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#ive never felt so comfy.........
lildepressyy · 6 months
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olivia wrote 'i feel your compliments like needles on skin' FOR ME for people who have such cripplingly low self worth that every compliment feels like a twisted lie a rehearsed thing you say to anyone but not really mean it
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arcwrath · 1 year
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Oh yeah, I know
That I don't have anything special
But yeah, did you know?
That I myself am really special~
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moss-sprouted · 1 year
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having one of the primary sources of being able to love your body coming from other peoples desire of it, especially since you were a teenager and then that being suddenly ripped away and feeling constantly alone and undesirable and unwanted really fucks you up and makes you miss when you were abused and manipulated because at least you were wanted or even Needed and sometimes that's easier to live for then to live for yourself
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k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl · 24 days
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honestly the fact that ive never once been cuddled between 2 or 3 people and just felt so safe and comfy is such a crime
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nyxyxx · 4 months
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Godly Desires - Part 3
The Diluc chapter woohoo (he may be a little ooc but thats cuz im very inexperienced at writing him) The yandere stuff will gradually get more intense as the story goes on but for now its super super mild. I. II. III. IV.
Warnings: This story contains yandere content and religious themes
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"A friendly drink"
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You had just arrived with Diluc at Dawn Winery, and you couldn't help but notice the glances you got from all of the workers as you walked past them. Something about it seemed odd, but you didn't have enough time to figure out what was wrong. You trailed after Diluc as he led you into his office, and shut the door behind him.
"Please, sit," he said, watching you awkwardly stand by the chairs. You nodded and hesitantly sat down on the cushioned seat, and you couldn't even believe how comfy the seat was. Well, you had just been spending all of your time in the wild outdoors so having a nice chair to sit in was very unusual.
Diluc walked over to his chair, on the other side of the desk, and sat down. He pulled a bottle out from underneath his desk. "It's grape juice, is that alright?" He asked, suddenly nervous. He didn't want to give you a bad first impression, although it was already a little messy because of what happened down by the lake.
"Oh sure. I don't mind." You answered. The corners of his lips rose ever so slightly, and he opened the bottle of grape juice. You were engrossed in the way he carefully held the wine glass, gentle but firm, and the charming way he poured the juice into the glass. Something about it was surreal. Elegant even. He had an air of nobility around him life that.
However on his part, what he noticed was completely different. He felt that his hands were too shaky. That he was taking too long to pour the glass, and the silence that hung in the air was becoming thicker. He could barely breathe at the prospect that you were even here, in his home, sharing a drink with him. It was unbelievable, really.
Once he was finished, he handed the glass over to you, and you took it from his hand, your fingertips gently brushing against his. The tips of his ears turned a very light pink, but he was lucky that you hadn't been paying attention to that.
He hated that he felt so nervous. He should be elegant and charming, and leave a very good impression on you, so that maybe, just maybe you might see him favorably. He despised how weak he felt, but it was only natural for him to be nervous in the presence of a being like you.
"Mm...thank you" You said, as you took a sip of the grape juice. It was sweet, but not too sweet, and had a little bit of sourness to it. It was refreshing and cold, but made you feel warm. Out in the wild, you had occasionally found fruits and just drank the juice from them, but this was a little different.
"Please, there is no need to thank me, it is my honor," He said, taking a sip from his glass. You thought he was just being a gentleman, but in truth he was all euphoric on the inside.
In the silence, your mind began to wander. You started to doubt more and more if this was actually a dream or not. Of course it had to be, because this place wasn't real. Diluc wasn't real. That should be the case, but yet, you felt like you've been here for such a long time already. When were you going to wake up from this dream?
You thought it strange how real everything feels, from the cold water, to the rich taste of the grape juice, to the hunger and thirst you had experienced, it was all so vivid. Could this really be a dream? You've heard that it is possible for people to experience very real sensations in their dreams, but you never thought it would be as convincing as this.
Well anyway, there was no point in worrying about the details. You had no idea how long this dream was going to last, so in the meantime you might as well have fun with it. After all, there was no harm in having fun in a dream right?
The glass in your hands was now empty, the juice all gone. "Thank you for the drink, but I should probably get going now," you said, rising from your seat. You already missed the softness of the chair. You looked at Diluc, who sat their blankly staring at his empty glass. Shrugging, you began to walk towards the door, only to stop upon hearing his voice.
"You should stay the night here. It is already getting dark outside. It will be dangerous." He said, quickly rising from his chair. He walked over to you carefully, and smiled. He was just trying to be considerate.
"I mean, is that really okay? I don't mean to impose..." You trailed off, while that was true, you also did feel a little bit awkward about the situation.
"I assure you, it is not a big deal. I'll have a guest room arranged for you." He said, without waiting for your answer. "Then you can leave first thing in the morning." but please allow me just a bit more time to be near you, is what he didn't say out loud. You simply sighed and agreed. It would in fact be easier just to stay here until morning. Then you could find your way to Mondstadt without it being the middle of the night.
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enmayz · 3 months
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i have an idea 🤓☝🏻
it's the first time you're going to sleep at your bf's (jungwon) place, AND what he doesn't know is that you have a plushie that u sleep with everyday (and u brought w u to his house ofc). I beeeet he would be lowkey jealous and get annoyed that you're not giving him your full attention 😭
i don't really mind if u want this to be sfw or nsfw, i'm not really good at elaborating 💔
ᥫ᭡ "what is your plushie doing in my place?"
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jungwon was so excited that you were finally staying over at his place tonight. whenever you were over at his house, he would beg you every single time to stay over, but you always said no. jungwon was so excited he made sure to have everything ready by the time you got here. he cleaned up his bed, brought out all the comfy pillows and blankets that he owned, reminding himself he needed to go buy more comfortable pieces for you. he lit some scented candles that were laying around the house just so his room could smell good. the thought that he could have you for the whole night just in his arms had him jumping in excitement, he was going to hold onto you so tight, kiss you so much.
that was what jungwon was imagining and always went to sleep dreaming about. that was not what was happening right now. right now he did not have you wrapped up in his arms, he was not pulling you closer for a kiss, he was not happy. right now, you were too busy playing with your little plushie, too busy that you didnt even notice he was pouting. how could you ignore him, your cute loving boyfriend, just to play with your plushie that cant even talk to you or hug you???
after a while of just laying on jungwon's bed playing with your plushie, you notice that your usually hyper boyfriend was being awfully quiet. you turned to your side only to find jungwon curled up into a ball, back towards you. you scooted over to him, wrapping a hand around his arm, "baby? whats wrong, you okay?" no reponse. you knit your eyesbrows together in confusion, "jungwon?" you were even more surprised when he scooted further away from you. just when you were about to protest, you were cut off, "arent you too busy playing with your plushie? dont mind me, go play with it," jungwon said with a pout.
your mouth gaped open in surprise, disbelief, and honestly amusement. "babe...ive been playing with it for a whole whopping minute, you cant possibly be jealous of that...right?" you asked trying to stifle your laugh. jungwon responded by turning over quickly to face you, "exactly. a minute that we could have spent kissing, what is your plushie doing in my place?" jungwon declared with a pout on his face. you softly rolled your eyes, "won, you were the one that got me that plushie, claiming it would help me sleep better." seeing his still grim face, you kind of felt bad, knowing how long jungwon had been waiting for this. with a sigh you snuggled up against his chest, in which jungwon responded by wrapping his arms around you tightly. you knew he wasnt actually mad at you, he could never be. he just really loved you and wanted to spend every minute and second with you. "okay, im sorry won, i shouldnt have played with my plushie for even a minute," you emphasized with a giggle, before leaning up to give him a peck on his soft lips. jungwon's grin was enough to melt your heart, was enough to make you blame yourself for playing with your plushie. "fine, then repay me with a thousand more kisses."
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pan-de-seungcheol · 5 months
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{A quiet night in with your boyfriend quickly turns into something else when he suggests trying something new}
[concept from my SVT kinks post hehe]
{Word count: 1176}
{Warnings: katopotronophilia (masturbating infront of mirrors), pervert junhui, he is so in love, kinda whiny jun, little bit dom reader}
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Jun looked over at you, laying so peacefully beside him while the two of you watched a movie together, opting for a stay-at-home date night. You looked so beautiful, almost angelic, and Junhui wouldve told you such if he wasnt trying to hide a raging boner from you.
Just an hour earlier you had exited the bathroom after your shower completely naked. Jun knew bodies werent inherently sexual and he was extatic that you had grown comfortable enough around him to walk around naked, but hed be lying if he said the sight didnt turn him on.
Now you were acting as if nothing had happened, and Jun was too shy to initiate something with you. It wasnt that he never initiated sex, but something about tonight being so previously innocent (you were just watching a movie for crying out loud) was making him hold his tongue.
"How are you liking the movie baby?" You said from next to him.
Jun didnt take his eyes off of the tv.
"Good"
Your eyes narrowed at him.
"Yeah Beautyand the Beast is a classic"
"mhm"
"JUN!"
He jumped "What?"
"Were not even watching Beauty and the Beast" you pouted up at him "Whats on your mind? youve been distant all night."
his face immediately heated up. He wanted to lie to you, you just looked so comfy in your matching pjs, and Jun felt like a pervert for being so horny.
"Um-ever since earlier- um - ive felt.... you know" great cause thats so clear.
But you understood perfectly. He always got so shy when he wanted you, and you could see it in the way he avoided eye contact that he must be incredibly horny.
"Junhui, you know you can ask me for sex, right?" You scooted closer to him, bringing your face just inches from his own.
"Y-yes but-"
You kissed him, placing your hand firmly on his neck. He was too cute, all nervous and stuttering. You'd do anything for him, and you were going to prove that to him tonight.
You deepened the kiss, licking lightly on his lower lip almost as is asking for entrance to his mouth, and he obliged. You were a mess together, lips smashing agaainst eachother in need. You pushed him down onto the bed and strattled his hips, feeling his hard cock through the thin fabric of his pajama pants.
"God Jun how long have you been this hard? This has to be painful" You palmed him through his pants, wanting to give him any sort of relief.
Jun groaned into your mouth. It had been painful but he was so scared of bithering you that he had been set on pushing through, no matter how horny he was.
"Tell me baby, what made you this hard?" You whispered to him, voice laced with lust. You felt his dick twitch under you at your words, and felt a wet patch form where you were palming him.
Jun wimpered, he was so incredibly horny for you and you were only making it worse. Sitting above him like this Jun could feel heat eminating from your core, he was so familiar with your body that he knew you were growing needier for him with every passing second.
He looked passed you then, eyes being srawn to the large mirror facing your bed on the opposite end of the room. Jun sighed at the image facing back at him. Your ass was inches above his dick, and he could see your hand as it made rough passes over his llength. He was in a trance, to encaptured by the sight that he forgot to respond to you.
You looked back, following his eyes until you were met with the image that had your boyfriend panting under you.
oh
You knew then what it was he wanted, but what was the fun in giving in so easily?
"Use your words baby, tell me what you want." You said while continuing to rub him through his pants.
"Mmhhm-" Your words only spurred Jun on "Wanna watch you..." he trailed off, suddenly too shy to finish his sentence. He felt to perverted for even asking something like this of you, and humiliation quickly colored his cheeks pink.
You understood immediately. You rolled off of Jun and laid down beside him. Your heartbeat picked up as you realized what you were about to do. You didnt know your boyfriend was into this type of thing, but the thought was turning you on. You were just as much of a pervert as him.
You wiggled yourself out of your pajama pants and parted your legs, watching his reaction in the mirror. He was staring right at you as you began collecting your sweet juices on your fingers.
He watched you, your soft pussy illuminated by the bedside lamp that you had left on. Your fingers were already slick with your arousal, pushing so lightly through your folds. Jun felt like he was in a dream, he always fantasized about watching you touch yourself, often getting off to the thought when you weren't around, but he was always too shy to bring it up to you.
Your soft moans brought him out of his thoughts. You were pushing your fingers into yourself now, and the sounds were more than lewd. Jun couldn't help himself anymore. He trailed his hand down past the band of his pajama pants and started stroking his hard dick.
You were watching each other get off now. Your fingers working quickly on the soft walls of your pussy, and Juns much larger hand making quick passes over the entirety of his hard length. Moans filled the room as the two of you used the mirror to watch eachother.
The situation was more than enough for Jun, he never thought hed be doing this with you. You were so hot, fucking yourself to the image of him doing the same. Jun couldn't take it anymore, so overcome with lust that he was quickly cumming, the thick white substance shooting out over his hand.
You followed shortly after, unable to hold yourself back after watching Jun come undone so easily. Your pussy was spasming around your fingers, making your hole impossibly wetter with cum.
You watched eachother come down in the mirror, eyes still laced with arousal at what you two had just done.
Suddenly he was on you, placing kisses along your face and pulling you onto him.
"Jun--" you laughed in shock, this was all so sudden and the situation itself was so new you didnt know what to do.
"That was so hot Y/N, thank you." He continued kissing down your neck, sending shivers down your spine and lighting up your skin once again.
"Dont worry baby, Im far from done with you tonight." You kissed him back. Now that you'd try something new with your boyfriend, the floodgates had opened and you were set on trying every one of your fantasies with him, no matter how long it would take.
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{Author's Note}
writing that caption made me feel like a youtuber... not the "night w my bf gone sexual (not clickbate)"
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bieachella · 11 months
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Wants and Needs | dbf! joel miller x reader (pt. 1)
summary: your family and friends are at a cabin celebrating your parents anniversary and u and joel get comfy together 🥰
rating: 15+ they’re just flirting here
warnings: (for the entire fic) age difference (reader is highschool graduate so take that as it is, joel is in his 40s) f!reader, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), pet names, praise, slow burn?? kinda idk, dbf!joel, alcohol use, fluff, unprotected p in v sex, breeding, this will be filthy trust me
a/n: ive never written fanfic in my life but dbf joel is plaguing my brain so buckle up
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“Still open?” Joel jokes as he slides his empty whiskey glass toward you. You had been playing bartender behind the small, wooden bar in the center of your parent's get-away cabin.
It had been your parents’ 15th wedding anniversary, which called for inviting family, extended family, and close friends, all to the large, chateau-like cabin your parents rented on occasion.
You smile at Joel and take his glass, nodding your head. "Always open," you reply. Joel chuckles and leans back in his chair, surveying the room.
It's a cozy space, with a large stone fireplace dominating one wall and comfortable seating arranged in small groupings around the room. Soft lighting from wall sconces and table lamps gives the space a warm glow, and the scent of pine needles and woodsmoke wafts in from the crackling fire.
You turn your attention back to the bar, starting to refill Joel's glass with a generous pour of whiskey. As you work, you can't help but notice Joel’s skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat despite the cool air conditioning of the bar. It sent a warm feeling to the pit of your stomach, and you brushed it off as a passing thought. You fixed your eyes on the liquid pouring out of the spout, and he couldn't help but smile at your efforts to make his drink neat and precise.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” You felt your cheeks flush at the pet name as you slid the glass back over to him.
Joel took a sip of his drink, letting out a content sigh as the alcohol warmed him from the inside. He turned to you with a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.
God, he made you feel like your lungs would collapse at any moment. You suddenly realized you had been staring at him for what would soon look like not innocent.
You quickly averted your gaze and cleared your throat, trying to hide your embarrassment. “So, um, you having fun?” you asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from your momentary lapse in composure.
It didn’t go unnoticed by Joel.
“Are you having fun?” he repeated with a playful smirk. Again, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up at his teasing tone.
You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before responding. “I am, actually,” you said, smiling back at him.
Joel nodded with a half-joking, impressed look on his face. You giggled a little and you gazed around the room, trying to find something else to talk about. You decided to stay quiet, looking at all your drunk relatives you didn’t recognize but had supposedly known you since you were little.
“Why don’t you get back out there with your kind, Joel,” jerking your head towards the group of people.
Joel chuckled at your comment and shook his head. “Nah, I’m good right here sweetheart. Plus, wouldn’t want’cha to get lonely.”
You felt that pit in your stomach again, getting butterflies at the thought of Joel not wanting to leave you alone.
You tried to play it cool, but your heart was racing. You had been crushing on Joel for as long as you can remember, but you never thought he felt the same way. It was understandable, considering he was your dads closest friend. Revealing any romantic involvement between his best friend and his only daughter, something he took immense pride in, would shatter him.
“Well I’m glad you’re comfortable here,” you said, trying to act nonchalant. “But my feet are killing me,” you added, wiping the bar down before stepping out from behind it and heading towards the couch. “Join me?” you asked, flashing him a toothy grin
Joel smiled back at you, his eyes twinkling. "You got it, babe" he said, following you over to the couch.
As you both settled down, you couldn't help but feel the warmth radiating from his body. You tried to keep your distance, not wanting to give away how much you wanted to be close to him. But it was hard, especially when he leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms out, accidentally brushing against your shoulder.
You felt your heart skip a beat as Joel's touch sent shivers down your spine. You tried to play it cool, but your cheeks were turning pink as you leaned slightly closer to him. Joel seemed to notice and he shifted slightly, his arm now resting on the back of the couch behind you.
You sat with your knees pressed up against your chest, stealing glances at Joel every now and then. He was so handsome, his dark hair, sprinkled with grey at the sides, and his salt and pepper beard, and his dark eyes, and the way he listened so intensely when you spoke to him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of ease around him that you hadn’t felt with anyone else.
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home is where the heart is
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PAIRING: soft!Tangerine x fem!Reader
WORD COUNT: 2.8k
SUMMARY: you and Tan have a free day, deciding that you want to spend the cold day together at home doing cozy and domestic activities.
TAGS/WARNINGS: tooth rotting fluff, pet names, swearing, established relationship, just cute domestic stuff. no mentions of ‘y/n’
A/N: unfortunately there’s no smut in this one, booo- I know I know. but I am planning another story that’s got lots of angst and a tonnes of dirty smut. I wanted to create a quick little cute story, that can be for everyone. it felt really weird to write something that had no smut, and just all fluff- so that was a challenge, plus ive been in a bit of a writing slump since my last post got deleted (yes im still pissed about it lmao) I was in a rush to post this, bc during xmas time I didn’t have much time to write this plus it’s 2023 (wtf?) also hope you enjoyed the holidays & happy new year💌 feedback is always appreciated. hope you like:)
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Frosty mornings like these were your favourite, waking up in his warm arms; the comfort and safety it brought you was something that could never quite be topped. Most mornings he’d ‘accidentally’ awaken you by playing with your hair, stroking your shoulders or tracing over your features. Today was no different.
Sometimes he’d wake up an hour before you, and he would become so impatient that he’d have to physically stop himself from opening your eyes.
Today he opted for a different route, growing restless; waking you up by planting kisses all over your face.
“Finally” he rasps as he sees your eyes slowly open “mornin'”
“Good morning” you sluggishly reply, still half asleep.
Noticing the sleep dust in your eyes, he swipes his thumbs in the corners of your eyes, softly removing the sleep crusties. “You look so pretty in the morning”
Shying your face away into the pillow “shut up” you muffle into the fabric before loudly groaning while you stretched in a starfish.
“Come back” readjusting you, so that your head rested on his chest- embracing you tight to him.
You adored the quality time you two shared, you could sit in comfortable silence for hours- just quietly enjoying each other's presence.
“What you fancy doin' today?” He asks, interrupting the ten-minute-long silent cuddle. Taking your hand, placing his against yours above the covers.
“We got the whole day together right? I kinda wanna have a chill quiet day in”
“Good, me too”
“Okay good good- alright let me go now, I’m gonna piss myself” you say, trying to push yourself away.
“No, five more minutes” he whines, pulling you back in.
“I am ten seconds away from wetting the bed”
“Just do it in my mouth” he jests.
His response caught you off guard making you guffaw, followed by a loud gasp.
“Don’t- that’s not funny” now ripping yourself from his embrace, speed walking into the bathroom.
“Babe? I’ll go feed the cat, I’ll be downstairs.” Tangerine shouts from the other side of the door.
Last year you and Tan rescued a ginger cat from a shelter; he was very reluctant on getting a cat- in fact, he hated the idea, instantly shutting it down. You begged him for months and months until one day when he finally caved.
You thought that the cat would be your own pet, considering how much Tangerine was against it- but that was not the case; he and the cat were practically inseparable. He even chose her name before you could get a chance- naming her Mandarine (Mandy for short)
You were feeling a bit sweaty and grimy from last night’s dirty escapades, deciding to quickly hop in the shower.
Drying off and putting on some comfy loungewear, before briskly walking down the grand staircase.
“Something burning?” you shout out, once making your way to the bottom of the stairs.
Walking into the kitchen, stopping in your tracks looking around the room as if a bomb had just gone off in there.
“I know I know, it’s a shithole” he admits, resting against the worktop looking defeated. “I tried making you breakfast”
“You did? That’s so sweet”
“When I say breakfast I mean a pile of shite, you might get ill if you eat it” he says looking almost embarrassed, sliding the plate behind him- hiding it from you.
“I want to eat what you made” you sweetly coo, trying to make him feel a bit better. “You took time and effort, so I’d like to try it”
Reluctantly he pulls out the plate, sliding it along the counter towards you, looking away.
You tried so so hard to show a poker face because you knew that it would crush him if you turned your nose up at it. It looked revolting- just straight-up foul, but he could never know that.
Taking a fork from the draw, and walking yourself over to the island chair to take a seat. You were trying to decide what would be the least disgusting thing to eat. The almost raw scrambled eggs? The charcoal-coloured toast? Or was it the burnt baked beans?
Begrudgingly you slide your fork into the beans, scooping a mouthful and taking a bite. In your mind this was you showing him how much you loved him.
“No stop, I can’t let you eat that. I don’t want you to get sick.” He announces abruptly, pulling the plate away from you.
“It’s okay, I wanna eat what you made” sneaking your fork onto the plate again, taking another bite of the beans- once again proving some kind of bizarre loyalty.
“What you doing you knob?! Don’t eat it. I will go and get something from the shop” he blurts “anyway I used up everything in the fridge making this shit.”
“Thank you for making it, I really do appreciate it” you reassure him. “You go to the shop, and I’ll clean up this pigsty, okay?”
He jogs upstairs to change. You look around the room trying to decide where to start.
Clattering comes rushing down the stairs “alright my love, I’m off.”
Walking up to you, kissing you on the forehead “I love you, be right back”
Smiling back at him, “I love you, be safe” waving him off.
With the door closing you spin on your heel in an attempt to clean.
Putting on some music to help get you in an energised mood.
You couldn’t help but feel something was off with Tangerine, usually, he’s a pretty good cook- quite organised too. But with the state left in the kitchen, you wondered if something was on his mind.
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Being so occupied with the music and cleaning you had no idea that Tan had been watching you for the last couple of minutes- too busy dancing and singing along to your favourite songs.
A couple light taps on your shoulder snap you out of your trance, instantly frightening you. “AH-ohmygod don’t do that” you shriek, turning the music right down- almost muted.
Chuckling to himself “sorry sorry” pulling his hands from behind his back, handing you the most beautiful bouquet of flowers “sorry I took so long, I stopped by the florists”
“These are stunning! Thank you” you respond full of joy.
“Always welcome. I’ll put these in a vase for you. Put your feet up… and thank you for cleaning my mess”
“Of course! And no it’s okay, I’ll put the shopping away”
“Wait, before you do that, get my phone… in my pocket” noticing you look around in a confused way. “My hands are wet, my phone in my pocket.. my joggers- the ones I’m wearing.” He knew that sometimes you could be a bit slow, so he made sure to never lose his temper with you.
“Oooh” cackling to yourself. Reaching your hands into his pocket, pulling out his phone.
“Okay good, unlock it… now go on photos”
Looking up at him slightly befuddled “are you sure? It’s your phone, I don’t wanna snoop”
“Yes- do it” looking down at you to see your reaction. “I know you love the sky… the sunrise looked beautiful this morning and thought you’d like a picture of it” focusing on you, trying to figure out what you were thinking.
“Why are you so thoughtful? I’m gonna send these to myself. It’s so pretty, thank you handsome” giving him a quick couple of pecks on the lips.
“Oooo wait- what’s this?” Finding a picture of him on a mission, showing him the selfie on his phone- mouth agape “looking good my friend, Jesus Christ you’re so pretty… I’m sending this to myself too”
Both beaming at each other. “These look good, right?” He asks, placing the vase on the accent table in the hallway, and adjusting them a couple times.
“They’re beautiful” smiling at him, from behind the fridge door. “Babe? Why so many eggs?” You ask.
“You talk about how much you want to bake again, I thought we could do that today” strolling over to you, standing behind you, and wrapping his arms around your waist. Resting your head back on his chest. “You are too cute sometimes, ya know that?”
Kissing you on the cheek, walking away to put the kettle on “fancy a cuppa?”
“Ooh yes please” you reply, closing the fridge and putting away the bags.
“Is that-?” Tan asks himself, walking over to your phone “it is” turning it up a bit. “It’s our song” it was live forever by Oasis.
Taking your hand, slowly swaying with you around the kitchen. You pick up Mandy, noticing that she wants if be included, holding her between you both as you step around the table. Smiling at each other, like a cute little family.
Once the song finishes you place the cat down on her favourite spot on the windowsill. Making your teas, taking a few sips.
“What do you wanna make?” You ask while looking through the cupboards.
“I’m partial to those blueberry muffins you make” he instantly responds, almost as if they were already on his mind.
“Ooh they do sound good right now actually”
Working together as a team, doing things as though your minds are connected- as if you both know what the other needs before they even know it.
Once everything had been washed up, you both waited impatiently for the timer to go off. You were sat on the counter and Tan was standing between your legs with his back to you, hugging around him, resting your face against his muscular back.
“Oh hurry up you stupid oven” you say out loud to yourself.
You could feel your face bob up a couple times from the vibrations of his chuckle
*ding*
Tan opens the door, pulling out the tray of muffins with the tea cloth, placing them on a heat pad. You rush over snatching one, raising it to take a bite. He cups his hand under your mouth because he knew what was about to happen next.
“Ashahsahash” you muffle, steam exiting your mouth, letting the piece of muffin fall into his hand.
“Hot?” He jokes, smirking at you.
“Yup”
Instead of throwing your bite away or putting it aside, he eats it straight from his hand. You hated to admit it, but that was so hot. Your eyes widened, looking away smirking.
“Go put sommat on the telly, I’ll be in there in a min- before you go, take in the drinks would ya?” he sweetly instructs.
You set the sofa with a few fluffy blankets, closing the curtains. Lighting some candles before flopping onto the sofa.
He follows not long after with a tray of goodies. The muffins, a bowl of pretzels and couple bags of chocolate. A few small oranges on the board to add some balance. He even decorated the tray with a flower in an empty beer bottle.
Setting it down on the coffee table. Plopping himself down next to you- adjusting the pair of you so that he was sitting in the corner of the sofa, allowing you to lounge into him.
Covering yourselves with the blankets. “What do you fancy watching?” He questions while picking up the controller.
In sync, you both suggest “Gavin and Stacey?” Which was followed by a laugh from you both.
With his arm draped over your shoulder, he lifted your jaw up so that he could give you a couple sweet deep kisses. Snuggling into him as the tv plays, Mandy joins- laying soundly on Tan’s lap.
~
After a few hours had passed, you wanted to get up to have a quick stretch and pee break. By this point, you were half laid on his chest and half falling down the back of the sofa. “Okay I gotta get up, my back is killing” you announce.
“Me too, I’ve been needing a piss the whole episode.”
“Quick break and rejoin in five?” You ask.
“Naa make it ten, I need a cig”
“Sorry, Mandy baby, mummy’s gotta get up” you softly say to the orange ball of fluff sleeping on the dip in your waist.
“Awh she’s so mean Mands, aww you poor thing, come to daddy” he jokes while picking her up, smirking at you because he loves winding you up.
“Evil” you respond to him shortly.
After your short break, gathering back together on the couch. This time his head rested on your shoulder as he cuddled into you, running your fingers through the length of his hair. Laying together in peaceful silence.
His phone rang obnoxiously, interrupting the quiet. “Hello? What?!” He snaps to the person on the receiver. Tan’s tone was always different around other people, he spoke to you in a gentle, caring, and loving way- he wouldn’t dare speak to you the way he does to others.
“Alright keep your fucking knickers on” he groans into the phone. “I’ll be right back love” he whispers to you, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.
Even though the door was closed you could still hear what he was saying, it muffled throughout the walls, but you didn’t want to eavesdrop.
“No! I ain’t fucking doing it. Find someone else”
Your eyebrows screwed together in confusion. “What was he on about?” you thought to yourself.
He re-enters the room, and you pretend that you weren’t listening to his call.
Slumping down next to you, looking irritated.
Turning round to look at him, you were concerned “you doing okay?” You question.
“Yeah. What you wanna watch now?” He asks, changing the subject.
“Hey? You can talk to me.”
“I don’t wanna bother you.”
“You could never” you reassure.
Huffing out a long breath before professing what was on his mind. “This Russian nut job wants me and Lem to collect his son and some ransom money in Tokyo. He’s been hounding us for days. I don’t want to do it- he knows about the Bolivia job and personally wants to hire us. But that man- he’s fucked in the head. I don’t want to get caught up in that shit.”
“Would it be selfish for me to say that I’m glad you don’t want to take it?” you admit. “I just want you safe. Why don’t you invite Lem over? You can talk it over in your office, I can make us all some dinner and maybe we can play some card games by the fireplace or watch some tv? He can stay over and hopefully it will help get your mind off it all?”
“Okay… we’ll try that. I’ll ring him now” holding your face, bringing it close to his- giving you a couple long kisses before leaving the room- going upstairs.
You hurry to the kitchen, looking through the fridge to see what to make for this impromptu dinner evening. Deciding on creamy chicken pasta with steamed veg.
Tangerine joins you a few minutes later, helping you cook the food. “He won’t be long, he’s already in the area”
“Good good, is his stuff up in his room? Or in the laundry?” You ask, wanting to make sure Lemon feels welcome when he arrives. A couple years ago you both turned a spare room into his room so that whenever he visits (more often than not) he’d feel comfortable and at home.
“His room” he replies like he’s trying to remember.
A couple echoing knocks come from the wooden door, and Tan rushes to it- unlocking it. A booming voice follows with footsteps towards the kitchen.
“Lem! Hi, welcome welcome. Hope you’re hungry” you gush, walking around the island to give him a hug.
“It smells fucking banging in here” he compliments.
“Thank you. Your stuff is upstairs on your bed, it should be clean and folded”
“Ah you are a gem”
“Dinner is almost done, babe you do drinks, Lem you do cutlery and I’ll serve” you instruct.
“You’re the boss” Tangerine says, saluting you.
Walking to into the living room, handing them their bowls, before taking a seat on the sofa between the brothers.
“What we watching?” Lemon asks before taking a bite. “Woah that’s fucking good,” he says with a mouthful.
“Thank you”
“Before you ask Lem, we ain’t watching fucking Thomas” Tangerine pipes up.
“What about Gavin and Stacey?” Lem questions.
Your neck whips round to face Tan, both bursting into laughter.
“What? Did I spit on you or something?” He asks sounding a bit embarrassed.
“No no! Just we’ve been watching that all day” you comfort.
“Yeah, I can watch it again” Tangerine chirps in.
For the rest of the night, the three of you plus Mandy lounged around. Watching tv and playing board games until it was time to sleep.
All of you getting ready for the night, saying goodnight to Lemon before heading to bed.
Snuggling into Tan under the duvet, using him as a hot water bottle.
“Thank you for taking my mind off everything today my sweet” he softly hushes. 
“Anytime my love” you soothe.
“I’m fucking knackered. Goodnight Clementine, I love you” he whispers, turning around to tightly spoon you.
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puppy love (iii)
Chuuya Nakahara x Reader
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fandom: bungo stray dogs
I didn't mean for this to be so long. I'm so sorry. I just really like writing about Chuuya interacting with dogs. Again I apologize (but I hope you enjoy)! (And the panel comes from the manga Kimi ni Todoke!)
warnings: fem reader, pet names (doll, lady, etc.), mentions of pet abandonment in the past, mentions of stray dogs, slight angst towards the end, a bit of mutual pining (but they don't know it yet bc they're kinda dumb) || words: 5.5k
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV
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Chuuya has never known himself to be nervous.
Wary? Sure. Itching to get something over with? Absolutely. Pissed off beyond all belief? Of fucking course—he’s put up with Dazai for all these years, hasn’t he?
But he’s never felt quite like this. Standing in front of the shabby little shop you call home, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, fingers twitching in his pockets—not to mention the swarm of butterflies that’s taken refuge in the depths of his stomach. His throat is unnaturally dry, beads of sweat gathering at his forehead.
Why the fuck is he so damn nervous?
He has no reason to be. He knows no danger lies beyond that door, none whatsoever. And even if there was a fight waiting for him, he’d come out on top in two seconds flat.
Nothing to worry about. It’s just you and those dogs you keep yammering on about.
(Maybe that’s why he’s so worried.)
He shakes his head and knocks on the door. You’ve already turned the lights down, placed the closed sign right there in the window, and yet he can hear you scurrying on the other side of the door. A few seconds later it swings open, and the sight of your smile immediately puts him at ease.
“I’m so glad you could make it!”
He steps inside as you shut the door behind him. One of the lights flicker on, bathing the room in a warm golden glow.
This is the first time he’s actually seen your shop, and he’s pleased to find it looks much more comfy than the outside. A bit small in size, but the selection of pet supplies is plenty enough to brag about. Different brands of dog and cat food, assortments of leashes and collars in all kinds of colors, rows of dog toys and treats lining the counters. The floors are clean, the blinds are shut, and everything seems to be in order.
But not a single pup in sight.
“You want anything to drink?” You’re already motioning him to follow you behind the counter, towards the back of the store. “It’s alright, I’m the only one here. I won’t tell anyone,” you add with a wink.
Fuck, more annoying butterflies.
“That’s fine, I’m alright.” He sheds his overcoat and hangs it on one of the hooks by the door, but leaves the hat perched on his head. Luckily you don’t question it.
“They’re in the back, follow me.”
There’s a spring in your step as you lead him through the back hall, through a set of double doors and into what looks like a lounge of some kind. A slightly-worn couch rests by the corner, as well as a table with only a couple chairs to keep it company. But he doesn’t have time to survey the whole room before you disappear through another door, and he picks up the pace just to keep up with you.
Finally you come to a stop, resting a hand on the doorknob and throwing him a smile over your shoulder.
“They’re inside. You ready?”
He swallows the collection of cobwebs in his mouth. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
But you don’t open the door. Don’t even move an inch. You just stare at him with those big eyes, those pretty eyes, as your lips shift into a frown.
“…What?” Did he do something wrong? Did he fuck this up already?
“You don’t have to be nervous, you know.”
“I’m not nervous,” he says a little too quickly, and he bites back a groan when you give him a knowing smile.
“It’s alright, they can be a lot to handle sometimes. But they’ll love you, I promise! Besides, you’ve met three of them already. The other five are gonna be all over you when they see you!”
Two, he corrects you internally. He’s met two of them so far, the third one keeps his distance and fucking glares at him. Hardly a win in his book. Are any of the others like that? Or is it just that one who’s got a stick up his ass?
No, don’t be like that. It’s not the dog’s fault it doesn’t like people; hell, Chuuya himself doesn’t even like people all that much. The nerves are just making him feel on edge.
Fuck it, he’s not nervous!
“They won’t bite,” you add with a laugh, but he still remains locked in his spot behind you. So you hold out a hand and tilt your head, reminding him of the night he first met you. So much like that one dog you have, the shiba pup. “They love meeting new people. And if Kotaro already loves you”—oh yeah, that’s the shiba’s name—“then the others are sure to follow his lead.”
The way you’re looking at him, a gentle look in your eyes, hand outstretched hopefully in his direction…
It’s no big deal. It’s just a bunch of dogs. He loves dogs, right? Never met a dog he didn’t like! They just happen to belong to you, and you’ve…just got a lot of them. Nothing too major, he’s dealt with much worse in his life.
But that’s just it. They’re your dogs, not just stray animals he crosses paths with on the street. They mean the absolute world to you, he knows it in the way you talk about them. You show it in the way you clutch Kotaro to your chest, pressing kiss after kiss to his furry head. The way your eyes light up at even the slightest mention of one of your dogs, how you’re so eager to brag about the new trick they learned or what they did at the park earlier that day.
You love them with everything your heart has to offer…and Chuuya just hopes he’s good enough to give them the attention and adoration they deserve.
A heavy sigh passes through his lips; slowly but surely, he places his gloved hand in yours. “No biting?” he asks with a smile.
“No biting, I promise! Told them to be on their best behavior today, too.”
It’s only when he nods that you turn the knob and push the door open. You all but pull him in after you, all smiles and laughter and—
Holy shit, that’s a lot of fucking dogs!
All different breeds rush him at once, Kotaro taking the lead and nearly barreling right into Chuuya’s knee. The beagle follows soon after, accompanied by a corgi. (At least he thinks it’s a corgi.) Two little Chihuahuas are yipping and running circles around his ankles. A dachshund paws at the tip of his shoe before latching her teeth around it.
“Hey, hey, come on! Be nice!”
You clap your hands and wave your arms to shoo them away. Just like clockwork the dogs turn their attention on you, a blur of wagging tails and drool and perked-up ears. You scoop up the pair of Chihuahuas, holding one in each arm, and gently nudge the dachshund away from Chuuya with your leg.
Over your shoulder he can see the last two dogs: the grumpy bulldog he met a few days ago (the one who looks like he hates his guts), and a schnauzer whose tail hasn’t stopped wagging since he walked in the room. There’s a slight limp in the schnauzer’s step; it’s favoring its front left paw, but he can’t see any visible wound on the skin. Placing the twin Chihuahuas down, you give the schnauzer a scratch under its bearded chin before pressing a kiss to its head.
“Sit!”
About half the dogs listen, Kotaro not being one of them. He’s still busy sniffing the area around Chuuya, rubbing against his leg like a cat. You snap your fingers over and over, huffing when the dog blatantly ignores you. Finally you stand up and scoop him up in your arms, placing him down in between the dachshund and the beagle.
“You alright?” Your smile is a bit wobbly. Are you just as nervous as he is?
For some reason the thought quells the storm of butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
“I’m fine, doll. Nothin’ I can’t handle,” he adds with a smirk, and you quickly avert your eyes back down to the dogs.
You sink down to sit on the floor, patting the space beside you. Unfortunately Kotaro takes that as his cue to move—even before Chuuya can settle himself down, he’s wrestling a rowdy shiba pup off his lap.
But when one dog goes, the rest of the pack is sure to follow. And suddenly the two of you are swamped in furry bodies and swishing tails and scrabbling paws. One puppy on your lap, another in your arms, and one nosing at your pocket in hopes of finding a snack or two.
“This one’s Sora,” you say, holding the corgi up to him. Chuuya can’t even speak, too captivated by the pup’s sweet brown eyes. “He’s a cutie, isn’t he? And he’s—oh, hey! I would never forget about you, Ocha, don’t worry!” You reach over to pat the dachshund right between her ears. “This little girl is Ocha. She can get a bit jealous but she’s an absolute sweetheart! Oh! And these two are Yuki and Yui! They’re…the troublemakers of the pack!”
Are those the Chihuahuas? One of them is chomping on your shoelaces, while the other one is pawing at his pant leg. The corgi in his arms lets out a soft whine; immediately he brings it closer, letting it sniff his hand and lick his face.
“This is Haru,” you continue, motioning to the schnauzer. “She’s the newest one here. She’s not scared of humans though, so you can pet her all you like! Just let her approach you first. Oh, and be mindful of her paw, she’s recovering from a broken leg. Poor thing could barely walk when we found her! But she’s healing up so nicely…aren’t you, pretty girl?”
The dog lets out a whine, but it almost sounds happy. Her ears are pressed against her head and her stubby tail’s wagging a mile a minute.
Reaching around the corgi’s head—is it Sora? Sounds about right—he holds out a hand to the schnauzer. The dog, Haru, gives a cautious sniff, balances herself on her good paw, and takes another step closer. You’re practically bouncing in your seat as Haru wags her tail and lets Chuuya pet her.
“Aww, she likes you!”
And thank fuck for that; there’s nothing more depressing than a dog that doesn’t like you.
Like that one—he gives the bulldog a sideways glance, and the dog huffs and turns his head.
The beagle nearly trips over his own paws trying to reach Chuuya’s face. The tiny Chihuahua chewing on your shoelaces manages to untie them, and you scramble to grab the string from its mouth with a shriek.
Kotaro, Pochi, Sora… Haru, right?
Something nudges his elbow. It’s the little dachshund, staring up at him with big brown eyes, clutching a small stuffed toy in her mouth. She nudges him again, giving a whine and shaking her whole backside in the air.
“What is it, huh?” Fuck, what’s that one’s name again? “You wanna play, is that it?”
The dog yips and bats him with her paw. But when he grabs at the toy, she gives a hard tug and nearly rips the damn thing right out of his grasp.
“I can’t throw it if you don’t give it to me!”
She doesn’t give up, and neither does he. You laugh at the awkward tug of war between the two, all the while Sora is curled up in Chuuya’s other arm. One of the Chihuahuas crawls into his lap, throwing off his balance just enough for the dachshund to wrench the toy out of his hand.
“Hey, wait—”
It’s a three-way assault: Kotaro plants his paws right on his shoulders, Sora leans up to lick his face, and the dachshund—Ocha, that’s it!—practically throws herself right into his lap, all but knocking the poor Chihuahua out of the way. The poor pup tumbles to the floor, but you’re quick to scoop him up before he can whine.
“Sorry, Yuki,” you manage through your laughter, “Ocha didn’t mean it, I promise. …And sorry, Chuuya! Usually they’re not this rowdy!”
But he finds himself laughing along with you—of course, you apologize to the dog first—even when Kotaro’s weight knocks him over onto the floor. He’s on his back know, knees bent with the beagle ducking beneath them, and the tiny corgi curled up on his chest. Kotaro’s wet nose is pressed against his cheek, Ocha’s paw nudging his shoulder, and oh shit, now the schnauzer’s in on the fun—
“Come on, guys, let him breathe for a bit!” Your voice reaches him through the mess of fur and paws; he sees your hand snake around the dachshund’s body to pull her away. “No doggy pile today!”
Not that he has a problem with that. If this is what you have to deal with every day, living with all these dogs doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.
“Get over here, you little—”
He rolls over, propping himself on his hands and knees, still supporting the corgi against his chest. Kotaro barks and shakes his bottom in the air; the silly look on his face just screams “play with me, damn it!”
Pochi plants his paws onto his shoulders, while Ocha ambushes him from the front. Despite favoring her paw, Haru is quick to chime in with a yip and plants a sweet kiss right on Chuuya’s cheek.
The smug look on Kotaro’s face says it all: You’re surrounded. Give up already, feeble human!
“Alright, alright, that’s enough!”
You’re on your feet now, shooing the dogs away, cringing at the rumpled fabric of Chuuya’s pristine jacket and vest. The flecks of dog hair sprinkled along his dress pants. Not to mention the trails of drool and doggy slobber on his face—
“Come on, be nice.” You slide Pochi out of the way and gently pick up Haru in your arms. Chuuya catches the bulldog glaring at him from across the room; the little shit hasn’t even moved in the last ten minutes or so. “Give him some space, Kotaro!”
Chuuya manages to lift himself to his knees. The little corgi in his arms lifts his head and kisses his chin, his stubby little tail thumping against his hand. A laugh bubbles up in his throat.
“Lovable little shit, ain’t he?”
“Yeah, Sora’s a cuddle bug when he wants to be!” Once the dogs give you some space, you hold out a hand to help him up. “He’s also a sleepy little guy. Gets random bursts of energy but he’s always the first to fall asleep.”
His gloved hand slides against your own, and you pull him to his feet with a grunt. Immediately Haru and Ocha start whining and pawing at his pant leg. Batting their eyes at Sora, all snuggled up against the man’s chest.
“Are they usually just clingy, or is it just me?” he asks with a smile, and you giggle behind your hands.
“Must be you! They’re friendly, but never that friendly to people they’ve just met… They must really like you a lot.”
(Maybe it’s his roguish charm and handsome features. If so, you can’t really blame them.)
“Anyway, looks like they’ve settled down a bit.” He glances at the two pups nestled in your arms; the twin Chihuahuas are already fast asleep, snoring softly with their heads against your chest. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the shop.”
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The “rest of the shop” isn’t really part of the shop at all; Chuuya learns quickly that it’s just the half-finished room where the dogs live, with the stairs leading up to your apartment just off to the side. He stops himself before he can wonder what’s up there, though.
Not the kind of thoughts he should be having about someone he’s only just yet. And about a lady, no less.
And now the dogs are safe and sound, sprawled out in their individual beds and tucked away for the night. The Chihuahuas sleep in a tiny bed between a mess of blankets, with a dozing Pochi and Ocha on either side of them. Sora is curled up into Haru’s side; when his paw twitches gently, Chuuya thinks he can feel his chest get all warm and fuzzy.
So fucking adorable, aren’t they?
The only ones still awake are Kotaro (who’s made his home at his feet, for some unknown reason), and Shiro, who’s planted his ass firmly on your shoes. Still glaring at him with his bottom teeth jutting out, only wagging his tail when you reach down to pet him.
The two of you are leaning against the counter, side by side, holding a pair of mugs in your hands. Might be too late in the night for it, but holy shit do you make a great cup of coffee.
“I’m glad you think so,” you chuckle, careful to keep your voice low. Don’t wanna wake the babies, right? “I don’t really like it, I kinda have to drink it for these little guys, though. Keeps me going the entire day!”
He looks at you then, really looks at you as you take another sip of your drink. Your frazzled hair, the bags under your eyes, the slight heave in your chest—and the familiar warm glow in your eyes as they sweep over the eight resting dogs.
Running a shop, catering to customers, taking care of eight individual dogs, all with different personalities and needs of their own… No wonder you look so drained. You look like you could sleep for a week straight, and then some with that look in your eye.
He clears his throat and averts his gaze before you can catch him. “You said she’s the newest one, right?” He motions to Haru with a hand, snickering as she snuggles deeper into her little makeshift bed. “How long have you had her?”
“Only a couple weeks.” You place your mug down and sweep a hand through your hair. “We found her wandering around the streets one night—well, Kotaro found her, really. Poor girl was digging through the trash and limping so badly! We took her to the vet right away, fixed up her leg so she could walk again. She had a collar but when we tried calling the owners there was no answer.”
Your hands suddenly curl around the edge of the counter. Nails biting into the surface, teeth clenched and eyes wild with fire. Chuuya stops himself from reaching out to you, instead tightening his grip on his mug and taking another sip.
“They wouldn’t answer our calls, and when the vet stopped by their place he realized they’d moved… Didn’t even have the sense to bring her to a shelter first. Just up and left her, like she didn’t even matter.”
Such a sweet dog, so kind and gentle, with her favored paw resting so nicely on the blankets… Little puffs of air escaping through her nose, brushing against the corgi’s fluffy head.
And suddenly he wants to shatter the mug in his hand. The thought of leaving a mess on your floor is enough to keep him at bay, but the white-hot fury is still blazing through his veins.
How could someone treat such an innocent animal like that?
He wouldn’t have guessed it, with how friendly she had been with him earlier. Eager to play and get to know him, licking at his face and wagging her cute little tail. And extremely loyal from what he’s seen so far, with the way she looks at you and responds to your voice. What kind of dumbass would let go of such a perfect companion?
“…Are they all street dogs?” His voice is strained, but his eyes are gentle when they meet your own. “Abandoned, I mean?”
“No, not all of them. This one,” you lean down to rub Shiro’s chest, “I knew his old owner. He was moving away and he couldn’t take Shiro with him. He used to work at the shop, that’s why he asked me. Sometimes I think he still misses him.”
That explains why the dog’s such a hard-ass. But he can’t find it in himself to blame him. Chuuya knows a thing or two about losing people he cares about.
“Pochi and Sora were hanging around the shop before I took them in. At first I thought they were cats, but then I heard barking one night and knew I had to bring them in.” That familiar smile is back on your face as you gush about your puppies. “Ocha? I found her while coming home from a friend’s house, in a thunderstorm of all things! Now she doesn’t like storms, but show me a dog that does!”
You slide your mug further away before lifting yourself onto the edge. Only when you pat the space beside you does Chuuya do the same, careful not to spill what little coffee he has left in his own mug.
“The twins, Yuki and Yui,” you point to the tiny Chihuahuas in the center, “…I don’t know where they came from, honestly. I just opened the door one day and they were there. Right on the doorstep, practically newborn, no note or anything. I don’t even know what happened to their mother.”
Shiro yawns and settles down at the base of the counter, his legs sprawled out in front of him. Meanwhile Kotaro turns his attention to Chuuya, whining until the man caves in and scratches behind his ear.
“What about this one?”
“Oh, Kotaro? Former shelter dog, the last one to be adopted before they closed down! No one else wanted to deal with his little troublesome ass, so I volunteered.”
And the smug little shit looks so proud of himself, too. Tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, tail swishing from side to side, stirring up the mess of dog hair already on the floor.
A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. The dogs are sleeping, Kotaro’s relishing in all the extra attention, and for once, the bulldog Shiro isn’t even growling at him. Eventually he finishes off his coffee, and you’re quick to take it to rinse it in the sink with your own.
“Hey, Chuuya? Can I ask you something real quick?”
He glances up from Kotaro for a split second. It’s easier to pet him from the ground rather than the counter, so he hops off and kneels down to the dog’s level. His gloves are gonna be covered in dog fur once he’s done.
“What is it?”
Another bout of silence. Your back is turned to him, still hunched over the sink, despite the mugs already drying in the rack next to it. Kotaro paws at his knee, silently begging for another round of pats.
“…You’re part of the Port Mafia, aren’t you?”
Every nerve in his body screams at him to run. No, to fight. Fight and fucking win, just as he’s always had to do. Eliminate the threat. Prove your strength.
It’s like a switch goes off in his brain. But he’s not the only one; Shiro’s head lifts off the ground at lightning speed, his lip curled to show more than just that row of bottom teeth. Kotaro stiffens as soon as Chuuya’s hand retreats, his huge eyes boring right through him.
You’re still glued to your spot at the sink, not even daring to move an inch.
The message is clear from the dogs. Touch her and you die.
He swallows the mess of cobwebs in his throat as he slowly rises to his feet. Kotaro and Shiro keep their eyes trained on him; out of the corner of his eye, he can see Pochi and Ocha stirring awake, too.
Insanely loyal dogs, aren’t they?
“…It’s alright if you are,” you spit out, still staring at the sink in front of you. “I promise I won’t tell anyone! It’s just… I’ve, ah, been wondering about it…for a few days now, and I just thought…”
The sigh he lets out sends a shiver down your spine. He’s careful as he makes his way towards you, and for some reason, Shiro lets him without taking a chunk out of his leg.
“…How’d you find out?”
He’s trying not to sound intimidating. He’s not angry, far from it actually. He knows you and your little pack of pups is no real threat to the mafia. (Although, the image of you storming HQ with a band of street dogs is strangely entertaining to him.) Sooner or later, you would have questions of your own about him. He just didn’t think it would be this soon.
But that horrible feeling from earlier is fluttering around in his chest. The same one that makes his palms slick with sweat inside his gloves, the one that sends his heart smashing against his ribcage.
Is he ashamed? Absolutely not; the mafia has always been a part of him, and it always will be until the day he dies.
Maybe the thought of you running away, too scared of what he is—and taking your little pack with you—is sending him in such a frenzy.
“I’ve…had my suspicions,” you start quietly. Slowly you turn around, keeping your back against the sink. Chuuya stands a few feet away from you, forcing his hands back into his pockets. “For a couple days, now. Maybe even more… I just wanted to be sure before I started suspecting anything…”
Dangerous? He fills in the blank with a swallow.
“…’M not gonna hurt you, ya know.”
“I know! I know… Believe it or not, I’ve had my fair share of run-ins with the mafia. This isn’t exactly a nice area of Yokohama to begin with.”
That raises the hair on the back of his neck. Who did you come across? Surely someone like Akutagawa or Tachihara couldn’t be bothered with a simple pet shop owner. A simple grunt then, perhaps? He can’t imagine why they would make themselves known to an innocent civilian like you.
Did they threaten you? Were you caught in the crossfire? Thrown in the middle of a turf war? Every possibility sends another wave of heat throughout his body.
“Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to figure out.” There’s an awkward chuckle on your end. “I only ever see you at night. You’re rich as hell, I can tell by the way you carry yourself. Only one kind of job around here could get you that kind of outfit, and all those fancy wines you like to talk about. Oh, and you kinda dress like a stereotypical mafioso, too… Not that it’s a bad thing!” you add quickly, holding up your hands. “I like it! Makes you look…good, I guess? No, not just good… Maybe handsome? Ah, I-I mean—”
You stumble over your words, burying your face in your hands when none of them come out right. That’s when Kotaro trots over to you, circling your feet before taking a seat right in front of you. Shiro stays right in his spot, eyes glued on Chuuya…but at least he’s not growling at him anymore.
Chuuya blinks. And then blinks again.
…You think he’s handsome?
He clears his throat—no time to get all distracted over a few simple words from a pretty girl. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, doll. I promise, the Port Mafia wants nothing to do with your little…pack of dogs.”
But he does.
As horrible as it sounds, he wants everything to do with you and your little family of puppies.
“It’s okay.” You wrap your arms around your midsection, finally meeting his eyes with a shaky smile. “It’s just…kind of a lot to take in… Sorry…”
No, he gets it. He could barely believe it himself, after joining the mafia years ago.
“…You ain’t scared?” he asks, despite his gut telling him to shut the fuck up already.
But you shake your head, and suddenly he finds himself frowning.
“A bit too trusting, don’t ya think?”
“Maybe.” Your smile becomes a bit stronger now. “But the dogs seem to like you, so that’s enough for me.”
His jaw nearly drops to the floor; he can feel the coffee from earlier swirling around in his stomach.
Are you fucking serious?
“I know it sounds silly, but it’s true!” You must’ve seen the look on his face; you’re starting to look a bit sheepish yourself, but you continue nonetheless. “Dogs have a great sense for this kind of thing. They can tell when a person has good or bad intentions. Pick the rotten apples from the rest of the bunch, you know? And they’re all pretty easy-going around you. So if they’re not scared of you, then I’m not either.”
Well sure, it would make sense if you were a fucking child. But placing all your trust in a bunch of dogs, no matter how loyal and protective it may be… It doesn’t sit right with him.
“You can’t be serious.”
“But I am.”
“What if I hurt you?” Even saying the words out loud make him feel sick. “You really think they would’ve warned you?”
“Yeah, they started growling at you right away, didn’t they?”
“What if it was someone else? Someone other than me?”
“I trust them. I protect them, they protect me.”
“You can’t always be sure of that, doll.”
He’s stepping closer to you, and for whatever reason Kotaro and Shiro allow him to. Until he’s face to face with you, so close you can count the row of freckles splashed across his nose.
But you’re still smiling. In fact, you look more comfortable right now in front of him than you have all night. Almost like you’ve totally forgotten about the whole Port Mafia thing.
“It all comes down to intentions. Believe it or not, they’ve saved my ass a few times before. Especially Shiro; more than once he’s kept a shady person away from me, or pulled me away from a dangerous situation. It sounds weird, but I trust them with my life. Just as they trust me with theirs.”
Words fail him in that moment; he opens his mouth, and they die right there on his tongue. On one hand, what you’re saying does make sense, but it also doesn’t, and he’s not sure which one to believe.
He knew you were close to your dogs. Treated them just as you would your own children. He just didn’t realize you put such a great amount of trust in their hands—well, paws.
Despite their smaller size and friendly natures, they did jump to your defense when they suspected you might be in danger. Shiro and Kotaro standing between you two, a protective barrier of claws and teeth, with Ocha and Pochi standing on guard.
A dog’s love for his human knows no bounds.
“Trust me, if they sensed you had any bad intentions, or wanted to hurt me in any way, they wouldn’t have let you come into the shop like you did. Kotaro wouldn’t have warmed up to you right away. Believe me when I say this, Chuuya, the pups love you.”
He grits his teeth, his gaze falling to the floor between you. “…Not the bulldog.”
Your laugh is a song to his ears, and when you reach for his gloved hand, he thinks his heart might burst right there in his chest.
“Don’t worry about Shiro. He’s stingy with everyone at first! To be honest, if he really didn’t like you, he would’ve tried to bite you the first time he saw you! But as for the rest of them? I’ve never seen them warm up to a stranger like that before. Especially Kotaro—the way he acted around you that first night… It kinda made me jealous!”
You shake your head and take his other hand in yours. His face grows warm beneath your gaze, his heartbeat echoing in his ears as you inch your face closer to his.
“If my dogs trust you, then that tells me you must be a good man.”
And suddenly, Chuuya wants nothing more than to sweep you into his arms and press a thousand kisses to your lips.
“Your secret’s safe with me. If you want to come back, you’re more than welcome to! And if you want, we can just keep it between us. No outside drama, no mentions of work—just you and me and all these dogs…if that sounds good with you.”
Chuuya doesn’t think he can smile any wider. There’s another strange feeling in his chest, so much more pleasant than the one from earlier. No more shaking hands or butterflies in his stomach; only a sweet, warm feeling that pools deep in his chest.
It reminds him of your smile, of your warmth and affection for the little family you’ve made for yourself, as he tugs you in closer with Kotaro yipping happily at your heels.
“Sounds perfect to me, doll.”
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prompt 12 with z 🥹🥹🥹🥹
wisdom teeth - trevor zegras
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hey there anon! thanks for your request!
prompt: getting your/their wisdom teeth taken out
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when you had gotten your wisdom teeth taken out, it was atrocious to say the least. you kept screaming and feeling mixed emotions with everything. that’s why you currently were feeling bad for trevor because he would also have to deal with the pain, but you felt bad for yourself too. trevor on drugs, complaining about the pain, yelling, and being extra crazy would be an extremely hard thing to control.
just as your alarm started going off, you heard an annoyed groan come from beside you. trevor was not excited at all. you would tell him over and over that he would be fine, but he never listened.
“trev, you gotta wake up. we’re gonna miss the appointment if you don’t” you whispered to him. “that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
after you dragged him out of bed, you made him get dressed into something comfy for afterwards. all the talking you did to help him just made him more nervous.
you both had ate some cereal, and then we’re on your way. in the car, you looked to him and said “hey, it’s okay to be nervous. sometimes we have to do things we don’t like, but it will be over soon. i promise.” “okay, thank you. you’ll be there when i wake up, right?” “yes, of course”
you drove the both of you to the dentist. he hesitated to get out, but eventually did. you told the receptionist his information and she took you to one of the prepared rooms. as trevor sat down on the bed, you grabbed his hand to reassure him that you were there. you didn’t want him to feel alone.
the nice dentist came in and she hooked trevor up with an iv. before she put him out, you told him you loved him. she made him count down from ten, but he couldn’t reach 5 before he was out cold.
while you were scrolling through your phone in the waiting room, you heard the same receptionist from earlier yell “trevor zegras!” you took that as your cue to make your way back to that same room.
upon your entrance to his room, you see a very high trevor. you could barely hold in your laugh. he was continuously laughing and giggling. it was music to your ears.
“he hasn’t stopped talking about you” the dentist told you. “probably because i promised him ice cream” you joked.
“Y/N!!!” trevor had yelled at you. “you came back!”, “i missed you baby!”, “you’re so pretty” we’re all sentences that he had said about you. he was so amazed that you were there that you thought his jaw would snap if he hung it any lower.
“i know baby, i’m gonna take you home now. okay?” you had taken him out of the dentist with some pain medication and extra gauze. it sure was a struggle to get him in, but you eventually did. as you were driving home he kept touching the buttons in the car and you were desperately trying to find what he needed. “taylor, i want taylor swift on”
after you had put ‘love story’ by taylor swift on the radio trevor was ecstatic. he was belting out the lyrics so loud you thought everyone in the neighbourhood would hear him.
after you had gotten home and given him the ice cream, you laid on the couch with him by your side. what you didn’t expect, was for trevor to be clingy after. he jumped up next to you and laid his head on your chest, grabbing your waist. any time you spoke, he would snuggle closer as if he was going to lose you.
trevor was a big baby when it came to injuries or sickness. this wasn’t any different. this day though, he was also funny and extra happy. mostly the drugs did the work, but it’s better than nothing.
you both ended the day by falling asleep, watching disney movies of trevor’s choice, of course.
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intoanotherworld23 · 11 months
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Love On Camera IV
Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans
Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, there is mild smut in this chapter there’s dirty talk, and lots of dry humping and thoughts of sex
Summary: You had always wanted to become a famous actress one day, you just never thought it would be as an adult film actress, and your first movie happens to be with the devastatingly handsome Chris Evans
✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish it as your own or I will have you reported✨
Part 3 Part 5
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Scrambling around in the kitchen as you tried to prepare a nice meal for you and Chris. Extremely nervous to have him over, and to think this was somewhat of a date.
Making sure your makeup and hair looked good enough for him. Wanting nothing more to impress this man, and make him fall head over heels for you. Although that seemed like a dream you still couldn't help but hope for a romance to blossom.
Stirring the chicken around in the sauce before placing them on a big plate. Shuffling the rice as you sprinkled some spices on top of it. The aroma of the different scents hitting your nose making your mouth water.
Just then a knock came from the front door making you jump. Straightening your outfit out which was extremely casual and comfy since the two of you weren't actually going anywhere.
Opening the door to see Chris's smiling face as he wore a white knit sweater, and dark blue jeans. His hair perfectly slicked back making you want to run your fingers through it. It was crazy how hot this man could be easily make you.
"Welcome." You greeted as you opened the door wider indicating for him to walk inside. "Perfect timing the food is ready."
"Smells amazing." He complimented as he sniffed around the kitchen. "Turn on for me when a woman can cook."
"Thanks to all those cooking shows I watched." Scooping up the rice and putting it on each of your plates.
Once you had the plates smothered with food you placed them on either side of the table. Chris took his spot licking his lips as he looked at all the food in front of him.
"Would you like something to drink?" Asking he you opened up the cabinet to your liquor bottles.
"I'll take some red wine if you have it." Grabbing a bottle you filled a glass for him and yourself. "Thanks."
As the two of you sat in peace eating your meal you started to feel a sense of calm. Nothing felt awkward or uncomfortable. Things felt right between the two of you like this is how it was meant to be.
Making small talk in between mouthfuls of food. Cracking up a couple of jokes making you laugh trying not to spray wine across the table. It was obvious he felt comfortable being around you.
A part of you was hoping after tonight this would become a daily thing. That he would want to start seeing you outside of work more. Or that the two of you would quit the adult film industry, and pursue another way to make money.
"The food was absolutely delicious." He spoke after he placed his knife and fork on the plate. "I'll have to come over more often."
"I would absolutely love that." Sounding a little more excited than you intended. "I mean sounds wonderful."
"Are you okay?" He asked out of blue knowing he was referring to earlier. "I mean after your session with Johnny."
"Yeah I'm okay." Nodding your head as you looked down at your hands in your lap. "I'm not used to stuff like that, but I'm really okay."
"Good because you and I are going to really start drinking." He clapped his hands together as he walked over to your liquor cabinet.
Grabbing a bottle of tequila as he walked over to you with a mischievous grin. Sheepishly smiling back at him as your mind was starting to race. Surely this night was going to end in something happening between you two.
"Cheers." Clinking your shot glasses together before he downed the liquid. He made it look so easy.
Quickly downing yours feeling the burn running down your throat. Scrunching you're face up making him chuckle at you. You were never one to handle your liquor that well.
He was quick to pouring another one and this time you took it at the same time he did. His eyes were glued to yours the whole time making you feel a little flustered. Your cheeks felt enflamed right now from his intense stares.
"Let's play a game." He spoke after you both downed your fourth shot you glanced over to him. Shrugging his shoulders at the suggestion. "Could be a way for us to get to know each other."
"Why the fuck not." You don't if that was more of a question or statement. "What game did you have in mind?"
"How about twenty questions?" He suggested and you thought to yourself that was a simple and harmless game.
"Yeah sure." He beamed when you approved of the game. "How do you play again?"
"I'll ask you a question and then you ask me a question." That seemed simple enough. "But if you refuse to answer a question you have to take a shot."
You knew this wasn't going to be a simple game. It seemed like he had a hidden agenda behind everything. Maybe he really did just want to get to know you or see what kind of person you were. Knowing him so far things were going to become dirty.
Hearing the rules you downed your fifth shot of the night. The buzz was already taking in affect, and he could tell. He just laughed at how much of a risk taker you were trying to be right now. All you wanted was fun tonight, and he was going to give that to you.
"I'll go first." He stated and you just nodded sitting back nervous as hell. "What's your favorite color?"
"Uh it's Y/F/C." His question threw you off you expected him to go with something dirty. "What's your favorite animal?"
"Wolf." That answer didn't surprise you what so ever." What's your favorite movie?"
"Y/F/M." These questions were easier than you expected them to be." What's your favorite movie?"
"Lady and the tramp." You looked at him like he had grown two heads and started to laugh. You never expected that to be his answer.
"Really?" It really did come as a surprise that such a heart felt movie could possibly be his favorite.
"Shut up I like Disney movies." This time he started to laugh with you. He playfully pushed your shoulder making you laugh even harder.
"Wow how manly of you." Puffing out your chest and striking arm poses like a body builder. He just shook his head at you to which you stopped laughing. "I promise I won't say anything scouts honor."
"Alright you little shit let's keep playing." He downed a quick shot. "What's your favorite hobby?"
"I like to read." Feeling embarrassed by your answer but he seemed to like it since he smiled. "If you could live anywhere where would it be?"
"I would have to say Paris. The most beautiful city in the world." That sounded absolutely romantic and you weren't expecting that. "Do you masturbate?"
If your cheeks weren't on fire before they were now. He just sat there with a smug grin on his face. He had you right where he wanted you. This is was the game he actually wanted to play with you. Otherwise how could these questions go from innocent to dirty.
You really shouldn't be shy when he asked this question. The two of you fucked people for a living in front of multiple people. If anything you would have no hesitation to answer these type of questions.
He was staring at you so intensely right now you just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. You were kind of drunk right now, and somewhat turned on by his question.
"Yeah I do." You answered honestly thanks to the five shots that were now hitting you. "Do you use handcuffs?"
"Yes I do." He winked at you making you take another shot. The room was getting hotter all of a sudden. "Do you like to be spanked?"
"No." He looked shocked at your response making you look down at your now clammy hands. "I mean yeah I do."
"I could always spank you." He remarked making your eyes go wide making him laugh. "Don't worry I won't do that to you."
Not understanding why suddenly you were cowering in a shell around him. It was something about him that had you feeling shy and innocent. You wanted to impress and attract him so he would want you back.
"I mean unless you really want me to?" He started to lift his hips up like he was about to approach you making you gulp.
"No I'm good." You answered rather quickly making him smirk at how he got to you.
It seemed like the room was getting smaller and smaller. The longer you looked at him the more you started to realize just how beautiful this man really was. He had such soft looking skin with a little bit of scruff across his chin.
His eyes were like a light blue with a hint of green. It reminded you very much of the ocean. Eye lashes so thick he could blow you away with them. Small freckles sprinkled across his face giving him more of an innocent and sweet appearance.
Chris coughed breaking you from your trance of staring at him like a weirdo. Looking away from him wanting to avoid the judgement he probably had across his face of you basically checking him out.
"Okay my turn what's your favorite position?" You wanted to cover your face but frayed from doing that.
"When a girl is riding me cow girl." That had your heart beating faster, and you clenching your thighs together. All you could picture was doing that with him.
"Are you picturing doing that with me right now?" A huge smirk across his face as he was looking into your eyes.
"Yes." Slapping a hand over your mouth with how quickly you answered that. You just wanted to get the attention off of you as soon as possible. "Do you watch porn?"
Instead of answering the question Chris reached across grabbing you pulling you onto his lap making you squeal. Your hands landed on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced. Legs on either side of his, and your chest practically in his face.
Both of you staring into each other's eyes, and there was clear sexual tension between you two. His hands on your hips that started to make your body move against his. Taking the hint that he wanted you to start grinding against him.
"Don't get shy on me now Y/N." He shook his head at you teasingly with a smile. "Show me what a vixen you really are."
Slowly moving your hips against him feeling him harden beneath you. His eyes were glazed over and all you could see was hunger and lust. Your panties were starting to become wet with desire. The fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit making you moan.
"Yes baby moan for me." He groaned in your ear as his hands squeezed the skin on your hips. He was probably trying to control himself, and not completely take over scaring you.
Although you would have no problem with him taking over you completely. Your insides clenching at the thought of riding his cock right now. Feeling him slam his hips up into you hitting your pelvis.
This felt like such an intimate moment right now. Something that a couple would be doing to keep that spice in their relationship. It felt like you two were the only people in this world, and nothing was coming between you two.
"The things I wanna do to you." He growled he watched your hips moving against his lap. "To have you all night."
"Begging for my cock until your in tears." The thought of crying just for his cock had you whimpering.
Feeling the liquor completely take over your body you started to really grind against him. Pressing down harder on his crotch so it was his turn to moan this time. Leaning his head against your shoulder the faster you started to hump him.
"Oh god." You moaned when the pressure of your clothes and his jeans pressing against your clit made your lower stomach tingle.
"I want you to cum at the thought of my cock going inside your pussy." His words had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Just feel me baby."
His words encouraging you a lot more than you were expecting them to. Between his hands, his dirty words being whispered into your ear, and his extremely hard cock pressed against your crotch you were probably going to cum sooner than you thought.
Your hips moving in a way almost as if you were really fucking him. Both of your moans filling the room making it echo. Thank god you didn't have any roommates or else this would have been incredibly awkward.
"Bet your pussy is soaked for me." Feeling a shudder rack his body at the thought of feeling you in this moment. "Tight little pussy sucking me in."
His lips attaching themselves to your neck sucking on the flesh lightly. The blood rising to the surface of your skin. He was probably leaving his mark.
"Just like that sweetheart." Feeling his hands gripping your hips tightly surely leaving a bruise. "God I wanna fuck you so bad."
"I know you're getting closer sweetheart." He mumbled against your neck. Sweat forming on his forehead, and on the back of your neck.
"I want to feel your cock." You have no idea where this horny girl came from, but you surely were enjoying her.
You were never the type of woman to become this horny. It was different being horny for work, but to be this way in real life was a whole new person. Intimacy was not something you were used to. It was rough sex you were used to.
"I know baby next time right now you need to focus on you." Hearing that encouraged you to move faster.
You probably looked like a mad woman the way you were moving on top of him. Grinding your body against his like an animal in heat. Rushing to reach your release and using his body to get to it. Neither of you cared though since you were both feeling good at this moment.
It felt like you were living in a fantasy right now. Grinding heavily on top of a man that was way too attractive for you. Maybe it was the liquor and it was just making you two horny. Or maybe it was true feelings that were coming to light.
Either way all you could do was bask in the moment right now. Having been a long time since anyone has touched you like this. It felt nice to be touched like this, and it felt nice to be wanted and feel attractive.
At one point you were just straight up teasing him. You would slow your movements then by lifting your hips up and slamming down on his crotch making him growl. He gave you a couple spanks on your ass cheeks making you squeal.
"Watch it darling." Making you look into his eyes giving you a warning. "I will bend you over my lap and slap that ass till you feel it into next week."
By the look on his face you knew he wasn't joking, and you could tell he wanted you to try and do it again and test him. The thought of bending you over his lap got him all excited again.
He did seem like the type of guy who loved to punish his girl by spanking her, and than rubbing her cheeks soothingly with ointment. Everything about him scream physical touch and affection. Like he wanted rough sex, but then he would spoil you after.
Breathing heavily on the top of his head as you felt that familiar burn in the pit of your stomach. Your head falling back the closer to your orgasm you were getting. Chris was close to when you felt his cock twitch under neath his pants.
"Cum for me sweetheart." That was all it took for you pushing hard down on him your sensitive clit becoming over loaded. Your release hitting you hard and fast.
Both of you moaning and groaning at the fact you just came in your shorts from dry humping him. Leaving your head down so your face was pressed against his shoulder. His hands rubbing your back up and down soothingly, and you were still coming down from your orgasm.
You just sat on his lap feeling yourself becoming tired from what just took place. Still breathing heavily the amount of alcohol you consumed in a short amount of time was not helping either.
In this moment alcohol or not you really could stay in Chris's arms forever. It was just something about him that you couldn't wrap your mind around. You wanted to be around him all the time.
You just couldn't believe all that happened. Feeling your sensations heightened, and you just wanted more of him. Just praying and hoping that nobody ever found out ,and that it wouldn't come between your work and friendship.
"We should get you to bed." You just nodded your head already feeling your eyes closing.
Instead of lifting you off of him he somehow moved yours and his body so he was still holding you when he stood up. Carrying you to your bedroom bridal style. It was the most sweetest most romantic thing a man has ever done for you.
Placing you under the covers then pulling them up towards your neck making sure you were comfortable. He gave you a peck on the forehead making you shut your eyes with a smile.
"Stay." You whispered when he started to walk away.
Looking and sounding like a lost puppy dog. You probably looked pathetic to him, but you didn't want to be left alone right now. Plus all you wanted was for Chris to hold you in his arms all night.
"Alright lady but just for tonight." He referenced to the lady and tramp scene making you snicker.
Pulling his jeans down but leaving his boxers on so he could get comfortable. Then pulling the covers back so he could get into bed. Thinking that he was going to stay away, but surprising you when he pulled your body flush against his so you were spooning with him.
His strong arms wrapped around your body keeping you close and warm. Snuggling his face into your shoulder leaving light kisses against the skin. Your heart was practically swooning and how cute he was being with you right now.
"Good night beautiful." Was the last thing you heard before you felt the slumber or darkness consume your body.
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helenaaa2 · 17 days
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Your best friend is pregnant!!!
Im Helena your best friend, we’re always together and I share all my secrets with you, you’re like my big brother. I’m 1.49mts, bob haircut, dark-brown eyes, dark hair, weight 50kgs, B cup and wide hips .
41 weeks ago I told you I had an adventure with a man in a bar when I was on vacations with my family, a few weeks later I bought a pregnancy test and I called you to do it together. We both saw the positive result with fear, I asked you to please don’t tell anyone and then we’ll see what to do.
I didnt want to abort, so I started using very oversized clothes. It was in the week 26 when things started to get difficult because my bump was huge, I tried using even your shirts but anything worked, that huge belly button was visible through every single outfit. After a few hours planning something we decided that the best option we had was moving together as roommates with the excuse of “searching for new work opportunities”, have the baby and give it in adoption, then come back. My parents knew you for a long time so they didn’t have any problem with the idea.
We moved to a little house in the suburbs so anyone knew us and we didn’t have to hide it, I felt completely free using sport bras again and my favourite dresses. We were so peaceful until week 35, by this point I was huge, my milky boobs had doubled their original size, we couldn’t remember any other pregnant women we ever seen that was bigger than me. But there was not that much time left, I was so excited to give birth and finally get back to my life, but at the same time scared because now having a completely natural unassisted birth at home doesn’t seem to be a good idea.
We started thinking about everything we needed for the birth and that we didn’t visit any doctor, so on the week 37 we decided we had to see a doctor just to see if everything was ok and to set everything for the adoption. We drove 2 hours to the closest hospital to the gyno appointment, we told him the truth because he seemed to be very empathic and he actually was.
The appointment started with questions and answers
-“How old are you?”
H.-“26”
-“In 20 years as a gyno Ive just seen two tummies that big, do you know how many weeks you have?”
H.-“Yeah, it never stops growing. I have 37 weeks but I’ve read that maybe it’s just a lot of amniotic fluid.”
-Maybe, but that big it’s not just because of fluids. Do you know who’s the father?
H.-“No, I can’t remember and I don’t want to know”
-Ok, let’s have a look. Please take out all your clothes, use this coat and get comfy in those stirrups right there.
It was time for a ultrasound, we I was very nervous. I asked you to stay with me all the time so you did, I loved how you were supporting me all the time and I hold your hand and put it over my exposed big belly.
Doctor arrived a few minutes later and started preparing everything, we were about to know everything about my baby. He used some gel that was really cold and got my nipples so hard, I was so nervous and gripped your hand firmly. He started scanning my belly with the ultrasound, I couldn’t distinguish anything but when he moved the devise a little bit to the center he laughed so bad “WHATT?!!” I shouted to the doctor trying to see the image in the monitor “Lady, you actually have a lot of fluid but what really makes you huge is that you’re expecting twins”
I couldn’t react, I was totally shocked really thinking in anything, I was just analyzing the new and finally looked at you. You weren’t scared or shocked, YOU WERE SO HAPPY and your happiness went through your hand to me. I felt better after that, but the bad news were coming. After that, the appointment continued with the doctor checking my whole body, my tits, my belly, my cervix and I don’t know what else. When he finished I went for my clothes and dressed up, I come back and heard you talking about the birth, I sit down and the doctor explains everything now to me.
-“What I just saw is something really rare, most women like you…you know…petite with twins don’t usually reach even the week 35, but you’re now on the 37 and the babies doesn’t seem to be very excited to come out. To make it simple…your situation is like this, you’re going to have those babies for at least 3 weeks more inside of you, and right now I can calculate each baby weights around 8lbs”
When doctor said 8lbs I just let another “WHAT?!!!” Come out from me
-“Yes, what you heard sweetie, 8lbs and they’re getting heavier. I calculate a final weight of around 10lbs each if you give birth in the week 40. So, what I recommend you is to let those babies grow those 3 weeks more and then come here to have a c-section or induce the labour if your babies are in the correct position.”
H.-“I was thinking about an all natural birth at home doc…that’s what we want right?” I turn to you waiting for your answer.
Y.-“Yeah, for sure…We were very excited about having the babies at home without any medical procedure. I even took a few curses and now I’m a certified midwife” you said proudly.
-“I wouldn’t recommend that, a birth of babies that big is not something easy, but I admire your courage. What we can do is this, you actually have really wide hips that are perfect to give birth so I won’t be worried about baby getting stuck, but I’m actually worried about your vagina. Most of the times the real problem is that the vagina is not that wide or they just don’t let it stretch correctly. So what we’re gonna do is this: I’ll send you some clases I give online so you can know exactly what to do in all the possible cases that could happen during the birth. But this is just for the week 40 as time limit, if you reach the week 41 there’ll be no other option than practice a c-section, understand?”
My mind was receiving a lot of information at the same time, just the words “10lbs, birth, vagina, stretch, 40, c-section” were mixed rounding my head. Little bit worried and confused I looked at you, you didn’t seem to be worried about anything, you looked so excited and sure about what we were about to do. Again your confidence and happiness infected me and gave me the strength to turn to the doctor and say “That’s great, thank you for everything. We’ll contact you if something happens” Get slowly and hardly up the chair to shake the doctors hand.
We were in the car coming back home and we couldn’t stop talking about what we needed to do, what we needed to prepare, what we needed to buy and bet when the babies were coming. Was a very long road trip so we had enough time to talk and plan every single detail.
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It’s the first time I write a story, please tell me what do you think. It’s too large but I think it’s not boring
If you like it ask for the part 2 ❤️
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whumpshaped · 4 months
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you‘ve absolutely re-awakened my love for drugged whumpees! what about a whumpee drugging themselves as a bad coping mechanism? maybe even specifically with a feel-good drug (because i loved those drabbles)! but this time a friend is there to take care of them and make sure they are safe, maybe they got some concerning messages from whumpee and went to visit them.
also because i am afraid of you and your angst (/positiv) please let this be comfy i am always in need of comfort
tw drugs, addiction, past trauma, alcohol mention
i love you sooo much
ive never had such a good friwnd u know that?
ur fucking awesome and we shuld hang out more
As touched as Caretaker was reading the messages, they didn’t sound like Whumpee in their usual state. They rarely ever got sappy like this, and they never resorted to the abbreviations unless they were too drunk to see the keyboard. There was something going on, and Caretaker hoped it was just a couple shots of vodka — despite it being 10 am.
“Hey, Whumpee?” They knocked on the door again, louder this time. “Can we hang out, like, right now? I brought some food.”
That was a bit of a stretch, but the door opened soon after they’d mentioned it. “That’s awesome,” they slurred, their excited grin faltering when they saw no bags in Caretaker’s hands. “Where’s it…?”
“I lied,” they said easily, gently guiding Whumpee back inside. “But I brought myself, and I can make you some food in a bit. Before that, though… Drinking in the morning again, are we?”
Whumpee gave them a sheepish smile, the promised free meal entirely forgotten. “Y’know how it is,” they said, giggling a little. “Some days y’just gotta… feel alive…”
Caretaker frowned. This felt different from when Whumpee was drunk. “What did you have?”
“Ah, just… just a bit of this and that…”
They stepped closer and cupped Whumpee’s face, taking a good look at their eyes. That didn’t look very promising. “Whumpee, did you take something?”
“Noooooo…” Whumpee tried to swat their hands away, with little success due to how uncoordinated their movements were. “No, you’re– you’re misunderstanding, ’m just… just happy to see you. Your pupils dilate when you look at someone you looove...”
Caretaker sighed. “I would like you to honestly tell me what you’ve taken. Please. I won’t judge, I won’t be mad, all I want is to stay here and take care of you, okay?”
It was like Whumpee didn’t even hear them. They kept nuzzling against Caretaker’s hands, almost purring as they did so. “You’re so warm…”
“Sure am.” They poked their cheek. “Whumpee, listen to me.”
“Would you ever kiss me?” they asked abruptly, unfocused eyes now fixed on Caretaker’s lips. “‘cause I really wanna kiss right now… Just once…”
Well, that wasn’t a direct answer to their previous questions, but it might as well have been. There was one drug they knew of that made Whumpee act like this, one they’d said they had quit months ago.
The one Whumper had gotten them hooked on.
“You wanna kiss me, specifically?” Caretaker knew well that Whumpee didn’t see them as anything other than a friend, and they weren’t the type to be going around kissing people platonically.
“Mmm, yeah… You’re a good kisser, I’m sure… I can tell stuff like that…”
Yeah, they’d definitely taken Whumper’s drugs. Fantastic. Apparently there was still someone out there who was supplying Whumpee, but that was a problem for another day.
“Tell you what,” they started gently. “Instead of kissing, we’ll go to the kitchen and I’ll make you some of your favourite food.”
Whumpee lit up instantly. “Deal!”
Caretaker kissed them on the forehead and led them to one of the chairs, making sure they were comfortable before walking over to the cupboards. They were going to have to keep Whumpee talking, so they could track their movements inside the house; they were prone to wandering whenever they were high, and they couldn’t keep staring at them while cooking.
In all honesty, there was not much Caretaker could do now that Whumpee had already taken the thing. They couldn’t even do much about the addiction itself that seemed to be ruining any semblance of a chance of a full recovery. But there was one thing they could do, and that was supervising their friend whenever the need arose.
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nyxyxx · 4 months
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Godly Desires - Part 4
Finished up the Diluc part for now. This chapter is quite short - (I was super tired). Just a simple interlude chapter before we get to the huge Monsdtadt part I. II. III. IV. Warning: This series will contain yandere content and religious themes.
"Sweet Dreams"
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When you arrived in the room that Diluc had arranged for you, you noticed just how lavish it was. It definitely didn't look like just an ordinary person's room. It was odd, but you loved how luxurious it looked. Upon finally being able to relax, you noticed just how weary your body felt.
Perhaps it was because you've been doing so much all this time, that the idea of a nice, comfy, warm bed was just too difficult to resist. You forced yourself to not just lunge onto the bed, - for fear of damaging it - and climbed inside, and shortly after, your mind began to drift away.
Next thing you knew, you were standing out in a sea of stars, surrounded by a vast nothingness, yet it felt like everything was just in reach. You held your hand out, and imagined an apple, and sure enough, an apple materialized in your hand a moment later.
How is it possible to dream inside a dream? You've never heard of such a thing before. It was weird, this whole situation was weird.
You suddenly thought of your family, and of your friends. When you thought really hard, you found that you could not remember much about them. They were just figures, shadows in your mind. Saying words that you know you've heard before, but felt so... unfamiliar. You tried to remember something in more detail, like school - but there was nothing. You vaguely remember being in school, but you don't remember what classes you had, your classmates - nothing.
It was almost as if your mind was detaching itself from your real life, instead being replaced by memories from your dream. When you thought more about your best friend, you realized that they had changed. You recognized them more now. They were almost certainly a different person than the previous person you had thought about, but this one felt... like there was more of a connection.
You heard your friend talking to you, but couldn't make out the words. She seemed happy about something, staring off into the distance without a care in the world. She sat on top of a green hill, bare feet in the gentle blades of grass. She laughed, and although it was inaudible, you could feel that it was a very soft laugh. She was a very soft person.
Then, she turned to you, and embraced you gently. Her body trembled and shook, as her hands held onto your clothes like they were her lifeline. A few solitary tears fell down her face, but the smile on her face had never once faded. She spoke a few words to you, whispered softly in to your ear. In that moment, you felt an extreme anguish, but even though she knew you could not hear her in that moment, she smiled through her tears. In the next moment, she had disappeared, just as quickly as she had first appeared.
You woke up crying, wiping a few stray tears out of your eyes. Despite that, you felt good. You felt very good actually. You felt like you had the best sleep you have ever had, comfy, and safe, warm...and happy.
When you had finished getting ready, you left your room and sat down in the dining hall, where the maids told you Diluc would be waiting. Sure enough, he took the seat across from you, and smiled. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Oh yes, I slept great. Thank you again for letting me stay here," you smiled. He called for a maid to bring out the breakfast for the two of you, and shortly after the food had arrived.
The two of you ate together, quietly and peacefully, but very much enjoying each other's company. When you finished eating, as he had promised, you prepared to leave, though he did seem regretful that you were leaving. "You are welcome to visit whenever you wish, please have a good trip." The two of you said your goodbyes, and it was finally time to move on. Your next stop was Mondstadt city.
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breezy141 · 2 months
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༺♡༻ similar stories || simon ‘ghost’ riley ༺♡༻
༻✦༺ part two ~ basement ༻✦༺
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“y/n!” you heard your name being called out from somewhere within the house, without being fully awake you hummed in response. the cosy duvet was so warm and soft, wasn’t like anything you were used to, you didn’t want to leave. as you were snuggling deeper into the warm bed you heard the basement door open and heavy footsteps getting closer to you.
“christ i’ve been calling you for ages, get up” the man was wearing the dressing gown and slippers but now he had blue joggers on. his loud voice startled you, but nonetheless you slowly sat up.
“i’m sorry, this bed is so comfy. ive never felt something so soft” he furrowed his eyebrows but nodded in response. “well, come on then. your breakfast will be going cold soon” you nodded and climbed out of bed.
“you can use to bathroom upstairs, the one down here doesn’t work to well. it’s on your left as soon as you walk up the stairs” you smiled as he walked off heading back up.
yawning, you grabbed an oversized jumper and some baggy jeans as well as fluffy socks. you cursed to yourself as you realised that through your frantic packing you had completely forgotten to pack a hairbrush. you attempted to use your fingers to brush out any knots, praying it would work, you made your way to the bathroom.
the bathroom was way bigger then yours, but not too big. you did your business, washed your hands and then headed towards the lovely smell of bacon. “do you want a drink? orange juice? cup of tea or coffee?” god what a luxury
“i’ll have orange juice please” you took a seat at the small dinner table that was in the kitchen, you mindlessly looked around. he had a few succulent plants dotted around, as well as an impressive rack of herb and spices next to his microwave.
“here you are” he turned around and handed you a plate full of different foods, as well as your juice. “thank you so much, although i may not be able to eat all of this if that isn’t to much of a problem. i’m not used to a big-ish portion like this” he nodded and took his own seat next to you.
“just eat what you can” you nodded and began eating the food, a small smile crept onto your face. it was lovely, the feeling was short lived before before he began asking you questions.
“what’s your plan?” he asked before taking a sip of his coffee, you swallowed and met his eye “i don’t really have one to be honest, i just had to get out of my home” he nodded.
“what happened?” he dove back into his food, eating slow and proper, unlike you. he could tell you were hesitant to explain. “i offered you a place in my home for the night, you at least owe me an explanation” you nodded.
“my mother wasn’t the kindest of people, and i don’t mean that in a bratty teenagers way. if you get me” he nodded waiting for you to elaborate.
“my mum used to make me cook all the food from a young age, 7 id say, it was only so she could bring another man home that she could have a quick one with and send home the next morning. sometimes..she would make me be apart of it. if i said no she’d beat me black n’ blue. my brother was forced to watch as it was to ‘teach him a lesson’ as she’d say. he was only young when it started”
the man seemed to actually listen to every word you said. although, he never responded. instead he waited for you to finish eating before he started talking.
“here’s what i’m going to offer you y/n, i don’t believe in all those camps for kids shit, yeah? they don’t work and they only care about money” you listened as he spoke.
“i’ll offer you a permanent place” eyes widening, you sat up straight.
“however, there are a few rules. one, you find yourself a job and earn some money, you can buy whatever your heart desires as well as pay me board. i could support the both of us however i want you to understand how life works. rule two, you look after my house while i’m away, which i’ll give you the dates for and that means proper cleaning, no friends around, and no snooping. rule three, you respect me and anyone else who walks through that door as well as the rules. we clear?”
it was a lot to take in however you were good at sticking to rules. “yes sir”
“was starting to get worried! didn’t think you were gonna make it, it’s your own celebration!” a cheerful voice shouted out to you. ah, gaz aka kyle garrick.
“i know i know i’m sorry!” giggling to yourself at the extremely energetic fella. you took a seat next to Cap, he flashed a cheesy smile to you, in which you returned one. “so, how did you manage to become to owner of one of the biggest cafes in this little town?” johnny asked plonking himself next to another one of his colleagues.
ghost. aka. simon riley. he doesn’t talk to you much, well, doesn’t talk to anyone much. but he seems to enjoy it when he’s alone.
“honestly i have no idea, but i do know i would not have do that if it wasn’t for the man sitting next to me!” you cheerfully said, looking over to the bearded man.
“don’t be silly, you did this on your own. proud of you kid. certainly different from the rest of us, but we get a free coffee when we go down there” he smiled down at you, clearly looking impressed. you, yourself, wouldn’t have even guessed you’d be sat here celebrating you becoming the owner of one of, if not the biggest, cafe in your area. it was a huge milestone for you.
“proud of you lass, came a long way” tears pricked at your eyes dont cry don’t cry don’t cry you kept saying to yourself. you were extremely sensitive, you weren’t used to this type of praise but you certainly weren’t against it.
“awhh don’t be all sappy johnny” he put his hands up in defense. “well, we are all thinking it. even this big pile of stone” he said flinging his arm around ghost.
“yeah” is all he said in response, you felt sorry for him in all honesty. you could tell he didn’t want to be here, which you had no problem in. not everyone is a huge fan of social gatherings, you certainly not a fan.
after a few more hours of chinwag and pizza slices, everyone decided it was time to turn in. saying your good nights and hugging people, apart from the obvious person, you made your way to the basement when your official room was.
it was 100x more cosy then what it used to be, you had added plants, string lights, endless amounts of decoration and a new lick of paint on the walls which were losing their colour.
you took of your makeup and got into something more comfy.
*knock knock*
“come in” a surprising face, well mask, approached you. “is everything okay?” you asked, while studying him. he was in a balaclava type thing, only his chocolate brown eyes on show, he had short-ish light eyelashes and freckles dotted sparingly over his nose and cheek bones. he nodded. he even studied you.
you watched as his eyes traced over the scar on your cheek, it went from the top of your temple to the bottom of your jaw. it was faded by now, but you couldn’t miss it.
“wanted to say congrats. was quiet outside” gosh he was blunt, but you understood it wasn’t something he could control.
you smiled “thank you simon” he nodded “it’s nice down here, cosy” he stated looking around “ yea, took me awhile to figure out just how i wanted it” he nodded.
“well, goodnight y/n”
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