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chuuyrr · 4 months

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 .ᐟ

feat: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

ꨄ˙ CW(s): gn! reader, mentions of alcohol (reader is drunk)

ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: in which you drink too much and don't even realize that your boyfriend is your boyfriend or you might as well be drunk in love

in the dimly lit bar, the air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. you found yourself swirling the remnants of a colorful cocktail, the room around you blurring as the night progressed.

DAZAI sits beside you, and couldn't help but notice your flushed-pink demeanor, fueled by the drinks you had consumed, and giggles to himself.

in your tipsy state, you tilt your head, looking at dazai with a playful suspicion. the room spun slightly, and you sway on your seat, trying to focus on his face.

"you know," you slur, "you're a suspicious stranger. i bet you've got some secret agenda." you point an accusing finger at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

dazai, amused by your playful accusations, couldn't help but giggle even more, "oh, do i now? well, i'm just a harmless 'stranger' who happened to find the most adorable drunk person in the entire bar."

you raise an eyebrow skeptically, still not recognizing him, "adorable, huh? well, mr. stranger-fanger, you're gonna have to prove it." you cross your arms, a challenging smirk on your flushed face.

dazai, seizing the opportunity, wraps his arms around you with a mockingly serious expression, "see? no danger here, just a guy who appreciates adorable drunks."

you broke into a fit of giggles, melting into his embrace, "well, you're not that bad for a stranger, i guess."

completely unaware that the 'stranger' was, in fact, your boyfriend, you continued to enjoy the whimsical dance of laughter and teasing, creating a memory that would undoubtedly be cherished in the days to come.

"i'm gonna be serious though, i am your boyfriend," dazai says to you.

you blink softly at him, your tipsy-drunk state had somehow lead you to look at him as such. dazai blinks back before a grin starts to tug on his lips.

"do i have to remind my dearest? well, then. buckle up because you're in for a treat!" he says before he instantly starts peppering your face in kisses as he holds you tightly.

you immediately start to squeal and giggle as you are reminded of the constant kisses that your boyfriend would give you admist the alcohol in your system.

"osamuuu!" you say in a soft whine before he pecks your lips.

dazai grins even more widely at your cute little whine as he cups your face now, "that's more like it. goodness, such an adorable drunk you are, hmm?"

CHUUYA watches with a mix of concern and amusement as your cheerful demeanor transformed into a tipsy state.

as the night wore on, chuuya decides it was time to take you home. he gently placed his gloved hand on your shoulder, trying to capture your attention, "hey, it's getting late. how about we head home?" he suggests, his voice warm and caring.

however, in your inebriated state, you misinterpreted the situation. you gasp sharply before you squirm in your seat and whine softly, "nooo, i'm having so much fun here! plus, you can't take me home! i have a boyfriend!"

chuuya was flabbergasted, but he couldn't help but chuckle at your resistance afterwards upon seeing this, "come on, baby, i'm not a stranger. i'm your boyfriend, and I just want to make sure you get home safely."

now it's you blinking softly, looking at him with a mix of confusion and innocence, "boyfriend? really?" you giggle, completely unaware of the true nature of your relationship.

"you're being so silly right now, i almost can't with you," chuuya sighs, still laughing softly, "geez, i didn't know my baby can be this forgetful with this much alcohol."

undeterred, chuuya continued to coax you gently, his amusement growing as you stare at him in awe as you begin to pat his cheeks in your warm hands, "this pretty face is all mine?"

chuuya chuckles again, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he takes your hands in his before leaning in to press a lingering kiss on your lips and whispering, "i'm all yours, baby."

the night unfolded in a blend of laughter, warmth, and the endearing challenge of convincing you that the 'stranger' was, in fact, the person who cared for you the most, and you couldn't help but giggle even more into the kiss.

FYODOR observes your increasing intoxication with a measured gaze, a sense of concern clouding his usually composed demeanor.

as the night unfolds, you continued to enjoy the array of drinks that nikolai had generously provided you two. fyodor, recognizing the potential consequences, decided it was time to intervene. he places a hand gently on your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"dear, perhaps it's time to slow down," fyodor suggests, his voice calm and measured as he tries to get you to stop.

you looked at him with a tipsy grin, oblivious to the fact that fyodor was your boyfriend, "but nikolai is just being generous. no harm in a few more, riiight?"

fyodor's piercing gaze held a mixture of concern and determination, "i'd rather not see you regretting this tomorrow. let's enjoy the night responsibly," he insists, attempting to guide you away from the tempting allure of more drinks.

however, in your intoxicated state, you resisted his efforts, misinterpreting his intentions, "oh, come on! live a little, stranger!" you playfully tease, unaware that fyodor was the person you were romantically involved with.

fyodor couldn't help but hide a small smile at your playful antics, though he inwardly feels a twinge of sadness at being referred to as a stranger, maintained his composure.

he observes you with a subtle sadness in his eyes, a fleeting emotion that betrayed the depth of his feelings. still, he wasn't one to give up easily.

with a gentle touch, he cupped your face, making you meet his gaze, "remember, i'm the one who cares deeply for you," he murmurs with a faint smile, his eyes staring in yours.

"i may be a stranger in this particular scenario, but i am not to you," fyodor replies softly, realizing that your drunken state was proving to be a barrier. yet, he didn't relent.

the realization began to dawn on you, your intoxicated mind slowly connecting the dots, "wait a minute... you care about me? really?"

fyodor nods, his eyes holding a mixture of hope and longing, "more than you can imagine."

you blink softly, still processing the situation through the haze of alcohol. before you could react, fyodor leaned in, pressing a soft and lingering kiss against your lips. the touch was tender yet filled with an unspoken depth of emotion, an attempt to bridge the gap that had momentarily separated you.

as the kiss unfolded, a subtle warmth spread through you, and the fog of intoxication seemed to lift momentarily. the taste of familiarity mingled with the hint of sadness, creating a poignant moment that transcended the blurred boundaries of the night. fyodor then pulls away, his gaze searching yours for any signs of recognition.

there was a pause, a moment of suspended realization. slowly, your eyes widened, and a spark of recognition flickered within them. "wait," you whisper, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and clarity as you smile. "you're not a stranger, only my fedya kisses me like that!"

a soft smile tugged at the corners of fyodor's lips as the weight of being called a stranger lifted. the kiss had served as a catalyst, a bridge that connected the fragments of memory scattered in the alcohol-induced haze.

"my, my, how could you forget your fedya, dear?" fyodor sighs, shaking his head before he kisses your lips again and whispers, "traitor.."

ꨄ˙ A.N.: i feel like i might have written fyodor in an ooc-ish way, and if i did, i apologize !! haven't written for him in so long and i don't write for him as often as dazai and chuuya. this is also kinda silly i think now that i've finished writing this lol !! thank you so much for reading until the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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muchosbesitos · 7 months

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Miguel being a nerd by blabbering all about smart stuff and reader just adoring him blabbering. Miguel gets a bit shy with the way the reader looks at him but the reader just tells him to continue ;]

barbenheimer

pairing: nerd miguel x fem reader

warnings: fluff mostly, smut, riding (yeehaw), and cum eating 🫡

author’s note: a bit of a short one, hope you don’t mind <3 (ik the movies came out in july but this is the first thing that popped up when i read the request 😭) anyways, nerd miguel 🔛🔝 (he’s really a bottom but you get the point)

word count: 1.8K

** for more nerd miguel fics, highly recommend @nymphomatique (they’re so good 👩🏻‍🍳🤌🏼)

To be fair, you probably should've expected this. You'd asked Miguel if he wanted to join you for the Barbenheimer event, the Oppenheimer part mostly just being the purpose of seeing Cillian Murphy on the big screen again. Unlike most of the movies you asked him to watch with you, his eyes lit up as soon as you suggested the idea.

The two of you headed back home from watching Barbie, still having about an hour before the next showing of Oppenheimer started. "Baby, why're you so excited? It's just about a bomb," you asked him as the two of you walked home, clad in the pink attire that you'd chosen to wear for the Barbie movie. "It's more than just a bomb, mi amor. It's about the first atomic bomb and how it affected warfare after that," he responded, letting out a small chuckle as you two walked inside your shared apartment. You noticed his eyes drift over at the clock on the wall, clearly anticipating the 'Oppenheimer' part of the marathon. "Hopefully it'll hold up to Barbie, I mean that movie is just so raw and emotional. The peak of cinema, really," you decided to tease him a bit and the way he turned to look at you proved that it'd worked.

"Hold up to Barbie? Don't get me wrong, that movie was great, mi amor. But Oppenheimer is on a completely different level, it shows the complexity of J. Robert Oppenheimer’s repercussions after creating the atomic bomb. It's so much more than just a bomb going boom," he spoke and you couldn't help but let out a little laugh at how easy it was to rile him up about the subject. His cheeks flushed red after he realized that you were just teasing, sitting down next to you. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound like a smartass," he mumbled, rubbing the side of his neck.

"Don't worry, I like hearing you talk about something you're passionate about," you respond, placing your hand on top of his knee. He held your hand in his, slowly rubbing circles on your palm. "Do you want me to tell you some more about it? Just so you have some information before we head inside the movie," he offered and you nodded, mostly because you liked the way that Miguel sounded when he explained things. He was always eager to teach you new things and he did it in a way that didn't make you feel dumb, which you greatly appreciated.

"So basically, Oppenheimer’s career was in the gutter before the creation of the bomb since the government was convinced that he was working with communists and he'd actually been opposed to the creation of a hydrogen bomb," he started off and you looked over to see him already staring at you as he talked. He continued to tell you about the history of the bomb and why it was developed, and you tried to pay attention to what he was saying, you really did, but you found yourself getting lost in how beautiful he looked at the moment. His eyes were sparkling behind those glasses he wore as he spoke, clearly passionate about what he was sharing with you and his hands were frantically moving with his words, struggling to keep up. You were snapped out your thoughts when you realized that Miguel had stopped speaking and was now facing you with a frown on his face.

"Am I boring you?" He asked softly, his hand still resting on top of yours. You hadn't meant to make him feel that way, you had just gotten lost in the way that he spoke and the way that he had the look of a kid in a candy store when he shared something he found interesting. "No, please continue. You just look so pretty when you talk about things you like," you responded, pressing a small kiss on his cheek afterwards. "You're sure I’m not boring you?" He asked, a little worried since he'd divulged that most of his ex flings didn't like him when he got all nerdy. "Nothing you do is boring, Miguel. Keep talking," you responded, rubbing small circles on his hand with your thumb.

He looked at you a little warily before he started to speak once more, going back on the points that you'd missed. You settled on his lap, clinging to him tightly as he spoke as you left small kisses on the side of his neck. He stuttered a bit as he spoke, looking down at you as you started moving your hips against his. "Did my sweet girl get turned on by this?" He whispered, his hand slowly tracing circles on your inner thigh. "I didn't tell you that you could stop with your explanation," you responded, your lashes fluttering as you looked up at him. He continued speaking as you moved against him, his cock tightening up in his pants as you did. He abruptly stopped speaking when he looked to the side, seeing that the sun was already starting to set.

"Hey, how much time do we have until the movie starts?" He asked you, letting out a small whimper when he felt your lips on his collarbone once more. "It started an hour ago, actually," you replied, and he could've sworn that you were joking with how calm you said it but quickly realized that you were right when he turned to look at the clock on the wall. "Why didn't you say anything, mi amor?" he asked you, not mad but just a little upset that he would have to wait longer. "Well, like I said, you just looked too excited to interrupt you. And I mean, you have quite the nuclear weapon in your pants, Miguel. Is the movie really necessary?" You asked him, deciding to tease him a little bit but his face told you he wasn't having it. "Okay, okay, we can catch the next showing in a hour. Now what do you suggest we do with this free time?" You responded and he got up from the couch, your legs clinging around his waist as you held onto him. "I have a couple ideas on what we could do."

"You know, this isn't exactly what i had in mind when you said you had ideas," you mumbled as miguel turned on the tv, putting on an Oppenheimer documentary. "Oh? And what did you have in mind, bonita?" He asked you with such faux innocence you couldn't help but let out a little giggle as you rolled onto his lap. "Was thinking of something more like this," you responded as you started kissing his neck, leaving small bites in your wake. He grabbed the tv remote, turning off the documentary as you continued to grind your hips against his. You grabbed the glasses from his face, putting them on before quickly putting them on the nightstand. "Jeez, Miguel, you're really blind," you mumbled, taking off his pants. "Ah, yes. nothing turns a man on more than being told how blind he is."

You took his cock out of his jeans, slowly stroking it with your hand as it hardened with your touch. You slide down the pink pants you had on and rub his cock against your folds, getting it lubricated with your juices. He let out a soft moan as you did so, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your thighs. You slowly started to sink onto his cock, holding his shoulders for some semblance of balance. It was moments like these that you were glad no one really approached your boyfriend, since despite him being a nerd, he could have you screaming and gripping the bedsheets as he pounded into you.

The two of you let out a hiss as you sank onto his cock completely, your walls engulfing him. "Always filling me up so good, Miguel," you whispered as you leaned in, pressing small kisses onto his neck before you planted your hands and feet on the bed. You slowly started to move up his cock, always having a bit of trouble adjusting given how big and thick he was. You sank onto his cock once more, eliciting a whimper from him as you did, his fingers digging into your thighs. You set a slow pace while you were still adjusting, your hips swiveling with every move you took.

You sped up after the pain in between your legs dissipated into pleasure, your cunt clenching up to engulf Miguel’s cock as much as possible. He let out a soft groan as you did and leaned in, peppering your chest with kisses before he attached his mouth to one of your nipples. He kept his eyes on yours as he played with your nub, his teeth gently pulling at it while his other hand followed the same ministrations. "Am I making you feel good, mistress?" He asked with a small whine escaping his lips when you pulled at his hair. "So good, Miguel," you responded, a small moan escaping from your lips as you felt his tongue swirl around your nipples.

You felt a soreness in your thighs a while after you'd been riding his cock, your movements slowing down. Miguel quickly came to that realization and planted his feet on the bed, thrusting into you at a rapid pace. Your back arched as his cock brushed up against your g-spot, loud moans escaping from your mouth. He put his fingers to good use and started rubbing small circles that went in tandem with the rhythm of his thrusts. You felt a coil tightening up inside you with every thrust that he took, almost at the point of snapping.

You came with a moan of Miguel’s name, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as you did. If he felt any sort of pain, he didn't show it as he continued to chase his own orgasm. You let out soft whimpers as he continued with his thrusts, starting to feel a little too stimulated before he came, painting your walls white in the process. You reached down and scooped some of the cum on your finger, sucking it dry as you tasted a combination of him and you. He pulled his softening cock out of you before he leaned in, kissing you deeply as his tongue tasted the remnants of you two combined.

You two did end up watching a little bit of the documentary that he'd picked out beforehand before you two got re-dressed to go to the movies. He was quick on getting ready this time, not sparing a second since he was aware that this would be the last showing for today. "C'mon, let's go," he pleaded, shifting from foot to foot as you put your shoes back on. "We still have twenty minutes before the movie starts," you responded, letting out a small laugh as you wiped away the sweat from your forehead. The two of you did actually end up making it to the movie on time, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread throughout your chest as you saw the smile on Miguel’s face when the movie started.

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acciotherapists · 4 months

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A Spilled Drink

Summary: After a mission gone wrong Y/n believes Loki hates her. Does he really hate her? Or does he simply hate to love her?

Warnings: Smutty smut smut, barely a plot, 18+, minors DNI

Loki x fem!reader

A/N: I started writing this around Christmas time, hence the mistletoe reference lol

“You look like you could use this,” Nat says as she hands me a glass.

“What is it?”

“A drink, cectpa. I think you could use it.”

I nodded and downed the liquid, wincing as it burned my throat. She smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. “Straight Vodka?”

“I’m Russian,” she chuckles before signaling the bartender. “Another.”

The bartender placed another drink in front of us as Nat spoke. “So what exactly happened with you and Loki?”

I scoffed. “He’s an arrogant asshole.”

“Well, that much we knew but what happened.”

“He got hurt after a mission and he’s hated me ever since.”

“He hurts you because he got hurt?” she scoffed.

“I don’t know, Nat… it’s the only thing that makes sense. He must blame me for his injuries.”

Nat rolled her eyes. “He needs to get over himself. What happened on that mission was not your fault.”

A glass is placed on the counter next to us as the bartender nods. “I’ll have another one coming up in just a moment, Mr. Laufeyson.”

Loki nodded before turning his gaze to me. “Y/l/n,” he greeted.

“Laufeyson,” I replied.

Before I could say anything more I heard Wanda giggling next to Natasha and I turned to her. “What’ve you done now?”

She looked up and I dreaded what was to come for I had a slight inkling as to what she had done. I looked up and my eyes met a mistletoe hanging above our heads. The red berries were glowing as the green vines moved as if they’d just been placed above our heads.

“What is this, witch?” Loki hissed, glaring daggers at Wanda.

“You know, Loki,” Wanda replied, chuckling as she sipped her drink. “Kiss her!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Honestly, Maximoff, of all the jokes you could've pulled today… this little act of trickery is poor even for you.”

I could see his cheeks flushing a hint of pink as he maintained his cold demeanor.

“Oh, come on, Laufeyson! Get in the Christmas spirit! Just kiss her!” Nat exclaimed.

“I will not!”

I rolled my eyes. “I will not be forced to kiss him!”

I saw Wanda wiggle her fingers ever so slightly and Loki’s drink poured over my dress.

“Loki!” I hissed before turning to Wanda. “Wanda!”

She raised her hands innocently. “What? I did nothing!”

“Apologies, Agent Y/l/n!” Loki exclaimed. He conjured a cloth and began dabbing my shoulders. “It’s all over your dress… I’m truly very sorry, love.”

I furrowed my brows at the sudden change in his demeanor.

“Please, allow me to escort you back to your room so you can get out of that dress. I-I’m truly sorry about this, Y/n.”

“It’s fine, honestly.” I brushed him off. “You don’t need to-.”

“She’d love that!” Wanda interrupted, pushing me closer to Loki. I glared at her but she simply smiled in return.

“But before you go…” Once again she gestured to the mistletoe above our heads. I rolled my eyes, preparing to walk away, but Loki had other plans. He grabbed my face and pulled me flush against his chest, pressing his lips to mine. His kiss was rough and his hands were merciless as they moved down my body, grabbing every bit of exposed flesh they could.

“Holy hell, Laufeyson,” I whispered breathlessly as we pulled away from the kiss. He said nothing and simply held out his hand before leading me to my room… at least I thought that’s where he was leading me but once we turned left instead of right I realized that’s not what was happening.

“Where are you taking me?”

“We’re just taking a little detour,” he assured me as we reached his room. “You can leave anytime you want,” he promised as he shut the door behind us and pressed my body against it.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“I promised I would help you get out of this dress… I intend to make good on my word. As soon as I saw you soaking wet in this dress I couldn't resist.

I scoffed. “That’s how you solve all your problems, isn’t it? By fucking your way out of them.”

He chuckled darkly. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it… late at night when you’re alone with nothing but your hand.” His fingers slowly moved down my side, reaching under my dress. “You can’t tell me your fingers haven’t slipped beneath your skirts to soothe that delicious little ache between your legs, hm?” He pressed his thumb to my clothed clit. “Tell me you haven’t imagined my hands down there… my tongue… my cock.”

“Fuck, Loki.”

His cock twitched in his trousers. “That’s it, darling. Moan my name.”

He pulled my panties to the side, slipping his finger through my folds. I was struggling to control my moans as they threatened to slip from my lips.

“None of that,” he hissed, smacking my ass with his other hand. “Let me hear you.”

I moaned and he chuckled darkly at the sound. “Such lovely little noises you make, darling.” He circled my clit with his thumb and I could feel my orgasm approaching as I gripped his shoulders.

“That’s it, little one,” he murmured into my ear, pressing his lips along my neck. He slipped his fingers inside my entrance, still circling my clit. “Norns, you feel perfect… can’t imagine how good you’re going to feel around my cock.”

I moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers and he chuckled. “There’s my good girl.” I could feel him smirking against my skin before he nibbled the skin of my ear. “Let go, darling. I’ve got you.” His other hand snaked around my waist. “I won’t let you fall. Just let go for me.”

My orgasm ripped through me and I moaned loudly as he continued circling my clit, helping me ride out the high. As I slowly came down he kissed me hard, murmuring against my lips. “You’re perfect.” He lifted me off the ground, gently tossing me on the bed. With a wave of his hand our clothes were gone and he climbed over me, grasping his cock in his hand, before searching my eyes. “May I?”

“Please, Loki,” I moaned, reaching out for him.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked. “Or would you prefer I use a condom?”

I shook my head. “I’m on the pill.” I grabbed his cock, stroking it. “Please.”

He smiled and I removed my hand, sliding it up his chest as he slipped his cock into my entrance, bracing himself above me. HIs eyes closed in pleasure, groaning as he slipped inside me.

“Fuck, darling… better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

I gripped his hips, slowly pushing him against me, begging him to move. He pressed his lips to mine and slowly began setting a steady pace, circling his hips. I moaned into his mouth and I could feel him smiling more each time I moaned for him. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured against my lips. “I can feel you getting close. He moved his hand to my clit, rubbing it harshly. “Cum for me, baby.” His hips started moving faster. “Cum,” he growled. “Cum now.”

My back arched as I came, moaning his name loudly. With a final thrust of his hips, he came inside me, pressing his hips hard against mine as he groaned in pleasure. His thumb was still rubbing my clit as I slowly came down from my high. As I settled back into the bed, breathing heavily, he removed his hand, kissing along my jaw.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, slowly pulling out of me. He conjured a cloth and carefully wiped my thighs. When he finished the cloth disappeared and he settled next to me but I knew I couldn’t stay.

I was preparing to redress and leave his chambers when I felt his arm wrap around my waist as his lips pressed to my shoulders. “Where are you going, little love?”

“Back to my room,” I answered.

“Why?”

“Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what most women you bring back do after you’ve fucked them?”

He scoffed. “You are not like most women I bring back here to fuck, darling… you are superior by far… and you mean far more to me than some common whore.”

I sighed, finally turning to face him. “Then do you act as if you hate me? Ever since our last mission together you’ve avoided me like the plague.”

“I can assure you, my darling… I would not let a plague anywhere near my cock. It is far too valuable an asset to be struck down by a plague.”

I rolled my eyes. “Good talk, Loki,” I said before standing up.

“No, wait!” He abruptly stood and moved in front of me, blocking my path. “I’m sorry, darling. You’re right… I was avoiding you but not for the reasons you think… When I was injured on the last mission… you saw a side of me no one ever has… you saw me vulnerable and I swore to never let anyone see me that way but… but you saw… and you didn’t run away… you didn’t try to use it against me. You… you actually seemed to care… and that scared me more than anything.”

“The thought of me caring for you scared you more than anything?”

He nodded. “I’ve never had that apart from my mother and Thor… it’s not something I thought I could ever get used to.”

“You could… if you wanted to,” I murmured, unable to meet his eyes, but he was having none of that. He lifted my chin, his eyes locking with mine.

“You mean it?”

I nodded.

“So you would… be mine… if I asked?”

Another nod.

“Then… w-would you… be mine?”

I nodded once again and crashed my lips to his, sealing that promise.

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dreamauri · 1 month

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♪ — 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 sebastian vetteln x fem! italian! reader (fluff) “. . . in whixh neither iof you speak the smae language, but can still understand each other through petals. you might not speak german and he not italian, but who can't speak flower?”

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Seb closed his eyes, freezing in his spot. he felt you gently brush his hair from in front of his face and clip the locks with the rest of his hair on his head.

When he opened his eyes again he couldn't look away from you, watching you brush the rest of his golden locks behind his ear gently. "Sembri così carino." [you look so cute] you giggled once you looked at the finished result. Sebastian vettel in a red apron holding a the batch of soil that still held the shape of the pot from which it was recently removed, with his hair pinned to the top his head with a hello kitty hair clip leaving his forehead exposed,

"danke." he mumbled with a little nod, trying to supress a smile which only resulted in an upside down smile. The blond didnt even realize he was staring, watching you go back to tending the garden until his mom jolted him out of his trance.

Spring was coming and your aunt decided to invite the her friend next door for a brief exchange of soil since she had extra and Heike Vettel could work a little on her own garden as well. This is where things get fluffy.

It was the moment Sebastian heard his mom mention the house across did his brain turn into mush and heart beat in rush.

the poor boys thoughts got up tangled up he swore he could hear his mom calling him to go with her because he was already putting his shoes on. And he did end up going with her because what kind of mom would Heike be to look her son in his big gorgeous blue eyes when he's all joyful and and say no?

"Es ist eine Überraschung, dich zu sehen, Sebastian." [a surprise to see you, sebastian] he greeted the middle aged woman back polietly as the two women went off to the kitchen. Slipping his shoes off, the blond went to follow when his eyes caught motion outside the back glass doors.

You're here. Now Seb's heart was truly pacing, seeing the sight of you gave him a sense of relief and anxiety. The italian girl that comes and spends the spring with her aunt every spring, thats what Sebastian knew you as. Every spring, once a year since he was a kid, you'd come over.

He remembers swinging at a park when he was 10 with his friends when he only really went there because he knew you'd be there riding your bike that day. Or that time he was 14 and instead of working on his kart inside the garage he worked in front because he wanted to impress you when you walked by.

Now that he was 19, he should probably do something about it. but the gust of the anxiety in his blood wasn't letting him, so he just stood by the sliding door a watched as you gently tend to the growing garden, removing plants from the pots and adding them in the raised bed.

Seb thought you looked beautiful and elegant, tending to nature and decorating the little garden despite it not being that big or having much to work with. And when you noticed him and called for help ( he assumed since he didn't speak italian and didn't understand your instructions ), Seb found himself in the apron, helping you preen flowers or add them to bed or pots or decorate little corners with stones.

This was fun. And what his mother found funny was the fact that his nature as a driver makes seb constantly keeps his hands clean - which is the total opposite of the situation he's in at the moment, fingers all dirty with soil stuck under his fingernails.

"Sebastian!" The blond jolted, looking back at his mom who couldn't help but laugh at his appearance. She left him out of his sight for 40 minutes and finds him barefoot and admist labour, holding a little pink carnation with his bangs held up with a hello kitty clip.

If it was any other woman, the blond would've ripped the clip out, washed his hands and feet and walked right out with his mom. If it were any woman he wouldn't even be helping her garden or letting her touch his hair. But this was you, the nice and kind and graceful- he could go on, but the point is that Seb found himself lucky- blessed even that you went out of your way to make sure that he was comfortable and not hurting his eyes.

Sebastian tried to hide the embarrassment looking away. He wasn't supposed to look so . . . whatever softie he looks like right now. "lass uns gehen." [lets go] his mom waved, tried to hold in her giggles. "Nein, nein, verlass ihn, sie haben Spaß." [no no, leave him, they're having fun] your aunt defended, also trying to supress her joy.

Seb huffed, furrowing his eyebrows ready to say something to defend his reputation but the words never left his mouth and his eyebrows uncreased quickly and eyes his eyes softened.

"Prenderò questo, si stresserà se rimane in aria troppo a lungo." [i'll take this one, it'll get stressed if its out in the air too long] whatever you said, seb agreed with you, gently and carefully handing over the pink flower, his hands and fingers brushing against your a few times, which might have been on purpose.

"Komm lass uns gehen. Lassen Sie die Arbeit im Stück." [come on, lets go. leave y/n work in piece] The blond sighed, stepping off the greenery and onto the pavement to hose his legs off as your aunt walked his mom to the door. "fermati di nuovo qualche volta." [stop by again sometime] he didn't even realise you'd walked right up to him. He gave you a little smile, still having no idea what you were saying but understanding your intentions.

if Sebastian could blush anymore than he already was, he would. You putting a little flower on his ear did it for him, and the smile you had as well as you waved before getting back to work.

Sebastian couldn't erase the smile of his face, looking at the flower in his room all giddy like a girl in a romcom. He went to dinner and back, sitting at his desk and admiring the plant. It was a while before he realized something.

FLOWERS HAVE MEANINGS! Seb remembers seeing a book with the title having the word that looks language. LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS!!

If Haike vettel didn't know something was up, she did now. "Wohin gehst du?" [where are you going] she asked, standing in the kitchen to ready dinner. "der Bibliothek." [the library] Seb answered as he ran jumped down the stairs and jumped into his shoes, shouting a bye before shutting the door after him.

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"ähm … Hallo." [uhm, hi] The blond greeted shyly once you opened the door. You greeted him with a smile and a 'ciao'. The feeling of seeing your eyes light up once he held up the pot with the purple flowers. Morning glory was the flower. 'affection' was the meaning, to reply to your 'you're lovely'

"sono adorabili." [they're lovely] you smiled widely taking them politely once he held them out for you, leaning in to smell a flower from the bunch. Sweet. it took you a second before it clicked in your head. The blush and bashful smile told Seb what he needed.

that was the first time seb gave you flowers, and definitely not the last. You received them often, even when you're in italy. the boy never seized to surprise you. it started off simple like blue salvia (thinking of you) up till pink Camilla (longing for you). Seb remembers that pink Camilla day very well, the 2008 Italian grand prix.

He made a call to the florist near you Friday night before and spent the morning worrying if you received the flowers or even understood them. He remembers sitting in his torro rosso on Sunday morning, playing with the hello kitty hair clip you gave him the year prior, fidgeting with it as it sat on his fireproof sleeve from under his race suit so he could sneakily wear it throughout the grand prix and maybe get a little luck to win the race he was starting from pole, in front of all the other hungry sharks.

his favourite part about that weekend was winning the grand Prix with you watching, kissing the camera which he wished was you. He won your home grand prix, what possible flower could be waiting for him when he gets home?

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Despite already moving out from his parents home by at this point in his formula one, Sebastian still went back. Spring was on its way and so were you.

You remember this day very well, you hadn't even finished unpacking when the doorbell rang. You didn't even have to check to see who it was, you were already running down the stairs and pulling the door open. Yours eyes lit up upon seeing the blue eyed blond, a giggle falling from your mouth as you stepped aside to let him in.

as he stepped inside, Sebastian pulled the small packet of seeds from behind his back. Yellow tulips. The way your smile light up your face as you excitedly pulled him to the garden before he could take his other shoe off.

Seb wansn't sure if he picked the right flower. he's been standing at the local florist for an hour or so with his now little own language and archive of flowers book, trying to find the correct flower.

theres sunshine in your smile , desperate love , hopeless love

sebastian sighed internally, watching you walk around the garden in progress. He put a smile when you returned. You held out your hands for him, and he complied letting you give him the jonquil.

returned affection , love me , desire

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"Ciaaaaao." You called out through the the flower shop once you heard the entrance door ding. You stepped out from behind the counter, feeling the whole room light up at the sight of your blond, hiding his face a boquet of tulips.

"Seb!" you giggled stepping towards him making the boy peak from behind the petals, a wide smile on his face. he giggled happily lowering the bouquet, welcoming you in a hug. red tulips? you thought, squeezing him in the hug briefly before pulling away and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

declaration of love

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"Y/N," Sebastian called gently, making you peel your eyes away from the stand of fruits in the busy farmers market. You looked to your husband eho had an exited smile holding something behind his back.

"what are you hiding?" you scolded, trying to see, only to be met by a gorgeous a pot of jasmine. "Sebastian," you scolded, making the grown man pout. "What are we going to do with a jasmine tree? We have a whole meadow at home."

"Read the flowers," Seb scolded back playfully, nudging you. he'd think that after 12 years of marrige youd still have all the meanings memorized.

unconditional and eternal love

"i think the bees will like these peaches, can you get me strawberries for the bumble bees? potted ones." "or we could just grow them." Sebastian countered as he walked away only to be pulled back gently.

He smiled widely upon seeing you gently tuck a forget-me-not and a primrose in his hair above his ear. "very well then." the blondie kissed your cheek before going to get the things you asked for.

eternal love , true love , i cant live without you

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chalupaheart · 7 days

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study break, theodore nott

content warnings: 18+, pure smut, oral fem!receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, overall just for the sluts.

the end of the year was approaching rather quickly, which meant O.W.L.s were approaching just as fast. your room was a wreck; your bed plastered in books, notes scattered all over your dormitory. it had been nearly a week since you've been able to get a full 8 hours of sleep. not only that, but you hadn't even been able to spend any time with your boyfriend. and you really missed your boyfriend.

and he was losing his mind without your company.

it was a dark stormy night, thunder crashing and rain pouring down. the windows of your room muffling the rain to a gentle patter against the glass. you found yourself nose deep in some book about potions, taking notes as you read. your hand cramping due to the constant writing you were doing. you didn't even know what you were writing anymore, all you could think about was how badly you needed a break, but you couldn't risk failing.

as if almost on queue — the door to your dormitory creaked open. whipping your head around to see your boyfriend leaning against your doorway; sweatpants hanging dangerously low — one small tug and they're coming down. his brown locks a mess, and that cheesy grin you absolutely adored painted on his pretty lips.

"i missed you." he said, before walking behind you, his hand reaching for your book and closing it.

you smiled, engulfing yourself into his arms and letting out a sigh of contentment. "i missed you so much." you whispered into his neck, your nose grazing his skin and taking in his scent.

his hands squeezed your waist, pressing a soft kiss onto your head before you moved away from his neck. "i'm sorry, i've been so busy with studying. i really missed you, theo." you frowned looking up into his eyes.

the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, "don't you worry, beautiful. i just couldn't go another minute without you."

his hands cupped your jaw, knees weak at the way you looked up at him. "i'm really glad you came. i've been so stressed out with these stupid exams." you gushed, "i just needed a break but if i take one ill be angry with myself and i just-"

"hey, hey, it's okay. i get it, i know you really care about passing. but you really need to relax, okay? i could tell how stressed you've been." he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"but-"

"a little break wouldn't hurt. trust me. let me take care of you, sweetheart." he smiled.

you nodded softly before pulling his lips into yours. sighing as soon as you felt the warmth of his lips against yours. theodore's hands roamed to your ass, tapping you and signaling you to jump.

as soon as you jumped he lead you two to the bed, using his other hand to push all the books off your bed. "sorry." you mumbled against his lips, as he hovered over you.

you let out a soft moan, feeling his jagged canines drag across your skin. his tongue following right behind to soothe the minor pain. his lips trailing wet kisses along your collarbones while his hands worked at the hem of your shirt.

the tips of his fingers barely grazing the soft skin of your abdomen. he pulled away from your neck to swiftly pull your oversized shirt over your head, leaving you exposed. the cold air of your room perking up your nipples. your arms instinctively wrap around yourself, covering your exposed chest.

"no need to be shy, baby." theodore said softly before peeling your arms off yourself. heat rose up to your cheeks, leaving a pink hue to your face.

theodore's lips almost immediately began to work at your chest. a plethora of dark purple hued marks scattered along your chest. your sounds spilling out off your tongue, only encouraging theodore.

your cunt ached, yearning for his touch. desperately, your hips bucked, meeting his in attempt to plead him for any sort of touch. you felt him smile against your chest, still suckling at your nipples.

"please, theo." you whined out, still pushing your hips against his. your hands were planted on his toned arms, watching the way they flexed when he held himself above you.

"i thought this was supposed to be a break, not a torment against me." you said in defeat. theodore chuckled before lifting his head from your chest, "torment against you? really?" he smiled. brows burrowed at your comment.

you giggled, "but seriously-" you whined out, his finger tips traveling down to the plush of your thighs. theodore continues to press wet kisses down your stomach, his fingers hooked around the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down painfully slowly.

your teeth caught your bottom lip, watching his lips quirk up in a smile at the sight of your lacey pink panties. he was torturing himself at this point. he eased your panties down your legs, groaning at the sight of your pretty, achy cunt. he blew directly onto your cunt, causing you to hiss. "so pretty." he groaned as his fingers dove into your folds, spreading your arousal to your throbbing clit.

you let out a high pitched moan, pushing your hips to meet his fingers once more. "theo, please-" you moaned out.

"please what? what do you need, baby?"

you really tried to form an answer. but the way his fingers prodded at your entrance really wasn't helping. all you could focus on was his touch.

you whined out, screwing your eyes shut.

"come on, baby. i know you can do it." he whispered, his breath fanning your cunt.

"fingers, need your fingers." you whimpered out, your cheeks growing pink in embarrassment.

"there you go." he said before pushing two fingers into your cunt. you gasped, fingers digging into his strong shoulders as the squelching sound of your wetness echos throughout the room as he curls his fingers expertly.

his pace quickened, the pad of his thumb pressing against your clit perfectly. "fuck- theo!" you moaned out.

god it hadn't even been a full week and just his fingers had you screaming?

before you could register your thoughts, you felt his tongue delve into your soaked folds, a groan bubbling up from his chest at your sweet taste.

your hands moved from his shoulders to his brown locks, tugging due to the immense feeling his tongue gave you. his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he pulled your legs onto his shoulders, his long fingers hitting a different angle.

"fuck. fuck. fuck." you let out a lewd moan, your stomach tightening at the immense feeling of his fingers lightly tapping your sweet spot. eyes rolling into the back of your head, "theo- gonna-" you moaned out.

he groaned against your cunt causing vibrations to travel straight to your core, pushing you to the edge. your legs trembled, thighs wrapping tightly around theo's head before the knot your stomach snapped, releasing all over his slender fingers. you felt his fingers and tongue leave your cunt, leaving you wanting more.

he lifted himself up, sucking your sweetness off his fingers all while staring you right in the eyes. your cunt clenching around nothing, your stomach doing flips.

slowly coming down from your previous orgasm — theodore came up from between your legs, pressing soft, wet kisses to the inside of your thighs. he placed one last gentle kiss on your clit, giggling at the way your legs trembled. you watched as he wiped your slick off his chin, his hands handing their way around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours — faintly tasting yourself on his tongue.

your mind was fuzzy, your hand finding the draw string to his sweats before undoing them, watching them slide down his legs. your manicured nails scratching at his happy trail as your hand slid into his boxers.

theodore moaned against your lips, mouth agape as your hand stroked him slowly. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses wherever his lips traveled.

you were basically salivating, feeling how heavy he was in your hand. you slowly pulled his boxers down, watching his dick spring out against his stomach. your thumb circled his pretty pink tip, precum oozing from his slit.

he let out a heavy breath, whimpers falling out of his mouth left and right.

"i need you." he whispered softly, watching your hand slide around his thick cock.

"you have me." you whispered against his ear, nibbling at his ear lobe. he placed his hand onto yours, running his tip through your puffy folds.

you let out a shaky breath, theodore pressing his forehead against yours as he pressed his hips against yours, stretching you out so deliciously.

you hummed, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. those gorgeous, blue half-lidded eyes. his hips snapped, immediately bottoming out inside you and thrusting relentlessly.

all that could be heard was your moans and the sound of skin slapping. you cringed in embarrassment at the amount of wet noises your pussy was making.

you moaned and whimpered into his ear, causing his hips to stutter.

"shit- if you keep making those noises i'm not gonna last any longer, pretty girl." he whispered against your cheek. suddenly, he shoved your legs up, pushing your thighs against your chest, fucking you at a whole new angle.

his hands firmly planted on your waist, watching him move in and out of you. mesmerized by the way your pussy swallowed him whole.

"god! theo- fuushhh-" you moaned out desperately. you were so fucked out, you couldn't even form coherent sentences. your brain was all mushy and fuzzy and all you could focus on was the way his tip was kissing your cervix.

he was relentless. you could barely breath. your tummy was spinning, and you could see stars. the moans that were leaving your mouth were so pornographic. everything about this was pornographic. the skin slapping and the wet noise of his thick cock plunging into you at an ungodly pace.

your hands gripped your sheets, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"oh, i know that pretty face. you gonna cum, baby?" theo says, brushing your hair out of your face and chuckling at your fucked out expression. your pretty little moans egging him on.

before you could even react, your tummy snapped and your walls were clenching around him. his hips began to stutter as he rode out your high, body going limp, legs shaking.

"cumming, gonna- cum.." theo whimpered, eyes rolling into the back of his head due to the way your celebrity walls wrapped so tightly and sweetly around him. he thrusted his warm load into your poor cunt, "love you s' much, pretty girl." he moaned out, riding out his orgasm.

a thin layer of sweat decorated your bodies. you laid still as he pulled out of you, lowering himself to eye level with your puffy, ruined cunt. he smirked to himself, watching your mixed juices pooling out of you, taking the opportunity to stuff everything that was spilling back into you.

you hips stuttered at at overwhelming warmth of his fingers. you were extremely sensitive. he came back up, to see you fucked out completely. breathing heavily, still gripping the sheets.

"fucked you a little too good, huh?" he said, placing a kiss on your kiss-swollen lips. you smiled against his lips, recovering from your mind blowing orgasm.

he pulled you into his arms, stroking your hair as you cuddled into him. he brought his knee up between your legs attempting to get comfortable before nudging your achy cunt.

you hissed, grabbing his shoulders. "fuck- still sore." you said, laughing a little.

"sorry."

mia speaks!

this is so bad, i haven't written anything this long since like my 8th grade draco malfoy wattpad phase... anyway, hope it isn't too bad i wrote this in my notes app so lmk if there's any errors cuz i didn't revise that well..

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a-simple-imagine · 7 months

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Pass Me By

Synopsis: Jordan doesn't wanna date you but no-one else can either.... based on this prompt by @poppy-metal

pairing: jordan li x fem!reader

words: 2.9k+

WARNINGS - swearing, suggestive themes, alcohol, insecurities about gender and just a hint of a toxic situationship

It's a tranquil, cosy night under the relaxing sound of rainfall rattling against the glass windows that do not open. faint moonlight bathes the room in a divine glow. this wasn't your dorm room but a place you knew all too well. from the collection of beer bottles starting to form across their desk to the joint buds in the ashtray. a guitar sits collecting dust in the corner. you've never seen them play it or so much as acknowledge it. a skateboard balanced on the shelf for decoration more than anything. The room always has this pleasant smokey cologne lingering in the air. it was a messy room. a sort of organised chaos that was so incredibly Jordan li. but you loved it. you'd drown in the ashy mix of cologne and joint smoke if you could because it meant spending time with them. it meant they wanted you here. it meant something. you liked Jordan and they liked you. although they had trouble showing it. you have had that very awkward conversation before but now you avoid any mention of it. they explained they didn't really know what they wanted and at the time, you were fine with that but now you're not too sure. now you kind of wish you could bring it up again and have a grown-up conversation but you're much too scared to face reality. because an ounce of their affection would always be better than none of it. you would rather live in the mystery than feel completely alone.

your head relaxes against their toned, slightly sweaty, chest. fingertips gliding up and down your stomach in a slow steady rhythm. it's delicate. soothing. tickles just a little bit. you could honestly stay like this forever, relishing in their affection. they feel so warm against you. it fills you with such a content, comfortable, feeling. you have been together like this for a while now, listening to them spill secrets in your ear like you're an angsty teenager's new journal. they scribble down all their hopes and dreams; their greatest fears. garnishing the page with pretty stickers and pictures so when they look back, they can't help but smile. it's silly but it makes you feel good. it was such a uniquely intimate moment. nobody knew Jordan the way you did. they didn't allow themselves to be vulnerable too often. perhaps some misguided attempt to seem cool and mysterious. but with you they did and that must mean something, right?

"I don't know," their soft voice fills the otherwise quiet room. "it's really kinda stupid."

"you don't have to tell me," you explain, moving your head to briefly look up at them. "but I'm here if you want."

a warm silence settles over the two of you. you take it as a sign that they don't want to talk about it which is fine. you would never pressure them into talking about anything they're not comfortable with. After a moment, they speak up again. "my powers are such a big part of who I am," their voice is very quiet almost like they're scared to say it. "would I still be this way without them?"

rolling onto your stomach, you finally look up at them properly. his hair is tousled and just a little messy but pretty. no matter what, it always looked pretty. even in the dim light, you can notice the dusting of pink across their cheeks. they seemed content; relaxed. "be what way?" you wonder. jordan's hand that once danced across your skin now rests against the small of your back.

"bigender, obviously."

"I don't know," they wanted an answer you couldn't give to them. identity was such a personal thing." how did you feel when you were younger?"

"I guess it's always been a little confusing,"

"Why are you suddenly questioning it?" you wonder with a slight chuckle. imitating their action from earlier by running your fingers up and down their chest.

"dunno," they shrug. "it's just a little fucked that my powers are just one more thing for people to hate me for."

without powers, Jordan never would have gotten into Godu. and if they hadn't gotten into godu, you'd probably never have met. the world can be a cruel place full of distaste and anger but as selfish as it was, you're grateful for the opportunity to know them. "you're always gonna get people who hate supes."

"yeah, but I mean like people hate that I shift. the whole bigender thing doesn't sell- it's fucking shit." his voice is louder now; firm. "add that to the whole Asian thing and I'm screwed. everything is against me."

"Jordan," you hum softly, stopping your motion. they've always been so confident in their identity. never cared what anyone else wanted from them. it was something you admired about them, so it was almost weird watching them discuss it with such uncertainty. to question something so fundamental to them. you hardly knew anything about yourself. "do you want to know what i think?"

"i guess," he huffs out. a grumpy little guy.

"I don't think it actually matters," you urge, planting a gentle kiss against their sweaty stomach. "maybe you wouldn't have been bigender. maybe you would have. maybe your powers are just a manifestation of who you were always meant to be. at the end of the day, all that matters is who you are now." you lay your head back down against their chest. "and i think they're pretty awesome." with a gentle hum, his arms slide over to hug you against them. guess they were satisfied with that answer.

"Well thanks," he says after a moment. "now if you could just convince the rest of the world to be less transphobic or xenophobic too, that'd be more useful."

"I'll get right on that,"

"parents would be happier. the powers they wanted but none of the gender shit. just their perfect superhero son."

"you are their perfect superhero son." you grin. "you're just also their perfect superhero daughter too. their perfect superhero person."

"you think I'm perfect," he teases.

"I think you're… something."

"hot? sexy? the coolest? what?"

you chuckle. leaning down to kiss their stomach but this time you gently nip the skin. "I'm not gonna feed that massive ego of yours."

"I already know you're obsessed with me," his grasp around you tightens ever so slightly. "can hardly blame you." you smile against them. they were probably right. you wouldn't admit it. "I wish they looked at me the same way."

"fuck them."

"don't talk about my parents like that." Jordan insists. "only I can say stuff like that."

"Sorry," you respond. you can hear their heart beating in their chest. one heart. one beautiful, fucked up person. you let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the sound of Jordan li. "people put expectations on us and that's fucked. just be whoever you want."

"suppose." he mumbles softly. "sorry for being pathetic- no more talking about stupid ass feelings."

"I don't mind." you really didn't. you would listen to them talk about anything. "really."

the thing about being with Jordan is that you're never really with Jordan. it is always very hot and cold. you may find yourself in their bed naked, listening to their confessions but the very next day, they would probably ignore you. you rationalise their reaction by considering it embarrassment. they get self-conscious when it comes to being vulnerable. that doesn't make you feel better in the immediate sense but does allow you to remain hopeful for the future. you often see them around campus but you don't really talk. even if you did, they prefer to act like you hardly know each other. even just a smile is too much for Jordan Li; they prefer a dirty look. occasionally they found the time to text you back but that's hardly anything to write home about. plus you're always the one to initiate the conversation unless they're after something. your friends think they're an asshole. every time you find yourself left on read or longingly stalking their social media, they'd tell you to move on. and that's how you ended up here. at some random dorm party. apparently, the best way to get over them is to find someone new. you didn't want someone new but apparently, that's not a good enough reason to stay home. it's not a bad party. it's actually pretty fun once you relax and stop checking your phone every few minutes. but you should have known that if there was a party, Jordan Li would probably be there looking as radiant and mysterious as ever. a ghost haunting you in a crowd of drunk students. they also seemed to have a way of always knowing exactly where you are. you'd keep catching sight of them when you're getting a drink or talking to someone new. you're supposed to be ignoring them but they're making it very hard.

with a red cup full of the most disgusting beer in one hand, you're sitting on a couch listening to some random guy tell you all about himself. his name was Mike. Matthew? Matthew seemed correct. you don't remember exactly. it is so loud in here. the music wasn't even good. he was handsome though.

"so that's why I decided psychology would be better." he continues to explain his shift in major which had to do with his family. it's a sweet story. he seemed like such a genuine person. "I wanna help people but not through crime-fighting plus that'll give me a chance to work with supes and regular people."

"that's cool," you nod. it came out a little sarcastic but you never meant it that way. you had such admiration for people who wanna use their powers for good. it's not like you wanted to take over the world or anything but rather you had no clue what you wanted. it reminded you of your conversation with Jordan. you have no clue who you are or what you want. "I wish I was smart enough for that. kinda feel like I'm just here at the moment."

"that's fine too like you've got loads of time," he assures you, shuffling a little closer. a hand coming to rest on your arm along the back of the couch.

"that's true," you agree. "I don't know. we'll see, I'm not too worried like it's-"

"hey," you both look up to spy a masculine Jordan Li staring back with their arms crossed over their chest. his expression was indecipherable but fuck, did he look so good. "you gonna introduce us?" why would you introduce them? jordan wasn't part of this interaction and you hardly knew the other guy. Why was Jordan even here? they haven't spoken to you in days. when you don't respond, Matthew takes the liberty of introducing himself. you did remember his name correctly. "I'm Jordan."

"I know- everyone knows. you're in the top ten dude." Matthew is a little too eager. you would think he was the one sleeping with them.

"I am, yeah. can I just borrow," they point at you. "for a sec."

"uh…"

"I'm sorry. I'll be back." as you stand, Jordan clasps your wrist and basically hauls you up and off towards the hallway. you don't bother protesting. they were stronger than you anyway. "what do you want?"

"what are you doing?" voice firm. jordan shifts to his femme form. fluffy short hair becomes an adorable bob. a much smaller frame but arguably more intimidating.

"excuse me?" your brow furrows.

"Are you stupid ?" Jordan asks, in a slightly more aggressive tone. "what are you doing?"

"what do you mean?" you had no clue what was going on right now. "I'm not doing anything."

"that dude is like all over you."

"no, he isn't. We're just talking," you argue.

a humourless laugh. "I know you're not that fucking naive,"

"Why do you even care?" you shoot back. you would hardly consider the conversation you were having the epitome of flirting. sure, there were a few lingering glances and some touching but there wasn't anything wrong with that. at least they were actually interested, unlike Jordan. "you've been ignoring me all week." a flash of surprise across their face that quickly disappears as they turn away from you.

"I've been busy."

"That's what you always say-"

"excuse me for having a life that doesn't revolve around you," Jordan fires back snappily, scowling back at you.

"why are you mad at me?"

"oh, I don't know. blatantly flirting with guys when you know I'm right there is a pretty shitty thing to do."

"I'm not flirting with anyone, we're just talking about our majors," you clarify. "and it's none of your business anyway, it's not like we're together. I can flirt with whoever I want."

"so you admit it." a scoff leaves your mouth. wait. was Jordan Li jealous right now? the same Jordan li who couldn't be bothered to so much as smile at you in the hallway was now mad that you're talking to someone else at a party? you can't help but laugh a little and when they frown in confusion, you laugh a little more.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" you ask, a playful quirk of your brow. "is the infamous Jordan Li jealous?"

"don't be an idiot," they defend, taking a step away and leaning back against the wall. you watch them carefully before following their gaze out into the sea of other people. "why would I be jealous?"

you close the distance once more; leaning in close. you hold their gaze. such soft pretty eyes hold so many secrets. "because you like me,"

"fuck off," Jordan huffs, flinching away from you. "I don't care what you do."

this whole conversation proved otherwise but okay. either way, you were done arguing over it. you were supposed to be focusing on other people not getting wrapped up in Jordan li again. "sure," you comment sarcastically. "I'm gonna get a drink and you're gonna leave me alone." you don't give them a chance to respond; simply walking away in search of a new drink. you half expect them to follow but they don't. with a fresh red cup, you decide to return to Matthew. he seems to have found somebody new to talk to. a tall guy with very distinctive feline eyes. "sorry about that." the boy looks at you, with a confused frown and then back to his friend. That was weird. "are you okay?"

"yeah," a smirk. "I just don't fuck with other people's girls. too messy." with that said, they both walk away. other people's girls? you weren't dating anyone. falling down against the couch, you search the crowd and spot a certain guy sporting a mischievous smirk. surely not. surely Jordan wasn't that much of a dick. when they catch your eye, they start walking towards you

"you look a little lonely over here."

"fuck you." you spit sharply.

"touchy." they hold their hands up in the air to feign innocence.

"you're such a fucking asshole," you grumble. sinking further down into the plush fabric of the couch. you were pissed. not over Matthew specifically. after all, you hardly knew him. but over the fact, that Jordan was so petty. you never expected them to do something as stupid as this.

"I didn't do anything " Jordan claims, a quick shrug of their shoulders. "he was just a dick."

"you told him I was your girlfriend."

"I didn't do shit," Jordan responds casually, shifting into their femme form as they fall down on the couch beside you. you sit forward ready to leave but not quite doing so. "I just decided to come talk to you since you seemed all lonely- sorry for trying to be nice."

"you don't know how to be nice."

"ouch," a playful hand slaps over the heart. "however will I go on" they chuckle, leaning back in their seat.

"fuck you."

"Will you chill out," their hands slide over your shoulders; gently pulling you back and into their awaiting embrace. "that guy was fucking dull as shit,"

"you don't even know him," you huff. no attempt to move out of their embrace; breathing in their perfume. it was surprisingly fruity. not their normal go-to.

"maybe not." Jordan answers. "but I know you." she hugs you against her chest. warm and tight. "I know your body." their hand slips down across your waist to rest upon your upper thigh. leaning in close, her breath is hot against your neck. "that dude could never fuck you as well as I do." whispered in your ear. A tingle spills down your spine. you shift against them, feeling very hot all of a sudden. "we both know it." you swallow hard. You don't know what to say. and frankly, you're worried that if you do they'll hear the tremble in your voice. you definitely don't want them to know the effect they had on you. not right now. not when you're supposed to be ignoring them. a feather-like kiss against your neck before it presses deeper. jordan sinks her teeth into your skin and your mouth falls open. a soft sigh slipping into the air.

"fuck…"

"That's what I thought," hummed against your skin before they pulled away. "so how about we stop playing games and go find somewhere quiet," they gently squeezed your thigh. "yeah?"

Jordan fucking li. they really were a piece of work. and your friends were gonna be oh so disappointed in you.

#gen v #jordan li #jordan li x reader #the boys #jordan li x you #derek luh #london thor

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novthewolf · 10 months

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Two's company, three's a family - Part one

Summary: As a cupid, an angel of love, your mission was to make sure everyone was paired up with the right person. Yet you couldn't get your two most ancient clients to finally end up together. And despite the 6,000 years spent on the case, you couldn't bring yourself to give them up, not oblivious to the reason.

Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley / GN!Reader x Crowley / GN!Reader x Aziraphale (polyamorous relationship).

Masterlist : Here

Warnings: foul language, alcohol use, slow burn, english isn't my first language.

Words : +3k word

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You were mopping around, wondering how the fuck you still hadn't managed to get those two sugar-rotten bird brains to get together ! You ran your hands through your hair and went down to rub your face. You reached for your glass and drank down every last drop.

6,000 bloody years you spent with them, and nothing !

So much work for no true result.

And, just for the record, you wanted to insist that you are really good at your job.

No, you weren't bragging; you really were ! A lot of cupids were cruel little things, and it had to do with the fact that you feed on the love a person feels for another. And since it didn't have to be reciprocated, most preferred to work less—well, smarter—rather than harder. But you just loved love stories. Of any kind, really ! Motherly, fatherly, between siblings, friends... Nevertheless, being able to form a perfect match and seeing the joy you brought to others always filled you with joy.

A cupid is just a specific type of angel meant to spread love all over the world. Which included humans, animals, and supernatural beings such as demons and angels. However, your peers weren't your favourites. They were too focused on their jobs, being either neutral towards each other or straight-up hateful. And hate tasted too bitter to your liking.

Which was probably the reason why you were so interested in Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship to begin with. They were so friendly and caring that something inside you just clicked. Even if their love story was the slowest burn you ever encountered, you couldn't bring yourself to give up.

Hell no ! Mmh, no. You were too stubborn to accept your failure. Yes, failure. Because despite spending every moment with them (well, when they were together) and using so many arrows, those two just wouldn't come together ! And to make sure your bow and arrows worked, you almost paired up every goddamn duck at St. James Park.

Nothing worked ! Nothing !

Ugh, so annoying...

In your case, the only connection you seem to have in this vast universe is with the pub and your drink... And to the generations of barmen you complained to.

"How can someone be so oblivious ?" Your drunken words slipping out of your mouth without anyone to talk to.

"Tell me about it." A voice said next to you.

Oh, you recognised the voice alright; you just didn't feel like engaging in a conversation with anyone right now. Still, you were polite enough to acknowledge their presence.

"Hi Mihael." You mumbled.

"Good evening to you too, Y/N !" She chirped, her voice too positive for you to appreciate right now. You groaned and rested your head on your arms.

"What do you want ? It's not your type to be staying down there once your shift's over," you said before looking up at her.

Her dark pink eyes were scanning the pub warily. You rolled your eyes, her attitude reminding you how atypical you've become. Being among humans, eating food, or even walking on earth was something Cupid didn't do. Flying around was the most common attitude, as was having really limited contact with humans, or "clients," as Archangel Chamuel calls them. But you loved your time on earth with every creature, though eating ex-living animals isn't your thing. And being a freak was actually something you were doomed to be. You knew you were different from other mystical beings, and it was really fucking lonely.

"You're right ; I don't know how you can stand all the smells and, ugh, sensations." She shuddered.

You sighed, waiting as patiently as you could in that moment.

"But I guess you should enjoy as much as you can while you can."

What ? Why would she say that ? Did you do something wrong ? Did they realize you... No. And they never noticed that you spent your time with a demon (angels were obliviously okay) and tried to match up said demon with Aziraphale. Did they finally catch up ? Or were they upset that you mostly lived with humans ? No, you are almost the best cupid, producing so much love, as proved by how many ducks you shot.

"M-Mh.. sure.. but, mmh.. I didn't know my time on earth was on a timer." You tried to joke lightly, which was heavily ineffective in calming your nerves.

"Of course not silly," she beamed. "Armageddon is coming !"

"Wha-" you sat up, almost tumbleling down. "Already ? Are you sure ?"

"Affirmative ! The anti-Christ is being delivered as we speak."

"Oh, great..."

You just wanted to cry right here and now, but you really couldn't afford to. It would be crossing a line.

It wasn't fair. You still had so much to experience on earth and so many love stories to create, and you wanted to spend so much more time with Crowley and Aziraphale. They still needed to be together ! You couldn't let the End begin before you even saw the beginning of their love story. No, uh-hu! You will go down with this ship!

"How long before Armageddon ?" you asked.

"Oh, I would say around ten years."

Alright, you could do it. You just had to help two opposite beings, who spend almost all their existence together without technically being a couple, become one. Because how thing should be. And you had ten years to do so, even if you hadn't succeeded in the last 6,000 years. It could work ! You knew them and their love for humankind and their world. They would certainly team up to prevent the war and apocalypse from happening. And you were there to help. In every way. You scratched your itchy right arm.

"Right, sure... well, thanks, Mihael. Send my regards to Adriel."

"I will, thank you ! Oh, and Chamuel ordered that we lay off all the workers during the last week before the war, so we could be ready to fight."

"Mmh-hm." You nodded. Alcohol was messing up your communication skills.

"Great ! See you at the war."

When you turned, she was gone, leaving you wondering how you'd end up like this.

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(4004 av-JC)

In the beginning, you were in the Garden of Eden. You were here to supervise Adam and Eve's love development; you didn't shoot the arrow, though. They would have never let you do it anyway. Actually, every creature in the Garden had been paired up, but you didn't get the chance to create any of them. As disappointed as you were, you were not the type to overstep and you couldn't express anything. So you decided to be patient and walk around the garden discretely.

You suddenly came to a stop when you spotted something unusual slithering around the diversity of plants. You walked up to a 'lilac' tree, which looked more like a bush than anything else, and you saw an animal that was crawling on the trunk among the beautiful purple flowers. The creature was so long yet flexible that it didn't have any problem staying on such a small platform. His colours intrigued you too—mostly black with touches of red—and you had never seen anything like this quite yet. Your eyes widen, and you slightly rush to observe it further. The snake, while taken aback, didn't move and instead glared at you. His eyes were so beautiful and golden, and his scales were spotless and sleek, but touching the poor thing would certainly scare him away.

"What a beautiful thing you are... I'm glad God decided to make you !"

The creature started to retreat as soon as your words passed your lips, looking flustered. Declining his embarrassment, you chirped hapily. And with a glimmering smile, you resumed roaming around the paradise.

The wall was growing bigger and bigger as I approached one of the gates of Eden, curious to see the border and maybe get a peek on the other side—a glimpse of the barren and dry land. You were an inquisitive thing; your curiosity was way stronger than your fear. Despite anyone says or believe. But as you gently approached the door, someone called you.

"Mh, excuse me ! Little cupid ?"

Oh ! You weren't that small ! Pff, guardian angels could be so strict sometimes.

You rolled your eyes, soared up in the sky, and let yourself turn upside down to see who was interrupting your investigation.

"Yes ?" you sighed. "Mh !"

You weren't acquainted with lots of angels outside your group, but you were sure that you had already seen him before. His appearance was so welcoming, despite the raging, flaming sword that carefully remained in his firm grip. His hair was white and as fluffy as a cloud. You couldn't quite grasp his eye colour, though, which was always changing between blue, brown, and green. His human body was round and large, a body type you'd never seen before. Yet you smiled at his soft appearance. His tunic seemed to be slightly covered with bright purple petals here and there. You turned over, lying on your stomach in midair, looking at him expectantly.

"Hello." He smiled, then took a ragged breath, looking for words. "Mh, I'm afraid I must request that you not go closer to that gate."

You looked away, apologetic.

"Oh, I see... Sorry."

You were conscious of how leaving your station could get you in trouble, and being so close to the door could bring him problems as well. You sensed how agitated he was and went on to leave him in peace.

"Well, mh, good luck with, huh, guarding the door," you said, trying to look less churlish than the way you acted merely seconds ago.

"Oh well, that's kind of you." He smiled, touched by your words. "Good luck with all the love."

Seeing how thrilled he seemed made you happy. Your body was taken over by the intense emotion in your heart, and you began to fly while looping and spinning vigorously.

Suddenly, you stopped. You've never experienced anything like it. Your primary role as a cupid was to make matches between creatures by shooting them with arrows. Your vision allowed you to perceive the chances of happiness and love each creature could produce while bound by the other. There were hundreds of possibilities, and your job is to make sure your "client" finds the perfect match. In order to do so, you had to be able to identify each emotion with clarity and precision. Minimising your own emotions to work in the most efficient way possible Thus, you shouldn't feel too much emotion despite the satisfaction of your good job and all the love you could eat. And in your case, anything...

Feeling such a rush of emotion shouldn't be something you're capable of doing. You shouldn’t be feeling anything. You observed your right hand, confused and visibly shaking. Closing your eyes, feeling irrated at yourself, you marched back to where you came, hoping to find new animals to shoot to occupy your mind.

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Adam and Eve were gone. Apparently, a snake—well, a demon—tempted the first human, and now they had to leave the garden. Just because they wanted answers to their questions. Needless to say, you weren't very keen to try and look beyond the wall without permission.

So you were simply floating in the air right next to the wall, waiting for an order from your Boss. Gazing up at the sky, you noticed how its blue colour darkened as the first rain approached. You sighed and decided to just go back to Heaven, hoping you'd finally get the chance to shoot at someone. Some may call you obsessive; you prefer the term persistent.

As you were sitting up and flying up. And the moment you saw the tall structure disappearing in the corner of your eye, you kept going up. But, afraid you might regret not gazing back, you dared to dart your eyes down to the rest of the world.

"Huh?" you softly gasped.

You saw the desert spreading from your heart to the horizon, arid and lonely, with the clouds darkening the land. Your heart ached as you watched what lay ahead. And as you felt your eyes water, you lowered your gaze. And the sight that welcomed me was so out of this world yet felt so... right.

An angel and a demon stood next to each other, talking and fraternising. You didn't really fight the war, but you knew how both sides hated each other. The metallic taste was already way too familiar in your mouth. But the premise of their relationship already smelled so sweet, despite a wisp of sourness.

A wave of euphoria struck you in the most unexpected way, and the sensations it brought you were simply too delightful to feel queer. You saw their bound, so precise and distinct, that you nearly thought you were a part of it. It just felt so real. So good.

You were so excited ! You beamed with all your might as you desperately tried to manifest your bow and arrows as quickly as possible.

As a novice in archery, you wanted to correctly seal the bound, so you decided to place three arrows because, like no one has said yet, "Three times' the charm". You aimed leisurely, breathing deeply and checking the quality of your multi-coloured arrows. The grey head of it is silently hurrying you to shoot.

And so you did. With a faint whistle, the arrows raced towards their target. The first one landed right in the back of the demon, on his left side. The second was pierced lower, in the calf of the angel. It didn't even hurt them; it was a great shot, really.

You retracted your arm, proud of yourself.

Then, you simply went straight back to Heaven. Still, the sky looked so dark, and the rain started to pour down on your cheeks.

And you don’t know why, but a profound need to seek comfort made you look down one last time. The guardian had stretched out his wing for the demon to hide under. So thoughtful, so caring, so warm...

You left after your first match was a success.

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(Present days)

You later learned that matching an angel and a demon was strictly forbidden. You blushed at the thought, embarrassed. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to abandon the relationship. Well, now you had to be super efficient if you wanted that ship to sail at all.

You drank down your last glass of your favourite alcohol, paid for your decent amount of beverages, and wobbled yourself towards the Aziraphale bookshop.

You weren't always invisible when you dealt with them; you gave yourself plenty of time with them along the way. They were aware that you were an angel, just not the exact type. You don't think they mind your company, but you prefer to limit your interactions.

However, you were running out of time, and you really didn't want to miss a thing. You hummed the song that sneaked into your head on your way. Once you arrived in front of the door, you tried to stabilise yourself by resting your whole weight on it. And you tumbled down into the shop. In your defence, the door was always closed !

Aziraphale and Crowley both looked towards you, shocked. Well, Crowley was more amused than anything. You rasped into the carpet and pivoted your head to greet them profusely.

"Hellooo !" you exclaimed, your tone drowsy.

"Y/N ? Why, dear, what are you doing here ?" Aziraphale promptly came to your side, helping you up.

"On the floor ? Well, I obviously just fell," you jested. You felt weightless as Crowley joined you two to carry you somewhere other than the dusty floor.

"So, you heard about the End of the world, I presume?" Crowley asked. They both let you down slowly on your assigned divan. You felt a hand brush a lock of hair out of your eye.

"Mmh." You rolled on your side to face them as they sat down on the opposite side. You'll have to work on that too.

"Yeah, someone mentioned it..." you waved. A few moments passed in silence. You guffawed when you noticed the bottle settled on the table.

"Sorry, it seems I had a bit of a head start, but go on!" You laid down on your back. "I'll wait for you to catch up"

Aziraphale shot a slight disapproving look in your direction, pouting a little, while Crowley reached eagerly for the bottle.

"Don't mind if I do," he said as he poured himself a large drink.

Shortly after, the angel followed you two. Alright, setting up the mood... This silly matter is going to be settled in a matter of hours now! You were perfectly capable of doing so. Aziraphale raised his glass to you, and you flashed your teeth. They don't know what's going their way.

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And they didn't, because your smartass decided to evacuate all the liquor from your body by sleeping.

Now, as you wake up, they're talking about dolphins. Oh, sure, what adorable and romantic sociopaths they are. It's obviously the best choice of conversation !

"Everything will just turn into bouillaba-bouil... bouilla..."

You sat up, pushing away a blanket, and listened to those dorks trying to pronounce bloody "Boui-...llabai...." Well, that dish !

"Fish stew," you concluded.

"Anyway," Crowley said with a weary tone. "It's not their fault. And that's the same with gorillas! They'll say : 'Woop, the sky's gone red! Stars crashing down ! What do they put in bananas these days ?!'" His drunkenness struck you, and you realised what Armagadon really meant.

"All the creatures..." you started.

"Whether they'd be great or small..." Aziraphale ended.

You both looked distraught. You loved all those little things; you spent countless hours discovering every one of them. The first time you saw a whale, you got so emotional that you cried. Thankfully, you were underwater, so Aziraphale, who came with you that day, didn't see your unusual sensitivity.

"And there's worse ! When it's all over, we're going to have to deal with eternity !" he yelled, his voice squeaking like that of a chipmunk.

"Eternity ?" Aziraphale wondered, disoriented. He didn't quite understand why on earth Eternity would be worse than the End itself.

"You're just upset you won't be able to listen to musicals, while we will," you teased.

"And you'll miss my very constructive critics, especially on The Phantom Of The Opera !"

"You utterly roasted it !"

You were ready to argue your arse off, but Aziraphale had his own things to say.

"I don't like it more than you do. I can't disobey... I've got to do what I'm told... right Y/N ?" He asked for your support.

"Mmh nh.. Yes, sure, but I don't think they pay attention to these sorts of things." You suddenly gagged. You weren't sure that giving back the liquor to the bartender was such an idea, but you couldn't afford to throw up.

"Maybe we should sober up."

They both agreed and quickly got sober.

"Listen, even if I wanted to help you, we just can't." Aziraphale explained while glancing at you, once again to encourage him.

"It's true, Crowley, we're angels. We cannot interfere with God's plan," you said, lying back on the couch.

"But what about Satan's plan, mh ?" His red hair framed his head, and your eyes focused on his, snake-like and wide. His whole face was encouraging you to listen further.

"It's your job, right ? Thwarting the demonic plan. Encouraging humans to be "good", mmh ?"

"No need to quote..." you sulked.

"That's broadly what we do, indeed." Aziraphale conceeded.

"With that in mind, it would be totally reasonable for you to act on the birth of the Anti-Christ. To thwart my demonic influence on the child while he grows up. I'm the only one managing his evil upbringing. Against two angels with such pure hearts, I would highly struggle to stand my ground."

Wait up, two angels ? Uh, you were getting way too involved for the two of them to easily seal the deal. You needed a way out. Aziraphale was considering the idea, giving you enough time to hastily prepare a counterargument.

"M-mh, so much good energy would change the boy too much. Everyone will realise it. I think it's too much of a risk. No, it would be best if the two of you took care of him. You know, like, uh, godfathers !"

The pleased and hopeful look on the fluffy angel's face caused you to sigh in relief. Crowley, however, was frowning. You just grinned, gathering all your charm to erase any suspicion.

"Still, he's made to be evil; surely the influence of two angels wouldn't hurt."

Think of something. You had to get those two together !

"I'll be your safety net ! Assuring the Heavens that Aziraphale is doing an excellent job !" You gestured towards him, nervous and frantic. The angel flinched slightly but didn't say anything. You nodded and smiled before turning to Crowley.

"And ! I'll mess with other people's demon jobs ! Giving them plenty of things to keep their minds off the Anti-Christ's childhood." You clapped your hands and tied your lips together, praying it would be enough.

The demon was scanning your face, taking in what you just said and your attitude. Aziraphale then faced his friend and supported your plan by taking a place beside you.

"It would be safer and less noticeable." He placed a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him. When he noticed, he smiled in his reassuring way.

Meanwhile, Crowley had closed his eyes tightly, exhaling more air than normal humans actually had in their bodies. The dude's a balloon, apparently. His eyelids opened abruptly, and he offered his response.

"Ngh... fine."

Yay, victory.

"I can't believe I have to convince you to agree to a plan you created," you teased him.

"Er."

"It might work !" said Aziraphale happily. You hoped everything would go smoothly and that you could prevent the Earth from boiling, causing the destruction of either Hell or Heaven. You felt the angel almost wriggle next to you, and the demon smirked his way. Maybe it would be easier than you thought.

"Well, I'll be damned !" he exclaimed quietly. His brighting up the room.

"It's not so bad when you get used to it," Crowley answered mischievously.

And there it is. Hardships. Aziraphale lost his smile and looked at him with a warning. It really stuck in his craw.

"Crowley, don't they say thingz like that !" he scolded vigoursly.

"It's just a joke; don't make a big deal out of it." Crowley finally sat back, waving off Aziraphale's arguments. The angel took a step towards Crowley, standing in front of you. While he continued his rambling, the red head peeked your way and winked, obviously amused.

You rubbed your face with your hand but grinned as well. Easy ? Yeah, right.

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This is the first chapter of this series : "Two’s company, three’s a family"

I hope you enjoyed it and will stay around to see how all of this will play out.

Bye !

Parts : Next

#good omens #good omens s2 #crowley x aziraphale #crowley x reader x aziraphale #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader #polyamory #david tennant #neil gaiman #micheal sheen #ineffable husbands #lgbtq #twoscompanythreesafamily

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short-honey-badger · 5 months

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Peppermint Tea 10

Late night post! Couldn't sleep! Have some tooth rotting fluff!

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The days dragged on, Mihawk actually busy for once with Navy orders to investigate a new emergence of rookie pirates at the edges of Doflamingo's territory. The world leaders knew that the pink moron would rather turn a blind eye to any criminal activity in his region.

Even with his experience with much of the Grand Line and the New World, it still took Dracule a few days past a month for him to even return back to Gloom Island. He found that he missed you terribly, to the point that even Perona had pointed out his less than stellar mood. Not that he was ever really expressive anyway. Mihawk ignored her questions as he packed his ship once more for another week of travel.

Perona floated after him, a scowl on her pretty face, “You just got back, and you're already leaving again? Why? What about me?”

Hawkeye rolled his eyes, “I have a life outside of this castle, Perona,” he groused out and carefully stacked the books he had mentally chosen on his way back to Gloom Island. Last time he had seen you, you were particularly interested in the Blues. One of the thick tomes he'd picked would be a perfect gift for you.

“You didn't three months ago,” She snapped back at him and crossed her arms in a pout. She hated being ignored! What was she supposed to do all alone in this dreary old castle? Zoro wasn't here to entertain her any longer.

Dracule sighs, sweeping his hand through his hair and leveling the ghost girl a look, “It's rude to dig into other people's business. So stay out of mine,” He points out and then closes the bag full of books. Another smaller satchel rests at his feet, though that one is full of small trinkets from his foray into the New World.

Usually, he strayed away from the market stalls and overpriced jewelry, but a small wind chime made of green sea glass had caught his eye. Dracule had paid for it without looking at the price and then continued on his way, unconsciously keeping a lookout for anything else that he thought you may like.

The warlord may or may not have ended up with a few more than he had even meant to buy, but Mihawk thought about the look of joy that would cross your face at his gifts, and pushed the thought of how many he'd gotten away.

“Well someone should be in your business! You've been so sneaky, Dracy! I want to know what you've been up to!” Perona demands again with a huff. She doesn't care that it's rude to butt into his business. He took care of her, let her stay on Gloom Island, and hadn't kicked her out like she knew he could. Perona would look after him, too!

“Give it up, Perona,” Dracule grumbled, tone final as he picked up both bags and slung them over his shoulder. He fixed his hat with his free hand and then marched out of his study without a word to the floating pink girl.

Mihawk wouldn't lie and say that he didn't feel at least the tiniest bit bad for lying to Perona. He did care for the girl, in a way like one would a stray cat. But she also had a big mouth, and Dracule had already slipped up once with Shanks. He couldn't do that again.

The ghost girl pouted behind him as she followed the warlord all the way outside and to his ship. A frown took over her face when she noticed that he was packed as if he would be gone for a while. The ship looked more crowded than usual, and she wondered what Mihawk had stored away.

“Well. How long will you be gone for?” Perona asks quietly and tries not to let it show how upset she actually was with Dracule leaving already.

The older man sighs, stepping off his ship to trudge back inside the castle, “I won't be leaving until tomorrow. The trip takes around a week. I plan to stay for at least four days and then a week trip back,” Dracule says and makes sure to keep everything as vague as possible. He glances at the young girl and rolls his eyes when she still looks upset.

“We will go shopping when I come back. Will that appease you?” Mihawk asks, and it's like a light switch.

Perona grins in excitement. Shopping with Mihawk means getting whatever she wants. The warlord had more than enough berri to spend.

“Fine! But I want to go to the best places, Mihawk! You owe me that,” She demands and crosses her arms in a huff, ready to argue her case if denied.

“As long as it keeps you quiet,” Dracule says instead, and Perona just sticks her nose up in the air again as she floats away to her room. This wasn't over! She would find out what had suddenly taken all of Mihawk's attention.

Dracule watches the pink girl leave with a fond sigh. He sits in his chair and reaches down to retrieve a bottle of wine from inside his desk. He pops it to let it air and then pours himself a careful glassful. Mihawk admires the red and thinks back on how this same brand of wine had stained your pretty lips.

Now alone, the warlord allows his mind to drift without worry, eyes closing as he thinks back to the last time he was with you. His overly romantic thoughts have him sneering at himself, as if he were some prince come to sweep you off your feet. Dracule sips his wine.

He likes to think that it's the other way around. For the most part, life had before a melancholy bore to Mihawk. Either following the government's orders to look for a good fight or nap the day away in his ship. Little caught and held his attention, but you? You are an entirely different story.

Mihawk had never met someone so sheltered, only knowing of the world through waterlogged books and from the kindness of any pirate that may have washed up on your beach. From what Dracule has gathered, he has been one of the very few who hasn't tried to kill you.

You were kind and intelligent. He loved the way that your eyes would light up whenever he spoke of what he knew, always excited to acquire more knowledge. Mihawk found that he wanted to teach to show you everything that he knew.

He frowns suddenly and thinks back to the rather innocent question that had made anger and panic race through him. You wanted to know about him, not his knowledge, and it made him antsy. You didn't deserve to know the hardships and pain that he has gone through to get to where he is today. You did not need to be aware of the atrocities that he has committed over the years. Dracule Mihawk is not a kind man, and his past certainly reflects it.

Mihawk would tell you more in time, but for now, Dracule wanted to be selfish. Wanted to hoard you away from the world and keep you safe like a dragon would its treasure. And maybe that is what you were to him. A pirate needed treasure, after all.

The warlord finishes his glass and then stands, intending to fix himself and his ward dinner. He would leave at first light tomorrow morning, not later than that.

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Hank whines at your feet, big puppy dog eyes catching your attention from where you sit slouched at your kitchen table. It's been a month and a half, and still, there has been no sign of Dracule. He had promised that he would be back, and the man didn't seem like the kind to break those, but it still made you worry for him.

Was he okay? Did whatever business he had to attend go bad? Did a seaking attack him and somehow get the better of him? You have no idea, and your chest hurts at all the horrible possibilities that could befall your friend.

Were you friends? Did that term apply to the two of you? The few romance books that you'd been able to cobble together didn't make it seem like the two of you were just friends. Was he your boyfriend? Partner? Lover? Again, another countless item that you did not know, however, you resolved to amend that when Dracule returned. Whenever that may be.

“I know, Buddy. I'm sorry that I'm being such a sad sap,” You lament to your pooch and lean down to give the shaggy dog a scratch under his chin.

Hank's woofs at, and you watch in suspicion when his ears suddenly snap back, and he wheels around to start barking at the front door. You frown as you get up and follow him, curious as to what got Hank's attention.

That frown turns upside down when the door opens, and Dracule Mihawk strides in like he owns the place. He sets down several bags and pats Hank's head with a soft smirk before the mutt’s attention is caught by something outside. He bounds away, leaving you and Mihawk staring at one another.

“Snow Angel,” He begins and takes a half step forward, but that's as far as he gets before you slam into him, Snow exploding around the two of you as you bury your face in his chest. You don't even care that his cross necklace is digging into your face.

“You're back,” you cry. And when did that start? Oh, we'll. You pull away and wipe your eyes, though you can't help the tremble in your bottom lip, “I was worried that something might have happened to you.”

Warm, calloused hands close around your freezing face, and Dracule leans in to rest his brow against your own. The feather on his hat tickles your face, but you ignore it, not taking your eyes away from the beautiful yellow ones that demand your attention.

“There is little out there that could truly hurt me, Dear one,” Mihawk says in such a sure tone that you have no choice but to believe him. He strokes your cheeks, wiping away your tears with a soft smile meant only for you, “Though I do appreciate the thought that you worried for me so.”

You sniff and send him a glare at his teasing. Damn this man and what he does to you. What you hardly understand.

“You're really that strong?” You find yourself asking him, and lean back to observe his chiseled physique and the sword on his back. A funny feeling shoots through your stomach when you lay eyes on the cross guard, and you frown at the negativity of the emotion.

You're so focused that you don't notice Dracule's hesitation, though you are quick to tune back in when he speaks.

“I am. One of my proudest titles is the Greatest Swordsman in the world,” Mihawk admits, and you can't help but think that this is an important event for him, and you delight in knowing that he was finally giving you a peek inside of who he really is.

“It sounds like you've worked very hard for it,” you say softly and reach up to cup his hands with your own, thumbs swiping gently over his knuckles.

“I did, still do. It is a title that I will happily defend,” Dracule murmurs and slips a hand free so that he can curl his arm around your waist. You shiver at the warmth he emits, and finally feel like you can breathe properly once again. Before you can comment further, Mihawk is twisting the two of you around and backing you up against the door, “Enough of that. Do kiss me, sweet thing. I have missed your taste.”

Your back hits the door, and then his lips are upon your, closing over your own in a heated exchange that has one of your hands sliding into his hair and pulling him closer. You kiss him back like your life depends on it, opening up for him when Mihawk's tongue licks the seam of your lips. A choked moan leaves your throat when that hot muscle sweeps inside and curls around your tongue.

Dracule slows, this kiss turning less frantic with need and more passionate, soft pecks of the lips that still leave your heart racing but in an entirely different way. He leaves one last lingering kiss to your cheek and then pulls away to tuck your head under his chin. You take advantage and cuddle close to him, arms dropping to wrap around his waist. You hum when his grip on you tightens.

“I missed you,” you murmur quietly, and Dracule kisses the top of your head.

“I know, dear. I longed for you as well,” he says, and your heart flutters at his words. Did he long for you? Did he pine like the men from your storybooks?

“Wh-What are we?” You ask before you can stop the damming words coming out of your mouth. You flush and bury your face in the crook of his neck, “I know that we're friends, right? But I don't think friends kiss and, um, touch the way we do.”

Dracule listens to you babble, finding it endearing that you wanted his opinion on this.

“You can call what we have whatever you like,” He decides on and then catches your chin to lift your face and place a quick kiss to your lips, “But no matter what you choose, you are my treasure.”

You can't find any kind of words to say to that, so you just reach for him to pepper his face with kisses, giggling when his facial hair tickles your face. Mihawk allows your fun for a whole before he puts a stop to it by flicking you in the forehead.

“It's later than I intended to arrive, Darling,” Dracule scolds with a smirk and turns to the two of you around and gently pushes you to the kitchen, “You remember how I showed you to properly open a bottle of wine, right?”

You laugh and dance into the kitchen, gathering the glasses that he had brought from last time and showing him that you did remember his instructions. You haven't touched the dangerous red liquid since that night, but you know that Dracule enjoys having a glass or four in the evening.

The two of you settle in the living room afterwards, and Dracule sets his wine down long enough to retrieve the smaller bag. He opens it up, and you watch in growing panic as Mihawk pulls several boxes out of the drawstring. He hands over the largest of the parcels.

“Open them, please,” Dracule instructs, and you set your own mug away to carefully tug at the delicate purple ribbon that holds the box shut. A gasp leaves you when you take the lid off, and you reverently pull out the beautiful green sea glass and delicate metal tubes attached to the fishing line.

“What is it?” You ask and raise it up to better examine it in the setting sun that streams through your window. You gasp in delight when you hear the melodic echo at the slightest movement.

“A wind chime. We can hang it wherever the wind blows most,” Dracule suggests, and you nod eagerly as you set the chimes back inside the box for safekeeping. Miahwk takes it away only to replace it with another.

You end up with a fish bone comb that has been chiseled by masterful hands. A full sand dollar that you are extra careful with, and a large piece of red glass from a broken bottle that has been sanded and polished to a shine. Each item is handpicked just for you.

Dracule looks like a smug cat, lips tugged up in a smirk as he watches you reverently put away your gifts. You agree to hang up the wind chime in the morning and open his arms for you to fall into. You gladly do, holding Mihawk close and not ever wanting to let go.

It's quiet between two of you, a comfortable air that puts you at ease. At some point, Mihawk takes up the book, the one that you had read to him from, and begins to read. His soft timber is enough to send you into a light doze, and he slows to a stop, not wanting you to miss anything.

“Darling, if you are so tired, let's get you to bed, yes?” Mihawk murmurs and rolls his eyes when all you do is give a sleepy nod. He shifts forward and then stands with you in his arms, tracing the now familiar path back to your bedroom.

Dracule tucks you in, content to leave you for the night, but he doesn't get far before your pitiful voice rings out, “Stay here with me?”

The warlord is already sitting on the bed and tugging his boot off. You watch with squinted eyes as Mihawk reaches for his belt, sliding it out of the loops and sliding his pants off. You admire his lean form dressed only in black men's underwear. He is radiant, and it makes you a little nervous to have him so undressed and in your bed no less.

You toss back the blankets and Dracule slips in beside you. It's a little awkward at first, but then you can feel how much heat he is radiating and desperately wants to know how it feels to have so much of his exposed skin touching you. You roll over to face him, smiling in the dim light of the moon when you realize that he's been watching you the whole time.

“I know you're cold,” Mihawk whispers, and you can hear that knowing, teasing tone that you have missed so much. “Come here, Snow Angel.”

You don't have to be told twice, happily closing the distance and tossing your arm over his waist, head pillowed on his chest. You press your freezing feet against his legs and are treated with the rare sight of his eyes going wide and a hiss like a cat escaping his mouth.

You snicker and get pinched in the side for your trouble, but you can't bring yourself to care. This night couldn't get any better.

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Hazbin Hotel||Alastor X Reader||Creating Trouble Part 1. ||Kidnaping Scenario

Being a human was a taboo in hell, all the words you never herd you herd, everything you never felt you felt, and it got you a lot of attention from the different residents.

TW- Trigger warning, Mentions of molestation, mild language.

You couldn't scream or utter a single cry of desperation. These demons were much stronger than you could ever imagine, your worst fear was just about to come true.

"Just spray that perfume or whatever boss gave, before the radio demon comes." One muffled voice ordered.

Then you blacked out before they tied you up in constraints.

Everyone had been going nuts about the new extermination dates which had been scheduled much earlier. Everyone was creating havoc in hell during that time,

You came across a page, when you were with Alastor one of those days there was some tension and beef between Alastor and the top face of Vee.

"Oh, that's nothing, my dear! Just a little resident here who thinks he owns all of hell." Alastor said with a big grin,

"Your voice is really nice you know? Can I have those old records of yours that you were going to broadcast but never did?"

"They are just drafts my dear, it's useless."

"If they are so useless, why did you keep them?"

"Maybe I should show it to you someday my dear, I think you'll quite enjoy them. Now go to sleep while I finish some business with some co-workers of mine." Alastor instructed you had a habit of always neglecting your bedtime and sleeping the whole day.

That particular incident flashed before you were woken up with someone kicking your leg and splashing some water.

"I really thought that was some messed up shit you know. You think Lucifer's brat would?"

"Miss Bleeding Heart would probably be dead by now if it isn't that stupid radio demon watching her back all the time."

"Oh, speaking of the radio demon, did the brat wake up already? She sleeps too much; I'll just give her to one of the cannibals."

You woke up but instantly flinched when someone tall, wearing heart-shaped glasses, and a pink coat, type of soul came in front of you.

"How cute." He said amused, "Hey how much money do you think the brat can make?"

"Oh, shut it, Valentino, I didn't ask my henchmen to kidnap her so you could strike some business deal or some shit like that."

"So, listen here bitch, everyone here is horny assholes and if you want to keep that body of yours in peace, you better suck it up and answer all my questions one by one."

"OH, Kinky!" Valentino squealed.

Your heart raced rapidly, it felt like your diaphragm couldn't relax anymore and your mind had gone blank with fear, you would think with those comedic looks they would be good for a few hearty laughs.

But All your friends and you knew they were rivals.

"So did Miss Bleeding Heart and your little boyfriend ever strike a deal or something?"

"M... Miss bleeding heart?" You softly called out,

"Yeah, Lucifer's brat."

"I.. I don't know." You simply said just to be met with a harsh slap, shocking you. "I'm only a human I don't interfere with these things!"

"So, you're telling me, the radio demon has not gone soft after meeting you?"

"How is my personal status of any relevance?" You questioned,

You lay unconscious down below, struggling to get up you took a look around your surroundings, it was dark but a little dim blue light from the TV alerted you; you were bruised, and it hurt to breathe, how did you even survive?

It looked like the corridors were locked, and you were just left discarded here, with your remaining strength you hurried to the T.V., and it was the same page when Vox and Alastor had that little tension.

Could you reach anyone from here?

Judging by your injuries you must have been out at least for two to three days.

Back in the hotel.

It was Husk who noticed that you were literally not anywhere in the hotel, it further confirmed his suspicions, when Sir Pentious and Niffty asked about you, "Where did the goody two shoes go? She's acting like a bad girl!" Niffty huffed.

Everyone had been in a panic, at last when Alastor came back from one of his trips, he would always usually bring you a little trinket or something,

"My dear, sorry I got so caught up--" He realized you were not there.

Two days had passed when no news of your disappearance was updated, but it was getting busy as hell in the hotel and it angered Alastor when he was told to do something that didn't involve tracking you.

One day when Valentino had enough of your refusal he declared, He would ravage you if you didn't open your mouth.

Vox didn't want the entire image to get threatened by the media.

"So how are you, Alastor? Saw the sudden stop with your regular updates."

"Well, you see I'm in a bit of a dilemma myself, a dear friend of mine has been missing."

"Friend?' Vox laughed, "I thought it was more of a plaything?"

He pushed your tired form to the counter, as you barely managed to stabilize yourself.

It was Valentino who grabbed your collar and made you look at Alastor,

Alastor's eyes darkened, a threatening aura had befallen him, which made you nervous. Even if none of the anger was directed towards you.

When he left the remaining support you fell down again, "Exceedingly weak!" Valentino urged, kicking your frail body.

Charlie burst into tears, and Angel instantly bombarded the two with questions, "Did you piece of shi--"

"Anymore and she'll be of good use to me." Valentino warned.

Before the screen was shut.

"That was good don't you think?"

"Now we have to be wary of that Radio demon."

"I'll fucking kill them." Alastor's eyes widened when he recalled your body being manhandled, and thrown with such disregard,

He grew into his demonic form the more he thought about it the more, sadistic the punishments he concocted in his head grew.

"You worry about not letting the hotel fall into shambles, I'll make the Vee wish I'd stay gone."

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Just A Dream

Bucky Barnes

Pairing - bucky x roomate!reader

Summary - bucky has a thing for his roomate. she'll never hear the noises he makes at night to the thought of her...right?

Warnings - use of y/n, descriptions of female reader, male masturbation, wet dreams, pretty much just bucky getting off to the thought of y/n

Word Count - 1k

a/n - part 2 coming soon!! i know this was short, but i haven't really written much from Bucky's perspective. let me know how you like it!

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Bucky was a good man. After leaving HYDRA and being rescued by Steve, he was allowed a room on one of the luxurious floors of the Avengers Compound. Since he was technically a newbie, Steve assigned him to the floor of Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, now his roommate.

Y/N was fairly new to the team, having been there for only two years prior to the Captain. She and Bucky got along very well and were very friendly roommates. He had a nightmare, she was there with a cold glass of water and a shoulder to cry on. She felt like everything was going to shit, he was ordering takeout and putting on a rom com.

They balanced each other out and worked in perfect harmony, both on and off the field. Luckily for Bucky, Y/N was out tonight with the girls so he had the floor to himself. This meant he didn't have to be quiet while he fucked up into his fist at the thought of her, or worrying about whether she could hear him rustling the blankets through the wall that they shared.

His breathing became laboured as he stuck his flesh hand down his sweats, getting himself off to the thought of her in that revealing baby pink crop top she wore last Monday, how the tops of her perfectly round breasts were visible to his hungry eyes.

Y/N had only been gone for twenty minutes before Bucky had begun edging himself, blankets thrown at the foot of his bed, hips bucking up to meet every twist of his hand. The cool metal of his bionic fingers soothed his heavy balls as he worked himself closer to the edge.

His hands worked in tandem as his eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. "Fuck, Y/N," He moaned, knowing she couldn't hear a single word. It didn't take long before Bucky found himself on the verge of another orgasm, as soon as he thought he might let go, he stopped everything and released his throbbing cock from his slippery hand.

Only a few more, I can take a few more. He thought to himself as he waited for the last remains of his almost-orgasm to wash away. His hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead as he prepared to go another round. His shirt had long since been discarded, thrown somewhere on his bedroom floor, showing off his slick torso.

Bucky was so lost in the idea of letting himself get the release he knew he deserved that he didn't hear his roommate's keys jingle in the door, or her shoes being kicked aside. His hands started slowly working himself up again, soft and slow he decided. His cock throbbed in his clammy hand which now had copious amounts of pre cum dripping in between his talented fingers.

James twisted and tugged at his aching length, his toes curling as he felt every past build up to this moment become almost unbearable. He whined as his eyes squeezed shut, throwing his head back on to his pillow. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whimpered and groaned out as he worked himself to the last edge.

In his mind he was picturing Y/N's perfectly manicured nails, which she had most recently gotten re done in a seductive red. He longed for her to use her delicate hands to work his heavy cock and help him reach his orgasm. He imagined how her dainty fingers would barely fit around his girthy shaft, giving it short experimental tugs before twisting and thrusting her hand over his length like it was what she was born to do.

He worked on doing what he thought she would do, being all slow and sweet with him, taking her sweet sweet time to get used to having his length in her hand. He tugged himself slowly, maintaining a firm grip on his red cock. "Ah, please," He moaned, begging for her and only her.

He imagined how she would make him wait, just as he had done to himself before, then she would work her hands over him faster, moving her other hand to gently fondle his tight balls, squeezing in the sweetest way.

"Ahhhh," he moaned as his thumb rubbed over his leaky tip, giving his cock a few more sensual tugs before he came all over his tummy with heavy squirts. "Mmmm," The feel of hot cum over his abdomen soothed him in a way, relief and immense pleasure washed over him, letting a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

Now, Bucky was usually a very clean man. Tonight however, he didn't get the chance to clean himself up before he was tugging the blankets under his chin and dozing off into the warm abyss of his own personal dreamland.

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can you write ellie williams x reader where ellie confesses her feelings for reader that’s all like fluffy

i love this. i kinda made this jealous!ellie and best friends to lovers? i'm an absolute bitch for both of them. i wrote this after almost starting my kitchen on fire trying to make peanut butter cookies. apparently i should stick to writing.

what once was/what will be || e. williams

summary: ellie confesses her feelings for her best friend.

warnings: light angst, swearing, mentions of men 😐, not proofread, canon divergence

word count: unknown, estimated 1.5k

Ellie was the last one left in the locker room after basketball practice. You entered as she wiped the sweat from her brow with a towel, stuffing her things in her bag.

She jumped when you called her name. "Shit, don't scare me like that," she said.

You laughed as you moved towards her, sitting on the bench in front of her locker. She resumed her packing.

"What're you doing here?" she asked.

"Just wanted to come hang out with you for a bit. Didn't realize you'd be all sweaty and gross, though," you teased with a grin. She turned around, playfully shoving your shoulder.

"Fuck off. you know you like it," she said, throwing her jersey at you with a smile. You squealed in mock disgust, throwing it back at her. She caught it and stuffed it into her bag.

"Wanna go to the diner? I'm really craving a milkshake right now," she offered, grabbing her bag and closing her locker. You stood up to walk out with her.

You sighed and looked at your shoes. "Actually..." you started. "I've got plans."

Her brows furrowed. She couldn't ignore the slight pang in her heart at that. "Plans? With who?" You and ellie were inseparable. Suddenly, there was someone who could take that away.

Your gaze was still glued to your shoes as ellie led you out of the locker room. You muttered thanks as she held the door open for you. "Can't say," you almost whispered.

Ellie scoffed from behind you. "Can't say? Come on, it's me."

You were still silent.

"Why can't you tell me?" she said as she put a hand on your shoulder, turning you to face her.

You huffed. "Fine, but promise me you won't get mad!"

Ellie grumbled. "If it's someone who would make me mad, odds are they're not a very good person to be hanging out with."

"Promise me or i'm not telling you."

"Fine. i promise."

You sighed. "I'm going out with Jake."

Ellie's jaw dropped, her pink lips parting. "Jake?" You nodded. "Fucking jake? The same jake who ghosted you for months after taking you to that drive-in that you didn't even enjoy?"

You rolled your eyes. "Come on, Ellie. He's not that bad. There're far worse people I could be seeing."

"Yeah, but that doesn't make him any better!" She was flushed, brows furrowed.

"Ellie, can't you just be happy for me?" you sighed, tone softening.

She clenched her jaw and looked away from you. You could tell she was thinking about what to say next. Finally, "you deserve more than that." She brushed past you. You called her name, but she kept walking to the parking lot, head down.

You had wanted ellie since forever. But eventually you'd decided that if she didn't want you back, you'd save yourself any more heartache. You'd decided you'd take your chance with Jake, because at least he had asked you out.

It scared you how much you felt for Ellie.

You stood in the hallway of the deserted school, silently wishing she'd come back and tell you things that you've only heard her whisper in your dreams.

But in the end, as a friend or not, you knew she was more important to you than anyone else in the world.

You took a deep breath as you knocked on the door, knuckles rapping against the glass. Through the distortion, you could see a figure coming to the door. It swung open. It was Joel.

"Hey, kiddo."

"Hi, Mr. Miller," you said, making him laugh. He leaned up against the doorframe.

"After all these years, I still can't get you to call me Joel, huh?" he said playfully. "Here for ellie?"

"Yeah."

He crossed his arms, voice lowering a bit. "Hey, did you two get in a fight or somethin'? She came home from practice and went straight to her room. Hasn't come out since."

You sighed, shifting your weight. "Yeah. I just want to talk to her."

He nodded and beckoned you in. "Maybe you can get through to her better than I can. I ain't good at these kinda things."

You offered him a smile and thanked him, kicking your shoes off and heading towards Ellie's room. You heard music coming from behind the door. You held your breath as you knocked lightly at first, then a little louder. The music stopped abruptly, followed by, "Go away!"

"Ellie, it's me," you called out. You heard mumbles of shit, fuck, oh shit through the door. She opened the door hesitantly, looking you up and down.

"Shouldn't you be with Jake right now?" she said, scowling.

You sighed, running your hands over your face. "Can we talk?"

She could never say you no you. She opened her door wider to let you past, closing it behind the two of you. You sat down in her bed, but she stood in front of you, arms crossed, expectant.

"You wanted to talk. so talk," she said.

You huffed. "I just don't want you to be mad at me."

Her brows furrowed. "Mad at you? i'm not mad at you."

"Then why are you acting like this?"

She took a moment to respond. "I just..." she started. "You don't deserve to be treated like that. You deserve better than Jake. You deserve more than what he'll give you."

"And how do you know he can't give me what I want?" you stood, growing agitated.

"Because I know you," her tone was slightly accusatory, a hint of something else hidden in it. She backtracked, "Besides, they're all the same. He'll ditch you the minute he gets what he wants from you."

"And what does he want from me? If you think you know everything."

"Your body! What else would he want?" she yelled. You took a step back, shock painted on your face.

"You think that's all anyone would see in me? That's all people want me for?" Your arms uncrossed, your body tense, tentative.

Ellie stuttered, "No, no! What? No. Absolutely not," she said, taking a step towards you. "It's just that you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. And they're all assholes, because none of them would take the time to get to know you the way I do." She blushed at her words, realizing what she was implying.

Like she does?

"Ellie, what are you saying?" Voice softening, you took a careful step towards her.

She sucked a breath in, knowing that what she was about to say would be the end of your friendship, one way or the other.

"I want to be more than your best friend," she says, her voice just above a whisper. She looked at her feet, "And I know you don't feel the same, I've always known that, but I can't help it."

"Ellie", you breathed, her hands going to rest on your cheeks. Her gaze met yours when you leaned into her touch. "Please don't lie to me." You brought your hand up to hold her wrist.

She shook her head, pressing her forehead against yours. "'M not lying," she whispered.

You let out a shaky breath, letting it fan across her lips. "You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you tell me that," you said, her eyes squeezed shut.

Something in her chest caved, something distorting the rhythm of her breath, like her heart was doing backflips. "Can I kiss you?" she asked so gently, so softly, that you would've guessed it came from an angel.

"Yes," you breathed against her, her mouth pressing against yours. It was desperate, built by years of pent up frustration, unsatisfied calls for each other, silent pining.

Her lips moved against yours like they were meant to be together. Your heart thrummed in your chest. She pressed you close, so close, as if to say don't go away.

Stay with me forever.

When you finally broke apart, your lips were red and puffy, not unlike hers. Pressing your foreheads together once again, you spoke first.

"You should've done that a long time ago."

She pecked your lips. "You should've done that a long time ago."

You grinned, pulling her in for another kiss. "You're such an idiot," you said, laughing into her mouth.

"Can I be your idiot?" she said, words whispered between kisses, eyes fixed on your mouth.

"Not if you're going to be that cheesy all the time," you teased. She kissed you again.

"Fine I'll just be yours. That good enough?" You kissed her.

You smiled against her mouth, pulling away. "More than 'good enough'."

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avocado-writing · 9 months

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Now I’m not saying ‘sexytime roleplay where aristo princeling Aziraphale has to somehow persuade reader/Crowley/both to help smuggle him across the border’ but…

Basically, Aziraphale in his 1793 outfit, being sensually undressed, and seducing his partner(s) while getting humiliated a little? If you feel like it ofc, your writing gives me life !

notes: once again absolute smut. this outfit drives me insane. costume designers you know what you did. thank you to my friend M who pretty much wrote the lil Crowley monologue at the start of this fic, couldn't have done this without you!

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley

rating: E, minors dni

words: 2.2k

tags: roleplay (humiliation; degradation; dirty talk; dubcon); aftercare; TLTDATSIB-verse

Overall, when you think about this situation, there are two things that you’re quite certain of.

The first one is this: Aziraphale likes to be rescued. It’s why he’s always getting himself in silly little situations. Usually it’s Crowley that has to do the actual rescuing, given that he’s a demon with otherworldly powers and all, but you’ve been known to distract a guard or lift a key. Bust down a wall with a battering ram. Helpful little things like that.

In the aftermath Aziraphale is always very pleased and finds ways to make it up to you both later, so there’s never any complaining.

The second thing you know is that after all these years you can still discover things about yourselves and about each other. It’s always lovely to start a sentence with, ‘oh, I didn’t know that…!” You find new little ways to fall in love with them over and over again.

You’ve just made the tea, and put Aziraphale’s down on the desk next to him. He thanks you the usual way but doesn’t look up from the book in his hands, so when he reaches over to pick it up he instead knocks the mug over and spills the hot liquid all over his lap.

“Aziraphale!”

His head snaps up. He’s barely aware of the situation at all. You imagine his corporeal form isn’t hurt by little things like these, but your natural reaction is to worry; get a little bit panicked.

“What are you doing? You need to watch out! You could really hurt yourself if you’re not paying attention, don’t be so silly!”

Aziraphale is looking at you, but he seems to have gone a bit glossy-eyed as you dress him down. Mouth agape a little. You know this look.

This is how he looks when he’s turned on.

“Aziraphale?”

“Hmm? Sorry, yes darling, I’ll be more careful,” he mutters, miracling the spill away. Across the shop floor you lock eyes with Crowley. Yes. He noticed that too.

The two of you silently agree to address this with him later. So, that night, with a couple of bottles of merlot between you, Crowley turns to your husband and says, as easily as if he’s discussing the weather:

“So, angel, it seems you really enjoyed being told off earlier.”

Aziraphale chokes on his wine. Ah. Got him.

“It’s alright if it’s true,” you tell him, running a hand up his leg. “You just need to say.”

“I… I…”

“It occurs to me,” Crowley begins, sitting back in his seat as if he’s about to say something very astute, “that when you get captured, it can’t all be for our benefit. Maybe you enjoy it before we even get there to carry out a daring escape. You like being somewhere you’re not supposed to be and being punished for it, don’t you? Do you like being treated a little rough?”

And there’s that look again: eyes glassed over, pink tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Go on Aziraphale, you can tell us. We can be very accommodating.”

“Yes,” he manages, pupils blown wide as you walk your fingers up his chest.

You and Crowley exchange a grin.

The three of you don’t roleplay a lot. You’re happy enough with each other as it is, there’s not usually a need to bring the fantasy element into it - but variety is the spice of life and after floating a few scenarios this is the one you eventually agreed to. It really happened, actually. You can still remember the guard you knocked over the head to clear the way for your lovers’ escape. Ahh, fond memories.

You have some clothes still kicking around from then too, so a little bit of searching your wardrobe really meant you could get into character. Aziraphale and Crowley get to cheat by just manifesting whatever they fancy wearing. You feel they get off a bit easily.

Well, they will by the time we’re done, a devilish voice in your head pipes up.

Crowley has really gone the whole nine yards for this, though. Clearly he wants all parties involved to enjoy it to maximum effect, and so when the two of you step into the bedroom it’s no longer a bedroom, in fact it looks exactly like a dungeon where your poor angel has been imprisoned before. His curls sit neatly styled on his head as he wears his pretty little aristocrat outfit, the one that did things to you back in the day and still does things to you now. His wrists are shackled and he looks up at you both with the most pathetic little gaze.

You swallow. You’re going to enjoy this.

“Well, well, well,” Crowley says, wasting no time before getting into character, “look what we’ve got here. Some lost little rich boy who got caught by the wrong people, eh?”

Aziraphale shifts in his seat. Already he’s affected; eyes soft and mouth slack. He tugs uselessly at his restraints and looks very pitiful indeed.

“Please let me go,” he whispers, encapturing the role of a feeble little captive perfectly. You and Crowley exchange a look, lit by a hot undercurrent of lust.

“Why would we do that?”

“I can reward you. Very handsomely. My family –”

“We don’t care about your family,” you laugh, cruelly, and he flinches. You close the gap and take his face in your hand roughly, forcing him to look up at you. “We only care about seeing your pretty little head in a basket. Look at you. Pathetic, aren’t you?”

The ardour in Aziraphale’s eyes is evident: his pupils have blown wide, engulfing the beautiful colour of his irises. You can see his trousers tighten and he has to adjust himself.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” he agrees. You grin down at him.

“And what would you do, hmm? To get us to help you? Smuggle you back on a ship on its way to merry old England, where you’ll be safe?”

“Pay.” His voice is breathy now, strained as he looks up into your eyes. You press your calf more firmly between his legs and, almost without realising, he begins to rut up against you. He’s already fully hard.

You didn’t realise how much he wanted this. If you had, you and Crowley might have indulged him earlier.

“Pay with what?” Crowley echoes. He sounds stern but you know him well enough to hear the reediness in his words. He’s probably half-mast too.

Aziraphale doesn’t answer, just rubs into your leg a bit more.

“With your body, you pretty pathetic thing?”

He moans, actually moans, and nods.

“Look at you. Fucking up against me like a dog. Is that what you are, hmm? Some piteous little mutt?”

He makes a noise of affirmation. You can see a wet spot appearing at the front of his trousers where his precome floods him.

“Say it.”

“I’m a dog,” he whines. You shoot Crowley a grin. The demon, for what it’s worth, seems to have become a captive audience to the scene of Aziraphale trying to get off using just the pressure he can create. A stamp of your foot stops both Aziraphale in his attempts and brings Crowley back to the moment.

“If you want to be free so badly, show me what you’re willing to do. Suck his cock.”

Aziraphale looks over to Crowley and, without missing a beat, lets his mouth fall open. It’s like a magnet to your husband who closes the gap immediately and, with some fiddling with the buttons on his fly, frees his rock-hard member and presses the blunt head of it against the angel’s tongue, who takes no time in swallowing it down.

You don’t move from your place between Aziraphale’s spread thighs. In fact, you shove your leg between them even harder and he understands what you want, continuing to try and get himself off. His head is twisted at an almost painful angle to be able to fellate Crowley at the same time as desperately humping you, and you can see the tears prick in his eyes.

You consider asking for a moment if he’s alright, but know if he needed to tap out, he’d let you both know. This is about humiliating him after all. And you really want to play your part properly.

Hungrily you watch the sight of Aziraphale swallowing down Crowley’s cock. God, he is magnificent at taking a dick. You can see spit drip over his lips as he tongues at the slit, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at being used. Crowley’s hand come to tangle in his soft curls as he fucks into the angel’s mouth and hits the back of his throat over and over. You’re taken in by it too, and in the heat of the moment find yourself ensnaring Crowley in a delicious kiss. Your husband kisses you back leisurely and lovingly. You know he’s enjoying both of his spouses to the fullest. Aziraphale gags and finally the tears spill, hot streaks staining his pretty roseate cheeks.

“Pathetic,” you say, lovingly, adoringly. Aziraphale’s thrusts up against your leg are beginning to get a bit sloppy now, you know he’s close to coming; you extract yourself and turn sharply to Crowley.

“Stop. We can get more use out of him. I want to see you fuck him in front of me.”

You make quick work of your clothes. Usually you’d relish undressing for them, put on a show, but tonight is all about satisfaction. Lying on the floor you open your legs, gesturing Aziraphale to between them.

“Come on, you wretched thing. Show me what else you can do.”

Aziraphale moans and falls to his knees before crawling over to you. His mouth leaves Crowley with a very sultry little pop, spit still covering his face, lips fucked open and red. As he gets into position between your thighs Crowley kneels behind him, making short work of his dress breeches and brings them down to his ankles, around his heels. You position yourself propped up on your elbows so you can look over Aziraphale’s back as Crowley presses into him, not giving him the kindness of a warmup but knowing that Aziraphale will be able to take it anyway. His heavenly body can stretch and adjust with more ease than a human’s.

Your blond-haired husband looks up at you with deference and just a tinge of fear which goes right to the pit of your belly. He kisses your thighs sloppily, working his way inwards before he presses his mouth to you properly; attentive and thorough to your sex.

Crowley begins to fuck him, hard and rough without any care for his well-being - exactly how Aziraphale wants it. You hear him moan around you as he uses his tongue to satiate you, every time Crowley thrusts he’s pushed harder against your body. Crowley is essentially fucking you through him. It’s an entirely filthy thought that has you panting as you feel yourself begin to crest. You didn’t realise how taken you were with this scenario until Aziraphale began his ministrations, and now you’re just as caught up in it as your husbands are.

“That’s it… fuck, look at you, splayed out between us like the whore you are… are you going to come on his cock, you pathetic little thing? Debase yourself like that? Are you going to swallow me down too?”

Aziraphale pushes his face even harder into you, his nose brushing against your tight curls there; Crowley’s thrusts begin to get erratic; all three of you are close. You grip the angel’s hair so hard he shrieks in pleasure, and it’s enough to get him to spend all over the floor. Crowley comes inside him with a bitten-off snarl, his hands digging into the softness of Aziraphale’s hips so hard they’d leave bruises were he a human; and you release in the angel’s mouth after a particularly dexterous lick. The combined sound of your orgasms shatters whatever hold Crowley had on the manifestation of the situation, and suddenly you’re all back in the bedroom, sweating and gasping and replete.

“Aziraphale,” you manage as you catch your breath, “are you alright, my darling?”

Aziraphale has collapsed into a giddy pile onto the carpet. He nods and hums, blissed-out, and you bring his head to lay in your lap as you stroke his curls.

“You did so well. Fuck, you’re wonderful.”

Aziraphale turns to look at you and reaches up to caress your face with a shaking hand. You press a kiss into his palm and look over to Crowley who’s gathering himself as well, serpentine eyes full of adoration at the image of the two of you embracing.

“I’m going to go and get some water. Keep him there, will you? I don’t want him discorporating from lack of aftercare.” Normally you’d engage in some light banter, but you’re so tired you let this sentence sit as fact.

“Yes my love,” you tell Crowley, accepting the kiss he offers you, and watching him saunter away. Lord. You could watch that demon for hours.

Heaven might be above, but right now, it’s entirely located in your bedroom in a townhouse in West London.

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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ok but like...... shopping for pink clothes with miggy to get him in the barbie spirit before y'all watch the barbie movie like...........

it's amazing, really, how you managed to get him to come with you to the mall for that reason. miguel really hates going out and wasting his time and energy for such trivial purposes, and yet he told lyla to clear his schedule for the day for you. he furrowed his eyebrows as he fit his sunglasses on the minute he stepped out of the car and looked up ahead at the bustling establishment as he trailed behind you.

"again, why pink? isn't my get up good enough already?" he questioned you as you halted your steps and turned to face him with your hands on your hips. "miggy, you dare disrespect and desecrate the ancient tradition of donning pink to the opening of the barbie movie? for shame, miggy, for shame." you scolded miguel as you pouted at him and copied his furrowed eyebrows.

miguel sighed as he folded his arms over his chest and lowered his head. "okay, fine." he said in a reluctant manner as he gave in to your need to see him in pretty pink apparel. you smiled as you clasped your arm in his and led him to several clothing shops you frequented at. you honestly struggled to find anything that was both pink and comfortable enough for him to wear, he accidentally shredded up a few shirts and jackets here and there, but you two don't need to talk about that.

you felt rather disheartened at how, for a man as big, tall, and built as miguel, finding pink clothes for him was like finding a needle in a haystack. "so much for my dreams in pretty pink to come true..." you murmured to yourself in evident disappointment and sadness as you stepped into the car dejectedly and leaned against the car door as miguel got in, too. in a normal scenario with literally anyone else, miguel would have put the whole situation behind him and rejoice internally how the whole debacle was now over. but when he looked over at your sullen face and saddened expression, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of second-handed sadness as you stayed silent during the whole car ride.

as you two got home, you immediately walked upstairs and holed yourself up in the room your two shared, feeling too tired and let down to be talked to at the moment. miguel breathed out his own frustration at the situation and blinked back his disbelief at what he was about to do. "lyla," miguel called for the AI assistant, who was now in 1950's barbie setting. "yes, miggy dear?" she asked him as she flaunted herself and lowered her new white and black sunglasses. "...integrate all of doll miggy's wardrobe to my hologram settings for my clothes." he said, to which lyla grinned and happily obeyed to do.

miguel knocked on the door of the room after a while, and you sat up a little bit on the bed; your miggy doll was in one hand, dressed up in your mean girl inspired outfit that you personally sewed for the doll. "can i come in?" miguel asked, to which you called out your "sure," as you slumped back in bed, twiddling with the scowling doll in your hand. miguel stepped into the room, you not looking at him in shame as you thought about wasting his time, only to end up with a fruitless search.

"could you at least... look at me?" he asked you in a pleading manner, and you found yourself giving in. you hoped he wasn't too mad, maybe just a little empathetic over your desire to see him in a... oh goodness. and there, in all his glory, was miguel in a hot pink jacket, with a low v-neck cut, light pink shirt underneath with 'everyday a boss bitch' strewn on the front, with dangling pink earrings on his earlobes, with lyla's signature pink heart-shaped glasses on, a plaid hot and light pink skirt on and glittery pink stilettos that made him bump his head on the ceiling every time he walked. you covered your mouth as you accidentally dropped the miggy doll, that was the very outfit you made for it, and now...

"miggy... is a real doll-man guy...?" you asked aloud in disbelief as miguel looked extremely flustered at the brightness and slight boldness of this outfit. "this is what you wanted, right? well, now we can go see the movie now. we have 45 minutes until then, wouldn't wanna keep barbie waiting, right?" he asked with a crooked smile on his face as you got off the bed and felt over the outfit. "faux fur on the jacket's accents..." you muttered as your nearly teared up at the excellent attention to detail. miguel chuckled as he placed his hands on your cheeks. "i'd wear this for as long as you need me to, just... please don't feel sad, amor." he said as you sniffled back a few tears.

"oh, believe me, miggy... i am more than happy right now." you said as you extended your arms out to him, which was a sign that you needed him to lean down for a kiss. you pressed your lips against his own, and miguel took in every moment of it--savoring how gratifying the feeling of earning a kiss from you after practically barbiefying himself just so you wouldn't feel sad. if this is what the miggy doll gets as treatment from you, then he'd gladly be your miggy doll forever and dress in pink to watch you smile and kiss your tears away.

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kswlust · 2 years

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crazy what alcohol does.. | k.sw

sypnosis : drunk bestfriend!sunoo tells you about how much he likes you and how much he wants you to rip off his clothes and do whatever you want to him, so you do just that.

pairing : bestfriend!sunoo x afab!reader

contains : underage drinking (don't do this!), reader cheats on her boyfriend with sunoo, age gap (reader is 23 and sunoo is 19), lots of swears, making out, hickies, sub!sunoo and dom!reader, oral (m . receiving), reader fingers herself, unprotected sex (not recommended unless ur ariana grande and want them babies), edging/orgasm denial, they get caught at the end.

'ding dong!' you heard a faint voice shout, along with the doorbell. you looked at the time, making a questioning face. your boyfriend, heeseung said that he was not gonna be home until 3 am and it was only 1. you got up and went to go check it, when you opened the door, to your surprise, you saw sunoo.

"hi, y/n!!" he said happily. he looked so messed up, his cheeks a cherry shade of red, his eyes half opened, his hair all messy. "sunoo?? what are you doing here.. it's 1 am- why do you look so fucked up..?" you asked, genuinely kinda concerned.

"I just went to a party and someone drugged me, fun, right??" he said, obviously joking. he just decided to rebel and underage drink. "haha, very funny." you said sarcastically and pulled sunoo inside, dragging him to sit on your couch.

"why the hell did you drink?? you're not old enough t-" he stopped you, placing a hand on your face and telling you to shush. you giggled slightly before pushing his hand off your face. "I'll get you some water, wait here. don't go anywhere, alright??"

you asked and waited for sunoo to nod before you got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. you came back to see sunoo chewing on the neckline of his sweater. you stared at him in shock before running over.

"seriously, you had nothing else to eat?!" you yelled, pulling the neckline away from his mouth and handing him the glass. "drink this, quickly-" you said and he immediately followed your order, drinking the glass whole before putting it down on the coffee table and coughing.

"now, will you explain to me why you were drinking?" you asked nicely. the man shook his head as a no. "I wanna tell you something." he said, looking kinda nervous. you furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the movie that was still playing. "go on.."

"okay, I don't know how to say this but I like you! I know you have a boyfriend and you love him so much but I don't think I can bottle up my feelings inside me anymore. I've liked you ever since the time you tutored me. you just look so fucking pretty and you are so nice to me. you helped me pass my grades and then became my comfort person. you make me so mad because I just can't get myself to tell you that I just want you to rip off my clothes and do whatever you want to me! you looked so hot in that black dress a few days ago, I couldn't help myself but be jealous of your boyfriend. fuck, if only you were mine. seriously, I'm going mad, I'm gonna go fucking mad if I don't get to kiss you right now!" he blurted out, his hand in the air, resisting the urge to pull you closer to him by your shirt.

your mouth dropped, eyes widened, face a pretty shade of baby pink. "but I can't do that, because I don't want to ruin your relationship and our friendship." he said, dropping his hand on his lap.

you were in pure disbelief. there was a very obvious frown on his face. "sunoo, i-" you didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, y/n, I'll leave." sunoo said, getting up. you felt a pang in your heart. this was so weird and you really didn't know how the hell to react.

the things he said about you kept playing in your head nonstop. you grabbed the bottom of sunoos sweater, stopping him. you pulled him back onto the couch and got on top of him, immediately starting to kiss him like crazy. you could literally taste the flavor of the alcohol as he started kissing back.

you pulled away, staring into his eyes for a few seconds. "y/n.. we shouldn't be doing this, you have a boyfriend." he said as you started tugging at the waistband of his pants. "weren't you the one who wanted this a few seconds ago? you're gonna have to defend me if heeseung finds out about any of this."

if you were honest, you kinda liked sunoo aswell. I mean, he's kim sunwoo, who the hell doesn't like him??? you loved your boyfriend, heeseung, of course but.. sunoos unresistible.

"but if you don't wanna-.." you said, immediately getting cut off. "no, no, please, I do-!" he begged cutely. you smiled, immediately pulling off his pants and boxers in one go, going down and taking him in your mouth.

sunoo threw his head back, letting out the prettiest moan you've ever heard. you started slowly bobbing your head up and down, sunoo resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. "y/n- please! faster.." he said, gripping onto the couch.

"what'd you say, baby?" you asked, stopping. sunoo whined, a hand going to grip your hair. "faster!" he said, looking down at you. the sight was so fucking sinful. you smiled slightly before going back to bobbing your head, way way faster this time.

sunoo started moaning so loudly, his toes curling. "oh-oh fuck! im close- I'm clo-se.." he alerted you. as soon as sunoo looked like he was about to come, you immediately pulled off him.

"no.. wh- whyd you do that..? thats so mean.." he said, letting go of your hair and trying to sit up, but failing as you pushed him back down and got on top of him. "you said I can do whatever I wanted, so, why don't you behave and take it like a good boy?"

you smiled innocently, sunoos face turned even redder than it already was. he nodded, keeping his mouth shut. you got back on top of him again, rubbing your clothed knee on his dick. sunoo moaned your name over and over again.

"sunoo, I never imagined you as a sub. it's funny how you're under me, behaving so nice and obediently right now. yeah?" you asked, unbuttoning your shirt but leaving it on, just showing your beautiful body. you pulled off your pants and panties aswell, throwing them to god knows where.

sunoo didn't answer, just watching you undress in awe. his dick even harder than before as he stared at your body on top of him. "I asked you a question." you said, pulling him up by the same sweater neckline he was chewing on a few moments ago.

"yes, it- its-" he didn't know what to say, just trying to think of something while panicking was so overwhelming for him. "hush, baby, don't worry.." you said, letting him fall back on his back.

you reached your hand down to your pussy, immediately shoving a finger inside yourself. you moaned softly, sunoo stared at your pretty face as you moaned, pleasing your self. you fingered yourself as a bit of prep.

you pulled your fingers out and stuck them in sunoos mouth, the same mouth he used to confess how he thought about you. you then gon onto sunoo, balancing your self ontop of him before slowly sliding him in.

sunoo moaned so fucking loud, your tight and warm walls just clenching on his dick, making it even harder for him to breathe. you moaned aswell, it felt so fucking good. if honest, better than heeseung.

"y/n, oh my god.. move, move, please!" he mumbled, your fingers still inside his mouth. you took them out and wiped them down on his sweater before starting to move up and down on his perfect cock.

the two of you were making so many lewd voices, it was crazy. this was better than porn. seriously, so much better. you moved fast, kinda desperate for a release too. "y/n, I'm close!" sunoo alerted once again and you smirked. "hold it."

sunoos eyes widened, this was absolutely crazy to him. literally, for so long, you kept telling him to hold it and he was trying to damn hard for so long. he found it unfair how you got to release whenever but he didn't.

"y/n, please.." he begged again, and again, and again, but you never really gave in. you continued cumming whenever and torturing him. now, the only sounds that were heard were you guys' lewd ass noises and wet squelching from your cunt.

you were so busy pleasing each other, that you didn't even notice heeseung walk into the room. "babe, I got you chick-fil-a—" heeseung said with a smile, but his smile dropped as he looked up, immediately dropping the bag in his hands.

you stopped, eyes widened as you turned to him. sunoos heart started beating so fast as he looked at heeseung. well, they were kinda fucked now but the situation didn't stop sunoo from releasing in you when he had the chance.

A/N : OH MY GOD THIS IS SO BAD I'M SO SORRY I'M CRYING I SWEAR I'LL WRITE SOMETHING BETTER NEXT TIME 💔💔💔

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