

It had all started because I’d given into Kalim’s puppy-dog eyes and gone on vacation with him. For one thing, I would never have given in if I’d known it had been a family vacation, of all things, but I had not been told of that.

It wasn’t that the Al-Asims weren’t nice. In fact, they were some of the friendliest people I’d ever met, which wasn’t surprising when one considered the fact that Kalim came from this incredibly rich family.

Rather, the issue was that it was incredibly awkward to be on a family vacation with a family that was not your own.

Everything had gone fairly smoothly, though, with the Al-Asims being generally jovial and Jamil following along after Kalim just like he always did, though he was a bit more reserved than usual. But I could understand that since he was in the presence of his employers.

Unfortunately, though, the easiness was not meant to last, and that became obvious when we reached the hotel where we would be spending our first night.

The rooms had been paid for ahead of time, but the Al-Asims, being the amazing hosts they were, gave me a room that was separate from the one they’d been staying in so that I would have some modicum of privacy. And that was all fine and good, until I learned that I now had the room that was originally going to be Jamil’s. Which meant he would now be staying elsewhere.

Kalim had laughed off the situation, patting Jamil on the shoulder good-naturedly as he’d waved away the issue, “That’s fine. You can sleep with me. The bed’s plenty big.”

It was then that I got to watch Jamil tense. He disguised it well as he slid away from Kalim with that careful show of respect that was always reserved for when he was treating Kalim as his superior, “No, I could never. I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

And just like that, that was obviously going to be the plan with little else in the way of objection.

The Al-Asims assured Kalim they’d have everything sorted at the next hotel and there would be no issues. Jamil could make it on the floor for just one night, right?

I frowned as I watched everything go down. Because it wasn’t that Kalim’s family was bad. From their view point, this was probably just the way things were. In fact, they behaved as if it were all completely normal. As if they didn’t see the problem with it because they’d never really seen differently.

In fact, their behavior mirrored Kalim’s innocent view of his and Jamil’s friendship before the overblot. Never noticing anything was wrong even though his actions had so affected Jamil.

And, truthfully, Jamil probably would have been fine on the floor. But it didn’t sit right with either me or Kalim, and I certainly wasn’t going to leave things as they were.

“He can stay with me in my room,” I stepped forward with a smile on my face as I calmly entered the conversation between the family members and their servant.

Jamil stared at me in utter disbelief as Kalim’s father frowned, “But you are our guest. We simply couldn’t-”

“I don’t mind,” I cut him off, forging ahead and refusing to give way. “Really, I’ve slept over in the Scarabia dorm, and they’ve slept over in my dorm before. Right, Kalim?”

Kalim brightened immediately, nodding his head enthusiastically as he realized that I was solving the very issue that had been bothering both of us, “Yeah, we had a blast! They’re a great host, and we really had fun both times!”

Fun both times…. Well, outside of the entire overblot situation and being held as a sort of captive, I supposed the trip to Scarabia hadn’t been all bad.

Kalim did well, though, completely selling the part with his enthusiasm as he described both sleepovers to his parents and siblings, careful to omit any mention of Jamil’s overblot with an amount of tact that surprised me considering it was Kalim speaking. But then Kalim would never intentionally do anything to bring Jamil harm.

I watched as his mother, Mrs. Al-Asim, looked towards me with an uncertain smile, “Are you certain, dear? We don’t want to take advantage of your kindness, and Jamil will be comfortable with us.”

Her words brought a smile to my face as I nodded, “Yeah, it’ll be fine. It won’t even be weird, and it’d be nice to let you guys spend some family time together. Right, Jamil?”

I looked towards the man in question, urging him to pitch in and help both me and Kalim, but instead of finding support, I found him staring at me like he was rooted to the spot.

I smiled at him winningly, and Jamil finally blinked robotically before slowly nodding, “I… Yeah, we’ve slept over at Y/n’s place, and they’ve stayed in Scarabia before.”

“Well, if you are all certain….” Me and Kalim both nodded enthusiastically at the Al-Asim parents, who soon smiled at each other in an almost helpless manner.

“Thank you, Y/n. You truly are a very considerate person. We actually have been wanting to spend some quality time with Kalim.” They both looked so genuinely touched that I found myself reverting to measures that were usually reserved for Kalim’s sometimes overwhelming compliments and waving them off.

“It’s no biggie; you guys have a good night,” I gestured subtly to Jamil and he followed me silently until we left the room and I was unlocking the door to our now shared room.

“What was that? I would have been fine,” I rolled my eyes at his harshly whispered words.

I wasn’t surprised that he was going into defensive mode. Jamil never cared for being ordered around or having to go along with others' plans, and here he was having to do just that because of mine and Kalim’s machinations.

“It wouldn’t have felt right to just leave you in there sleeping on the floor when you can just sleep in here on…a… bed……” I trailed off as I looked into the room. Staring at the singular, rather plush bed that had my grand plans crashing to the ground in a fiery heap.

Jamil and I were both silent, staring at the mocking piece of furniture, before he let out a long-suffering sigh, “I’m going back.”

I caught his arm as he turned to walk back out of the room, pulling him to a halt, “Now hold on. This isn’t so bad. See, there’s a couch!”

I pointed emphatically at the three-person chair as I looked towards the young man, refusing to give up now that I’d come this far into saving him from a long night on the floor.

He eyed it silently for a moment before nodding, “Alright, I’ll take the couch then. Good night.”

I frowned, trotting around him and stopping him in his tracks for the second time this evening, “Hang on. You’ve been taking care of Kalim, his family, and me all day. You’re exhausted. You take the bed.”

He stared at me, the fatigue clear on his face as he crossed his arms and fixed me with his signature unimpressed look, “And how would that look? Me sleeping on the bed while the Al-Asim’s guest sleeps on the couch?”

I mirrored his actions, crossing my own arms stubbornly, “They won’t know a thing about it. It’s not like they’re going to come barging into their guest’s room first thing tomorrow.”

I could almost swear his eyeball twitched at my assertion before he shook his head, “No. You’re taking the bed. I’ll be fine on the couch.”

He stepped around me easily, and I found myself letting out a frustrated huff. Permanently annoyed with the way Jamil wouldn’t let anyone just help him or do something nice for him.

“Fine. Since we can’t agree on anything else, how about we just share the bed?” He froze as soon as the exasperated words had left my mouth. I watched as he took on an entirely new expression that spoke of pure shock as he stared at me.

I felt my eyebrows raise as I looked back at him, “What? I’m not going to do anything to you, and it’s not like you can do anything to me. Not with your bosses right across the hall.”

He continued to stare at me, his mouth opening once before he closed it again, apparently at a loss for words. And that was when I pushed my advantage.

“Come on. You’ll stick to your side, and I’ll stick to mine. We can even make a pillow barrier if that’ll make you more comfortable.” I smiled winningly at him as I gestured to the veritable pile of pillows on the various chairs in the room.

He straightened, his annoyance with my teasing at last overcoming his surprise and causing him to round the couch and march past me determinedly, “I won’t need a barrier of pillows.”

He sat down on one side of the bed as I walked over to the other, feigning utter calm despite the fact that I’d already realized exactly how strangely embarrassing this situation was turning out to be, “Alright, it was just an offer since you seemed so nervous.”

“Shouldn’t you be the nervous one?” He twisted to look pointedly at me over his shoulder, “I am the one who ensured you stayed for the duration of our Scarabia ‘sleepover.’”

He grinned then, a triumphant look like he’d just won some sort of battle that soon disappeared when I simply shrugged. Playing it cool even though I felt just as nervous as he’d just been acting now that sharing a bed was actually going to happen.

But it wouldn’t stay that way. That was a promise I made to myself since I knew that Jamil, with all of his exhaustion, would probably fall asleep very quickly. As soon as he was asleep, I’d just slip off the bed and take the couch. Easy peasy.

He’d probably fuss about it in the morning, but I would cross that bridge when I got to it. After all, this way I could ensure we both got a decent night’s rest that didn’t require sleeping on the floor.

We both lay down with our backs to each other as we simultaneously refused to look at the other one. Me to hide how flustered I actually was now that I was in the same bed as Jamil. Him for whatever his own reasons might be.

“Good night,” My words were whispered as I forced myself to relax into the plush mattress.

For a brief moment, my only response was silence before a very quiet, ‘Good night,’ came from the other side of the bed. Putting a smile on my face even despite the situation I’d landed myself in.

I lay there for at least thirty minutes, wanting to just go to sleep but forcing myself to outlast the young man who was just on the other side of the mattress, before I heard his breathing deepen. Jamil had, at long last, fallen asleep.

I relaxed fully, pleased that everything was going according to plan and that he was at last getting to relax on this vacation.

I shifted, starting to move slowly and carefully so as not to wake him, before I was forced to freeze when he began to shift around almost immediately.

I found myself holding my breath as he moved around, trying to get more comfortable in his sleep. I didn’t even realize how close he was until I felt an arm wrapping around me. Making it impossible to escape the bed and causing me to go entirely stiff.

Jamil exhaled peacefully and relaxed once more. Tucking his head against my shoulder and causing me to inhale sharply at his actions.

I didn’t know if my heart was pounding from fears of waking him or just from his mere proximity, but either way, I was fairly certain that I wasn’t going to be falling asleep anytime soon.

But exhaustion works wonders, and soon after I’d resigned myself to my fate, I felt myself relaxing more totally than I had the entire night. Drifting off into a deep sleep even though I was being hugged by the young man, who was now embarrassingly close.

But it was something I could deal with tomorrow morning. And tomorrow morning did come. It came far too quickly.

At first, I woke up slowly, blinking blearily at the unfamiliar room before snuggling into the warm embrace of sheets and the arms that held me wrapped in a secure but comfortable embrace.

And then I froze as everything came flooding back into my memory. I was now fully awake as I recalled everything that had happened just a few hours ago, when it had still been totally dark outside.

I was being held captive, yet again, by the vice-housewarden of Scarabia. It was just that this time I was well-rested and being embraced by said vice-housewarden.

Blessedly, Jamil was not yet awake. But he was stirring.

He inhaled deeply before letting out the most relaxed exhale I’d ever heard from him before he pressed his face against my shoulder. I could quite literally feel the smile curving across his face.

I didn’t even try to hide the squeak that I let out at the sensation, which was somehow more embarrassing than the realization that I’d spent the entire night in his arms.

As soon as I made a sound, he froze. I fought the urge to close my eyes, as if to hide from the entire situation, as he pulled back to look at me. His now tensed arms slipped from around my waist, and I heard him suck in a breath.

The bed shook as he all but threw himself backwards, “I thought you were going to stick to your side!”

His words were whisper shouted and had me immediately sitting up and whirling. My face was burning as I faced him, noting that his cheeks were also darkened as I gestured to the bed, “I did! You’re the one who got all cuddly!”

Jamil’s eyes darted around the bed. The sheets were a perfectly chaotic but still warm mess from where we’d been curled up together. Acting as perfect evidence and causing his face to darken even further. He didn’t get to say anything, though, since a knock sounded on the door. Causing us both to whirl in raw, mortified fear to look towards the pale wood that blocked the entryway to the room.

Instead of the door opening, we simply heard Kalim’s blithely cheerful voice, “Y/n? Jamil? You guys up?”

“Yes!”

“I’m up!”

We chorused our answers, and Kalim laughed in response. Totally unaware of the nightmarish embarrassment we were both still suffering from, “Sounds like you both slept well! We’re almost ready to go, so just come out when you’re both ready!”

After we agreed to join the Al-Asims soon, we both fell silent. Listening carefully as the young man walked away before we turned to face one another yet again.

Jamil spoke first, his tone firm as he met my gaze, “We behave as normal and speak of this to no one.”

He, at the very least, had regained a modicum of his more typical demeanor as I nodded before whispering my reply, “Are we gonna talk about this later or...?”

A part of me wanted to talk about the impromptu cuddle session, but another part of me desperately wanted to avoid the topic. Especially considering exactly how comfortable I’d felt in his embrace, even feeling safe enough to fall asleep.

“We’ll deal with this later,” His voice trembled ever so slightly before he shook his head, running a hand through his hair that was totally unbraided from where his magic had worn off in the night.

“Later… I don’t think I can handle talking about it right now,” He at last finished, glancing my way before his eyes nervously darted away from mine again as I nodded.

“Yeah… Later.” Later was good. I could address exactly how fast my heart was racing and why that was happening later.

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