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Best Friends Brother ⊹ . + °

| Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

summary: You are Fred & George’s best friend, and meet their mysterious older brother, Charlie, at a product launch at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

cw: MDNI 18+ smut with basically zero plot. charlie has an absolutely filthy mouth. no war (or light war? idk, everyone is alive)

an: this was supposed to be a casual hook up when I initally planned it, but the dick was so good they fell in love ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes had a line around the building, hopeful witches and wizards desperate to get a glimpse of the Weasley twin’s newest product. You strolled past them in your mini dress and tights, more than a little chuffed by their jealous glares.

The doors were locked, blocked off with enchanted rope, but when Fred spotted you through the window, he ran to unlock the doors.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it. Georgie, looks who’s here!” Fred slung an arm over your shoulders and ushered you into the store. It was the cleanest you’d ever seen it, with streamers and lights strung everywhere, and a long table loaded with food and drink.

“Y/n!” George shouted, popping up from behind the register. Both of them were dressed in freshly pressed brown suits, looking exceptionally dapper. He came aroud the counter and pulled you into a hug. “Thanks for coming out.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you grinned up at them, pride filling your chest. You’d been close with the twins for years, a friendship that started in school and only grew in adulthood, since you worked a few doors down at Honeydukes.

“Come, you have to meet our family!” They ushered you upstairs, where a dozen or so people waited, several faces were familiar, some were not.

“You remember Harry, Ron, and Ginny,” George said, and you greeted them all with a wave.

“And our parents, Molly and Arthur,” Fred continued.

“Oh, y/n! How lovely to see you!” Molly cooed, pulling you into a rib-cracking hug. “My, what a beautiful young lady you’ve grown into.” She pinched you cheek, and heat scorched your face.

“And this is our older brother’s Percy, Charlie, and Bill. And Bill’s wife, Fleur.”

You turned to the trio of men hovering by the bookcases, and nearly tripped over your heels. Percy, you remembered from school, Fleur as well, and Bill was too busy gazing down at her blonde head to glance your way. But Charlie. He stared straight through you, his dark eyes swallowing you whole.

“Pleasure,” Charlie said, his voice honeyed and deep. He was shorter that Percy beside him, but muscular enough that the maroon blazer he wore seemed a little stretched at the shoulders. His white button down shirt beneath it was tailored perfectly to fit across his wide chest and taper at his defined waist. Freckles kissed his cheeks and forehead, his skin a shade tanner than his siblings, though he shared their ginger hair, mid-length and wavy.

“Hello,” you managed, giving him a small smile. But before you could engage further, George whisked you away.

“It’s tiiiime!” Fred shouted, waving his wand, and the doors burst open.

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As the event raged on, you found yourself drawn to Charlie’s orbit, watching as he mingled with guests and chatted with his family. He seemed to draw a lot of attention, what with his rugged good looks and the fact that he was a dragon trainer. It seemed everyone wanted a sliver of Charlie Weasley’s attention.

So you admired him from a far, and tried to help Fred and George as best you could.

You chatted with customers, explaining the new product the best you could, but you kept feeling the tug of someone’s attention at the nape of your neck, distracting you. When the customer finally moved on, you glanced towards the direction of the feeling, and caught Charlie watching you over the rim of his fire whiskey, ignoring the gentleman attempting to talk to him entirely.

The air froze in your lungs, you heart tripping over itself. His gaze was scorching, and if looks could burn…you were certain your clothes would be rendered to ash.

Desire pooled in your lower belly, heating your blood to an uncomfortable degree. Your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears, you missed George approach.

“Hey, y/n, enjoying yourself?” He asked, offering you a glass of champagne with a candy snitch floating in it.

You accepted with a smile. “I am, thank you. You guys have done an incredible job.”

George beamed, clinking your glasses together before loping off to sell to another customer.

“So, how long have you known my brothers?” A low voice murmured in your ear, and you whirled around, nearly spilling champagne all over Charlie’s front. He caught your elbow with a steady hand, his grip firm but gentle. “Easy, love,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting.

“Oh, uh, f-five years? I think,” you stuttered, looking anywhere but his smoldering eyes.

“Then how have we never met? I’d certainly remember you.”

You shrugged a shoulder, taking what you hoped was a casual sip of wine. “Seems you haven’t been paying much attention,” you teased, finally meeting his eyes.

His smirk grew into a soft smile. “What a grave error on my part.”

“Are you in town for the event, or…?” You could feel heat climbing up your neck, but you willed yourself to keep a level head. You knew how to flirt, had done so with plenty of blokes in your time, but none as handsome and disarming as Charlie.

“I thought so, but evidently the Gods had other ideas.”

You knees nearly buckled. “Like?” You coyly tilted your head, allowing your eyes to trail across his broad shoulders, down his chest. Was this guy seriously flirting with you? You knew you weren’t unattractive, but Charlie was…phew.

“Like…” He flushed a little, betraying his suave demeanor, and your heart slipped a little further into his hands. “Meeting the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Ever?” You teased, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.

“In this life and probably the next.” He took a sip of his whiskey, letting his eyes wander over you the same way yours did him. And based on the way they darkened, his pupils widening just a fraction, he liked what he saw as much as you did.

“Does that line always work for you?”

“Well, considering I’ve never tried it, why don’t you tell me?”

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Charlie slammed the door shut behind you before crowding you against it, his lips colliding with yours. He tasted like whiskey and pumpkin, with a tinge of cigarette smoke that went straight to your head, and you eagerly tangled your tongue with his, pushing his blazer off his shoulders.

“Colloportus,” he murmured against your mouth, and you heard the lock schick into place. He shrugged his blazer off, tossing it somewhere in the dark storage closet, and his hands were on you again, one sliding into your hair, the other on your lower back, drawing you closer.

“Charlie?” You gasped as his lips traveled down your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his short beard a rough contrast to the suppleness of his kiss.

“Yeah, honey?” he panted, lifting his head to meet your eyes.

“I don’t usually…” you trailed off, nerves suddenly closing your throat.

His hand slid from your hair to cup your cheek, his callouses rough against your heated skin. “Me neither,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. “We can do whatever you want, love. I’ll take you to the nicest restaurant in London, or on Dragon-back to the Swiss Alps, or on a cruise ship to the Americas—”

You cut him off with a kiss, throwing your arms around his neck. “And if I want you to fuck me?” you said between pecks, tugging at the roots of his hair.

He smiled and scooped you up by the meat of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist so your skirt pushed up over your hips. “Then I’ll fuck you as often as ya’ like.” He turned and dropped you onto some kind of work bench, sending the papers and junk flying with a sweep of his arm.

“The twin’s are going to be pissed,” you giggled, leaning back onto the wood so he could continue his previous assault on your neck.

“Fuck ‘em,” he muttered, nipping at your collarbones. His hands gripped your thighs with dizzying strength, the same hands that handled massive, fire-breathing beasts, and spread you open for his hungry gaze. “Seven fucking hells,” he breathed, running his hands down your inner thighs. “You’re perfect.”

In a swift motion, he ripped your tights at the seam, the sound sending a pulse of arousal to your already dripping pussy, a sharp gasp forcing it’s way from your throat. His fingers glided over your wet panties, so delicate compared to the force he’d used heartbeat before.

Your hips lifted slightly, chasing his gentle touch. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this desperate for someone to touch you, your entire body tuned to his every breath, every twitch of his muscles. He looked so fucking good leaning over you, his previously tidy shirt rumpled, his hair in copper waves around his face, his lips a little red from your fevered kisses.

With his ring finger, her drew your panties to the side, his middle fingers gliding through your slit and circling your clit twice. “Already so wet for me, honey. What did I do to deserve such a warm welcome?” he purred, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead.

Your brain couldn’t formulate a response, his touch mind-numbing. Pleasure radiated form his fingers, syrupy and languid, with none of the frenetic energy from before. A moan slipped past your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as he coaxed your pussy to bloom for him.

“And such pretty sounds.” He rolled up his shirt sleeve with his free hand, exposing the muscles and veins along his thick forearm. Slowly, he slipped his middle finger inside of you, large enough to stretch you slightly.

“Fuck, Charlie,” you whined, raising yourself onto your elbows so you could watch him play with you.

“I suppose I shouldn’t stretch this out too long, someone might come looking for us,” he mused. “But I could spend a fucking eternity spoiling this greedy little pussy.” He slipped another finger into you channel, pumping them a few times just to feel your cunt suck him back in. “Would you like that, love?” He tilted your chin up with his free hand, an unspoken request for an answer.

“Y-yes, Charlie. Please,” you panted, stretching up to steal a quick peck. He deepened the kiss, shifting his weight to press you back down onto the desk as his tongue flirted with yours. His hand picked up the pace, fucking you steadily as he devoured your mouth, teeth skating along your swollen flesh before sucking lightly on your tongue.

You don’t know what God blessed him with such a skilled tongue, but you needed to make an offering in thanks stat.

But since you couldn’t do that…

“Charlie?” You asked, reaching around to touch his wrist between your legs.

He immediately stopped, withdrawing his hand completely. “What’s wrong?” He searched your face for signs of discomfort, his brows drawn together.

You pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek before sliding off the desk. He watched you, confused and concerned, then you lowered yourself to your knees and his jaw went slack.

“Honey, you don’t have to—”

“Please, Charlie?” You batted your lashes up at him, tugging lightly on his belt.

“Merlin’s fucking—I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that, sweetheart.”

“Then don’t,” you teased, undoing his belt and zipper. You could see the outline of his cock against his black boxers, thick and throbbing as you glided your fingers over it.

He sucked in a breath, gripping the edge of the table with one of his hands. Encouraged, you dragged the flat of your tongue over the fabric, feeling the heat of him, the wetness collecting by the swollen head.

“I must have died in the dragon pit and gone to heaven. My god, woman,” he rasped, running his fingers through his hair to keep it from blocking the sight.

You giggled, licking a few more stripes before reaching up to free him. His cock sprung out, veiny and flushed pink. And, to your absolute shock and delight, even his cock was freckled.

“You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” you praised, and his cheeks flushed pink. You laved your tongue along the thickest vein, earning a throaty groan. You sucked the head into your mouth, lapping up the precum pearling from his slit.

Charlie’s head fell back, one of his hands sliding into your hair. He didn’t add any pressure, just held you as you started to suck him, moving a little further down each time. You wrapped your hand around the base, there was no way you’d fit the entire thing in your mouth, and started pumping him, matching the motions with your mouth. His skin was like velvet, soft and smooth, and you loved feeling him pulse against your tongue with every dip of your head.

“You are too damn good at that. So fucking pretty swallowing my cock.” His thumb stroked your cheek while he gazed down at you, stars in his eyes. “You like sucking me off, honey?”

You nodded as best you could, flicking your tongue at the groove just beneath the head. His hips lurched forward, a grunt escaping through his teeth.

“Fuck, sorry, love. I’m trying to stay still for ya’, but feels so fucking good.”

You reached up and guided his hand into your hair, then used it to push your head down, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

He smirked, his hand fisting in your hair. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.” He started moving your head along his shaft, rocking his hips in time with the movements. He went easy at first, but as drool began to track down your chin, your eyes rolling back in bliss, he picked up the pace. But he only fucked your mouth for a few, punishing strokes before lifting you off of him. He slammed his mouth to yours, a harsh, hungry kiss that had you seeing stars.

You whined in protest, but he shushed you by lifting you into the air and setting you on the table once more.

“If you thought I wasn’t going to fuck you, you’re mad,” he gruffed, dragging the hot head of his cock through your pussy lips. “That is, if you still want me to?”

“Yes, fuck, now, Charlie. Please.” You spread your legs a little wider for him,

“Anything for you, love.” He leaned down and kissed you again, sliding his cock into your depths at the same time. The feeling of being filled by him bordered on divine, silken and hot. He was stretching you just enough to leave you with that delicious ache between your legs. You moaned into each other’s mouths, the sounds caught up by his tongue parting your lips and caressing yours.

He drew his hips back, agonizingly slow, letting you feel every inch of one another, before he slammed back in, knocking the air from your lungs. It seemed he was at the end of his control, his grip on your hips bruising as he fucked you hard, jostling the desk beneath you and making the shelves along the walls rock.

“Fuck, Charlie. Feels so good,” you cried, trying and failing to keep yourself quiet as he railed you, every thrust like a lightning strike of pleasure through your body.

“Yeah? You take my cock so well, baby. Wet little pussy squeezing the life outta’ me,” he groaned, his hair tickling your face. “So good f’me, honey. Like you were made for me.”

Your muscles tightened, veering closer and closer to your peak, his praise sending little pulses of bliss your clit.

“You like being praised, baby? Hearing how perfect you are for me? Fuck, I can feel how much you like that, squeezing me so hard.” His hand slipped between you, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing tight circles over you puffy clit. “Come for me, y/n. I know you can. I want to feel you fall apart around me. That’s a good girl—”

Your cry drowned out his praise as your peak crashed over you, visceral and exquisite. The world vanished, blown apart by the burst of starlight in your chest as you came for him. Pulses of pleasure made your body shake and buck, your eyes squeezing shut as he fucked you through it.

“That’s it, honey. Such a good fucking girl. Merlin, you’re gonna make me come.” He rested on his forearms, braced on either side of your head, hitting an entirely new angle as you came back into your body.

“Charlie,” you whimpered, clinging to him. ”I’ve got ya’, love. Don’t worry. Just a little longer—fuck.” A strangled groan broke from his throat and you felt his cock swell, then kick against your walls, the first hot stream of release painting your insides.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he muscles trembled, his hips pressed flush to yours. You wrapped you arms around his shoulders, still weak from that soul-shaking orgasm. His lips passed over your shoulder, your clavicle, up your neck, before finally ghosting of your lips, soft and breathless.

You remained like that for longer than you probably should have, enraptured with one another. You'd been complete strangers a few hours ago, but this wasn't a hook up akin to a one night stand. This was the reunification of two beings, the re-raveling of a soul tie.

“Y/n,” he murmured, kissing your forehead, your temple. “Y/n, y/n, y/n…” He held you like he'd die if he let go.

“Charlie,” you exhaled, nuzzling behind his ear.

“Can I take you to Romania with me?” He whispered, a joke, you presumed, but there was no humor in his voice.

“I've never seen a dragon before—”

The door knob jiggled, and someone pressed against it, the wood groaning.

“Shit.” Charlie jumped backwards, scrambling to right your dress and smooth your hair.

“Hey, Freddie! This doors locked for some reason.”

“Charlie, your dick,” you snickered while he wiped away a smudge of your lipstick.

“Fuck, right.”

“Alohamor—”

“COLLOPORTUS,” Charlie barked out, snatching his wand from his boot.

“Charlie?” George called, knocking on the door.

Charlie tucked you behind him and undid the spell, peeking the door open. “If you say another word, you're dragon food,” he growled, and you had to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing.

“You got a girl in there, mate?” George asked, and you could hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“George,” Charlie warned.

“Fine, fine. You've got ten minutes before I actually need to get in there.” George knocked once more then strode away, his footsteps disappearing down the hall.

Charlie sagged against the door, exhaling. “I'm sorry, love,” he said, turning to you.

You pecked his cheek. “Don't be sorry, that was the best lay of my life.” You tried to reassure him, despite the curdling sadness in your chest.

A shy smile broke through his serious expression. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “I can only imagine how good it would be when we had all the time in the world,” you murmured against his ear, a shiver rolling down his spine. It was better to leave it like this, flirty, casual, than with whatever…that was.

“I mean, we’ve got ten minutes…”

You patted his chest and slipped out of the door, finding George waiting at the end of the hall, arms crossed.

His jaw dropped. “Y/n!”

Charlie ran out behind you. “I swear to God, George—”

“Are all Weasley's this dramatic?” You closed George's mouth with a finger under his chin.

“Where did—when did—how?” George stuttered, looking back and forth between the two of you.

Charlie smirked, shrugging back on his blazer. “I'll explain when you're older,” Charlie teased. “Would you like a drink, y/n?”

“I'd love one.“ You threaded your arm through his, and together returned to the party.

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b1ravenclaw · 15 days ago

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Basketball Captain!Toji

Philadelphia 76ers: shoot and a miss

Smau: pre-relationship texts with modern au!toji, all individual snapshots spanning just over a week Warning: 18+ mdni, cursing, angsty Previous parts + Pt 7

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b1ravenclaw · 29 days ago

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# CHEWBACCA ?!

๑ sum. ceo of the HPE ( hairy pussy eaters ) club: TOJI FUSHIGURO

content ∿ warnings◞ fem. reader, established relationship, explicit content, foul language, feminine pet names, cunnilingus, reader’s got a bush ( duh ), dirty talk, one pussy spank, mating press, whore used once

wc. 1k

lola’s ☆ note. …..this was supposed to be a drabble 🌚

“no.”

your denial falls on deaf ears, toji’s stout fingers latching onto your hips, dragging you closer to the edge of the couch. “babe!” your pitch heightens as you snap your hardcover book shut, swatting his hand with it. toji flinches, letting go of your hips like they were on fire. “the hell?” he shakes his hand dramatically as if trying to propel the pangs right from his bones.

“hmph, serves you right,” you huff, snootiness lacing your tone, tilting your chin high, determined to maintain some semblance of composure. toji exhales a long-suffering huff, resting his cheek against your outstretched inner thigh, indigo irises squinting up at you. “what’s goin’ on, doll?” he murmurs, his voice low, brimming with curiosity. he knows something’s up. you’re never one to turn down the holy trinity— slurps, suckles, and laps —from the man before you. unless, of course, aunt flo makes her rude appearance. but judging by the lack of deserted dove dark chocolate wrappers and your atypical pout, he’s certain your rejection is rooted entirely in something else.

“nothing’s ‘goin’ on’,” you mimic, deflecting with a biting tone. toji’s scarred lips curl into a smirk, his amusement thinly veiled. “yeah? then why am i still talking to you and not your pussy?” seduction drips from his tongue, his hands mapping out the curve of your waist, settling on the plush swell of your hips. You ignore the shiver whizzing up your spine, swallowing back his effect on you. instead, you spit, “keep trying me, and you won’t talk to my pussy again.” a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, deep and unshaken, as if your feeble attempt at a threat only further serves as entertainment for him.

“oh girl, you wouldn’t last a day without my tongue fucking this perfect pussy,” toji emphasized his assertion with a harsh flick to your clothed bundle of nerves, relishing in your startled gasp. cute. as your eyes begin to settle into a sharp glare, it diminishes as toji inflicts another flick to your steadily erecting pearl. “ah!” you cry, savoring the delicious pain his rough touch imposed on your covered sensitivity. toji’s smirk turns cheshire, gazing upon the desire coating your pupils, turning them glossy.

“now hush, and lemme eat,” toji, with the quickness of flash, rips your lacy thong at the seam, flinging the shredded fabric to the side, exposing your hairy cunt to his starving orbs. wait… hair? his raven brow raises, finger pads tenderly spreading your legs, which have snapped shut like a clam. toji’s blown stare zeros in on your bush, the hairs soaked in your tacky essence, curling slightly.

an inferno spreads across your cheeks as the silence stretches on. and right there, barren to the cool air circulating in the shared living room, is why you turned down toji’s unrelenting advances. any titillating verbiage withers on his tongue, the muscle feeling overgrown, overcoming with the feral need to taste you.

“i… i didn’t get a wax this month,” you confess, embarrassment latching onto your tongue, licking each syllable you utter. “so, i get if you—” a thunderous smack! echoes through the room, your body jolting at the sudden, painful sensation descended upon your throbbing nub. as toji pulls his hand back from your pussy, sticky arousal strings create a lewd connection, locking you together.

“don’t talk, woman,” the heel of toji’s palm grounded deeply into your clit, circular motions urging your pedicured toes to curl in the air. “the only girl that should be talkin’ to me, is this whore of a pussy you got here,” toji lowers his handsome face, eye level to the ‘girl’ in question, “spread her f’me,” his sizable hands cup the bends of your knees, pressing the caps into the perky flesh of your tits, ably folding you like clean sheets.

slicing your digit through the crevice of your pussy, parting your unruly pubes, toji’s warm, moistened tongue darts from between his lips, lapping at the slick woven into your short and curlies. as your honeyed nectar tangos with his taste buds, toji curses under his breath, “fuck,” causing erotic butterflies to flutter in your tummy. “toj, ‘s nasty,” you whine, your hips bucking, clinging onto the subtle tickling of your strands brushing your labia. oh, how you’re an inherent contradiction.

“jus’ how i like your pussy,” toji winks, his tongue slithering from your now clean pubes to your stiff button, circling the bud before engulfing the rigid pearl into his hot cavern. toji’s lips encapsulate your clit, sucking fiercely, as his head moves back and forth, back and forth, back and— “fuck! ngh, hah,” you mewled, your manicured phalanges threading into his dark tresses, shifting his hair away from his forehead.

the sheer intensity of his movements floods you, sending your back arching against the couch cushions. a relentless focus burns brightly in his dilated pupils, leaving not a shred of uncertainty— he is by no means finished with you. toji’s thumbs usurp yours, pulling back the skin of your clit, snapping his tongue against the bundle of nerves in quick succession.

“such a g-good fucking t-tongue, shiiit,” you stutter, your voice trembling with insatiable hunger. toji beams at your praise, driving him to devour you with unabashed urgency. from hasty figure eights being precisely drawn, to eager, desire-filled kisses, no part of your sopping heat is left bare by his unabated lust.

it’s too much— he’s too much. your palm presses upon his damp forehead, a faint, desperate effort to push him away as the blissful coil of your climax tightens in your loins. “haah~ wait… tojiii! don’t—” too late. your needy cries fall into an abyss, toji being too far gone to recognize the way your body convulses, your climax hitting you like a freight train. between your melodic chorus of pornographic music and the soft caress of your pubes on his shaven face, there was no way he was going to stop.

as your pussy flutters, akin to wings on a butterfly, toji swiftly inserts two digits into your rapidly pulsating cunt, reveling in the effect he has on your body. separating his lips from your pearl with a wet pop! toji’s perma-smirk is already etched onto his expression. “keep this pussy hairy for me, doll. it tastes better this way.”

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b1ravenclaw · 1 month ago

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Reading back through one of my old drafts and giggling as if I wasn’t the one who wrote this

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b1ravenclaw · 1 month ago

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Weak At The Knees

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

Summary: At Starfall, Y/N is searching for Azriel and when she eventually finds him, she is surprised to find him drunker then she had ever seen him before.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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As Y/N turned, her dress spun around her elegantly. The light blue was a contrast to everyone else’s darker gowns making her stand out within the mass of people. Y/N hadn’t picked the dress she wore, that had been down to her mate. Her mate who she hadn’t seen in a while.

She scanned the room and didn’t see his face in the crowd, nor did she see the shadows that were usually resting calmly upon his shoulders. There was no trace of him.

“Feyre,” Y/N said, catching the attention of the High Lady.

Feyre stepped away from Rhys and turned to Y/N with a tired smile. “Y/N, I haven’t seen you all night!”

“I know but I’ve been in search of my mate all night,” Y/N replied. “Have either of you seen him?”

The High Lady shook her head. “The last time I saw him, he was with you.”

Y/N sighed. “That was about an hour ago.”

Y/N looked around the room and out of the corner of her eye spotted a shadow darting towards her. Y/N quickly bid Rhys and Feyre a goodbye and walked to the shadow. It darted out and wrapped around her body, Y/N shivered. Despite his shadows not being a physical being, they were always chilly to the touch and she could swear that she felt Azriel’s hands in their caress.

“Now where is your master?” Y/N muttered and followed as the shadow led her to a door.

Y/N opened it and smiled at the sight. Azriel was slumped on the floor, his wings stretched out at his sides, seemingly laying on the floor. An empty bottle resided beside him as he looked out of the floor to ceiling window.

“There you are,” Y/N said, walking over to her mate.

Azriel’s head snapped to her and a lopsided grin spread across his face. “Y/N, come and sit with me.”

The moment Y/N sat down beside him, Azriel frowned. “I need you closer.”

Y/N shuffled closer and Azriel continued to frown. “Not close enough.”

Azriel let his legs fall open and gestured for Y/N to sit between them. Y/N chuckled and did as he wanted.

“Where have you been for the past hour?” Y/N asked as she leant back in his arms.

Azriel pressed her back to his chest firmly, pressing a soft kiss on the back of her neck. “I’ve been here, waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me?” Y/N questioned, fully relaxing into Azriel’s arms. “Az, I had no clue where you were.”

“Oh, I thought I told you to meet me here?” Azriel asked, caressing her arms, causing goosebumps to trail in his wake.

“No, my love,” Y/N said. “You never did.”

Azriel huffed. “That explains a lot. I thought you forgot about me.”

“Sweetheart, I could never forget about you,” Y/N said, turning her head to look at him. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not a lot,�� Azriel replied, burying his head into the crook of her neck.

“Then explain the empty bottle beside you,” Isal said, cupping his face.

“That was for my shadows,” Azriel replied, fighting a grin trying to force its way onto his face.

“I completely believe that1,” Y/N said with a smile as she pulled away from Azriel and stood to her feet.

Azriel reached out for her, a pout on his face. Y/N chuckled. Azriel rarely ever got this drunk, in fact he rarely ever got tipsy. It had been years since she had seen Azriel indulge this much.

“Come on,” Y/N said and held Azriel’s hands in hers.

“Where are we going?” Azriel asked, stumbling to his feet causing Y/N to balance him.

“To get you to bed,” Y/N said, wrapping her arms around her mate.

“I don’t want to go to bed,” Azriel complained. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and rested his forehead against hers. “I want to stay here with you.” Azriel pressed a sloppy kiss against her lips. “I wanted to stay here and share a drink with you.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “You took care of that yourself, my love.”

Azriel sighed., frustrated with himself. “Will you come to bed with me?”

Y/N smiled and caressed his face. “Of course. Now come on.”

Y/N led Azriel out of the room, him clinging to her the whole time. There were eyes on them immediately when they stepped out, everyone clearly not used to seeing Azriel act the way he was.

“I was wondering where Az slipped away to,” Cassian commented, sliding up to the mated pair.

“He was hiding away in a separate room waiting for me,” Y/N answered while Azriel simply pulled her back against his chest. “An idea he completely forgot to tell me about.”

Cassian looked at Azriel and a quiet laugh sipped past his lips. “It’s been years since I’ve seen him this drunk. But I’ve never seen him like this, the last time he was just…broodier than usual.”

“That’s not true,” Azriel mumbled against Y/N’s head. “Y/N, tell him that it’s not true.”

Y/N laced her fingers with his. “Cass, it isn’t true.”

Cassian laughed and finished off his drink. “Well, I’ll let you get Az to bed. Mother help me when we go to training tomorrow with his hangover.”

Y/N peeled herself away from Azriel, to his dismay. She wrapped Cassian in a quick hug. “Well it’s a good thing that is your problem and not mine.”

“He’s your problem tonight,” Cassian said and pulled away.

Almost immediately, Azriel’s arms snaked around her waist and pulled her against him and buried his head into the crook of her neck, his lips pressing soft kisses against it.

“Don’t worry, he’s not a problem,” Y/N said as she turned in Azriel’s arms.

As Cassian bid goodbye to the couple and went to find his own mate, Azriel began to press more kisses against Y/N’s exposed skin. Despite being mated for over a century, Y/N felt herself begin to get flustered

“Having fun there?” Y/N asked, locking her arms around his neck.

“I love you,” Azriel mumbled.

Y/N smiled and gently cupped his face, pulling him away from the crook of her neck. “I love you too.”

“I don’t want to go to bed anymore,” Azriel said. “I want to stay here with you and watch Starfall.”

“Well we can find somewhere to sit,” Y/N suggested.

“But I just want to be with you,” Azriel whined.

Y/N’s eyes filled with amusement. “My love, have you forgotten in your drunken haze that there is a balcony connected to our bedroom.”

Azriel smiled. “Can we go there?”

Y/N pecked his lips. “That is where I was taking us anyway.”

“I love you,” Azriel muttered again.

“You’re awfully affectionate tonight,” Y/N commented.

Being affectionate was common for Azriel, but only behind closed doors. The most he would initiate any sort of public affection was maybe a quick kiss on the lips or cheek or a squeeze of her hand. But behind closed doors Azriel was the most affectionate male in existence.

Whenever they were alone and just lounging around after a long day, Azriel’s favourite position was to lay with his head on Y/N’s chest, silently listening to her heartbeat, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“I’m with you,” Azriel answered.

“Come on,” Y/N said and linked her fingers with Azriel’s.

Y/N led her mate to their room and closed the door behind them. The moment the doors were closed, Azriel began to pull Y/N over to the double doors to the balcony. Y/N followed him, watching as his wings scraped against the floor. Azriel didn’t seem phased.

Proceeding to open the doors, Azriel pulled her out into the cool night air. Y/N couldn’t help but smile in response to the genuine joy that presented itself on his face.

Azriel wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her close to him and planted his lips on hers. Y/N smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“There was something I wanted to tell you tonight,” Azriel mumbled against her lips, his body swaying. “I wanted to tell you when I snuck away.”

Y/N caressed Azriel’s cheeks. “What was it, my love?”

Azriel pulled away from Y/N and walked to the end of the balcony. Y/N followed.

Azriel pointed into the distance. “I bought that cottage you liked.”

Y/N looked at Azriel in disbelief. “You didn’t.”

Azriel turned to Y/N, a smile on his face. “I did. You liked it so I bought it.”

“But you said you didn’t want to move too far away from the rest of the Inner Circle in case anything happens,” Y/N said, wrapping his arms around his neck once again.

“I know,” Azriel said, his arms slipping around her waist. “But I need to start doing things for myself, not for others. And I have my own family now.”

A fond smile spread across Y/N’s face. “Are you sure about this, Az?”

Azriel nodded. “I had everything planned out tonight. We would slip away and share that bottle of drink together and I would tell you, but I think nerves got in the way and I began to have a few drinks to find the courage to tell you and then I had already finished the bottle and completely forgot to tell you to meet me.”

Y/N threaded her fingers through his hair. “You talk a lot when you’re drunk. And you’re not as articulate with your words either.”

Azriel groaned and buried his head into the crops of Y/Nm’s neck. “This isn’t how I planned it.”

Y/N’s hand found its home on the back of Azriel’s head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Azriel.”

“I love you so much,” Azriel mumbled, peppering kisses up her neck until his lips met her mouth once more.

Y/N melted into the kiss, somehow feeling herself falling more in love with Azriel— if that were even possible.

“I will never tire of kissing you,” Azriel whispered, his hands squeezing her hips.

“Then kiss me again, but—mmph—“

Y/N was cut off by Azriel's lips on hers, this time his mouth fully dominated hers as if he were a starved man. Y/N clung onto him, afraid that if she were to let go, her knees would buckle.

She could get lost in his kisses with no way out and she would die a happy woman.

However, the moment Azriel removed one of his hands from where he gripped the railing of the balcony, his body immediately began to sway. Y/N pulled away from the kiss and tried to stop the inevitable conclusion to this stunt but it was too late. Azriel fell back, pulling Y/N down with him.

His back landed onto the stone balcony with a loud thud while she landed softly upon his chest. Y/N quickly looked at Azriel, afraid that he was hurt but before she could ask him, the most beautiful sound rang through the air. Azriel’s laughter.

Azriel never laughed often. He would offer the occasional chuckle, or if he were in a specific instance— a giggle, though he would rather be shot down from the sky than ever admit that.

The laughter was contagious as Y/N began to laugh with him, fully relaxing atop his chest when she knew that he wasn’t hurt. Azriel’s hands rested on her back and hip, keeping her pressed against him.

“You have me weak at the knees,” Azriel spoke through his laughter.

“You didn’t need to bring me down with you,” Y/N replied.

“Wherever I go, you go,” Azriel teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “When I said that at our mating ceremony, I didn’t have this particular instance in mind.”

Azriel smiled wide. “It doesn’t matter. You said it.”

“And now I’m living to regret it,” Y/N joked.

Azriel’s hand caressed her face, his hot breath fanned across it. “No you don’t.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” Y/N replied.

The moment their lips touched, the most beautiful sight that happened once a year shot across the sky. Both Y/N and Azriel were too wrapped up with one another to notice, but neither of them cared. Their most beautiful sight was when they looked at each other.

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b1ravenclaw · 1 month ago

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Breakaway | hockey!Azriel × reader

Summary: You're not a fan of a kiss cam. And neither is your boyfriend.

Word count: 1,8k

Warnings: swearing, miserable knowledge of hockey (sorry yall), Rhys being a protective asshole over his sister

A/n: Anyone a hockey fan? No, just me? Okay. Another thing is, that I described university as I know it in my country haha. I hope no one will be confused

Also yes, I did take inspiration from tiktok. I just loved that scene <3

Leaves started to fall which meant your favorite season was starting. You loved anything and everything that came with autumn. The pumpkin spice, moody weather, sweaters, and books. With autumn knocking on your door, the new semester has begun. You didn't mind studying, you actually enjoyed it to a certain degree, but the stress is what always got to you during exams. You were just starting your second year of university, so you knew what to expect. To many that was all. Just endless studying and partying to get their minds off things. You? Not really. Ever since you could remember, fall meant the hockey season started. Were you a hockey player? No, not at all. Ice skating was your passion, just not hockey. That didn't matter, because your brother was the golden child. Rhysand played because your father used to. You would never say it out loud, mainly because it would inflate his ego even more, but Rhysand was a star player. He was so much better than your father and you knew that if he wanted to, he would make it far.

Rhys never acted towards you with any malice other than just a bit of sibling rivalry. He was actually quite protective of you, given the fact you were his little sister. But whatever you did was never good enough for your father. You might study medicine, but Rhys was finishing law. You might figure skate but you were no hockey player. And most of all, you were a woman. And your father despised you for it. You were expected to make it to every game, but no one ever wanted to attend your competitions. You enjoyed watching the games, especially when Rhys met his best friends and teammates at university. The games became so much more interesting when Azriel entered the ice. Rhys might be the captain and the center, but Azriel was a force to be reckoned with, the fastest player in the rink. You became friends with both Cassian and Azriel quickly since you often visited their house to get away from your parents. Rhysand of course was glad but you knew you were off-limits to his friends. Not only was it obvious in how he glared at both of them whenever they made a comment he didn’t appreciate. But the first time you met, Cass basically undressed you with his eyes. From what you heard he reminded them often to not mess with his sister.

It did not stop you from developing feelings for him the moment you laid eyes on him. For a while, it did seem he viewed you only as his best friend's little sister. Which you had a hard time accepting. Your relationship changed when you sneaked into a party they had thrown in celebration of a victory last year. You were a first-year, and your first semester at university had been hectic, but living close to your brother and away from your parents was a long-awaited blessing. Having a taste of freedom made you bold. Azriel couldn't take his eyes off of you, you had been like a magnet. He hadn't been the only one as you attracted the attention of another freshman. Azriel might not have acted on his attraction towards you before but seeing you with another man changed that. One thing led to another and you were sneaking out together whenever you found time.

It had been a year and your brother still had no clue. And you intended to keep it that way. You loved your boyfriend, you didn't want to worry about his teeth off the ice as well. Cassian on the other hand suspected, thankfully as you introduced him to your friend, Nesta, he became preoccupied and dropped the matter.

''So who do you think will win? And be honest, they're not here, you can't hurt their fragile egos.'' Nesta disturbed your train of thought. You laughed shaking your head. You loved hanging out with her because of how direct she was, always saying exactly what was on her mind. You met Nesta when your university did a charity ballet on the ice of Nutcracker. You got the role of Clara and she was your ballet counterpart. You did not expect to establish a friendship with her, but she was exactly who you needed in your life. You knew she would call you out on your bullshit anytime and you liked her for it. She also happened to be the first person you told about Azriel. She was not surprised, saying that you weren't being as secretive as you thought you had been.

''You know I am still biased since I really want our team to win. The Cavaliers are good and they play dirty. But Cass will probably try to kill Eris on the ice. Given the history and all.'' You gave her a pointed look. Shifting your gaze to the rink, you tried to find number 38.

''They’ve got no chance against VU.'' Said a guy next to you. You hated when someone butted their way into a conversation. But given the fact, that you would be spending about two hours in close proximity, you had decided for a polite smile. ''I guess so.''

''So how come you've got such good seats? Know someone on the team?'' He chimed in again.

''You could say that. My brother is the captain.'' You answered keeping your eyes on Azriel as he warmed up.

''Rhysand is your brother?''

''Unfortunately.'' You nodded, and his eyes grew in size. ''That's so lucky! I wish I was a hockey player or just knew them. You see, I got these seats because I'll be writing an article about the game.'' You smiled politely again shifting your gaze to the rink when the puck was just about to hit the ice.

As the game progressed, the crowd became electric. All the fans were shouting and your ears began ringing. Velaris Bats were in the lead, but only by one goal and everyone was nervous. To make the game even more enjoyable, there were games for the fans as well. Students competed against one another to win points for their university and win the competition of the tribunes.

The competitions were fun and good entertainment during breaks. But while the game continued the camera was turned on. You laughed at a random do a meme moment, but quickly turned your head back to the ice. You didn't want to miss a second of Azriel's game. Fully focused, you didn't realize that the camera switched to a kiss cam. A guy sitting next to you turned his head to face you and pointed to the TV earning your attention. ''I mean when in Rome, right?'' He laughed as he tried to close the distance. ''Yeah, no, thank you.'' You laughed nervously shifting in your seat.

''Oh come on, it's just a kiss.'' He pressured, and you gave a panicked look towards the ice. You heard Nesta taking a sharp inhale to give the guy a piece of her mind. You were interrupted by shouts of the fans and loud banging on the glass.

''Back the fuck off.'' You couldn't hear Az properly, but the message was quite clear, making the guy shift his gaze between the two of you uncomfortably. Az got two minutes for stalling the game which made the crowd boo and your brother yell obscenities as he often did when one of his teammates was sent to a bench. Thankfully during the power play the Cavaliers didn't get a goal in, but it was close. It only enraged Rhysand more which was abundantly clear when he almost broke his stick as the second period came to an end.

Azriel was sending daggers to the guy sitting next to you who looked like he wanted nothing more than to leave. He relaxed when the players left for their locker rooms. You just hoped Rhys didn't look much into Azriel's possessive behavior.

''What the fuck was that?'' Roared Rhys as he entered the locker room.

''I don't know what you're talking about.'' Azriel continued to take off his gear.

''Do not play with me! You could have cost us the game.''

''I was thinking I did you a favor. He had no right to touch her like that.'' He finally faced Rhysand.

''It was a fucking kiss cam.''

''She didn't want to be kissed. And he didn't back off.''

''So what? You made it your mission to help her while you were supposed to pay attention to the puck?'' Spit Rhys. Everyone in the locker room was silent watching the two stubborn players go head to head.

''Yes! And I would do it again.'' Azriel retorted.

''I could have you off the team for this.'' He hissed.

''Rhys-.'' Cassian signed. ''Be my guest.'' Azriel interrupted starring Rhysand down. He wouldn't back down. He couldn't. He knew you could have handled yourself back there. Hell, Nesta was there, too and she wouldn't let some guy do anything disrespectful. He just acted on an impulse. When he looked up and saw your panicked gaze, something shifted inside him. Rhys kept watching Azriel, staring right into his soul when suddenly his eyes grew larger as if recognizing what he should have seen from the very beginning.

''You've got to be kidding me.'' When Azriel didn't answer, Rhys continued, ''Tell me you don’t have a thing for my little sister.’’

''Azriel, I swear to everything that is holly, I will fucking punch you if you don't give me an answer.''

''We are together. Have been for almost a year.'' Azriel never saw anyone have an aneurysm. But if he could guess, Rhysand was a textbook example of how it looked like.

''I take it back, I will punch you anyway.'' And he might have if Cassian wasn't there to catch Rhys. ''Easy there killer. The game is still on. And you might not like it but Az is an asset.''

''I don't want to see you anywhere near her, understand? I know how you are with girls!'' Rhysand snarled.

''You know I can't do that.''

''Then you're off the team.''

''Fine.''

As they returned to the ice, the tension between Velaris Bats was palpable. Cassian was looking between his teammates probably trying to find a quick solution to the problem at hand. Azriel wasn't paying you any attention keeping his gaze on the ice only. You frowned slightly. When you looked at Rhys you found him staring back at you anger oozing out of his every move.

He knew.

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b1ravenclaw · 1 month ago

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"I ship Elriel!"

"I ship Elucien!"

I ship myself with most of the damn characters. I'd fuck them. Point blank, no hesitation. Smash. Next question.

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b1ravenclaw · 1 month ago

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hii I hope everything with your specialist goes well! I'm OBSSESSED with your college nanami fics and wanted to request a smau with that version of nanami please💞 maybe like in the early stages of their relationship where the reader is still unsure about whether they're officially in an exclusive relationship

Texting College Nanami with BDE

Tags: smau, nsfw, mdni, pre-relationship (🤨)

An: Anon, this was a great idea. tysm for the request!! This is essentially based around my college Nanami who is a nerd, but he has big dick energy over text. So, in the timeline of things, this smau idealistically happens after the first part of college nanami, but before the second part.

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b1ravenclaw · 2 months ago

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would anyone hear me out on shiu cucking toji?? because toji is arrogant beyond belief and a lot of the time i see (and thoroughly enjoy) him cucking shiu, fucking his partner hard and rough and ‘right’.

but what if it’s a rough cut and mean toji made to sit down and watch shiu eat you out, pull orgasm after orgasm out of you because he’s finally letting you have a chance to breathe during sex.

and when he fucks you it’s rough, sure, but it’s oddly intimate in a way toji isn’t good at—shiu fucks you in missionary and toji initially scoffs at the boring choice of position but you spend half of shius time inside of you just kissing him. and when you’re not, his eyes are locked on yours and he’s able to whisper the sweetest of praises against your lips.

and toji realises when he’s fucking you against a wall or pressing your face into the sheets while he gives you backshots, he’s not able to ‘make love’.

and he realises when you cum around shius cock in trembling gasps and overwhelmed tears, that you don’t sound like that when you cum for him — all pretty and desperate and exhausted but pleading for more. had you been faking it with toji?

oh and also he cums his pants just watching you get treated right because you look so good all blissed out with shiu and not just fucked tired like when you’re with him. so when shiu offers to show him how to ‘make love’ to you, he takes him up on that offer — because he’s rather die than miss out on the chance to make you sound like that himself.

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b1ravenclaw · 2 months ago

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I’d let the world burn for you

Tags: Toji x fem!Reader, smau, friends (roommates) to lovers, Toji’s a bit of a hoe, NSFW, mdni, guided masturbation, cursing, suggestive as hell

An: PHEWWWWW i actually have no words.

Part one. | Part two.

Tags: @totallygyomeiswife

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b1ravenclaw · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day 6

Threesome | Cock Ring | Hypnotism

Pairing: Sukuna/Reader/Gojo (poly)

Warnings: semi-public sex, situationships.

Sukuna and Satoru fucking hate each other.

It’s no news to anyone. Two powerful sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech – one of them from a great clan, the other from nothing. Both exceptional in a way none of their peers were.

There were a lot of strong sorcerers this year – look at Suguru, or Shoko, or even you – but the two of them had this weird fixation on who was the strongest.

What did that matter, really? They were both strong enough to defeat the most dangerous spirits all alone. What did it matter which of them was stronger?

Satoru would shrug, Maybe it doesn’t matter. But I am.

Sukuna was less generous, That Gojo brat is too arrogant for his own good.

On principle, you’d agree with Sukuna, but Sukuna is a raging asshole, and Satoru’s just an annoyance. They don’t pick on you so much these days, though.

As much as he started out as a self-centered jerk, Satoru’s got Suguru’s calming influence on him, softening out his mean remarks and obnoxious behaviors. You have a shared sweet tooth that means he likes to hang around with you after class and try out new candies together.

Sukuna usually just can’t be asked to speak to you, gruff and shoving his way through the hallways of the classes, glaring as though a blue-eyed menace could pop up from any corner - a sentiment you could relate to.

One day you’d caught him sulking in an empty classroom during lunchtime (from Satoru’s mocking words, he’d given his lunch to his “stupid little brother” who’d lost his), and you’d offered to share.

It was surprising that he took the offer. You’re almost more surprised that he actually splits it with you, instead of taking the lion’s share like Satoru does with your foreign imported treats.

And after your years at the school together you’re hesitant to call yourselves friends – you think of them more as starving dogs you were foolish enough to feed.

Either one would show up now and again for your attention, rarely together. They come to you for food and entertainment, not quite company, you don’t think.

But then, there’s a lot of things you think you know about Satoru and Sukuna. Not all of them are right.

Maybe it shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was when you walked in on them making out in an empty classroom.

Lips parted, hands grasping and clawing at one another as if they wish to tear the other apart –

A shove, a shuffle.

Two pairs of eyes, red and blue, wide and staring straight at you.

Open, panting mouths. Flushed cheeks. Red and purple marks littering their throats.

You cock your head. “Oh. Sorry, don’t mind me. Go back to eating each other’s faces, or whatever you were supposed to be doing.”

“Fuck, no – ” “It’s not like – ”

They speak in unison, only to stop and glare at each other at the overlapping voices.

Satoru is leaning back against a desk, his coat uncharacteristically undone at the top. Sukuna’s collar is always loose, but you catch teeth marks underneath it.

The excuses they make are actually really funny.

They interrupt each other, Sukuna even shoves Satoru for blithe remark about how I wouldn’t even if he paid me, teeth bared as he scoffs and growls, Oh but you sure moaned like you were being paid to, you little porn star –

“Enough!”

You shut the door behind you, locking it, and slide yourself up to sit on a desk. The two of them stare at you while you rest your chin on your hand.

“I told you,” You say, “Don’t mind me. Go back to what you were doing.”

There’s a hint of red that creeps over Satoru’s pale cheeks. It’s just as noticeable on Sukuna’s face, the blush of his hair bringing out the pink on his face.

“Well? I’m waiting. Go on. The least you could do is give me a show.” You lick your lips, “The catfight thing is cute and all but I’m super curious.”

Were they just making out like a couple flighty virgins, or was someone’s dick going to come out at one point? You’re kind of excited to find out.

“I-” Sukuna is cut off as Satoru’s lips press into his mouth. He growls and pushes back on pure instinct, shoving hm right into the desk you’re sitting on.

“Hey!”

Red eyes burn in satisfaction, a wide hand reaching around Satoru to cover your ass.

Satoru moans (oh wow, he was like a porn star), jumping up to sit himself in your lap.

You’re not sure what to think, as Sukuna grabs your mouth for a kiss and you watch Satoru whine and nip at his ear. You’re not even sure what they’re doing with each other.

You know that Satoru grabs your hand, tugs it to the front of his pants where you dig out his long, slender, pretty cock, already hard and weeping.

Sukuna’s comes out too, brushing against your fingertips, his hands with yours clenching their cocks together to jerk them in unison.

Soon you know what Satoru’s pretty pale skin tastes like, sweat-dewed and trembling with his pitiful whimpers.

Sukuna shoves his fingers in your mouth, coated in their cum. He stares into your eyes with a wild grin, pressing down onto your tongue until you drool and Satoru licks it up.

You know how it feels when Satoru sinks down to his knees and slips aside your panties, diving onto your leaking cunt like it’s another dessert he doesn’t want to share.

How hard Sukuna’s teeth dig into your throat, leaving marks just like the ones you’d seen on Satoru’s neck.

Satoru’s hair is as soft as it looks, that the way he moans when you tug on it is enough to bring you over the edge.

It must do something to Sukuna, because he drags your chin, forcing you to hold eye contact while you cum.

You know when Sukuna pulls Satoru up for a kiss, tugging his mouth open to lick it clean, like he's impatient for a taste of you - it sends a thrill like no other dripping down your spine.

You know all these things, but you don’t know what’s going on.

That’s okay. You don’t think they do, either.

Even if the liaison between them came as a surprise, you’re somehow not surprised to find either of them spending more time with you, in the coming days.

Suddenly, it’s not Suguru who’s Satoru’s constant companion, though you see him eye you with a smirk every now and then. Satoru clings to you like a shadow, whinier than ever – but Sukuna can’t seem to leave you alone, either.

It’s hard to tell what you are. A buffer? An excuse? They include you enough. You don’t stand by and watch them dance around you. You can reach out and touch – they’ll let you. They’ll thank you for it.

You’re still working on Sukuna, but his gratitude is silent. Doors held open, extra lunch boxes or vending machine snacks. A coat when you’re cold, a glare at anyone who bothers you.

Satoru is more open about it. People ask if you’re his girlfriend and you just laugh it off, but he’s not afraid to sling his arm over your shoulders and pull you close. Even though Sukuna is glaring harder than ever.

They’re not a team, never a team, not Sukuna and Satoru. The two of them are always in competition.

"Be my girlfriend," Satoru whispers, "Sukuna doesn't take anything seriously, this is just a game to him. But I like you for real, I'll go on dates with you out in public, tell everyone you're my girl-"

"The fuck you will," Sukuna grumbles, wrapping his own arm around your waist, “She’s my girl as much as she’s yours.”

So you date both of them.

And dating them, you learn a lot. Not about jujutsu or how strong they are. About Sukuna, and Satoru, the boys you’re dating.

You learn that Sukuna is actually a cuddler. He’s much better at it than Satoru, too.

Satoru is clingy, long limbs wrapping around anything and everything he can.

Sukuna likes to get into a nice comfortable position, you or Satoru or both of you on his broad chest, arms strewn in an easy, wide embrace.

Perfect for lazy hours spent laying down listening to them bicker, flirt, or complain – often including you too. Kisses peppered in with nips or smacks on whatever place was easiest to reach.

Sukuna’s the quiet type, the type that can enjoy just sitting in the same room while you do things.

He’s not a bad study buddy, all things considered, although getting him to help with anything is like pulling teeth – purely because it entertains him to make you work for it.

But if you want someone to just give in and hand you everything, that’s what Satoru is for.

If Sukuna is a stray cat with his independence and pride, Satoru is a puppy who would follow you to the ends of the earth. Constantly at your heels, making Sukuna frown and growl in envy at the closeness.

He’s too darling, really, your Satoru. If you need someone to talk, to chatter on and distract you or make you feel like the center of the universe, Satoru could do that. Always ready with a kiss or a credit card, eager to help in any way he can, rub it in Sukuna’s face how much better he is. He loves to be used.

With Sukuna, your fondest memories are his little gestures of kindness.

With Satoru, your most cherished moments are you doing things for him. You hand him a candy and his face lights up. You bring him a drink, you remember the homework from last night, you offer to dry his hair.

Satoru drinks in affection like he’s been starved all his life.

You think him and Sukuna are alike in that way.

Satoru learned to give everything he could in hopes of getting something back. Sukuna learned to expect nothing and take whatever he could get.

They’re so alike, and yet so different.

You learn that Satoru likes it when you cum on his mouth. He likes it when Sukuna does, too.

It’s an attention thing, you think, from how he looks up at you when his mouth is on you, fluttering his lashes, moaning sluttily.

He especially loves having his hair pulled, and Sukuna’s brutal with it, shoving Satoru up and down his cock. It’s hotter than you’d imagined – no one should look that hot sucking dick. It makes you nervous to go down on either of them, sometimes.

It doesn’t make a difference, though. Sukuna likes eating pussy more than he likes sucking dick, so Satoru is delighted whenever you go down on him.

For his part, Sukuna’s more careful with you than he is with Satoru, but Satoru’s an insatiable whore who likes to join in, either touching you while you suck Sukuna off or putting his mouth right on that dick with you.

Sukuna likes it hard and rough. He’s brutal with Satoru; they love to maul each other and throw you in the middle, seeing who would back away first.

They love it even more when you watch, when you goad them on, striving to impress you. Sukuna says he doesn’t care what other people think, but you see him lifting Satoru’s face for you to better see (or ride).

When he comes to you, he’s the picture of control, wielding a sadism tailored to your tastes. He’s always eager, always excited to push you to some new ledge, to find your limit and dance exactly on the line and no further.

He’ll let Satoru come between you only to wear him out completely, turning back and taunting him with the sight of you on the precipice, begging and pleading for release.

Satoru comes to you for gentleness. He loves a good fuck but his favorite is classic missionary where he gets all needy and teary-eyed, desperate for kisses and praise.

Every ounce of affection you pour into him is repaid tenfold, with eyes that look at you like you hung the stars, a mouth that worships you with word and tongue alike.

Sometimes the gentleness is slapping him around, shoving him down, dominating him in a way that he doesn’t have to fight.

Sometimes Sukuna’s cruelty warps, demands hastening and sharpening into something more than plain desire, hands clasped against you to do more than just hold you in place.

They both have things they don’t want the other to see.

You learn they have some tacit agreement to leave each other some alone time with you.

The vast majority of your time is spent in both their company, but there are days you get to spend exclusively with Satoru or exclusively with Sukuna.

Whoever got left out always seems ravenous for company after. A little rougher, a little more demanding.

You learn it’ll be a cold day in hell before either one talks about his feelings.

This is another contest, another waiting game they’re playing against one another. Who can win you over, who can fuck you better, who goes weak or slips up first.

If there were a knife to your throat, you couldn’t say who the winner would be.

You don’t think either of them ever will.

Satoru won't stop whining about how the pistachio ice cream is out of stock. It's getting on your nerves - you know he won't shut up about it if you don't change the subject, but you really just want to relax.

"Satoru, get under the table and eat me out if you're so hungry.”

It’s not a full minute before he’s down there, lifting your skirt, kneading at your thighs as he plays with your panties.

Sukuna's nose scrunches up with his scowl, the one you can't call cute to his face for fear of Satoru never shutting up about it.

"What, Gojo whines and you’re rewarding him?" He complains, like a damn child.

It's funny how similar the two of them are when they're not at each other's throats.

Sukuna scoots closer since you can’t move. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him, nuzzling lazily into your neck as Satoru fucks you with his tongue.

You’re lucky this place isn’t busy, the server doesn’t say anything about Satoru being ‘missing’ – not that either of them would care, anyways.

If you’re stuck flushed and squirming while Sukuna smirks and Satoru licks your cum off the inside of your thighs, nobody else seems to notice.

It's surreal, how easy it is to fall in step with both of them. How easily your life twists to accommodate them in every aspect.

How easily you bend for them, even when you're not trying to.

If it was just a competition, why do all this?

Are they enjoying it? Just doing whatever’s the most fun?

You know the answer is yes, the answer must be yes, that you’ll have them for as long as they’re entertained and not a second more, but –

When you’re sick one day, they show up to your house – separately, one after the other.

Sukuna comes first, actually, knocking on the door and then breaking the lock to get in. Loudly announcing his presence, making himself at home in your kitchen. Bringing you warm soup, water, helping you sit up and stand.

It’s hours later that Satoru arrives with bags of convenience store painkillers, electrolyte water, cooling pads and your favorite takeout.

He rubs it in, too, gets into an argument with Sukuna like it’s an old pair of shoes, the conversation sliding into the air easily. Sukuna pets your hair and he massages your shoulders as they argue over who the better boyfriend is.

Maybe this is just the next step in their eternal contest to be the strongest. They just want to beat each other at something, and you’re lucky to be that something.

Maybe they’re just having fun, and you’re thinking too much about it.

Maybe this is something real, and you’re all too afraid to say it.

They’re all distant thoughts that fade under Sukuna’s strong embrace and Satoru’s grasping hands.

When you fall asleep, it’s with a warm body on either side of you – and you wake up like that, too.

Kisses in your hair, on your neck, a swat and a hypocritical chastisement as you’re offered water, breakfast, an orgasm (“Seriously, Gojo?”) – and a healthy dose of cuddles and companionship for the rest of the day.

“What do you mean, seriously? Of course it’s a serious offer! I’m always serious!”

“Shut it, you dumbass, they’re still napping. Let them fall back asleep, they’ll recover faster.”

“An orgasm would be even better for that – ”

“Well who fucking says you should be the one to do it?”

…you hope they never stop fighting.

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b1ravenclaw · 2 months ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Tags: Sukuna x fem!Reader, smau, best friends to lovers, nocurse!au, toxic behavior, cursing, angst, DEAD DOVE, implied violence, implied drugging, fake pictures of fake crime scene, happy ending!!, suggestive, nsfw, mdni

An: Hey so uh… this shit got a bit dark. If people do not want to finish the smau, you can just pretend that they lived happily ever after where part three ended… If you want something more than that, here’s more. Sukuna being the sick and fucked up person he is who is so fucking obsessed with you that it hurts. The end! Up next is Nanami.

Part one. | Part two. | Part three. | Part four.

Tags: @maybe-a-bi-witch @startwithrecords @actuallynarii @sad-darksoul @ghost-buddies @wil10wthetree @beaniesayshi @jammofsammichflip @karolinda007-blog @jinxiewritings @direct-deject @starrysho @seraph667 @itsnathateasy @un-aesthetic @guacam011y @iluv-ace @johnnysactualgf @chuuminn @kokushibosbestie @nanaaamiiin @unofficialsapphire @tojislittleprincesss

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b1ravenclaw · 2 months ago

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Obsessed - Part 2 (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: Y/n gets even more horny. Meanwhile, Azriel is horny, obsessed, and is busy taking notes for their future home.

A/n: Comment if you want to be a part of the taglist because this is going to be a series!!

Warnings: reader's fantasies, Azriel's forearms, Azriel's fingers, Azriel's hands, Azriel's fantasies, too many thoughts about sex, Azriel being more delusional than reader.

****

Y/n did not understand how she did not faint when Azriel rolled up his sleeves when the meals were served in the flight because what in the everloving fuck were those forearms made of?

They were so huge and thick and veiny and she wanted that hand on her throat.

Why wouldn’t she?

She was a reasonable and prudent woman after all.

“Y/n?” Azriel called.

She smiled sheepishly. “Got lost in my head for a while.”

He smiled faintly and Y/n felt lighter as if he soul was ready to leave her body. This man should stop being so handsome for the sake of her sanity.

“Your meal.” He motioned his head and she looked down at the tray that he had settled while she was busy drooling over his forearms.

“Thank you.” She smiled at him. And Azriel nodded. Y/n rolled up her sleeves, tied her hair quickly, and they began eating.

From the corner of her sight, she saw Azriel’s hands as they did something extraordinary.

He used the knife to spread butter.

Y/n suddenly found that she was quite similar to that butter.

Because the way she would spread for this man was no joke .

And. . .

And. . . his fingers had tattoos.

Gods, she could imagine how he’d fuck here with his fingers.

They were long fingers and he had large hands and Y/n could picture herself riding his fingers, begging for his cock and his mouth near her ear, whispering dirty promises.

She’d beg. She could imagine herself being shameless, begging him to fuck her so hard she’d cry and bite the pillow.

Y/n looked at her own butter and felt her cheeks warm up. She was ready to combust.

Sadly, he was spreading the butter and not her. Not that he’d have to put in any effort. She’d spread for him all on her own.

She was sitting next to the sexiest man she’d ever seen and he was determined to be so kind and friendly.

She was wet and going to the washroom repeatedly to change panty liners was going to make it seem like she had some other kind of problem.

She couldn’t even call up Nesta even if she went to the bathroom because. . . why was she even in an aeroplane?

Y/n was this close to having a nosebleed like an anime character.

She was a pervert and there was no denying it. Not when this man was sitting right next to her.

Being delusional with Nesta after reading a lot of smut definitely gave her mental peace.

If she fainted, would Azriel carry her in those huge, strong arms? If he did, she’d probably get up, see his handsome face, and faint again.

****

The flight was very nice. Azriel enjoyed a nice conversation with Y/n before their meal. After that, it did not take her too long to fall asleep.

Her head was against the window of the plane and he did not like that one bit.

Offended, Azriel carefully brought her head and made it lean against his arm. He sat back, proud of himself for supporting Y/n like this.

He wrapped his blazer over her. She let out a sleep-laced hum and clutched his arm.

Yes.

She was now clutching his arm like this.

Soon, she’d hold his arm at their wedding.

And she’d leave nail scratches on his arms when he fucked her senseless.

Something soft was against his arm. He looked at her, trying not to seem like a pervert but then he saw her breasts pressed against his arm.

Oh.

Yes.

The same breasts he’d fondle and suck.

Which would bounce as she rode him like the goddess she was.

His future wife and his future pillows.

Yes.

Life was sorted.

****

It was one thing to meet him. Another to have enough time to properly make his acquaintance. Another to be in the same flight.

As they headed to collect their baggage and when Y/n discovered that Azriel would reside in the same building as her, she really couldn’t believe it.

Was this really fate or something like it?

Drawing them closer and closer?

Was it her destiny to have her fantasies of this man fulfilled?

Y/n really needed to call Nesta and scream about this. So she made an excuse about needing the washroom. She quickly texted her best friend when the bitch had the audacity to not pick up her calls.

Y/n: Met the hot guy from the club at the airport. We had breakfast. Same flight and seated next to each other. And he’ll be living in the same building for the duration of his business trip.

Nesta was not even online. Y/n quickly pocketed her phone and left the washroom. Azriel was waiting for her, looking so handsome and graceful and immaculate as though an early morning flight did not tire him out.

She took a few seconds to admire him from a distance before walking over. But before she reached him, a woman had walked over and started talking to him.

Azriel watched the woman impassively, said something, and resumed looking at his phone. The woman walked away dejectedly and Y/n guessed she must’ve asked him for his number.

Curiosity made her ask. “Do you know that woman?”

He replied, still tapping away a message to someone. “I’ve never met that woman in my life. My car is here. How will you commute?”

“She seemed a little upset. I’ll probably book a cab.”

“I refused to give her my phone number.” He paused to ponder and then looked at her very seriously. “Come with me, Y/n.”

“What?” She sputtered. Y/n was more than ready to come on his cock or mouth or fingers.

“We have the same destination. Come with me. My car is already here.” Oh. His car. Okay.

“Oh. Um. If it’s all right then I’ll take you up on that offer. Thank you.” She cheered herself at being able to spend more time with Azriel.

“Why wouldn’t it be all right?” He took her ridiculously large trolley and looked at her, ready to exit the airport.

“It’s your business trip. I’m assuming the office sent that car.” Y/n took his smaller sized trolley instead, glaring at him when he extended a hand to take that too. “At least, let me take this.”

Azriel nodded, his features softening.

She then continued. “So it’s for official purposes. Not for personal use.”

“I’ll handle it if anything comes. You need not worry about anything.”

Y/n felt fluttery. Had she wanted to hear those words in another context? Especially after how her life has turned into a shit show right after she’d finished her bachelors?

And Azriel had said that so naturally. As if he would handle anything and free her from worries.

Gods, she’d cry then and there.

Y/n closed her eyes and smiled softly. “All right. Thank you.”

“You tell me if you have any problems. We’re neighbours. We’ll navigate the new city together. All right? That means you rely on me. Okay?” He looked at her seriously.

And she found it charming that he’d ask such a thing. “Doesn’t that mean you rely on me too?”

“If you’d let me.” They reached the car and the sight of Azriel lifting that ridiculously heavy suitcase like it was nothing drove her crazy.

“Of course, you can. I make good food. And I’m great company if you ever want to just sit down and enjoy the silence.” He opened the door for her. Once Y/n was all settled in the car, he closed the door and entered from the other side.

Azriel turned to the driver and gave him the address and then turned his head to look at her. “People usually don’t advertise their company to enjoy the silence. I’ve heard them do that for talking or going out.”

“Well, I don't go out much. And I’m not always talkative. So, silences. . . are a necessity.”

“Yes.” He paused and looked at her face thoughtfully. “Thank you.” He smiled.

Y/n smiled back and looked at the window as naturally as she could pretend because this man seriously needed to give her a break from his perfect face.

Why was he smiling? Why was he so handsome? She would’ve probably choked on her food if she were eating.

****

This was becoming a problem. It wasn’t the first time someone had approached him for his number. But now that he’d met Y/n, he had to do something.

And then the solution struck him as he saw Y/n returning to him from her trip to the washrooms.

He needed to marry Y/n so that he’d have a wedding band for people to see and back off.

Yes. The solution was so simple.

Now that he thought of it, a lot of things would be sorted if he married Y/n.

Now, how was he to move forward with that?

“Azriel?” He wanted her voice to be a constant in his life. The way she said his name.

He’d learnt a lot about her by talking to her than any report could ever tell him. Appreciating silences was not something that could be reported.

Yes.

Y/n was perfect.

Now, how soon could he reveal to her that he was hers and she was his and give legitimacy to this by marriage?

****

They’d reached the building and received the keys from the security guard. And their flat was opposite each other’s.

Coincidence?

Azriel would spit at the idea.

There was nothing such as fate or coincidence. It was all about who picked up their lives and wrote the script. There would be unavoidable factors but how he responded to them was well within his control.

Azriel had picked up his script and written his fate. And signed the sale deed to this building.

Now that they reached their floor, Y/n looked at their doors and then at him. “We’re neighbours.” She sounded relieved.

“Yes.” Of course they were neighbours. He ensured that much.

“Thank you.” She turned to him and Azriel was now truly confused. “I’m glad I know someone in this new city. It’s an additional bonus to be neighbours. I might disturb you sometimes.”

Azriel had bought this building to be close to her. Being wanted and needed by Y/n was his real objective.

He looked at the walnut door behind Y/n. It was a nice door. Looked sturdy enough to not break while he fucked his woman against it.

“Do you want to go grocery shopping later?” He asked. It was pathetic how he wanted her as close as possible because being her neighbour wasn’t nearly enough.

“Yeah.” And then she yawned. He had half a mind to hoist her and put her to bed himself. “I’ll meet you in a couple of hours?”

“Of course.” He chuckled. “Here’s my number.” Azriel handed her a card. A fake visiting card he’d gotten printed so that she wouldn’t know he didn’t simply work at Umbra.

“Is WhatsApp convenient?”

“Yes.” And they parted ways.

Azriel looked at his apartment. It was not as fancy as the accommodations he’d gotten used to after taking over Umbra but definitely better than what the illegitimate bastard had from birth to college.

He pulled out a notepad and a pen and began thoroughly inspecting the apartment.

The walls were a serene pale blue. As he’d asked, his apartment had simple and elegant furnishing. His own room was painted navy blue.

He’d soon pay Y/n a visit and check if everything in her apartment was perfect. And if it wasn’t then the interior designer and the cleaners had him to answer to.

His bathroom was good. The washbasin and the mirror looked like yet another place he’d fuck her at. The shower cubicle was a little compact for both of them but the tub was a masterpiece.

He noted the size of the cubicle as something he’d need to remedy for when they purchased their home in the future.

Azriel could picture it as he positioned Y/n on all fours. How he’d tease her with his cock, and enter her with enough force that would push her body.

He frowned.

Azriel walked over and inspected the size of the tub and its attachment to the walls. there was a huge chance of Y/n hitting her head against the wall or her head being pushed into the water in the tub. He noted that.

The tub was very conveniently placed next to a window. He looked out and a more domestic vision came to mind.

Azriel and Y/n, a bubble bath, two glasses of wine, scented candles, and a conversation about how their respective days had been.

Yes.

And maybe they’d make sweet love here, with her riding him, kissing the side of his neck and face, whimpering and moaning softly. And then he’d grab her ass and pull her back down on his cock.

The windowsill was all right. One of them could sit there as the other went down on them but the edge of it did not seem comfortable. Another point to be noted.

And so, Azriel went ahead and noted everything that he’d have to keep in mind for renovation purposes.

His phone rang and he picked it up. He’d asked his secretary to purchase yet another something and they went over the details before he gave his approval.

****

They went to the nearest supermarket as planned and ended up dining outside since neither of them wanted to make any food after a day of travel.

“Why’d you come so early if your classes begin after four days?” It would seem to any normal person that he was making polite conversation with a tinge of curiosity.

But Azriel was actually trying to get information about her travel preferences and choices so that he’d customise their future travels accordingly.

He personally had no work in this country because he could work Umbra from any part of the world with a stable internet connection.

“It’s a little quirk of mine.” Y/n began. Azriel was now intensely interested. “When I go to other places, I go a couple of days early so that I’ll have time to settle in. The only exception is probably a holiday.”

He took a sip of his wine and waited for her to continue. “Like if my classes begin on Monday, I prefer to reach by Friday or Saturday so I’ll have enough time to settle down in my accommodation, clean, arrange my things, go grocery shopping, and so on. So by the time Monday comes, I’m not worrying over where the things are or what am I going to eat or anything like that.”

Ah, yes.

His Y/n was a practical woman.

They’d be entering a very happy marriage.

They’d raise good children like this.

He suddenly felt a dash of pride at not just Y/n but also for himself. He’d not wasted a moment in getting to know this woman.

Who knows what he’d have done if he did the foolish thing of mistaking her to be a random passerby?

Probably rot around with no purpose in life.

His mother could rest easy.

After all, he’d found the object of his greatest obsession and darkest desires.

****

It had been three days since Azriel had properly spent time with Y/n. He was beginning to feel like he had no purpose in this world.

If he texted or called her, he’d come off as a desperate man with no other work to do than begging for her presence, which he was.

But he had to pretend like he had some dignity before he slowly revealed his real self to her.

Y/n was a strong woman. Her choices in life proved it. He’d read a comprehensive report about everything related to her.

The lowlife who once had the rare fortune of being her boyfriend and was stupid enough to hurt her was now caught up in a case of tax evasion. How sad. Moving on.

Azriel looked at the sky and sighed. He could work, read novels, go to the gym, or do anything but. . . where was his Y/n?

And then a thought struck him.

Had Y/n already considered him someone to keep a distance from? He began analysing their every interaction and couldn’t come up with anything.

He’d always made the impression that he was a reliable, financially well-off, responsible man.

Or was it that she wasn’t attracted to him?

Y/n’s choices in men were sadly very poor but none of them compared to him in terms of face or body.

Wait. . . did she prefer mediocre men with toxic behaviour?

That wouldn’t do.

His plan was to slowly reveal his real self to her. Being the worst version of himself right from the beginning would scare her.

Y/n had to know who he was but she also had to know what he felt for her and what he would do for her. As for what he wouldn’t do, such a thing probably did not exist.

She had to know that she’d be his priority—over his anger, his ego, his pride, his wealth, his life, and. . . what else was there? Basically everything else.

Azriel ran a hand through his hair and sighed. The sound of the doorbell brought him back to reality. He marched over and opened the door to reveal Y/n with a bowl of lasagna in her hand.

“May I come in?” What was an apartment when she’d entered his life and engraved her ownership on every inch of his being.

“Yes.” He managed to soften his voice but maybe not his expression because she looked worried as she looked at his face.

“I’m so sorry for not contacting you these three days.” She swiftly began and thrusted the lasagna into his hand. “I was studying and cleaning and I lost track of time and I hope this. . . I mean, I make good food so this is my best. . . My best dish.”

Y/n was apologetic and embarrassed at the same time. And obviously, like any rational, prudent, sensible man, he found her endearing.

“Come in, Y/n.” She entered the apartment and he closed the door.

****

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