#𝐭: answered

[heartaces]

victor is no stranger to the supernatural. his world’s been chock-full of legends, monsters and bedtime stories turned real for as long as he’s known how to read. so far, it’s always been the mundane that managed to surprise him—the little details, caught in the freezing of a memory, like a person’s quirks, the singsong of a bird, the peacefulness of a place to call home.

the little details, for someone whose abilities also lie in never—ever—forgetting where he placed a piece of paper or a book, are quite important.

so when it all started, he noticed right away.

he didn’t know at first what it was, so he observed and waited. a blessing unknowingly given by hestia? or a prank—very much like it, because who would think moving his objects from one place to another was a gift? preposterous—played by a child of hermes he would soon find the culprit hidden as a cursed trinket in his bags. but the first time he saw that hand. . . pressed against the window glass, there was no doubt in it: he was dealing with a ghost. so he made his move.

he couldn’t see them naturally, no. but all it took was a number, a favor he called in from a friend and he had the little potion in hand. it required him some time to adjust, but ah—there she was. he’d find it all too strange if the nervousness in her hadn’t amused him just the same. “finally we meet.” he smiles, like he’s greeting a fellow mate in the bread line of a market. “may i ask you, miss, why you find joy in messing up the belongings of someone else’s house?”

status -> open to all characters! supernatural muses or human encouraged to reply. *we do not have to be mutuals to reply!*

setting -> your muse has only been living in their home {apartment, whatever} for a couple of months and has started to realize they are haunted... but these hauntings have not been unfriendly in nature. my muse has tidied small messes, made the bed, and left small gifts in random places. any time period welcome but please specify in your response if modern or otherwise!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

when her acts of kindness had not been of notice to the new inhabitant of her halls { for once, the house had been hers, after all. it would always be, even in death. } naomi had tried to make her presence known, instead. she manifested as pale specters in the corner of a mirror; with a handprint pressed longing to a frosty window as one gazed into the night. at 3am when she felt her most real, naomi would scream with all her might; hoping that even just a whisper would be heard.

yet... every effort had felt for naught. until one early morning, just as dawn started to kiss the horizon, she realized... the source of their fixation was { finally } gazing right at them. nervous and unsure, naomi floated back down to the floor, her feet appearing to be on solid ground. " are you.. really seeing me right now? "

[doctor-dusk]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨… 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

what would a musician be without his inspiring muse? 

warnings: soft dom!alex, smut, oral (both receiving), bit of anal playing, spitting, unprotected sex (piv). i think that's all, folks.

word count: 4.1k

i wrote most of this last year on a crowded bus on my way back from college, an old lady gave me a dirty look, but it's worth it. probably the dirtiest smut i've ever written so far because i was bored with my job today. hope you enjoy it :3

you had just gotten out of the shower. the skin of your shoulders and chest was still wet and the scent of grapefruit soap still perfumed the bathroom when you left the room amid a thin curtain of steam from the warm water. alex found it funny that you loved warm showers, even though it was almost forty degrees outside. you were wrapped in a dark gray cotton bathrobe, your hair was wrapped in a towel of the same color and you were drying your face with a white face towel. 

you noticed that alex was in exactly the same position since the last glimpse you had of him before entering the bathroom. he was sitting in a position that was not very comfortable visually speaking, wearing only moss green cargo shorts. his head was resting on his right hand, which held a pencil with a worn tip between his fingers, while his left hand was busy with a half-smoked cigarette, which released a thin curtain of smoke that escaped through the open window in front of him, his guitar resting on his lap, untouchable. 

he had been staring at the page of his notebook for almost twenty minutes. there were a few scribbles on the corners, loose words, but nothing that formed a sentence, much less something that made sense to him.

you tilted your head to see his face, seeing that his eyes were closed now, his hair, which was usually combed back, falling over his forehead, with some of the ends of the strands tickling his lowered eyelids. you gave a weak smile, hanging the face towel on the window and standing behind him, taking advantage of the exposed left side of his neck to give him a little kiss.

‘’what's up, huh?’’ you asked, giving him another little kiss and feeling his skin shiver with the contact of your lips.

‘’it’s all crap.’’ he grumbled, dropping the pencil on the table and straightening his posture, feeling you raise your hands to massage his shoulders. ‘’you know when you really want to write something, you have the idea in your head, but you just…’’ he said, his tone frustrated as he held the guitar. you knew alex well enough to know that he already felt this way before you even asked. you knew his frown, his sullen voice, his strong drag on his cigarette as if he were breathing the air with anger, and maybe he was.

‘’i know.” you answered in an understanding tone, letting your fingers massage the tense and stiff muscles in his shoulders. “but you’ll make it, you always do. you have a mini genius inside you who can think of the most incredible lyrics in the world in the blink of an eye.” you continued encouraging him, lightly tapping his forehead, watching him shake his head subtly.

“well, guess what: this genius is probably on vacation and i didn’t know about it.” turner replied. for a second, you liked to think that alex really did have a miniature of himself in his head, and that at the moment he was just wearing a pair of swim trunks while sunbathing on some paradisiacal beach on the italian coast. “or he must have died, i don’t know.” he finished with another mumble, leaving the guitar leaning against the wall next to it, standing upright and without any risk of falling.

‘’oh, you're so dramatic, turner.’’ you laughed, dragging his last name because of your accent. ‘’you just need some time. maybe relax. you demand too much of yourself.’’

“you know i've always been like this.” he replied, taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out by rubbing the butt on the wooden window frame. you've lost count of how many marks there were on the window frame from rubbing the butts of his cigarettes, but you never complained to him.

alex picked up the pencil again, pressing the end of the eraser to his cheek, glancing at the moment you walked around the chair, making a little space to sit on his lap. he felt the scent of the soap a little more intensely on your body, especially when you wrapped both arms around his neck.

alex liked it when you did that without warning, and you liked it even more. you liked the way he wrapped his long arms around you, letting his big hand wander around your waist, following the path further south and leaving it positioned on the warm skin of your left thigh, gently patting it in a caressing manner.

even though he was stuck in his little musical world, he didn't stop giving you the attention you deserved, even if it was just a little. but you knew he wouldn't be able to do anything now, not being so tense.

you had an idea, laying your head on top of his head, since the position you were in favor of the fact that you were sitting a little higher on his lap. you smelled the faint scent of shampoo in his hair, sliding your nose over his scalp, going down a little to kiss his temple, and then his cheek, and then his jaw. you kissed him as far as your mouth could reach, feeling his skin in contact with your lips and feeling the muscle in his cheek contract as he gave a small smile.

‘’what do you think you're doing, huh?’’ he asked, tilting his head a little to the left so he could look at you, but you were more focused on continuing to trail your kisses down his body, each kiss going down proportionally to the point that you had to get off his lap to get between his legs. ‘’you're distracting me, y’know?’’ he pretended to grumble in protest, but you knew him well enough to know that he was far from angry or bored by the fact that you were doing this.

“that's the intention.” you answered with a slightly muffled voice because you were kissing his belly now, letting your fingers slide over the skin of his abdomen in a slowly torturous way to reach the button of his shorts. not even if alex wanted to, he would be able to hide the shiver he felt with this simple act.

“you're crazy.” he laughed, now lightly nibbling the eraser on the tip of the pencil, his eyes not leaving your figure kneeling in front of him for even a second. it was almost majestic for him to see you like that, at an angle he loved, by the way.

“for you? of course.” he heard you retort in the same tone, feeling you unbutton his shorts and lower the zipper with one hand, while the other was resting on his knee. “but you like it.”

“i didn’t say i didn’t like it.” he said, dropping the pencil on the desk at the exact moment your hand reached the hem of his underwear, letting your fingers curl around the elastic to threaten to pull it down.

but you did it so slowly that it actually hurt him. by now, he was already throbbing just at the thought of feeling your hand wrap around him, or feeling your tongue play with the tip, or simply feeling every inch of him burying himself inside you. it awakened unbearable agony in him.

“you're such a twat.” he said through gritted teeth, squeezing the edge of the desk with his fingers. you raised an eyebrow as you feigned offense, threatening to stop. ‘’no, no, love, i didn't mean that, it's just…’’ he said in a frustrated tone with himself, watching you laugh and lower the piece again enough for his cock to practically jump out.

you saw how impossibly hard he was, with some veins marked all over his length, from the base to the beginning of the tip, which by the way was already merely lubricated with precum. it seemed to be calling your name, totally ready to let you wrap your hand around it and swallow it to the last inch, whether with your mouth or with your cunt.

you didn't waste time, you were as eager as he was. your tongue slid deliciously over the tip, tasting him and watching him suck in air forcefully between his teeth. it was as addictive and tasty as the sight you had of him, feeling his hand grab the back of your head, guiding your swollen lips to start swallowing him slowly.

as much as he had that urgency to see you choke on his cock, he could be content with feeling your warm mouth envelop the tip, your delicate hand stayed around the base, pumping slowly and gently and holding it firmly to make him erect as he entered more on your mouth. 

turner was already starting to feel the slight spasms with the vibration of your throat on his cock when you let out a muffled moan. he’s not the kind of guy who is a fan of advance warnings, because when you least expected it, you felt him bucking his hips, making you feel him deep in your throat, which made you cough. he moaned shamelessly when you pulled your head away to get some air, playing with his tip with your tongue, giving it kittenish licks from every possible angle before putting him back in my mouth, swallowing him again without him having to move again.

“oh, so fucking good…” he groaned, letting his head fall back, delighting in the feeling of your warm mouth wrapping around his cock, taking him deeper, feeling your throat closing around the tip. he felt his senses overwhelmed, every fiber of his body contracting as your tongue swirled around his pulsing length.

he looked down at you at some point, your eyes locked on his, he couldn't even try to explain how crazy he went when you looked at him like this, hypnotizing him with your warm mouth and enigmatic eyes, wide like cherry pies.

“such a good girl for me. you're going to make me want to put composition aside to fuck you.” he growled, his fist closing around the towel wrapped on your head.

“you say that like it's a bad thing.’’ you pouted, kissing his tip several times and he chuckled, moving his hand to run his thumb on your cheek, looking tenderly at you.

“baby, you know i love fucking you. really.” he purred, holding his cock and gesturing for you to open your mouth, tapping his shaft on your tongue, the slapping sound adding to the pleasure of both. ‘’love feeling your mouth, your tongue, your pussy clenching around my cock…’’ he continued, his words sending slight jolts of lust through your body. he always knew what to say to make you even wetter.

‘’mhm, so we should fuck, y'know?’’ you said, swirling your tongue around his tip, your eyes pleading for him. you said that like you hadn't already fucked that morning.

‘’we should.’’ he agreed with you, pulling the towel from your head, massaging your scalp, the damp strands of your hair tangled in his fingers. ‘’stand up and turn around.’’ he said in a gentle order, patting your neck lightly.

you giggled, obeying him without a second thought, standing up and turning on your heels, the open window overlooking the deserted street was all you had. could there be people passing by or neighbors who might appear at their apartment windows at any moment? possibly.

but you didn't care much about that as you felt alex untying the knot of your robe while standing behind you, you could feel his hard cock rubbing against your thigh as he made you bend over the desk, your bare tits pressing on top of his notebook. the rough paper pages combined with alex's hands holding the hem of your robe makes your nipples harden, the cotton fabric reached halfway down your back, your lower body exposed to him like a full meal.

“you smell so good.” he hummed, dragging his nose over the skin of your left buttock as if he were snorting coke, your soft skin and your refreshing post-shower scent made him want to melt all over you. he was completely crazy about you.

“it's because i took a shower.” you laughed, feeling his teeth sinking into your skin as if he wanted to take a bite, and he would do that if he could. he could devour you and not waste a thing.

“nah. just your natural scent. and a bit of grapefruit.” he hummed, his large hands gripping your buttcheeks, separating them to reveal your two puckering holes, your cunt already drooling, needing him to take care of it.

his mouth watered at the sight as his cock throbbed in need. he didn't think twice or wait for you to beg for him, his tongue was already darting out to taste you, collecting your slimy juices, feeling that his guts were being blessed by your taste, like a sweet nectar.

you gasped softly, your forehead resting on the rigid wood desk, his tongue molding between your slick folds as the tip of his nose tickled your asshole, making it gap at the slightest touch. the wet muscle made its way upwards, sinking into your needy hole, going as far as he could, holding your buttocks tightly to keep them apart.

you muffled your moans as he fucked you with his tongue, biting your arm to prevent some loud moaning. his tongue moved up just a bit, licking your perineum just to tease your tight hole, circling the spot with the tip of his tongue, making you squirm.

“too bad we're out of lube.” he sighed, more to himself than to you. he knew you still could try it just like this, lubricating you with lots of spit and stretch you with his fingers until you were relaxed enough to accommodate his cock, but he didn't want to risk hurting you and consequently never wanting to try again. 

you chuckled softly, remembering that you're indeed out of lube. alex ended up overdoing it last time because he felt like it was never enough. or maybe he just liked to see how easily he could fuck you from behind, seeing how his cock disappeared inside your hole that was tighter and warmer than your pussy.

“maybe next time?” you suggested, feeling the tip of his tongue threatening to enter, the sensation almost overwhelming you. 

“yeah. i'll remember to buy the whole supply of lube next time i stop by the drugstore.” he said, giving you one last lick, one of his hands went down to stroke his cock lightly, he was hard as a rock at this point, aching to be inside you. his internal struggle with music could wait a bit.

alex's right hand spread your right ass cheek while his left hand guided his cock to your entrance, playing a bit with you, his tip threatening to enter, making a small “pop” when he pulled back. you were about to complain about it, but your unspoken words disappeared when he eased inside you, his thick cock filling every space as if it was molded especially for you.

“oh fuck, yes…” you gasped, your hands closing into fists on the edges of the desk, your knuckles turning white as he bottomed out slowly, pulling back until he saw his tip, slamming back inside your cunt again.

“fucking love this pussy, did i tell you that already?” he groaned, lifting your leg so you could bend more on the desk, allowing him to bury his cock deeper inside your clenching walls. 

“everyday.” you said. you almost smiled at the thought if he wasn't picking up his pace gradually, your mind and body filled by him and only him. his fingers gripping the flesh of your ass cheeks, leaving a red mark upon their wake. 

alex collected a small amount of saliva on his mouth, angling his head to spat directly on your asshole, watching how it slided, coating his cock as he moved in and out of you at a frantic pace, the desk hitting the wall with each violent thrust. 

he couldn't help but brought his thumb there, circling the tight ring teasingly, threatening to go in a little bit more and more, until the tip of his thumb went through, stretching you just a little, but it was enough to make you gasp and clench more around him.

“do you like that, hmm? do you like having your holes filled by me?" he growled when he reached your ear, his thumb sinking deeper into your hole until his knuckle, making you squirm even more, whining in pleasure as you nodded, the idea of letting him take you from behind like this didn't sound so bad even with the lack of lube. “dirty little thing.”

you brought your hand to your clit, your eager fingers trying to build the pleasure faster as your body heated up, like there's an inferno inside you. but no, it was alex. just alex.

alex notices your subtle moves between your legs, his thumb abandoning your gaping hole to grab your wrist, pinning it behind your back, holding it tightly with his other free hand.

“no. only i can do this.” he said, his voice sounding demanding and authoritative despite the husky tone. it wasn't like you couldn't touch yourself, but he loved the idea of touching you, of being the only reason you're completely destroyed after he's done with you. he wanted to be everything to you and do everything for you.

your hand was replaced by his, his fingers already coated with your wetness when he rubbed against your folds, feeling the outline of his cock sliding in and out of you, filling you to the brim and even making you stand on the tip of your toes.

“a-alex, i'm gonna cum, please…” you panted, almost passing out, he was taking you so hard, like he was angry or frustrated with you. yeah, he was frustrated, but not with you. never with you.

“yeah, i know, baby.” he whispered, rubbing your clit sloppily because of the position, but still making you go crazy with his movements, hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again, determined to reduce you to a crying mess as you came on his cock and your body collapses onto the desk. 

in no time, the feeling of orgasm hits you hard, your whole body lost all strength and you felt the knot in your stomach undoing abruptly, your breath completely disappearing for a few seconds, replaced by a moan that was almost a scream.

contrary to what you thought, he didn't stop there. firstly, you didn't even know why you thought he would stop. he never stops after your first orgasm.

he flipped you over, slipping out of you just to fill you up again, not even giving you time to open your eyes to look at him, forcing your sore pussy to accommodate his veiny and angry cock once again.

“too cockdrunk already?” he smirks at your wrecked state, making you rest your calves on his shoulders. you didn't even need to answer him, even because you could barely form coherent words.

he continued at the same intensity while you tried to escape because you were already crying and didn't know if you could handle the overstimulation he was giving you, your legs wobbly like jelly failing on his sides, being supported by his forearms since his hands were gripping your thighs, preventing you from running away or closing your legs.

“come for me again, darlin’. i know you can do it.” alex said to you, his voice sounding like a rough melody as his face came close to yours, placing kisses along your jaw. 

and again, another orgasm consumed you in a much more intense way, your cervix hurt and you felt that you're so aroused and wet that it was already running down your legs as you cried out.

“so pretty.” he praised you, his index finger strolling through your half-open lips, passing through them and entering your mouth, pressing on your tongue. “wider.” he commanded, putting more pressure on your tongue with his finger, forcing you to open your mouth wider.

he took his finger out of your mouth, squeezing your face with his firm hand as he spat inside your mouth, hitting your tongue and the back of your throat. it didn't catch you by surprise, actually. it just turned you on, even if you were already at the height of your sensitivity.

“swallow.” he tapped your cheek, allowing you to swallow it without even thinking, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out just to show him that you did it. “good fucking girl.” he said proudly, his cock twitching at your submissive side, teetering the edge. “fuck, 'm gonna cum, baby. where do you want?”

“inside me.” you answered without thinking twice. it wasn't like you didn't like it when he came on your face or in your mouth or on your tits. but you liked the primal feeling of him spilling all his cum inside you. he chuckled darkly.

“greedy. want my cum all to yourself?” he asked and you nodded, finding the strength to lock your legs around him as he picked up his pace slightly, chasing his own release after making you cum twice. 

“you know that i love it when you fill me up.” you whispered, propping yourself up on your elbows to reach his bottom lip, nibbling it gently as he grabbed you, holding you close as his head sank into the curve of your neck.

“oh fuck, f-fuck…” he choked on his own words as he came inside you, spilling jets his seed deep inside your cunt to the point that it leaked out, staining your legs and your bathrobe. “jesus fucking…” he paused, catching his breath as the last remnants leave his body to fill you. “christ.”

you finally could let your body dismantle on the desk, your head resting on the window sill, your blurry vision trying to get used to the view of the blue sky on that particularly sunny afternoon. 

“you good?” he asked you, still buried deep inside you, giving you sweet kisses along your stomach. 

“always good with you.” you smiled at him when he reached your chest, resting his head on your left boob, listening to the rapid beating of your heart. 

“you just gave me an idea, y'know?” he whispered to you, his warm and ragged breathing tickling your skin. “my beautiful inspiring muse. don't know what would become of me without you.”

“you flatter me.” you chuckled, running your hand through his messy hair, his sweaty scalp moistened the tips of your fingers. 

“just telling the truth.” he chuckled along with you, his pretty and wide eyes looking at you in awe. “i love you.” he whispered again, as if he was sharing a secret that only you needed to know.

you looked back at him, taking the sight of his face so close to yours. you were looking at him with that loving gaze while you felt the blood flow increase in your veins because your heart was beating too fast. but it was impossible not to have that feeling when looking at his slightly contorted mouth as he absentmindedly bit the inside of his cheek, his cheekbones were flushed and his eyes again took on that slightly greenish brown hue when the light reflected off them in that underexposure of colors that matched the ebony of his hair unruly now without the hair gel.

yeah, you loved him too.

“i love you too.” you answered him, seeing the smile forming on his lips, the corners of his eyes getting a bit wrinkly. you loved these little features of him. 

he leaned in to kiss you, his body moved and consequently his soft cock slipped out of you, you both groaning softly at the disconnection. but the kiss made it better. 

“i’ll have to take another shower.” you mumbled between his lips when you felt his cum running out of you, running down your thighs. he chuckled, it wasn't like you're complaining, much less that he had regretted it. “when will you work on your idea?”

he pretended to think, his lips still sealed in yours.

“after the shower.” he blowed some air inside your mouth like he was inflating a balloon. you laughed, rolling your eyes. he always played these stupid pranks on you, but you loved it. 

“will you join me?" you asked with raised eyebrows.

“only if you have me.” 

you didn't have to answer him.

[saturnville]

the formula one world

all pieces related to formula one

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧. the journey between friends transitioning to lovers.

bite. in which two friends cross a line people have been waiting for them to cross.

skin tight. in which two friends cross a line people have been waiting for them to cross...and it comes with consequences.

do you want to. in which two friends cross a line people have been waiting for them to cross...and it works out.

queen mother. it's her first mother's day

father's day. it's his first father's day.

𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧. in which wearing his shirt brings her comfort.

𝐢𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧. in which two newlyweds bask in the essence of one another.

𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧. non-physical intimacy is just as important as physical intimacy.

a night off, lewis hamilton. she just wants him to relax and enjoy a night off.

oops, lewis hamilton. she gives him an unexpected show.

why? lewis hamilton. he asks a question, she gives an answer.

brown sugar, lewis hamilton. he's in love with her. she's too blind to see it.

[uhzuku]

╰─▸ ❝ ‘𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚’ ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐭. 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “what did you just call me?” he asks, suddenly feeling the slightest bit paranoid, “don’t you fucking ignore me — what the fuck did you just call me?!”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: touya todoroki/gn!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.57k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, quirkless au, plug dabi, drugs, mentions of dealing, drug dealer dabi, previously established relationship, said relationship prob at least a lil bit toxic but hey it’s dabi so who cares, weed, cocaine mentions, suicide mentions, angst w a happy ending.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“you need to be more careful.”

the words, simple as they are, bring dabi’s hand to a stop as he lifts it and the blunt between his index and middle finger to his lips as he sat lazily on the dingy couch he favored within your shitty apartment. you were at the kitchen counter, doing something or other as he put together the flower in a pretty line before wrapping, and you weren’t looking at him. dabi waits expectantly, unsure where you were going with this topic of conversation. he takes a deep breath and rolls his eyes when you remain silent; of course you were about to start nagging him again. at this point it was your second nature. god, sometimes the way you worried for him was so fucking annoying — it was always ‘be careful, touya!’ and ‘where’s all this blood from, touya?!’ and ‘you doing this is scary, touya!’, and that shit got real fucking old the first three times. where he was and what he did was none of your fucking business; he hated it enough that shigaraki had found out about you a while back on accident and now liked to ask about you to try and fuck with his head. you being so fucking nosy all the damn time never fucking helped his nerves.

“what?” he finally asks, voice low and smooth as he rolled from what he’d taken earlier without your knowledge; you were fine with the weed, and you tolerated the coke, but god you hated the fucking pills and you never failed to let him know it. he’d promised months ago that you’d never see him taking another one, and dabi guessed you’d assumed it meant he wouldn’t fake any at all — but he’d meant what he’d said, and he’d not let you catch him popping yet. 

“i said you need to be more careful!” you hiss, slamming your hand down on the counter, and he fights the urge to jump in surprise; calm persona aside, the past never dies, and his was no exception. “do you know who knocked on my fucking door this afternoon?”

“no, but i bet you’ll tell me,” dabi mutters, bringing the blunt to his lips like he’d intended and snagging his lighter from his pocket. as he lights it and takes a deep, long drag, he practically hears the rage fill you as you spin around to face him. 

“the fucking cops were here, dabi, and they were asking about you.” your voice, more venomous than he’s ever heard it, makes him cough as the smoke goes down wrong, and little trails of it rise from his mouth as he turns to you in shock — not over the little reveal of the police being after him ( as that was nothing new ), but over something else.

“what did you just call me?” he asks, suddenly feeling the slightest bit paranoid; he was already fucking anxious all the damn time, it was why he took so much shit, but this was looking to turn into a bad trip with the bomb you’d just dropped on him. you don’t answer, instead sighing and holding your face with one hand in a mixture of annoyance and resignation. he stands, his figure slightly wobbly, and with a shaky voice questions again, “don’t you fucking ignore me — what the fuck did you just call me?”

“i called you dabi,” you snap, looking up at him again, “what the fuck else do you expect?! you’re in this bullshit with shigaraki so fucking deep that you’ve brought the fucking cops here of all places. maybe now you’ll fucking take this shit seriously — i’m done, dabi.” you turn away, crossing your arms and glaring out the window. 

dabi staggers a little as he begins walking towards you, panic filling his lungs like water in a drowning man’s. you couldn’t leave him, not after all the shit the two of you had been through together! he’d dropped the other bitches he was seeing just so he could focus on you, shared his private stash with you, had learned your favorite meals and what snacks were your favorite. he’d given you a key to his apartment and had let you sleep there with him, had slept over at your place, had cooked for you ( burnt it all to ash accidentally, but he’d always known he was dogshit in the kitchen ). he’d told you things he’d never told anyone, not even that fucker takami who seemed hellbent on being some sort of buddy ( and who he’d begrudgingly started hanging out with every other weekend when you told him to go have fun with friends rather than spend all his free time alone or with you and had insisted he start with that blond dumbass of all people ) — hell, he’d finally walked out on his folks when you’d told him enough was enough and that the way their treatment of him wasn’t okay after he’d broken down in fromt of you, had told you everything. touya needed you like he needed fucking air, you weren’t allowed to fucking leave him! it’d kill him — no, he’d fucking kill himself.

he presses his front to your back, throwing his arms around you. the smell of weed drifts slightly through the air as he lets the discarded blunt burn away on its own in the ashtray on the table, ignoring the high he’d been chasing in favor of clinging to you like a lost child. 

you were good to him. he actually loved you. and now he was scared. 

“you’re not leaving me, right baby?” he asks, his mouth dry ( and not from the weed ). “you’re gonna stay with me?” his hands shake where they press against you, and he’s dead sure that you feel it, but you don’t mention it; he’s grateful for it. 

you’re quiet for a long time, longer than he’s comfortable with, and he grows antsier by the second as the silence fills the room. “i don’t know yet,” you finally mutter, and his heart plummets. a fresh wave of panic fills him, unused to the way you were acting. you were always so good, so kind to him — and yeah, at first it had started as a way for you to get flower and little amounts of powder ( after he introduced you to it during a party one of your friends was hosting that he was invited to so he could supply ), but now? hell, he was the one getting loaded these days. as far as dabi knew you’d been clean for months. 

yeah. as far as he knew. 

“what does — what does that mean?” he asks quietly, swallowing hard and blinking a little to push away the sting in his eyes. he hated how attached he’d gotten to you, hated how much he cared now; at first all your handsome smiles and playful winks got you was him inside you and a discount on the merchandise, but now? now your were in his heart, you were in his head — hell, sometikes it felt as if you’d ripped his body open and crawled inside, making yourself at home in him in a way no one else ever had or would. 

“it means… god, dabi, i don’t know,” you reply, pulling away from him ever so slightly, “it probably means this is it — for us, at least. i can’t take this anymore.” a whine builds up in his throat and he draws you close again, pressing his face into your neck to hide the way his eyes stung from you.

“don’t say that,” he whispers, his fingers digging into your skin desperately. “please, for the love of god, say anything but that — yell at me, scream and throw things, hit me even, but don’t say that. don’t say that we’re over.”

“aren’t we?” you ask tiredly. “dabi, you never listen to me—“

“touya,” he murmurs, lifting his face to gently nuzzle his nose against your jaw. “please. touya.”

you sigh. “dabi. you don’t listen. time and time again i’ve begged for you to please just make sure you aren’t followed by cops because i don’t want the dirty fucks near my home, much less speaking to me — i don’t ask you to change who you are, i just want you to use your fucking brain sometimes and maybe think about how your actions are going to affect people other than yourself.”

“i know,” he replies quietly, shuffling impossibly closer to you. “i’ll do better. just please — don’t start talking about us not being an ‘us’ anymore. i’m yours, i always have been, won’t ever be anyone else’s.”

“i know,” you mirror, finally pressing back into him. “touya…”

yes, he thinks, letting his eyes close in relief. yes. that’s me. 

“please.” is all you say, and he nods against you. 

“i understand,” he says, and the two of you relax into each others’ grip. the charged atmosphere dissolves, and in the back of his mind dabi registers that his roll is fucked up and that the blunt is likely ash now, but he can’t being himself to care. “do you want to order in and eat in bed watching tv tonight?” he offers quietly, and he can practically hear you smile. 

“promise not to fall asleep halfway through like some old fucking geezer?” you ask teasingly, and he laughs against you. 

“can’t make any promises, doll, but i’ll try.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[drachonia]

𝐚 𝐫 𝐜 𝐚 𝐧 𝐢 𝐭 𝐲 .

Kinktober 2024 Day 10 Jude Jazza x OC insert (Camille)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this one is gonna be a lil' different; if you've read the 'Dark If' stories from JP. Not much spoilers here, but it will be referenced a bit - so if fairytale AUs aren't your jam, feel free to skip this one <3. sorry it got posted later than usual, i've been pretty busy with school and had little inspo for this one in particular. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: i am so sorry i forgor the tags! @candiedcoffeedrops @candied-boys 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: accidental stimulation, jude being jude (with a hint of spice).

The large library thrummed at every square inch with magic, its owner thumbing quietly through the spines that lined the sturdy ornate shelves.

He heard the quiet padding of the princess’ flats across the tile before he saw her, glancing out of the corner of his eye at her. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and back like tiny waterfalls of ink, some tendrils falling to the floor like a dress’ train.

“Whaddya want, princess?” The fae curled his lip, staring her down as she sat in the chair beside the one he usually sat in. He rolled his eyes when she didn’t answer, waving a hand to pour a cup of tea for his guest. The pot levitating as it poured over into a cup, silverwares stirring the milk and sugar in quietly before settling back into place on the tray.

The young woman watched her guarded sorcerer intently as he lingered at the shelf a while longer before finding the title he wanted and walking back over to the chair beside her.

It had been awhile since the pair had — shockingly — become lovers, but the princess wouldn’t trade his company for the world. As soon as he settled in next to her, she grasped his hand gently, lacing her fingers through his and pulling it to her chest gently, giving the curve of his knuckles a tender kiss. The fae’s breath hitched as he watched her lips travel gently down his wrist along the back of his hand. He shifted slightly, glancing back to his book and trying to focus on the bland book in his other hand. Then her lips turned his hand in hers, kissing his inner wrist.

And the sorcerer snapped.

He turned sharply and gave his lover a deep, hungry kiss to hide the heady moan that built up in his throat, only to part with both of them gasping for breath.

“Ya should know better by now that ya don’t start kiss in’ any part of me unless ya want it back tenfold.” He growled a hair’s breadth from her lips, each word fanning with heat across her cheeks, “Do it again, I dare ya. You know exactly what’ll happen.” The man narrowed his eyes

his big hand held her head with an almost claw-like grip, cheeks squished gently. It was a rather attractive sight to see her looking at him with flushed cheeks pressed between his fingers, those pale eyes of hers lidded as she still held his other hand, slowly lacing her fingers through his, turning it back to kiss at the veins that ran along the back of his hands. He even felt the light brush of her tongue against his skin for a moment, jaw clenching and unclenching.

“Alright, that fuckin’ does it…!” He snarled, standing upright and lifting her roughly into a princess carry in his arms. Her soft squeaks and protests were quieted the minute he snapped his fingers and whisked them off to his chambers in the opposite wing of the castle. He lightly tossed her on the bed, “You know I told you not to do that, and you didn’t listen.” He huffed as he tugged the ties to his shirt loose, slipping the garment over his head and exposing lean muscle when he leaned over her body.

“I know…” she answered softly, “Sometimes I like when you let go like this with me, you trust me to see you vulnerable like this.”

Heavens above, this princess was awful for his health.

“You don’t know nothin’…now you’re gonna shut it and feel me for a bit or ya won’t like the consequences.” he chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he pressed kiss after kiss to her wrists, trailing up to her elbow and toward her inner arm to kiss her shoulder. Eventually the sweet but rough pressing of his lips and tongue to her skin left the princess no other option than to let out a breathy whine.

“That’s it…Nnn…” he hummed against her collar, biting deep near the base of her neck and lapping at the harsh marks with the tip of his tongue. He admired his handiwork for a moment before he started to tug roughly at the ties holding her gown in place. Eventually, a loud and harsh ripping sound filled the room as he pulled the binding of the corset behind her back apart, too frustrated to deal with the lacing to wait. He felt her hand thump against his chest as she squealed,

“That was my favorite—“

“I’ll buy ya another fuckin’ dozen…” he snarled, kissing her deep and pressing her wrists against the bed, his knee nudging her legs apart beneath her skirt and feeling how her bare flesh warmed his thigh. The loud rip repeated as he tore her skirt down the middle and let the fabric rest beneath her hips as he reached for the fabric tied at his waist, loosening it to relieve some pressure as his hand found her soaked folds.

“For such a bratty princess, ya sure do like gettin’ tormented, huh?” He purred, her slick folds yielding to the pads of his fingers as he eased two of them in slowly, grunting at the tight warmth that enveloped, “Shit, you’re tight…” the fae hissed, leaning over her and curling his arm to ease his fingers deeper into the princess, her arms released above her head, now fisted behind her in the sheets as she whimpered his name over and over like a mantra that kept her sane. Each pass of his fingers over her clit as he pulled them back only led to another delving of fingers back inside until the sorcerer had set the steady pace of thrusting them into his princess. Once she was wet enough, he started to spread the fingers slowly, gently working her insides to open up for him slightly. His amethyst eyes focused in on how wet she’d gotten and how she dripped around his knuckles in such a way that contradicted her sweet and ethereal appearance. Her cries grew in volume, prompting him to pull his fingers out, earning a whimper from her.

“Alright…” he grunted, sucking his fingers clean and staring down at her like he was appraising an artifact of great value. He fumbled with his pants, pushing them down his hips and kicking them off at his ankles along with his shoes. Climbing over the maiden, he positioned himself at her entrance while her deep sapphire begged for him. With a single thrust, he managed to push inside, her whine mixing with his groan in a soft harmony. The sorcerer braced both hands on either side of her, rolling and flicking his hips each time with heady, addicted moans, staring down at his princess as if in a trance. For a moment he questioned to himself if he was even sane anymore because of her.

"Fuck…!" he panted after awhile, the pleasure in his gut building like mana in the core od his being. Gentle and oh so warm.

Managing to give a few more deep strokes with his hips, the fae finally spilled into his beloved with a low, gutteral moan, his nails digging into the bedding enough that feather down started to fall out of the quilt.

"Fuck, ya drive me mad, princess…" he panted, brow relaxing as he rested his forehead against hers, feeling cool hands on his heated cheeks and gentle lips on the tip of his nose.

He was tormented by her sweetness, soft as moonlight, but he figured that — at this rate — maybe that torment wasn’t too bad if it meant their eternity.

[alwaysvivid]

𝐜 𝐚 𝐥 𝐚 𝐦 𝐢 𝐭 𝐲

an event causing great and sudden damage or distress ; a disaster. a state of deep despair or misery caused by major misfortune

PLOT after the dispatch reveal of sarang and jaehyun cece has the conversation she hoped she never would.

CHARACTERS cece lee ˒ jung jaehyun ˒ vivid

mentions of doe @bratpak & sarang @nct-krown

WORD COUNT 2.7k

GENRE a lot of angst and heartbreak

PLAYLIST c e c e

﹙ send in songs that remind you of cece.⠀﹚

[ jan ‘24 ]

“cece give me the phone.”

“no. i need to speak. i need to hear him, he needs to explain to me. he’s my boyfriend. he owes me an answer! i need to speak,” cece spoke through sniffles as she sat cross legged on her bedroom floor waiting for jaehyun to pick up.

sora’s patience was notoriously known for being thin but with jaehyun it basically did not exist. this coupled with the fact that he was obviously avoiding cece’s calls, she had reached her final straw.“cece give it to me-!” she attempted to yank the phone out of the crying girl's hands . that was until jaehyun's soft voice echoed around the room.

“hello?”

he finally picked up. after she had tried 5 times already he finally answered the phone.cece yanked the phone away from her friend with a strength she didn't know she had only to lose all that confidence just as fast as it appeared.

the silence that followed was suffocating. despite being so desperate to speak to him, cece felt that she didn’t have the words, her sniffles were all that he could hear through the phone.

sora tugged at cece’s arm once more, managing to separate her phone from her ear just that much more so that she would be heard.

“you’re a fucking piece of shit jaehyun! again ? you did this …again! what the fuck is wrong with you-”cece grabbed the phone once again before sora could say anything more.

“is it true?” her voice was soft as she spoke. “you and hayley… is it?”

all cece could hear was jaehyuns breathing, and a slight shuffle indicating he was moving around. but nothing more.

“please tell me it isn’t.”

silence.

cece was already on edge when january 1st rolled around, ever since heeyoung and jisung’s faces were plastered everywhere they looked 3 years ago all of the vivid girls dreaded the day. dispatch had created a haunting tradition of announcing idol couples every new year’s day and shattering their worlds in the process. and despite cece’s previous anxieties nothing could have prepared her for what dropped at midnight.

NCT’s Jaehyun and Sarang are reportedly dating.

“yoonoh ,” she gripped her phone tightly as she sighed out his government name. “is it real? please just tell me. please!”

jaehyun let out a sigh before finally speaking, “cece you know the answer to that.”

“clearly she fucking doesn’t,” sora commented, raising her voice enough fro jaehyun to hear across the line. cece wiped at her teary eyes before shooting her best friend a stern look. she loved sora’s fierce loyalty but right now she needed her to just shut up.

“just let me explain, baby, please?”

“no” sora interrupted once again as she gave cece a stern look. “sora get out.”

her face dropped along with her jaw hearing the words leave her mouth. the two girls stared at each other with cold expressions as they both waited for the other to crack. sora rolled her eyes dramatically as she watched cece softly ask jaehyun to give them a second.

cece never listened to anyone when it came to jaehyun. no one could say anything to her about the boy. if anyone ever tried to, she would go on and on about how no one understood them the way that they understood each other. she’d tell them how they were clearly made for each other and no relationship was perfect.they just had some “bumps” in the road. those bumps being jaehyun’s constant infidelity. it was always an us versus them situation, if anything ever went on in their relationship it was never jaehyun’s fault. when sora told her about the night where he tried hitting on her cece didn't speak for almost 3 weeks but she stayed with jaehyun throughout all that time. when doe tried to tell her that he was the one leading their short lived affair cece never listened. even after doe looked her in the eye and called her a ‘fucking idiot’ for believing jaehyun she still hates her to this day and refuses to forgive her no matter what she says. yet she forgave jaehyun so fast sora swore she got whiplash. she took him back.

“please sora … i love you but i need to do this alone.”

she was so stubborn. but sora knew that even though the thought of leaving cece’s side in this moment destroyed her heart she had to just let her learn her lesson on her own, no matter how many times she would be in the same situation. she needed to do this alone.

sora let out an irritated huff , her face still sour as she agreed and left the broken hearted girl sitting alone on the floor as jaehyun waited for the go ahead to speak again.

cece took a deep breath as she picked her phone up again.“i’m listening jae,”

she heard him let out a sigh before he spoke.

“ all those photos are out of context. i promise. they were taken after practice when we’d go on a 7/11 run ,nothing else. you can ask any of the members, we were getting group snacks.”

he spoke as gently as he always did. so soft and slow as if he'd never do anything more than love her. the sweetness of his tone wrapping cece in a blanket of calmness. yet she still found herself shutting her eyes tight as a means to stop the stream of tears spilling out of her eyes, they felt as though they would never stop. part of cece wanted to believe the innocence of the photos but she couldn’t help but doubt his words. even if this particular set of photos were not incriminating , a part of her knew that wasn’t the whole truth.

“ that isn’t true. we both know thats not the trut-”cece choked up towards the end, not being able to finish her sentence. her voice was tightening as she felt her heart sink deeper and deeper into her stomach.

there had been rumblings for a while that jaehyun had been seeing hayley behind her back. minji had said before that their relationship was suspicious, even claiming she’d caught hayley coming back from the boys dorms in the early hours of the morning

“i know jaehyun ,cece. i’ve known him for a disgustingly long time and i know his clothes. she was wearing his hoodie.i even asked johnny at practice and he said hayley did come over. she mainly hung out with jaehyun, ‘listening to his vinyls’.”

cece ignored it all like she always did.

her head fell back onto her bed in frustration as she waited for his answer. he had a habit of talking slowly, analyzing every word he was about to speak before saying them aloud. and usually cece found it endearing but in that moment it was the most annoying thing she’d ever encountered. “just tell me the truth jaehyun. right now, every fucking thing.” her voice was still fragile, wobbling slightly as she spoke.

“i am that’s the truth about the photos-“

“it’s not about the fucking photos!” cece interrupted, her frustration making her voice raise slightly but that didn’t mask the pain in it. “what? ”

his confusion had cece’s blood boiling in a way she’d never experienced before. what did he mean ‘what?’

“it’s about the actual article yoonoh. is it true?”

“baby-“

“now jaehyun! oh my god! please just… fuck!” cece’s frustrations had reached their peak, her voice dripping with desperation as she pleaded with the person she believed was the love of her life. “please,” she spoke softly as she closed her eyes, “are you seeing hayley?”

"i'm not ..." he let out a sigh, "i’m not seeing her. that’s not a lie.”

“but you’ve been sleeping with her haven't you?”

the long pause of silence that followed told cece everything she needed to know. the silence that lingered stabbed her heart; she felt like she couldn't breathe. she didn't expect him to say anymore, he'd never admitted anything overtly so she thought this was all she got. this was what she had prepared for, the answer of silence.but what happened next was so much worse than she had mentally prepared herself for.

“yes.”

cece’s heart shattered so overwhelmingly that she swore it was audible all across the country. she hadn't even realised she'd started crying again until sora burst through the door and softly shushed her in a comforting way. she grabbed the taller girl and hugged her close to her chest trying to soothe her erratic breathing that barely managed to come out between her earth shattering sobs. sora rested her lips on her forehead as her hands slowly stroked through her hair but that seemed to make her cry even harder.

“how long?” cece spoke between sobs, her words barely coming out.

“ce-”

“just answer the question please! how long were you cheating on me jaehyun?” cece yelled into the phone her emotions boiling over. if he was to finally admit to the one thing he convinced her was impossible he might as well give her the timeline. it's what she deserved.

jaehyun paused once again. his long beats of silence stretched their phone call much longer than it needed to be.

“jaehyun-!”

“around 6 months.”

“oh my god!” cece screamed as she buried her face deeper into sora’s chest. she couldnt breathe and it was starting to overwhelm her, she could pass out.

“ but it ended 3 months ago because she wasn't you. you know i love you, i’ll always love you. you're my sun, my person, the only person i feel myself around. she was nothing, a terrible mistake, the worst thing i’ve ever done. it didn't mean anything.i only want you, you're all that matters to me. i’ll do better, i'll do anything that will make this better because i love you. its you and me forever. i’m so sorry baby please listen to me.-”

sora grabbed the phone at that, “fuck you jaehyun. go to hell.” she spat the words out before hanging up. she was tired of hearing his stupid voice and poetic words that would pull cece back into their obsessive bubble. she knew it always worked but not this time and sora would make sure of that.

the rest of the members moved into the room as soon as they heard her heart aching sobs, they may have been muffled by sora’s yelling but they still echoed throughout the dorm. heeyoung ran in, joining them on the floor as she wrapped her arms around cece joining sora. dayna and yuri treaded more lightly as they came in, tissue, water and chocolate in hand as they kneeled in front of her.

cece felt as if she couldn't breath, she felt her throat close up around each molecule of oxygen as she choked out her breath. cece's mind was everywhere remembering everything at once: every touch ,every kiss, every i love you. everything that used to make her incredibly happy manifested as tiny needles that poked at her heart. everything felt hollow. anything that involved jaehyun was tainted. cece wished she could just act as if she wasn't shattered but she couldn't. she just couldn't stop crying.

" what's wrong with me?" cece whispered her voice wobbling as her tears fell in thick streams down her cheeks. the girls around her shushed her words, dismissing them immediately.

"there is absolutely nothing wrong with you cece. you're easily one of the best people i've ever met," sora emphasized, kissing the crown of her head. all the girls' voices morphed into one massive loving blur as they continued to sing her praises but it wasn’t enough for cece.

she knew they wouldn’t say it but she could feel that her members thought she was being ridiculous. but she couldn’t help it. she needed it to make sense and that was the only thing that made sense. he always said she was his everything, his sun. but if this was true then what had him running off to girls like sora,hayley and . she always had a nagging feeling that jaehyun was never really happy with just cece , in her entirety. he always dismissed it as her insecurities and swore she was everything and more. but if he actually believed that this wouldn’t have happened, cece was nothing like hayley . she felt that they actually felt more like opposites. she was alluring, soft and mysterious whilst cece was goofy, loud and talkative. hayley was a classic type of beauty whilst she was more modern and charming. cec never doubted that she was a pretty girl but no matter how confident she was in her looks there was no denying that hayley had a once in a lifetime type of beauty. they were direct opposites, something made him want her opposite. why did jaehyun want the opposite of her?

" then why- if all of that is true then why was i never enough for him?" she let out the most intensely sad sob, her hand flying up to cover her mouth immediately.

all the girls' faces dropped immediately as they shook their heads and swaddled her even deeper into the group hug.nothing worked to soothe cece. they tried everything before deciding just to hold her and let her cry. words were not working but their presence and comfort seemed like it did even if it was a minuscule improvement.

no one said a word for what felt like hours. if they did speak cece’s sobs drowned them out. she felt szick. her sobs felt like they came from the pits of her stomach, shifting any food she had left and making her ill.

everyone's head whipped to the side as they heard cece's phone ring again. heeyoung wanted to pick it up, the fire in her eyes evident.dayna held her back just as she was about to make a move to answer it,no doubt ready to tell both of them off. heeyoung huffed getting the message and flopping back down in front of cece.

"i'm gonna kill him," heeyoung said, her voice showing no signs of hesitation or humour, cece lifted up her head to see that her face was just as serious. she chuckled sadly as she rested her head onto yuri's shoulder. “ i'm blocking his number.” dayna declared as she picked up the phone, “do you wanna get dinner?” she asked as she placed it down seconds later, job done.

cece shook her head as she slowly climbed onto her bed. she was drained, it was clear to see. her eyes puffy and red whilst her cheeks housed never ending tears, it was clear her day was done.

the girls all received the message as they slowly made their way out of her room. “you are everything and more,cecelia. don’t forget that." sora whispered as she placed a sweet kiss on her best friend's cheek. with that she was gone.

and cece was alone. there was nothing cece hated more than being alone.

[brightymir]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 || 𝐭. 𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

》 contains: description of demon slaying, post-swordsmith village arc, minor spoilers for hashira training arc

》 genre: comfort, fluff

》 wc: ±1k

》 muichiro tokito x gn!demon slayer!reader

》 a/n: hello! please enjoy this muichiro work as season 4 comes to an end. i honestly cannot wait for the next season i am literally on the edge of my seat! thank you for 1.2k and thank you everyone for your love and support and pls keep safe, healthy, and obssessing on mui! ♡

》 synopsis: the mist finally cleared and all his questions were answered. he knew that the best is yet to come, especially with you. 

you huffed and panted as you quickly made your way around the headquarters, having just returned from your own mission in the east. your footsteps were light and quick, as you were clearly in a hurry. the sword hung on your waist jingled with a light clanging sound along with your movements and bounce.

upon arriving at the butterfly estate, aoi was already at the front, expecting your arrival. she gave you a light smile and approached you, her blue eyes studying you and your body to check for injuries.

"aoi! oh thank heavens you're here, whe-" she cut you off before you can even continue any further.

"you have a cut here, on your left thigh. you're clearly bleeding, y/n! your uniform is even soaked from the blood." she scolded you and frowned, turning away and crossing her arms.

you chuckled and pat her head, making her turn to you again. "aoi, it's not fatal. it's merely a scratch from the demon i fought. there's not even poison or demon art in it!" you reasoned to calm her down. she stared at you for a few more seconds before sighing and continued hanging linens.

"he's in the infirmary, in the second room. he just finished his lunch, he's probably asleep." she said and gave you a wide smile, winking at you knowingly.

wasting no more than a second, you quickly and swiftly made your way through the halls of the butterfly estate. it was fairly empty at this time, unlike during the natagumo mountain mission wherein there were a lot of slayers who had received treatment.

you passed by the first door and heard the quiet slither of a serpent. you smiled to yourself and assumed that it was kanroji who was in the room, accompanied by iguro. you decided to check on her later to save yourself from the irritation of the male hashira.

stopping at the closed door, you took a deep breath and steeled yourself. you have heard from shinobu that muichiro has regained his memories and is lively as ever. though he did receive a handful of injuries from the upper moon alongside poisoning, he was nearing full recovery.

three knocks resounded throughout the room, and muichiro's eyes flew to the door. his eyes sparkled as he had a gut feeling who was behind the door. he sat up straight and brushed his hair away from his face.

"come in." he said which made your eyes widen and made your jaw fall from surprise. even his voice had changed, it was lighter and sounded more carefree now. you slid the door open and your eyes fell to his figure.

he was sitting upright with his back pressed against the headboard. his upper body was bare since a few bandages were wrapped around his torso and chest. you can see faint marks of needles on his face and neck, but it was not alarming and instead, were slowly fading with time.

half of his hair was tied back and the other half cascaded down his back. his hands were more calloused than the last time you saw him and... and...

his eyes were bright and shining, no longer dull and void. rather, it was full of glee and hope, of love and joy, of relief and peace.

his right hand reached out to you and your feet began to walk towards him, taking his hand and giving it a light squeeze before you sat by his side.

the last thing you would've expected to see on him is a genuine smile, but there it was. a sweet, warm, and beautiful smile plastered on his lips as his eyes crinkled to reflect the true happiness he felt at that moment.

tears welled at your eyes as you fought them back. muichiro noticed and sat up even straighter, leaning forward to pull you in a hug. a tight and reassuring one, full of tenderness and explosive emotions.

"mui... you're back, you're safe and... and you defeated an upper moon by yourself, and.. and you're back, you're you again, mui." you whispered softly to him which made him chuckle. his hands comfortingly ran up and down your back as you felt him smile against your shoulder.

he pulled back to ruffle your hair, making a mess out of it. "you're such a massive cry baby." he playfully mocked you and laughed heartily, the sound was like music to your ears. you scoffed and poked his chest playfully.

"now i don't know which one's harder to deal with. the sullen you or the teasing you." you huffed and turned away from him.

his hand found its way to yours and he interlocked your fingers. your eyes kept gazing into his teal, bright ones. you cannot get enough of how majestic and breathtaking he looks all the time. he's especially gorgeous now that the mist has cleared.

"y/n, the fog has lifted now. everything's crystal clear, i'm not living in a blur anymore, i'm not chasing my memories. i can now see things the way they are. and you're here, with me. and with you, i know where i'm meant to go." he spoke, his voice laced with sincerity and overflowing with dedication. your smile only widened as tears came to your eyes even more, those words meant the world to you.

"i'm always here, mui. always, for you. 'm not going anywhere. we'll always be together, and everything's much more different now, but somehow, still the same." you replied before planting a kiss on his forehead, hearing him sigh in contentment.

a few moments passed when he sat up and his gaze flew to your body. he huffed and poked your sides, squinting at you and raising a brow.

"you should get your wound treated, your blood is staining the floor."

the moon was high in the sky and you smiled in relief and happiness as you heard the sounds of his soft breathing quietly bounce off the walls of the room. you held onto his hand, a promise to never let go.

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the trees behind your villa swayed with the wind, making you snap your head towards your back garden. you cleared your throat to gain the attention of the slayers who were engrossed in your durability training.

"let's take a break for an hour, i've prepared some food and refreshments at the kitchen, please help yourselves!" they all collectively let out a sigh of relief and gratitude.

the slayers have just finished muichiro's training and by the drained and almost dead-like state they were in as they arrived at your estate, you had a slight idea of how strict and uptight muichiro was with their training.

you made your way to your back garden and saw muichiro sitting on the swing, enjoying the afternoon breeze. his head turned to look at you and the sun illuminated his face, making him look more dignified and warm in this angle.

you sauntered over to him and sat next to him, staring at your reflection at the pond. like a reflex, his hand found yours and he interlocked your fingers together.

you gave him a slight nudge on his side. "you only came here for tanjiro, didn't you? he finished my training days ago, he must be with gyomei-san now." you feigned upset and disappointment, making a smile appear on his face.

"i know that, tanjiro is an amazing boy. i came here specifically for you, of course. i'm just really fond of tanjiro, but you're my favorite." he remarked and pinched your cheeks, making you laugh.

you sat in comfortable silence for a few more seconds before he stood up and tugged on your hand. "hey, should we get away for a while? let's go to the east town and try out the food there." he said and pulled you even harder, making you stand up.

you chuckled and swayed your hands. "can't, mui. our training resumes in an hour." you replied which made him huff. he let go of your hand and walked past you into your estate, muttering something along the lines of "stupid training."

as he set foot in your kitchen, the slayers felt the blood drain from their face. are they in a nightmare? they just finished tokito's training. why is he here? what does he want? some of them almost dropped your porcelain bowls and plates from shock and fright.

you caught up to him and stared in surprise as he spoke in his sullen, dry voice.

"hey you incompetent weaklings, train on your own for the night. work until you bleed and your knees give out. if y/n is disappointed by your performance tomorrow, i'll send you back to my estate."

he turned away and you weren't even able to get a word in when you felt yourself being pulled away from your villa. you can only shake your head as you see him return to his usual demeanor. this guy surely has his favorites.

hand in hand, you both went to different shops and restaurants. enjoying the rest of the day with glee and love, basking in the relief and hope that the future brings.

in the light of the moon, his beauty mesmerizes you and captures the entirety of your being. his laughter makes your heart skip a beat, and the light in his eyes shines brighter than any street lamp. his hand feels warm and safe as it tightly held yours, and his carefree attitude makes you feel at home.

under the warm glow of the moon, you look perfect clad in your uniform, your glamour and presence enough to draw the attention of passersby. muichiro did not like it, the feeling that others could possibly look at you the way he does. but all his worries wash away when he feels your arms around him, when your intoxicating scent invade his nostrils. he know's he's at peace when he sees your smile. he knows tomorrow will be as bright with you in his life.

the fog has lifted, no more haze, just clarity.

all at once, everything looks different. now that he sees you.

© 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑 2023 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms without permission. thank you.

[bellswlw]

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

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index; ☾ angst, ★ smut, ꕤ fluff

ellie williams

𝐟 𝐢 𝐜 𝐬 !

it’s cold here without you ☾ ꕤ

it’s cold here without you 2: you set me on fire ☾ ★ ꕤ

call it what you want ☾ ★

to take a nap in a tulip ꕤ ★

all the lights 1 ☾

𝐣 𝐮 𝐬 𝐭 𝐚 𝐛 𝐨 𝐯 𝐞 𝟏 𝐤 !

burnin’ up ★ ꕤ

the moon & her visiting hours ꕤ

in the morning ★ ꕤ

answer the phone ★ (ellie text messages pt1)

𝐝 𝐫 𝐚 𝐛 𝐛 𝐥 𝐞 𝐬 !

something sweet ꕤ

reader cutting ellie’s hair ꕤ

ellie catches pregnant!reader cleaning out the cat box ꕤ

pregnant!reader & modern!ellie headcanons ☾ ★ ꕤ

modern!ellie beach headcanons ★ ꕤ

ellie & her road rage ꕤ

ellie text messages pt2 ★

melt ★

all the lights playlist ꕤ

mechanic!ellie telling off readers dad ☾ ꕤ

modern!ellie headcanons ★ ꕤ

modern!ellie headcanons pt2 ★ ꕤ

𝐰 𝐢 𝐩 𝐬 !

all the lights pt 2

something go fuel, something to burn

[findingnemosworld]

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐦*𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞!!!

2021.

" You seem on edge! "

A smooth, velvet like voice spoke drawing him out his thoughts – he turns to his left, to find a tanned brunette standing next to him as they stare at the painting in front of them, he spent a total of three minutes in complete silence — admiring her beauty which was highlighted by the verdant colored dress that enhanced her the color of her eyes, " I … I’m trying to figure out what’s the meaning behind this painting "

He gestures to the painting in front of them, a beautiful portrait of a woman holding an angel in her arms, " I just can’t wrap my head around it " he chuckles.

She offers him a sweet smile, " Art is whatever you choose to interpret it as, see for me — this painting represents a great loss, and a blessing "

His brows knit in confusion over her words, he turns to her and asks. " How so? "

She smiles at his confused expression, " Why is a woman holding an infant with wings? it can either be a baby she lost, a stillborn … etc, and she remembers that baby every single day of her life "

The dejection underneath her tone was quite visible, " You sound like you’re talking from a personal experience! " He deduced.

She didn’t respond, instead shifting the subject back to him. " So what brought you here? not many would think that a football player could be interested in arts "

He raised a brow, " You know who I am? "

She giggles then replies with a playful expression on her face, " The gallery is in Liverpool, and everyone here talks about football, besides all it takes is a little google search to crack a few things here and there "

He chuckles, then extends his hand. " Jordan Henderson, nice to meet you "

She shook his hand then introduced herself; that’s when it dawned on him, he looked at her then back at the painting. " You’re ….? " he whispers.

" Yes, I’m the one who painted this and to answer your previous question, it’s not a personal experience per se, my mother had a stillborn after she gave birth to me, that’s my -um- … deceased twin sister " She said with a soft tone.

" Oh " He murmurs, " I’m sorry for your loss! "

" It’s fine, it’s a long time ago … I’m just surprised that someone like you is into arts " She states with a soft smile.

" Well, I’m not … but a friend of mine had invited me, they cancelled the last minute and I figured why not take advantage and learn something " He replied with a shrug.

" You got stood up by a woman huh? " She said with a sympathetic smile.

" How did you …? " He asks, surprised at how she was able to make out the situation.

" Men that are intrigued are a few and far in between, your body language is that of a -um- an outsider, and also you were checking your phone a few times which kind of gave it away " She explained, giggling. " But I’m not judging, mostly cause I’ve been under the same situation "

" You’ve had friends set you up on blind dates? " He wonders, shaking his head.

" Actually worst than that … " She trails off then leans in to whisper, " my mother "

He laughs softly, " Ouch!! "

" Apparently 26 years old is the new old age " She laughs, " Either I find a husband or spend all eternity alone "

He nods in understanding, before adding on with a playful smile. " Maybe you don’t have to be alone "

She smirks, " Are you flirting with me right now, Mister Henderson? "

He mirrors the playfulness in her eyes by leaning to murmur, " Why don’t we spend the rest of the night together and you’ll find out? "

It was that conversation, in the gallery that’d been that match to light up a passionate bond between them — a struggle at first due to their hectic schedule, they were able to find a healthy balance as he knew that she was the one for him.

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2023.

He woke up to the sensation of her soft lips against his shoulder drawing out a smile across his lips, he tilts his head to meet her gentle gaze. " Good morning! " he whispers pecking her lips, she smiled in return and murmured, " Good morning handsome, come on — get that cute ass of yours up "

He chuckles, " Why? "

She pressed featherlight kisses on his cheek as she replied, " Because for one, it’s snowing outside, two, I made us hot chocolate and three … you promised me we’d bake the gingerbread house together "

He grins, " Ok, I’m up! " he sits up then tugs her in for a sweet kiss before murmuring against her lips, " I love you "

She whispers softly, " I love you too "

Later on, the pair enter the kitchen together – she pulls out the necessary ingredients and utensils before she stood up, with a soft smile across her lips. " Ok, now that everything out, let’s start … "

He mixes the ingredients for the gingerbread whilst she is preparing the frosting, suddenly without much of a warning, she feels his lips over her jawline causing her to blush, then look at him. " What was that for? "

He shrugs, with a seemingly innocent expression across his face, " Nothing "

" Aha " She nods, not convinced with his gesture, " Of course it’s nothing "

As they proceeded to work in silence, his innocent gestures continued, he’d playfully brush her hair out of her face, would lean closer and murmur sweet nothings over her shoulder causing her to squirm and swat him away, " Jordan! " she laughs.

" What? " He retorts with a playfully innocent tone.

" Hendo? Can we focus please? " She gestures to the gingerbread house that was slowly being constructed.

He doesn’t seem to relent, the frosting bowls were long discarded as he stood behind her, one hand rests on her waist while the other pushes her hair to the side to nuzzle his lips against the length of her neck down to her shoulder drawing out soft whimpers from her, he smiled, " I need you babe " he murmurs.

The sudden drop in his tone, coupled with the intensity of his kisses caused a shudder to course through her veins, " Ten minutes " she whispers with a playfully warning tone.

He smirks, " Too much, I’ll be done at four "

" You sure about that old man? " She asks with a jocular tone.

He pressed a featherlight kiss on the back of her neck where he knew she was sensitive, then added. " Oh you’re getting it … " he chuckled darkly before turning her to face him, he rests one hand on the back of her neck while the other tightly grips her bare waist under her ( his ) shirt — he leans in to capture her lips in a searing yet tender kiss drawing out a deep groan from him, " Jesus, love two years in, and I can’t get enough of you "

" Neither can I " She murmurs, tugging him in to deepen the kiss for a brief moment before he hoists her up on the counter drawing out a giggle from her.

" Come on now, spread those legs for me darling … " He murmurs, spreading her legs open, then he proceeded to pull her panties down. " Now I’m gonna make you a deal alright? "

" What? " She states with a soft smile.

" If I get you to drench my fingers, you’re going to agree to what I told you about a few months back " He murmurs, planting soft kisses across the length of her inner thighs drawing out a whine from her, " No ifs, ands, or buts "

" But Jordan I ca— Oh my god " She gasps, the moment his tongue licked a long stripe from her clit to her slick walls. " Fuck " she gasps.

He resists the urge to smile as he licked another stripe before gently coaxing his index digit into her slick cunt, " Love, you’re drenched and I barely touched you " he murmurs with a playful tone.

She whines softly, thrusting her hips up to meet the friction caused by his tongue and index curling inside of her walls, " Jordan " she moans, " Oh my god … feels so good "

His index digit was soon joined by his middle digit all the while his tongue flicked her clit drawing out more sounds from her, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace — " Keep going, –uh– … oh my god " she whines.

He shifted from leisure strokes to rapidly flicking his tongue up and down to match the rhythmic thrusts of his digits, the sensation sending shivers across every inch of her body, " Oh my god, don’t stop … Oh fuck " she whimpers, biting down on her lower lip.

He looks up just as he continued to flick his tongue against her clit a few more times before he felt her arousal explode against his digits and tongue, he lapped up every drop of her arousal before pulling his digits out to lick them clean in front of her, " Fucking delicious " he whispers.

She giggles breathlessly, " There’s still two more minutes of the supposed four minutes "

" You fucking minx " He chuckles as she tugs him in while he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, " You ready? "

" Shut up and fuck me " She murmured, capturing his lips in a kiss.

" Ah ah love, all that dirty talk might get you on the naughty list " He smirks, teasing her with the tip of his cock.

She half whined half giggled, " It’s bad enough we’re doing it next to our unfinished gingerbread house "

He laughs softly before the pair released a unanimous gasp upon feeling the length of his cock seethe penetrate her walls, " I don’t care love … " he tugs her close with one wrapped tightly around her waist, he then buried his face in her neck. " I just need to feel you and my god, you’re so warm baby "

She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, " I .. Jordan " she whimpers then bites down on her lip.

" I know baby, I know " He murmurs, alternating between nibbling and kissing the tender skin of her neck. " Jesus, I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of feeling you wrapped around me like this, so warm that I don’t think I’ll even be able to pull out "

" Then move " She whines.

He chuckles, " Just a moment love " he nestled himself between her legs, " Ok " he breathed out.

He lazily thrusted in and out of her pussy while he rests his forehead on hers, " I love you baby, I love you so much " he whispers pecking her lips.

" I love you too " She breathed out.

His lazy thrusts changed in the blink of an eye, drawing out louder sounds from her. " Oh my .. feels so good "

" So good " He whispered hotly in her ear, " I’m going to cum baby, you think you can let me do that … think you can let me cum inside of you " he cooed.

" Please " She whimpers, pushing her hips against his.

He gripped her waist with both of his hands, while his teeth sunk into her shoulder, she whines a string of curses, " Fuck … I’m gonna cum too "

" Come on baby, cum all over my cock, make a mess all over my cock like the good girl you are " He whispers, lifting his head up to press his lips entirely over hers.

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes as a loud ‘Fuck’ escapes her lips. " Oh my god " she whispers.

He rests his head on her shoulder to collect his breath before chuckling softly and lifting his head up, " I don’t know about you but I’m in the mood to finish the gingerbread house "

" In the mood huh? " She giggles, pecking his lips softly.

" But before that, I need to do something " He whispers, mostly to himself.

She frowns in confusion before her eyes widened, he unclasps the chain around his neck to pull it out of his shirt revealing a beautiful ring, " Jordan? " she whispers, confused by his gesture.

" Love, I’ve been holding this for the past three months, Milly helped me pick it out " He blushed. " I knew from the day I met you in that art gallery that I was a goner, so .. " he looks up, " Think you can make me the happiest man in the world and marry me? "

Tears brim in the corner of her eyes as she nods quickly, " Yes I will "

He slips the ring then proceeds to kiss her softly, " I love you "

" I love you too " She whispers.

[xyanderexdollx]

╭┈╯𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:

╰➢ I'll do anything for you ♡ ♡ ♡.

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬

/𝘴𝘵ɔː𝘬/

𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣

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[incorvaia]

⟨ jodie turner-smith. cis woman. she/her. thirty-five. ⟩ we welcome scylla upcliff to winterfell , the lady of witch isle. keep an eye out for their splenetic nature, they tend to cover it up by acting hospitable. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house upcliff/house arryn . you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of delphic regard glimpsed over the rim of a fogged teacup; what did it take of you to water your garden? + an architect's arboretum in calloused hands + gazing into the sea and thinking it hungry.

⇢   𝐁 𝐚 𝐬 𝐢 𝐜 𝐈 𝐧 𝐟 𝐨𝐫 𝐦 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨𝐧  ;

full name: scylla upcliff meaning: ❛ to tear, a mythical sea monster ❜ nicknames/aliases: cyla occupation:  former ∣ current ‘perfumer’ ( still occasionally dabbles ), ‘ruling lady’ ∣ scion of the witch isle

marital affiliation: unattached. unbetrothed. religion: obscure faith affiliation and alignment: house upcliff, house arryn, herself ∣ chaotic lawful, chaotic neutral disposition ( positive ): hospitable, tba disposition ( negative ): splenetic, tba

tw: death, tw: illness, tw: blood mention

𝐁 𝐢 𝐨  ; 

✵ 𝐒𝐂𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅. cyla. another youth jessamine upcliff had taken upon herself to cultivate. to nurture; draping her in the heftiest jewels that looked like blood drops or as if pieces of the sea had been carved out to circle throat and wrists, gold and lines of pearls and gems the size of an egg. preeminent educators for all the children within her household once jessamine acquired more—the word of choice and freedom laid out on a silver platter by matriarch and wealth held under thumb. nonetheless overindulge did not breed an ‘above others attitude’ in the second scion of house upcliff more so a creature of inbetweens.

✵ is possibly the daughter of nobility and was born to a life of luxury yet readily given up for inheritance left nothing to be desired and house had enough spares or was born to poverty and she was left with a less than enthusiastic caretaker and nothing to her name, or as murmurs persisted from behind fascinators and fans a bastard heritage, no one was certain. yet nothing was denied nor acknowledged furthermore as nobles do attention drifted to the next morsel of spectacle eagerly stomached than the unknown origins that left one empty or dead given the weaving otherworldly history surrounding its inhabitants.

✵ the seat of witch isle lay vacant after their mother died and even before that her older brothers’ abandonment departure, sagacious scylla took the reigns of tremulous leadership among a council of vultures and the continued rearing of her sisters. crafting her own ichor saturated repute instead of one induced by marriage, coaxing dread for she takes their sinister reputation to heart and beyond, fostering connections internal and external giving rise to the idea of lecanomancy being used upon these encounters meant to boost affluence and somehow knowing which avenue to follow and avoiding ventures aimed towards failure—in her eyes being ‘ what benefit would this be to us?’ a countenance she adapts with everything in life. 

✵ in those moments of potential impermanent power scylla 𝘸𝘢𝘴 ruling lady, didn’t know how to feel about the role nonetheless even without it’s gained not earned authority, respect; scylla was still proud enough to have used it to her own purpose in advance of the return of it’s ‘true heir’ her brother syrio after the letter written by herself was sent off to vaguely mention the passing of their mother. assumed he wouldn’t show yet desired to let him know as his name was the last to have left their mothers’ lips—this information did not become gifted knowledge until the last day of the funeral during a spat and the stay before the trip to winterfell was upon, split house having answered the call. the lady going forth for her own esoteric rationale.

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒  ; 

✵ tba

wanted connections - 

tba.

[thuganomxcs]

There was an impish grin on his face when she mentioned the importance of his job rearing its head whenever he needed an excuse to duck out of school. Though once they arrived within the area of interest Yusuke took notice upon that ‘miasma’ she mentioned acting as a cloud that invaded several houses and even a nearby complex. No doubt that was the source of the children’s sickness and the diseases weren’t going to stop until they find out what was causing this in the first place.

━━   ❝   𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭' 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.   ❞ And to think information like this would have slipped RIGHT BY him if he had attended class. There’s really so much one could hear when resting ontop of a park bench. Though..where do they go from here? “Sooo I was thinkin’..do we get like outfits ‘r somethin’? Because getting some answers in the hospital might be the way t’ go.” Credit to some movies and manga he’s read when it came to spies, it’s always a disguise for infiltration. “Bet you’d pull off the sexy nurse bit.”

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 as she followed him through the streets. Some looked confused and others quickly averted their eyes as if fearful. Just what kind of reputation did Yusuke have?

She turned her attention back to him, smiling quietly the awe with which he spoke about Keiko, how sweet! "She does seem like a bright girl," Then Yusuke trails off at the end, his mood switching discreetly. "Well, everyone has different strengths and weaknesses. It's what makes people so interesting!" she chirps, a small attempt to cheer him up.

"Well, yes, you're right about that. How convenient that you only seem to believe that when it gets you out of school," she snarks. If it were a vacation week, she'd have to drag him by the ear to do his job. She continues following after him until they're deep into a residential neighborhood. She looks around, magenta eyes emitting a soft glow. "Well that's odd... this neighborhood looks so peaceful, yet there's a miasma starting to bloom..." Looking over the houses, she could see a dark mist oozing through the air, seeping out of the windows of a few houses. It wouldn't be noticeable to the human eye unless they were spiritually aware. Oh no... she hated to think Yusuke might be right. "It's not much right now, but still unusual, even if there are multiple ill children in the area."

[doctor-dusk]

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

he showed you that movie theaters were not made exclusively for watching movies.

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), piv, public sex. can't remember any more warnings beside these ones.

word count: 7.6k

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ffs 7.6k words i'm gobsmacked- i ended up getting too excited, but uuuugh, i loved writing this part. i hope you like it :3

of course you accepted. 

however, as much as you wanted to see him, you were hesitant. you had never seen him other than via video call, and you were somewhat paranoid about people you met on the internet. so, you two agreed to meet at a movie theater, which was usually full and where you felt safe for a first date.

it was saturday night and you told your parents that you were going to the movies with your best friend. well, if you were paranoid, your parents were much worse than you. you couldn't simply throw them a ‘i'm going out with a guy i met online’.

but to be on the safe side and to maintain your own safety, you notified your best friend, giving her the address of the movie theater and saying that if you weren't home by midnight, she should call the police.

you were very nervous, of course. numerous scenarios running through your head. possibilities of everything going very right or very wrong. but you were already there. 

leaning against the cold wall outside the movie theater, watching the little movement on the street. usually on the date of a film's premiere, the frenzy is imminent. lines of cars on all sides of the avenue and more queues to buy tickets and get in the rooms. but now, it's calm. so calm.

you looked at your phone, checking the time. you scheduled it for 8pm, there were exactly 7 minutes left. you were too anxious, at 5pm you were already taking your shower and at 6:40pm you were ready. but you made sure to dress up well for the occasion. you could already expect the shower of compliments he might give you, like “oh, i love your dress. take a little spin for me” or “you smell so good”. something that would be very “alex” to say.

your cell phone vibrated, indicating that a message had arrived. in a rush, you rummaged through your purse, thinking it was a message from him.

“did he arrive?” you let your eyebrows fall when you saw it was a message from your best friend.

“not yet.” you answered, trying to sound optimistic. there is still time, he could arrive at any moment. your stomach was churning with anxiety, you resisted the urge to bite your freshly painted wine nails.

she didn't say anything else and neither did you, closing your hand around your phone and supporting your body weight on your other leg while you placed one hand on your waist.

you looked around once more, taking a few steps ahead, not having a right direction to go. you're bored. distracted. nervous. anxious. like you’re going to explode like a dynamite. you needed to relax your mind a little. 

you took a few steps closer to the parking lot, seeing how empty it was. you could count 8 cars there and 3 motorcycles. better, 4 motorcycles, since one was just arriving through the adjacent entrance. 

your eyes followed that motorcycle until it stopped, parking in the reserved space. it wasn't that dark despite some broken light bulbs in the parking lot, but you could recognize that the model of the bike was a kawasaki. maybe a W800. not that you're an expert, but do you remember that your uncle had a motorcycle just like that. he said he loved the motorcycle more than his own wife. isn't it surprising that they have divorced.

back to what you're seeing, the motorcyclist got off after placing the motorcycle's foot on the ground, securing it so that the motorcycle remained upright and without any risk of falling. the black leather jacket hugged his body just right, the dark jeans didn't seem to be that tight on his lower body, just accentuating the curves of his thighs. and wow, what an ass. 

his back was turned the whole time. he carefully removed his helmet, combing his hair back, but he didn't seem satisfied with the result when he looked at his own reflection in a car window. so, he pulled out a small comb that was in his back pocket, combing his hair back until he thought it looked presentable enough, slicked back to the last hair.

he put the comb inside his pocket and pulled out his phone from the front pocket. your heart raced. coud be him?

your phone vibrated in your hand. you looked at the screen, a message from alex popped on your screen.

‘’i’m here.’’

you froze in place, like your feet were glued on the floor. you looked back at the exact moment he turned around.

yeah, it was him.

fuck, fuck, fuck. it was him.

alex was more intimidating in person. not in a bad way, though. 

he wasn't that tall. but well, you didn't expect him to be as tall as a lamppost either. he was tall enough to make you stand on your tiptoes if you wanted to kiss him. pale skin under the streetlights, dark hair slicked back and covered in hair gel that made the shiny strands stay in place. it suited him well, although you were used to seeing him with a bit more unruly hair. but it matched his thin face, vibrant ebony eyes, thin, slightly pursed mouth. and oh, of course... the nose. the fucking charming nose. better in person. so much better.

‘’hello you.’’ he greeted you as soon as his eyes met your figure not so far from him. ‘’hope i didn't make you wait too long.’’

‘’you're here.’’ you said almost in a whisper while you put your cell phone back in your purse. you're acting a bit awkwardly, but you couldn't help it.

‘’guess i am.’’ he chuckled, standing in front of you, not knowing exactly how to greet you. he didn't want to admit that he was also nervous to see you. ‘’can i hug you?’’

‘’y-yes, of course.’’ you chuckled, watching him bend down just a little so he could hug you properly, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you tight. you wrapped your arms around his neck, really sure that you would need to stand on your tiptoes if you wanted to be at his height.

‘’mhm, there we go. you smell so good.’’ he muttered, running his nose over your shoulder, not touching your neck. he didn't want to sound so invasive.

funny, because you've done so much over video call. and now you're here, acting awkwardly like two teenagers.

you smiled weakly. you already expected this compliment, yet you’re giggling internally. ‘‘do you like it?’’ you asked, not failing to notice that he also smelled good. something woody, accentuating the masculinity he exuded along with the freshness of the hair gel.

‘’yeah. all for me?’’ he said, taking one last deep breath before breaking the hug, letting you return to your normal posture. you chuckled, seeing him gesture with his finger for you to take a little turn. very shyly, you did so, eliciting a low whistle from him. ‘’hell, you're even better in person, i'm feeling spoiled already.’’

‘’i have to impress you, don't i?’’ you raised both eyebrows, your palms sweating as you clenched your hands against the strap of your purse.

‘’nah, that's my job. gotta impress you even more now.’’ he chuckled, putting his arm around your shoulder so you could head towards the entrance of the movie theater.

you looked over your shoulder, taking a look at the motorcycle. ‘’is that yours?’’ you pointed curiously.

‘’yep. all mine. did you like it?’’ he asked, following your gaze to the parked motorcycle. you nodded. ‘’good. i'll show you better later. if you want, i can even teach you how to drive it.’’

‘’oh, please, don't give me any ideas.’’ you chuckled, already picturing him teaching you everything, telling you the name of each component of the motorcycle, how to accelerate, or how to change gears. you could already see his big hands guiding yours on the motorcycle's handlebars.

‘’don't worry love, you'll be fine, i’ll show you everything you need to know.’’ he said, giving you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. ‘’so... do you know which movie you want to see?’’

you took a quick look at the catalog, seeing which movies were showing. none of them interested you visually speaking. you looked back at him. you didn't even need to say anything. after all, he wasn't interested in any movie either. deep down, you both knew that the movie would just be an excuse.

‘’it's ok. let's see this one.’’ he pointed to a random one, you didn't even have time to read the title because he was already holding your hand to go to the ticket office. there was no queue at all, so you didn't have to worry about that. ‘’good evening. i'll take two tickets for that movie over there.’’ he said to the clerk, who had a bored look on his face while he was fiddling with his cell phone.

you were already opening your purse to get your wallet when alex glanced at you, frowning immediately.

‘’what are you doing?’’ he asked, holding your wrist, making you stop and look at him.

‘’i'm going to…’’ you pointed to the ticket office. ‘’pay for my ticket.’’

he looked at you, almost dumbfounded. then, he laughed softly, shaking his head.

‘’none of that. leave it to me.’’ he said. you felt kind of stupid because he acted and said it like it was something unacceptable.

‘’alex, i'm used to paying for my ticket, it's ok…’’ you told him, not really caring, but he shook his head again. well, if you were stubborn, he made sure to be worse than you.

‘’used to it? damn, did those blokes made you pay for your ticket?’’ he asked, genuinely concerned, taking his wallet out of his front pocket.

you didn't answer. there was no need to answer since he was right. you had already lost count of how many bad dates you had been on and how many times you had had to pay for your ticket. it was ridiculous to think about it sometimes.

his frown softened as did his voice. ‘’not with me, hm? now be good and sit over there while i finish up here.’’ he said, letting go of your wrist and pointing to one of the cushioned chairs in the hall. ‘’do you want popcorn? soda?’’

‘’no, i'm good.’’ you answered.

‘’mints?’’ he pointed to the glass candy display. you nodded softly, deciding to accept at least a mint gum. you were already feeling weird enough for letting him pay for your ticket. it was unusual for you.

you made your way to one of the chairs, sitting there, crossing your leg while your purse rested on your lap. your phone vibrated again, and you already knew who it was.

‘’should i call the police?’’ your friend's message made you laugh softly, your fingers typing the reply quickly.

‘’you should call the fireman. god, you have no idea how hot he is.’’

she sent you a bunch of emojis, asking for more details. of course you could tell her enough, but not everything. and you wouldn't do it now.

you heard a whistle, seeing that alex was waiting for you with the two tickets in his hand. you stood up, putting your phone away and going to him. ‘’he said that the next session starts in ten minutes, we can get in there if we want.’’ he said, handing you the package with mints.

‘’good, we can find a good place to sit then.’’ you said, holding the packet of mints in your hand, not wanting to open it for now.

alex guided the way, his hand always holding yours as you made your way down the dark hallway to the dimly lit room, the large white screen seemed to hover over you as you climbed the carpeted stairs, being careful not to trip. he scanned the place, not that it was very crowded, just a few people spread out in different places in the seats. he wanted a spot that he knew no one would pay attention to you.

‘’there. sounds great?’’ he pointed to a spot in the first few chairs, right at the top. you nodded, following him until you reached the seats, he let you go first to sit in the chair on the left while he sat to your left. ‘’it's a good spot, hm?’’ he commented to you, taking a look from his point of view, seeing that it was hard for anyone to notice you there. you were sitting almost under the projector, so probably not even the projectionist would be able to see you there.

‘’mhmm, really good.’’ you said, opening the package of mints, putting one in your mouth, feeling the freshness invade your mouth almost instantly. ‘’want one?’’ you asked, handing the package to him.

he alternated his gaze between you and the package, your expecting eyes on him the whole time.

‘’yeah, but... i don't want any of those.’’ he answered and you already felt your throat close up a little. ‘’i want yours. can i have it?’’

fuck, that's it. it's your chance. don't fuck it up.

‘’yeah.’’ you answered, glancing at his arm passing over your shoulder. your stomach seemed to tie a double knot, your heart was beating so fast it felt like you were going to have a heart attack at any moment.

before your eyes could register, his lips touched yours tenderly, savoring the first contact as much as possible, like touching the grass after a rain on a calm afternoon, the smell of wet soil invading your lungs with force while you felt like a flower blooming on the first day of spring.

he was calm, but intense. you couldn't explain it, you could only feel every sensation he brought you with that simple kiss as he tried to taste your mouth when the tip of his tongue passed over your bottom lip. you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding when the kiss deepened, he explored the confines of your mouth as much as he could, swirling his tongue around yours, the mint candy passing from one mouth to the other in an almost frantic manner. his hand tightened on your shoulder, bringing you closer. you didn't even know what to do with your hands, keeping them gripping the arm of the seat.

you broke the kiss when you were forced to take a breath, panting softly, the candy had disappeared from your mouth, leaving only the slight burn of mint on your taste buds. but still, the taste of his kiss prevailed.

‘’wow.’’ he was the first to break the silence, running his thumb over your bottom lip, cleaning the trace of saliva from there. ‘’i think i accidentally swallowed the candy.’’

you chuckled, not really caring about it, your mind in a spiral, his kiss fresh on your lips like fresh paint. ‘’there's more here if you want it.’’ you replied, watching him shake his head slightly, his eyes drinking in your almost silhouette in the low light of the movie theater, he heard murmurs around, but nothing that took his attention away from you.

‘’maybe later, love. it was just an excuse for me to be able to kiss you.’’ he whispered, pecking your lips, making you practically beg for more as you tilted your head towards him, searching for his lips like a magnet. he let out a small chuckle. ‘’did you like it that much?’’

‘’you're a good kisser.’’ you admitted quietly. he really was a good kisser. you didn't know if it was because of your bad kissing history, but you also didn't want to burn your neurons thinking about it. you wanted his kiss again. and again. and again.

and he would be more than happy to give it to you.

he kissed you again, his lips searching for the perfect rhythm, still trying to fit together as precisely as a jigsaw puzzle. his breathing was heavy, the air exhaled through his nose and hit your cheek, the texture of his wet lips against yours brought you the feeling of being completely ecstatic as he moved his tongue, as if he was inviting yours to a slow dance.

his right hand passed over yours, his thumb lightly caressing your knuckles and fingers, sliding over the silver ring you had on your middle finger. you sighed softly when the hand that was on top of yours rested on your bare knee. before you could break the kiss again due to lack of air, a loud noise echoed through the speakers spread throughout the movie theater, startling both of you. oh, damn trailers.

‘’you good?’’ he asked, merely amused that you were startled by it, both of his hands rubbing your shoulder and knee simultaneously.

‘’yeah, just... unexpected.’’ you chuckled, feeling his lips pressing a small kiss on your forehead, giving you time to recover and maybe get in the mood again as the trailers played on the huge screen.

you felt comfortable enough to lay your head on his shoulder, the strands of your hair tickling his nose as he turned his face to place a tender kiss on the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment, inhaling the scent of your shampoo on your soft locks, almost burying his face there.

‘’i love how you smell. really.’’ he said softly, as if he was admitting more to himself than to you. he couldn't help it, as if everything inside him was succumbing to you. he didn't expect this on a first date, but he wasn't trying hard to stop it either.

‘’hm?’’ you asked, moving your head so you could look at him, waiting for him to repeat himself because you really hadn't heard, the sound of the voices from the movie forced him to speak louder or get closer to your ear.

but he didn't answer you. he kissed you instead, feeling the sweetness of your lips pressed against his. this almost made him groan, his desire increasing with each caress exchanged, with each miserable sigh you let out. the hand that was on your knee went up to your thigh, feeling more precisely how soft your skin was. the feeling stretched the smile on his lips.

‘’just the way i imagined. god, you have no idea how much i wanted to touch you like this. how much i craved this...’’ he whispered between your lips, feeling your warm breath hitting his lips. you were already numb, if you weren't sitting down, you were definitely on the floor, your senses seemed to be reduced to dust at this moment. ‘’so soft…’’ he whispered again, sinking his fingers into the warm flesh of your thigh, threatening to advance under your dress.

‘’alex…’’ you whispered back, your voice a mix of desire and nervousness. and as always, he knew it.

‘’is it okay if i touch you?’’ he asked, his head tilted back so he could look you in the eyes, seeking the assurance that it would be okay if he continued. you nodded, your desire speaking louder than any other insecurity or fear. you mentally thanked yourself for having shaved during the shower. not that you were expecting it, but... well, you were.

he kept his face close to yours, watching every single expression as his hand inched closer, your heat radiating more and more as you bit your lip in anticipation and excitement. he palmed your core, raising his eyebrows in a slight surprise.

‘’fuck, baby. soaked already. i didn't even do anything.’’ he let out in a sly tone, his fingers collecting your wetness over your panties, almost making you whine. he was delicate, he wanted to discover everything about you little by little, despite having already seen your cunt on video call. but it was different in person.

he teased you over the thin and wet material, almost feeling your folds molding in the panties, sticking and soaking even more when he found your clit, the bud marking the spot for being so swollen and needy.

instantly, it was like a switch had turned in his head. he didn't want to touch you anymore. he wanted to taste you. eat you. devour you.

you watched as he got on his knees on the carpeted floor, crawling that narrow and tight hallway just to stand in front of you. you widen your eyes a bit, getting a little alarmed by the idea.

‘’what are you going to do?’’

‘’gonna eat you out, babe. no one will see me, i promise. only you.’’ he answered, his hands going to your knees, looking up at you. your face was lit only by the movie screen, the flashes illuminating your insecure expressions more and more. ‘’need to taste you, please.’’

please. again.

your hands itched. you wanted this so much, so much. but you were also scared, a huge impasse. a voice in your head told you to go and another told you not to go. but oh, those big puppy eyes looking up at you was your undoing.

‘’okay.’’ you agreed, lifting your hips so he could take off your panties, each act increased the flow of adrenaline running through your veins, your body heated up as well as the rest of your organism as he held your knees, spreading your legs for him.

he held your panties, his fist closing around the lace, feeling the gluey wetness against his palm, making his cock twitch inside his jeans. he was hungry. so hungry for you.

‘’closer.’’ he urged, pulling your hips, leaving your ass almost off the chair, your body in a position almost lying on the armchair, your eyes wandering around before returning to him, his breath creeping up on your thigh. ‘’that's it, baby. you okay?’’ he asked, wanting one last confirmation that everything was okay with you before he continued.

‘’mhm... taste me, al. please.’’ you whispered to him, lust filled eyes looking down at him in a silent plea.

and nothing else was needed. no words, no encouragement. it was like the starting gun for alex to just bury his face between your legs, his greedy tongue sliding along your vulva, from bottom to top, collecting your juices. it was like he was tasting a drink for the first time. but it wasn't like he was eating pussy for the first time. but it was your pussy. it was different. he didn't know exactly what it was, but it was different, it made him want to get drunk, to drown in your ocean.

‘’my god, so fucking good…’’ he mumbled against your folds, moving his lips up to suck your clit, sucking so hard that you closed your legs around his head with equal force, your hands gripped the armrest of the seats until the blood stopped circulating in your hands, turning it white. “sorry, did i hurt you?” he paused, looking up at you.

“n-no, you were just... hasty.” you replied after blinking a few times, loosening the grip of your legs around his head, feeling the soft touch of his hands on your inner thighs, pushing your legs apart again, keeping his hands there to hold you in case you close them again.

“sorry. gonna take it slow for you, honey.” he apologized, feeling a little guilty for having done that on the first contact. 

but it was a little difficult for him to control himself. since he saw you last time, he had lost count of how many times he fucked his own fist imagining himself like that, rubbing his face in your pussy, sucking, licking, biting, touching every single inch of that area. it was like a personal achievement.

now, he knew he needed to take it slow. he wanted to make it good for you, to make you whimper his name and reduce you to a mess in that seat. he looked up at you, taking the sight of your scrunched face, your eyes leaving his to look around, making sure no one was looking. 

god, he had such a good tongue. you were already sure of that when he kissed you, but you really weren't expecting it to be even better as he lapped your folds calmly, but with that hint of hunger deep down. he mumbled something that you didn't even hear or try to understand, your head falling back slightly, your saliva running down your throat with difficulty. then, he tapped your thigh, catching your attention.

“can you do me a favor, love?” he asked, taking a breath that he didn't even know he needed, his lips were already starting to get swollen. “give me a mint.” he pointed to the package next to you. you looked back at him, deciphering what he was thinking of doing. “you'll like it, trust me.”

and you trusted him.

you took a candy from the package carefully, the green tiny ball stayed in the palm of your hand until you brought it to your mouth. he hummed in gratitude, feeling the freshness mixing with the taste of your pussy on his tongue. 

you felt your heart pounding against your chest, your face boiling red. he was no different, and for him it was a little worse, because he already felt that familiar feeling in the lower region, his jeans getting tighter at every moment. he wanted to release, he needed it. but he wanted to take care of you first.

his tongue meets your meaty slimy folds once again, you gasped when you felt it burn a little, but not in a bad way. it was a cooling burn, like an ice cube sliding up and down your pussy, making the mint press on your clit while he slobbered on your cunt like a starving man.

“good?” he muttered to you, looking up. you were a mess, shaking and squirming at his ministrations. 

“s-so good, please… more.” you babbled as he gave a smirk at your answer. his thumb moved to press on your clit, feeling it pulsing, craving, almost screaming his name. 

“i'm gonna ruin it.” you whispered, afraid that you would mess up his perfectly slicked back hair.

“gonna give you more, baby. your pussy is so delicious, holy shit.” his filthy mouth only sent shivers down your spine, the freshness and the eager way he eats you out made you see stars before your eyes, little twinkling dots as you felt a knot forming at the pit of your belly. you trembled, your hands gripping the arms of the seat, needing to ground yourself. “my hair, sweetie. you can grab it.” he hummed, holding your wrists, bringing your hands to his hair, the hair gel felt cool in your palms.

“i don't fucking care. make a mess, babe.” his voice sounded almost harsh as his hands returned to your plushy thighs, his sloppy tongue moving across your labia and clit, making your cunt pulse in an overwhelming rhythm.

it all seemed too much for you. the adrenaline, the hunger, the filthy words infesting your mind. your eyes rolled back as you gripped his greasy hair, a few strands falling down his sweaty forehead. you couldn't hold on for any longer.

“al, 'm gonna cum…” you choked as your hips bucked, almost like you're trying to run away from his mouth.

“fuck yes, come on my mouth, please, please…” he grunted, your words settling in his mind like a command. he grabbed your hips roughly, keeping you in place, his rolling tongue snaking through your folds and teasing your gaping entrance before your entire body shook, your back arching in the chair in an erotic way as your thighs clamped shut as you trembled, milking on his tongue.

you gasped for air, your fingers still clenching in his hair as he drank every last drop of your release, sucking it all in like he was a vacuum cleaner until he lifted his head again, his mouth coated and glistening, totally covered in you.

“fuck, i can't explain…” he breathed out. he almost came in his pants at that, as embarrassing as it was for him to admit. he wouldn't even dare palm himself now, any touch now would be dangerous and he would have a lot of work to clean it up later. “so fucking good, i swear. god, it was better than i imagined.”

you let out a breathless laugh, taking the sight of him on his knees, his forehead resting on your knee for a second as he caught his breath.

“i need to fuck you.”

a fierce blush spread over your cheeks at his words. you were never the type of person to have sex on the first date. but no, you weren't going to deny it. not when you wanted it as much as he did. not when he was different.

“and i need you to fuck me.”

the movie theater was behind you as your hurried footsteps made your way outside. your heart was beating as fast as your steps, you were even walking faster than him, his hand holding yours while the other hand still held your panties inside his closed fist. yeah, you didn't even bother to put it on. it’s not like you're going to need it now.

“motel?” he asked you. you shook your head. your adventurous spirit was at its peak now, and besides... you trusted him, but not enough to let him take you to a motel. 

“no, i was thinking about…” you said, stopping when you got close to his motorcycle. at this point, it was the only motorcycle parked there, and there were only three other cars there, all considerably far from where you were. 

“here?” he asked you, raising his eyebrows. he looked around. it was a quiet spot. it wasn't as well lit as the rest of that almost deserted parking lot. ‘’on my bike?’’ he asked again as he saw you leaning to support your weight a little on the leather seat. you swallowed a little, not knowing if he thought it was a good idea. or if he wouldn't like it.

‘’we don't have to…’’

‘’i want to.’’ alex approached you, putting his helmet on the ground near the front wheel of the bike and you did the same with your purse. he caged you between his body and the motorcycle, his arms on either side of your body, the heat of his body transmitting to yours. ‘’i just think you deserve to be fucked in a bed.’’

again, his words seemed to light a flame inside you. ‘’we can leave it for next time. i really like your bike.’’ you giggled, feeling his nose touching your cheek as he kissed your jaw. he smiled against your skin. you’re already thinking about the next time.

‘’course you did, huh? alright then. gonna fuck you from behind, what do you think?’’ he suggested, making you spin on your heels, your lower belly touching the leather seat, feeling his hard cock almost poking your ass if it weren't for the layers of clothes getting in the way. you could feel how thick he is. just like in the photos and videos.

alex didn't want to waste time. he handed you your panties so you could hold them yourself, soon having his hands free to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper of his jeans, putting his hand inside his boxers to take out his pulsing and aching length of that tightness that felt like a prison.

he pumped his cock a few times while his other hand was lost inside his pants pocket, taking his wallet to take out a condom from inside.

‘’i can't see a damn thing.’’ he complained softly, searching for the foil package in the compartments of his wallet, finally finding it after a thorough search, ripping the packaging with his teeth and rolling it on his cock. ‘’you good?'' he asked, kissing your bare shoulder, his body molding against yours like a lego piece fitting together.

‘’mhmm, can't wait…’’ you nodded eagerly, bending your body a bit more on the motorcycle, feeling him lift the hem of your dress a bit, almost twisting the fabric as he closed his fist against it to keep it above your tailbone.

‘’such a greedy girl, huh? all shy when you saw me and now you're practically begging me to fuck you on top of my motorcycle.’’ he teased you, sliding his already condom-covered cock through your sticky folds before lining his fat tip at your entrance. ‘’are you a virgin?’’

‘’no.’’ you answered without having to think much.

‘’good.’’ he replied. not that he would have a problem if you were, but he felt like he would have to be a lot more careful. and that it should preferably be in a bed and not on top of a motorcycle.

god, you both were on fire. all the video calls, all the times he masturbated in front of the camera for you, all the nights he daydreamed about you, none of it came close to this moment. he have you, all of you, including your pussy, all to himself so he could fuck you senseless.

his tip slowly nudged and stretched you, an almost pathetic moan dared to escape your lips as you balanced yourself, letting your weight fall on the bike. he almost let a whine escape as he felt the warmth of your pussy. god, he couldn't even measure how much he wanted this, how much he had desired this since the moment he saw you.

‘’ready?’’ he asked one last time, his breath threatening to fail, his cock was already aligned, he just needed to push, your pussy was so wet from your own wetness and his spit from earlier.

‘’please…’’ you whined, looking at him over your shoulder, feeling his hand go to your waist to squeeze and bring some stability to him.

so, he didn't hold back. alex tortuously stretched your cunt as he began thrusting deliciously slowly, his bulky cock pushing past your tight gummy walls until he bottomed out.

‘’fuck.’’ he said between gritted teeth at the feeling of your pussy already clenching around him, so tightly that it was almost hard to move. ‘’sure you’re not a virgin? so fucking tight.’’

you could chuckle at his words if you weren’t trying to get used to him. ‘’you're the one who's too much for me.’’ you replied. you weren't used to this. when you saw his cock on the screen of your laptop, you knew it was big, but you didn't know you'd have to work to accommodate it, you didn't know he'd stretch you so much.

‘’easy, baby. let me in.’’ he coaxed you. ‘’shit, you're so…’’ he grunted again, swallowing thickly. he didn't know if it was because he was really horny for that moment or if it was because you were really tight. maybe both.

your hands gripped the leather of the seat, your palms sweating more as you tried to relax for him, letting alex pump his cock in and out of you, your cunt swallowing and sucking him up, almost trapping him inside you.

‘’yeah, just like this, doing so good, let me fuck you good, hm?’’ he whispered in your ear, kissing your earlobe, starting to thrust at a gradually increasing pace. he released your dress, bringing his hand to your cheek, pinching it slightly, making your skin flush where he pinched.

‘’fuck, you feel so good, so thick…’’ you gasped, your eyes getting glassy because while it felt good, it was also too much for you. he smiled cockily at your praise, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger, making you turn your face so you could look at him.

‘’yeah, baby? do you like my cock? it's so much better in person, hm? you're sucking him whole already.’’ he mumbled, pounding into your pussy with purpose. your eyes closed shut, an almost pornographic moan escaping your lips.

alex could scold you not to moan so loud because they were in public, but fuck, he liked it. he loved watching you practically cry while he fucked you dumb like he hated you. he loved praise you. and you loved being praised. not by anyone, but by him.

this was definitely the most intense, rough and nasty sex you had ever experienced. and you didn't know how much you loved it until you felt his cock filling your warm and wet cunt, you didn't know if the squeaking sound was because of the bike rocking to your rhythm or if it was your pussy that was so wet it was starting to squish.

you whimpered when his hand wrapped around your throat, the cold metal of his ring pressed right into your windpipe making you want to cough amidst your moans. his belt buckle hit your thigh, the tingling sound echoing through your ears as he thrusted hard into you, your greedy pussy was already creaming him to the brim, his abs tensed with the familiar feeling of an approaching climax.

you started to feel that pressure building right below your belly button, your knees threatening to fail, and his grip tightened on your waist, keeping you up. alex angled his hips, hitting your spot right on target, making you mewl, closing your eyes shut. he watched your face, knowing he had hit it. so he did it again. and again. and again.

‘’gonna cum for me again?’’ he asked with a satisfied smile on his lips, seeing you nodding immediately. ‘’yeah?’’' and he hitted that spot again, rolling his hips, the soft skin of your ass slapping against his pelvis, you could feel that region of him more assertively, feeling that the area had been trimmed. no pubic hair. at least not now on this first date.

‘’gonna cum for you, al, i'm gonna-’’ you stammered, almost letting a bit of saliva escape your mouth. you were so fucked up in a literal way, you could barely remember where you were and what day it was.

you clenched hard around his cock, almost making him stop. he let out a whimper. oh god, a whimper. you've heard him moan before, but they were rough, throaty moans. it was a whimper, a plea, a sign that he was getting sensitive and that he would cum at any moment, just waiting for you.

alex kissed your neck, doing his best not to leave visible marks on you, sinking inside you with lazy and sloppily thrusts, his fat tip hitting your cervix over and over again. your smell mixed with sweat felt like something heavenly, making him want to live in your skin, live inside you forever if it meant continuing to have this feeling.

your eyes rolled as you felt your orgasm hitting you like a bullet. your toes curled, your legs closed and your knees gave out as you whined, but he thrusted harder, forcing you to stand up again to finish, you squealed at how deliciously rough he was with you.

‘’wish i could fill you up with my cum, baby.’’ he groaned, his words already tying his own mind in knots, a chill ran through his body like electricity at the thought of filling you with his cum, marking you with it to the brim, and that was enough for him to cum, his hot cum shooting up your walls, being contained by the condom. you felt everything heat up even more inside you. ‘’mmm fucking hell…’’ he exhaled, his body stopping completely when he felt there was nothing left to come out, he had already emptied himself completely inside you. or rather, the condom.

you were shaking, still experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm, feeling him loosen his grip on your throat, his fingers running through your hair, removing some from your sweaty face.

‘’are you okay?’’ he asked, searching your face. you licked your puffy pouty lips, a fucked out expression plastered on your face as a low chuckle escaped.

‘’yeah. i just need some time.’’ you admitted. he hummed in agreement.

‘’i'm gonna pull out, okay?’’ he announced softly, his hand on your waist lightly caressing you with his thumb as he disconnected from you, you hissed at the feeling. your sore pussy was already used to him as if it no longer made sense not to feel him filling you anymore. ‘’there you go, babe.’’ he cooed, massaging your lower back as you took a breath and found the strength to stand up.

he discarded the used condom, his sensitive and sticky cock was already inside his boxers. you turned around to see him, he was a fucking sight to behold. he smiled at you, a fucked out expression was also tattooed on his face along with his messy hair.

‘’what?’’ he asked, buckling his belt again.

‘’you're so hot.’’ you said almost in a whisper.

‘’uh oh. you're flattering me already.’’ he chuckled, almost shy at your compliment, circling his arms around you, caressing your exhausted body. alex kissed the top of your head, acting so delicate like he wasn’t fucking you like you’re a slut minutes ago. ‘’that was amazing, really. you are amazing.’’

you smiled, letting him spread sweet kisses over the top of your head. it wasn't like an aftercare in bed, with cuddles and a hot bath afterwards, but it was enough for you now. he was enough for you now.

‘’want some water?' i can buy some for us.’’ he asked you. you shook your head, even though your throat was dry now, you didn't want to bother him. he could sense it. ‘’you’re so stubborn.’’ he grumbled in a playful way, breaking the hug. ‘’be right back.’’

you laughed foolishly, watching him go back to the movie theater. you took the opportunity to put your panties back on, the lace panties were in your hand the whole time and you couldn't stay without your underwear all the time. alex came back with a bottle of cold water for you a few minutes later. you drank half of the bottle, leaving the other half for him. he let out a satisfied sigh when he finished, throwing the plastic bottle in the trash.

‘’can i take you home?’’

you thought about the offer. your parents couldn't even dream of seeing you arrive on a motorcycle owned by a 'stranger' but you also didn't want to turn down his ride.

‘’sure.’’ you smiled at him, accepting the ride. alex had an extra helmet that he kept under the seat of his motorcycle. not that he always took someone with him, it was more for occasional situations like this.

soon enough, you were on his bike, wrapping your arms around his waist. alex would sometimes accelerate exaggeratedly just to irritate you, your voice almost shrill amidst the frenzy of the streets telling him to slow down. he laughed and you laughed along, pinching his belly over the fabric of his shirt as you felt him speeding his bike through the streets. you loved the adrenaline, the wind cutting through your face partially covered by the helmet and the low sound of his laughter when you told him to slow down a little.

you had already hitched a ride on a motorcycle a few times, but now, somehow, it felt different. as if your body next to his warmed you up more than usual as you held on tight to him whenever he accelerated after the traffic light turned green.

and this heat got worse when you looked at him in the right rearview mirror, seeing that the helmet covered part of his face, leaving only his eyes focused on the traffic visible, his huge nose and a small part of his upper lip. you have to say that you had a certain kind of meltdown when he caught you looking at him by looking at your reflection in the mirror.

soon, he was parking his motorcycle next to your house, you asked him to drop you off a few houses earlier so as not to run any risks. deep down, you wished he would take longer to get there, but you didn't dare say it out loud as you handed the helmet back to him. there was still a hint of afterglow in the air as he put the helmet back in silence.

‘’so, did you like the movie?’’ he asked in a playful way. obviously he wasn't referring to the movie. you giggled.

‘’yeah. very much.’’ you smiled at him, feeling his arms back to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

‘’i loved it. i loved meeting you. you're so fucking prettier in person.’’ he said, taking in the sight of you under the amber streetlight.

he couldn't help but want to kiss you, making you have to tilt your face so your head wouldn't hit the visor of his helmet. you could taste yourself in his mouth, but you weren't the least bit worried about it, wanting to savor this moment before he left.

‘’i'll see you next week?’’ he asked after breaking the kiss, his face still close to yours.

‘’next week?’’ you asked, blinking a few times.

‘’yeah. there's going to be a get-together at the pub where i work next saturday.’’ he replied, making an informal invitation to you.

you needed to think a little. you didn't usually go to pubs, much less at night. you really needed to think before accepting. he smiled at you, pinching your cheek.

‘’don't worry, you'll have time to think. but the entrance is free.’’ he pecked your lips one last time. ‘’and i'll make sure to make the best margarita you've ever had in your life.’’

a/n: riiiiight. this is my first note here after post something, just a taglist for my babe 'cause she asked me to: @thenightslikeawhirlwind

(let me know if you want to be tagged too :3)

[drachonia]

𝐭 𝐫 𝐚 𝐧 𝐬 𝐩 𝐨 𝐬 𝐢 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 .

Kinktober 2024 Day 12 William Rex x OC insert (Elisabeth)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: thought i'd try a sort of role-swap for this prompt! hope you guys like it. also something i learned today: transposition can mean the act of putting yourself in another's shoes, but it's also the name for a series of moves in chess! 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: role-reversal, consensual curse-play.

Elisabeth’s bedroom was a simple one, minimal clutter and maximum comforts. Not a chair nor a lounge lacked a cushion or loose-knitted throw for comfort. A vivid maroon accented with a deep gold was the palette for the cursed lady’s room, like a mix of her dark black hair and crimson eyes. Typically the room’s owner relaxed in her room alone until she was called upon, but tonight she had the company of a partner…a young nobleman with an appearance that would have otherwise reminded her of a villain.

“Will.” She called softly, sitting on the settee at the foot of her bed and reaching a hand out to her lover as the door clicked shut behind him. Her pale-haired paramour crossed the room in a few steps, drawn in by her call and lightly wrapping her in his arms as he knelt in front of her, chin cradling itself in her open palm. He was a man who knew how to be greedy and do as he pleased, and she adored that about him.

“What does my darling wish for tonight?” He murmured in a sweet, lulling baritone. His lips curved up at the edges as those eyes silently asked for something. The little game they played of educated guesses and playful hints reminded her of something a young betrothed might come up with, though the answers they both uncovered were much darker than anything innocent minds could muster.

“I’d like to grant any wishes my lover might have. I pray you feel less confined tonight.” She tenderly cradled his face with both hands, feeling him lean into her fingertips, blood-red eyes slipping closed slow like a soothed predator. Once they flicked open again, his lips quirked up subtly with an idea, “Tell me exactly how I would ravish you,” he crawled up to where his face was level with her own, knees braced on either side of her, “use every bit of power you have on me until we’re both absolutely spent.” Anyone who saw how that gaze shifted with each word would think William disturbed with how his eyes grew more vivid red and excited with each syllable, but Elisabeth knew her lover simply adored freedom. And now he wanted that stripped for mutual pleasure. It sounded completely against both of their codes, but oh so sweet.

Elisabeth drew a breath.

“Would you—“

“Demand it of me, my darling. Please.” He stroked her cheek, leaning in more.

Her breath quickened as he confirmed her this was what he wanted. She shifted back to sit on the softness of her bed, as if running from him, but…

“Undress me, slowly, make sure to trace every inch while you do.”

She swore she saw William shiver at her words as he climbed over her, his knee gently nudging her thighs apart through her skirt. he felt up her stomach toward her chest before starting to unbutton the bodice with slow fingers, tracing the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell beneath his hands.

“You look positively delicious.” He murmured, his fingers finally exposing enough of the bodice to show a generous amount of creamy skin just beneath her underclothes. He felt a thumb over each nipple through the fabric before drawing back to her remaining buttons, coaxing gentle huffs and moans from the lady beneath him. Eventually he reached the last button just above her hips, stroking his thumbs low enough to tease them both before easing the button through its hole to slide the fabric off of her body.

Next came her skirts, and William was a bit less gentlemanly as he hoisted the fabric up to Elisabeth’s thighs, one hand pressed down against her hip as he searched for the ribbons near the back that held them in place with the other, slowly drawing the ends outward to loosen the skirts and tug them off bit by bit as her skin was further revealed to him. He took careful note that her underclothes were far less covering than he expected. That alone caused a surge of desire and darkness that was only soothed by the curse keeping his actions at bay. Once his fingers reached down her thighs, he looked into her eyes, his chest heaving slightly as she moved her own hands to brush his decorated overcoat down his shoulders and off his arms. His shirt buttons she made quick work of before running her palms beneath his slightly opened collar and over his heated skin.

The sensation of skin on skin only seemed to pull them closer to one another, William leaning fully over her and kissing her deeply as he slowly traced the laced neckline of her undergarment, kissing from the corner of her lips down her pretty jawline to linger against her neck as he took special care to mark it once with a rough nip of his teeth and gentle rolling of his tongue over the reddened mark. Each touch and kiss drawing a soft noise from the Cursed woman’s lips.

Next, his lips trailed down the contour of her collarbone, tongue gently tracing between her breasts to her cleavage before brushing the outline of her clothing as he slowly untied the lacin. Each inch of exposed skin seemed to rise with goosebumps as William exposed Elisabeth with a — mostly — silent appreciation. Hungry lips continued to tease the swell of her chest even as the fabric dragged over her nipples, exposing the sensitive buds as he let her chemise lay half stripped from her. He delved back in to suck at the rosy tinted skin with voracity as his vivid red eyes glanced up through pale lashes at his beloved. Will gave a hum of approval at her disheveled state, awaiting her next command as he sat up above her.

After catching her breath, the dark-haired lady managed a few words, “Don’t let me go until morning. Even if I pass out.”

A low, purring chuckle resonated through his chest as he moved like a man possessed, eyes filled with excitement of what was to come as he grasped her lacy garments that remained, curling them in his fingers and tugging down with a rough motion that betrayed his usual gentlemanly nature. Fabric ripped, she gasped, he chuckled, and soon the only thing the woman could think of was the feeling of his hands on her breasts and thighs.

“W—ill!” She gasped, breath hitching mid-cry as he slipped his fingers in and out of her heat, slowly scissoring her folds apart with a heady sigh that fanned her cheeks and wrapped her in the scent of freshly cut roses. His nails gently scratched every itch inside, fingers curling like he was beckoning her to press herself closer to him, though their bodies were practically melted into one.

“Mm!” Elisabeth sighed out, digging her nails into his biceps as he leaned over her a bit more, taking his fingers out gingerly and slipping them between his lips one by one until they were suckled clean of her. William gave a lick of his lips as his lover stared at him with a dreamy pout on her face.

“It’s like you’re begging me now, even though you commanded I keep you satisfied through the night.” He pressed his tip against her entrance, “Not that I mind, I quite like the thought of taking every last piece of my monarch until she’s an absolute mess for me.” He drawled sweetly as he accented his words by slowly sinking into her.

His pace started slow and rocking, tender and amorous, but gradually built to accommodate the gasping breaths of the ‘monarch’ beneath him. Every thrust was punctuated with a string of Elisabeth’s gasping moans and William’s soft purrs until both of them eventually fell over that delightful edge, warmth shared between them. The two fell onto the bed together, William gently resting his lover’s thigh over his hip gently as he stroked the small of her back. Elisabeth only felt a few short minutes of relaxation and reprieve before Will started to shift every so often.

“William…” she groaned, cheeks flushed as she hid in his chest, “We just finished—“

“You said until morning, my love, and I am holding you to it.” Scarlet eyes glimmered as he rolled back on top of her, not to stop until her will was finished.

[koscheimaryas]

mais uma pra nação amarabasil + a hopeless violence, i named it, ‘love’.

The sky battered down Amara’s window in violent swirls of rain; by that point, she had started wondering if she had done something to offend it. 

The same bone-rattling cold caused by the downpour outside could be felt inside those walls. It seemed the girl had not moved an inch since she had decided to take a much needed, limb-melting bath, the water having run cold hours ago. Outside, precious rays of sunlight filtered down the valley slowly, plunging her bathroom in a comforting darkness. It made her feel at ease. It gave her time to think.

Such a thing proved itself more and more necessary every single day. As the weeks went by, like sand trickling through an hourglass, some type of sedating, creeping madness took root inside Amara’s mind. She had to know it was soon to come. After all, making the reckless decisions she had made had terrible consequences, and fate would make sure she paid it with her sanity.

It wasn’t like what the greek decided to go through had been completely thoughtless. She had the means to it, all the necessary gadgets, courage and bite, and wisdom beyond her years. The one thing Tavoularis didn’t have was the ability to understand what could happen afterwards; a demon was an expected outcome. Basileus wasn’t.

In her mind, he had stopped being simply a demon a long time ago. Basil was a scholar, an essential confidante, a friend, an unmoored obsession. He was so much more present in ways not even her human clique could be. They understood each other, as far as a girl and a magical thing could, but Amara’s mistake lied in her naive empathy. 

She had forgotten he was endless, and she was not, that his beauty derived from nightmares, from deviousness. As much as he accompanied her wherever, giving her a sense of belonging she had never felt anywhere else, the demon could very much be guiding the girl to her impending doom. She would go sweetly, if needed. Those days, Basileus could make her do anything he wanted. Amara was as good as dead, caught in his snare.

Something had changed that day, when he had caught her oblivious to what happened around her inside that very cubicle, water trickling down her skin just like it did in that moment. Knowing he had been so engrossed in one of her most mindless tasks had tilted Amara’s world, destabilized it. It made her realize she wasn’t the only one sick with longing, terrified by their strange connection. If the demon could end her, she feared she could do just the same. 

Once a grounded, almost bored scholar, the Greek was then something else. She walked her usual paths inattentively, mind consumed by Basil, by his whereabouts and what his next apparition could bring. The nights were always the worst. Tavoularis couldn’t control her sleep-induced brain, plagued with the most beautiful dreams featuring him, by the phantom of a touch that could never be. The finger that slid down her spine as she tossed and turned would never be his, as much as she wanted to. 

Fearing the desire that only her consciousness could bring forth, Amara tried her hardest to stay awake. There, in that insufferably cold bathtub, she forced herself to come to reason, even when the damage had already been done. It was the most hopeless of violences. She would not name it with its truth.

She felt him way before she saw him. The way breathing turned harder and mindless panic caught her by the throat were always strong indications that Basileus was near; soon after, the rickety chair set close to the tub creaked for the slightest second. He couldn’t announce his presence for any longer than that hopeful, heartbreaking moment, when he was real, and then he was not. The quick outbursts of lightning in the sky highlighted his godly form, and Amara couldn’t bring herself to look away.

“Not asking for forgiveness anymore, are you?” She let out a deep breath, fingers gliding through the gelid water. The girl didn’t bother hiding whatever could be seen. After all, it only accentuated her vulnerability and his eternal imperviousness. “I should get myself a good lock for that door.”

Having him so near was almost painful. Amara wanted to grab him by his shoulders and shake him out of that act, to personally make him into something substantial and pliable enough. For once in that inexplicable bond of theirs, she wanted to have the upper hand; to know how it felt to be the oblivious master of someone, like he was hers. Commanding him through blood and magic would never compare to her despicable surrender. 

As much as those thoughts plagued her daily, as usual, she didn’t let out a thing. The Greek simply rested her face in one of her hands as she watched him, cataloging those features that she knew better than anyone else, better than her own. Amara had been slowly fading as the obsession for Basileus consumed her very existence. Maybe that was his goal all along. 

“What are you here for, Basileus?” She deeply feared she was right about that. Outside, the world drowned in unforgiving curtains of rain. Inside, nothing seemed to be much different. 

[thuganomxcs]

“Hmmm? What’d you mean princess?” That sentence was quite ominous, he of course did not wanted to assume that she might have been terminal or something considering 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 were the exact vibes he was getting from what she said to him. However, there was a part of him that thought something else..maybe she meant it in the sense that her life was not 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 any longer..or at least the moment she graduated but then again who was Yusuke to pry in her life?

Eh, what the hell he figured he would try to pry either way. There was simply too big of a heart that occupied his body, stranger or friend he always found himself caring in some form. ━━   ❝   𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭' 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲?   ❞ There, he made the assumption purely because he couldn’t think of her being on ‘borrowed’ time. People had their time to go which is something he knows better than most but still.

His brow remained risen in curiosity as he awaits her answer. All the while trying to think of what to order..maybe something extravagant in order to put this little moment behind, hmmm would be a good idea to check out the menu soon.

A small smile found its way to her face at his words, maybe it was a date ? Even if it didn't amount to much , sakura couldn't find it in herself to push down the small excitement in her system.

She wondered if he just wanted someone to go with him to this place he likes, or if their is more to asking her.

" I see "

Maybe she could make him something as a thank you ? She shook away those thoughts as she followed him until they reached the shop. Sakura found herself pausing for a moment as she genuinely looked at him. He had really pretty eyes....and his gaze-

"Thank you "

For asking me to do something with you, for taking me out to do something normal, for asking about something she wanted. The thank you could convene so much yet it concaved nothing at all. Her thoughts linger on what she knows about yusuke urameshi and she finds she knows nothing about him. The rumors and whispers mean little to her when they paint someone diffrent then who she's seeing.

" Do you plan to do anything after graduation ?"

Why is she asking that ? She has no future after graduation so why is she interested in his - Yet the question is asked and she won't doesn't regret it.