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pseudepigraphon · 1 year ago
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Image description: Flat digital art of Adso of Melk from The Name of the Rose as the tarot card of the fool. He has a blank smile on his face as he reaches forward out of the card, a rose pinched in his other hand. The landscape of the forest and slopes is abstracted behind him, with the sun beaming overhead. The card is framed by rose cuttings. End ID.
name of the rose november day 1 - novice
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wintfleur · 7 months ago
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hi lovebug!!! congratulations on 1k! the most deserving person ever, i'm truly blown away by all of your works!!
i cannot stop thinking about the "[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends" prompt from the last list (🌷) with lando ofc! like i can totally see him just waltzing up to you, a little bit guilty after a silly argument, and placing a kiss on ur lips as a truce 🥹
again, congratulations on 1k, and here's to many more! i love love love you!! <33
౨ৎ your lips, my lips.
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﹕─┈ pairings ( Lando norris x female! reader )
°. — details ( g; angsty, fluffy. w; kissing, I think that’s all. wc; 1.9k )
﹕─┈ prompt ~ a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends
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“He’s just being nice” Lily spoke loud enough so you could hear over the loud music that bounced off the walls of the club they were spending their night at. She placed her hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as she watched you look at your boyfriend from afar, a sad and disappointed look in your eyes. 
Lily tilts her head to look at her own boyfriend who sat next to her in the booth they had for the night, he was leaning back and sipping on his alcoholic beverage. Lily nudged his knee under the table with hers, motioning her head towards you once he turned his gaze to her. Oscar gets the memo, and he clears his throat and sets his glass down on the table, giving you an awkward smile when you turn your head to look at him “Yeah you know Lando, he loves talking to his fans.” 
Your heart drops and a frown quickly forms on your lips at oscars words. You look back to your boyfriend, he was standing near the bar, surrounded by 3 girls. They had come up to the two of you while you waited for your new drink, and you could tell that they were big fans of his as they went on and on about him . . . completely ignoring your presence and leaving you standing there uncomfortably with a fake smile on your lips. 
You look down at your lap where you had your hands folded on, your eyes lingering on the shiny ring lando had gotten you for your anniversary. Lando had always made it clear that you were the only one for him, the only one he loves, but you can't help but feel insecure when tons of beautiful girls come up to lando, fans or not. Oscar's words did not help. 
Lily furrows her perfect eyebrows and slaps Oscar's thigh, giving him a look of disbelief at his choice of words. Oscar winces and gives the two girls a sorry smile. “Men am I right?” lily giggled as she nudged her shoulder with yours, and for the first time since the beginning of the night, you had a genuine smile on your face, tilting your head back as you joined lily in laughter. Oscar playfully rolled his eyes, but nonetheless joined the two girls in laughter. 
“What's so funny?” Lando asked the laughing trio as he slid into the booth right next to you, his arm moving to rest on the booth edge behind you. Lando had a happy smile on his lips as he watched you laugh, you always looked so carefree whenever you laugh, and it was by far his favorite sound. 
“Oh! Just Oscar being an idiot” Lily answered for you, giving Lando a small smile before looking back at you. You were looking down at your lap, acting as if your painted nails were more interesting than anything, Lily is your best friend, she could see that you had gotten in your own head with negative thoughts. 
“Oh, so nothing new '' Lando chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly tracing random shapes on your shoulder. Oscar rolled his eyes but laughed at Lando's words, of course he was going to take the chance to tease him like always. “Wow” 
Lily brings her hand up to cover her mouth, and you would think she was an award-winning actress with the perfect fake yawn she let out, at the same time she was gently kicking Oscar under the table, giving him the side eye. Lily wasn't really tired, in all honesty she could go a couple more hours before wanting to go home . . . but you, her best friend, wanted to go home.
This time Oscar doesn't say something stupid and instead he makes up some stupid excuse that they have to wake up early in the morning, the two of them already tired from a long day. And before they all knew it, they were standing outside of the club, Oscar and Lando giving each other a bro hug while you and Lily had a hug of your own. Lily whispering sweet reassuring words in your ear before getting in the uber with her boyfriend. A sigh leaving your lips as you watched them go. 
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Lando could tell something was wrong, it was obvious with the way you were acting ever since you got in the uber. You weren't curled up on his side, excitedly talking about everything that happened tonight, like you always do. Instead, you sat by the door, resting your head against the cold window as you looked out at all the lights and buildings you passed by. 
The silence was loud . . . in the uber, the walk through the hotel, the elevator ride, it was all silent and it was driving him crazy. Lando locked their hotel room behind him as they walked into the large room, a sigh leaving his lips as he watched you immediately go into the bathroom to change. The hotel room was already filled with tension as you closed the door loudly, it wasn't a slam . . . but it proved to him that you weren't happy. 
He lets out another sigh as he drops his phone, wallet and watch on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed. Dropping his face in his hands while his elbows rested on his knees, his mind racking through ideas on why you would be upset with him. But he honestly couldn't think of anything, it was a great night . . . until it wasn't, and he had no idea why. 
He sat in the same spot for a few minutes, his thoughts all of you, until he got up with a sigh and made his way to his luggage, decided to get ready for bed. He knew you would be in there a while getting unready from the night out and getting ready for bed, and plus you were upset with him . . . you were gonna make him wait while you took your sweet time. 
Lando was pulling down the blanket of the neatly made bed, already dressed for bed when you came out of the bathroom. You were dressed for bed, and you didn't even look at your boyfriend, who paused his movement to watch as you leaned down to put your clothes neatly into your suitcase. Your shoulders tense and your eyes tired. 
“Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?” Lando asked as he broke the silence of the dimly lit hotel room, for a moment you paused your actions, but you quickly continued to close your suitcase, you didn't want to think of it anymore. You were tired, emotionally and physically. 
You got up and made your way to your side of the bed, carefully setting your jewelry on the bedside table, along with your phone. You could feel his heavy gaze on your back as he got up from the bed, desperate for your answer. An answer you weren't ready to give. “I don't want to talk about it lando” 
“Well too bad because I do” Lando groans as he gently grabs your arm and slowly turns you around to face him Lando looks down at you and a frown forms on his lips at the upset look on your face, this time he speaks softer “You know i can't stand it when you're upset with me, So please . . . What did I do?” 
“Of course you wouldn't notice, you were too busy with that group of fawning girls” you rolled your eyes as you pulled your arm out of your boyfriends hold, crossing your arms and looking out at the floor to ceiling window that gave a beautiful view of the city. You didn't want to look at him, to let him see how much you were letting this affect you. 
“Is that what this is about? Those girls?” he asked, and your silence was a perfect enough answer for him. He tries to remember everything that happened when the small group of girls came up to them, and he feels like an idiot and a dick when he recalls how he gave them all his attention and the obviously fake smile you gave him before leaving. 
“Baby” Lando muttered sadly; his eyes softened as he thought about how you must have felt. His hands traveled slowly up your arms and rested on your tense shoulders. You let out an annoyed huff, masking the insecurity you felt with annoyance. God it was embarrassing, Lando never did anything to make you think he wouldn't be faithful . . . and yet that insecurity never left. “Lando please i don't want to ta⸺ “ 
A sound of surprise leaves your lips at the sudden interruption and the feeling of his soft lips on yours. Your eyes quickly shut, and you couldn't help but lean into his soft hold on your face. Slow, but passionate kisses like this always took your breath away, your lips moved in tandem. It wasn't fair how quick your mind blanked whenever he kissed you, all your thoughts before would vanish and all you could focus on was him. 
Lando reluctantly pulled away from the kiss “You don't have to talk, just listen” He whispered breathlessly against your lips, still gently holding your face. You flutter your eyes open and nod softly, it was like he kissed all your words away. There was a small part of you that wanted to push him away and shout at him for distracting you, but you were weak to his charms. 
“You have every right to be upset with me darling, I shouldn't have done that . . . I’m sorry I made you feel like you're not important to me, because you are. Ever since I met you, you have been the most important person in my life” Lando didn't break eye contact once, as he poured his heart out to you. Before you, he had trouble talking about his feelings, it was scary showing that intimate and sincere part.
 But he had no fear when he was with you, and he didn't want you to have any either. 
“But my heart only has room for one girl, and she happens to be the funniest, prettiest, most intelligent woman I know . . . you” every compliment he gave you, he pulled you closer to him, you were basically flush against him, and you hoped he couldn't hear or feel your loud heartbeat. Little did you know that his heartbeat was just as fast as yours. 
“Lando” you whispered, the tears in your waterline almost overflowing and rolling down your cheeks as you looked up at him. You had so many things you wanted to say, but nothing could come out, all you could do is look at him with love in your eyes. God he couldn't take his eyes off of you, even with tears in your eyes you were still the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. The city lights coming from the window made you glow. 
“Let me show you how beautiful you are” he whispered, his hands slipped under your sleep shirt and his fingers caressed the soft skin of your hips, pressing your hips flush against him. You were sure he could hear your heartbeat now. He leaned down to place a trail of soft kisses up your neck. Placing a longer kiss under your ear before whispering huskily 
“Let me show you how much i love you.”
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peppertoastuniverse · 2 months ago
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more than a late night snack – gojo satoru chapter 5: mandarin
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contents: gojo Satoru x reader, FLUFF , satoru being a little shit, 2 idiots summary: when you consistently ignore gojo’s frequent texts to hang out, he takes matters into his own hands wc: 3.2k
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“whoa, didn’t expect you to fall for me like this,” he says, feeling his laughter through his chest, breathing life into the dark corners of your cavity. it was too much. he was always too much. regaining your senses, you squawk out of embarrassment, concrete realization of where you were in the form of his thumb moving back and forth on your side, a half hearted attempt to soothe you. self consciousness fuelling your uncoordinated limbs you scramble to separate yourself from him.
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ding. ding.  it only took two impatient sounds to disturb your peace. slightly groaning as you hear the echoing source of your current pain: your phone. ever since gojo got a hold of your number it like was like his grating voice was constantly in your head. he constantly texted you, blowing up your phone about anything and everything. from what he swore was the best daifuku in Tokyo he discovered last week, or complaining about how unfair it was that ieri kicked him out of her room again or sending you photos of him post mission, peace signs prominent with a cheery grin while geto was in the background back turned, hunched over presumably throwing up from a particular nasty curse he had to ingest - gojo never failed to message you.
for the most part you didn’t respond to gojo’s constant messages, but that didn’t deter him, if anything it prompted him to text you even more. in your eyes, it was only a matter of time before he would get tired of you - you were just waiting for him to realise what you knew was going to happen. it was a reason why you kept your walls so high, you enjoyed the safety and predictability of the darkness and satoru gojo was too bright.
turning back to your desk you pick up your discarded pen, twirling it in your hands absentmindedly. how long have you been at this?  probably 3 hours at least. you quickly skim through his messages while you regather your papers together.
gojo: hehe look at this (2:13pm) [image] (2:13pm)
you open the attachment begrudgingly, the unopened image taunting you, peaking your curiosity. it was a blurry photo of an annoyed geto, mouth open probably cussing gojo out, violet eyes flashing in warning looking beyond the camera with his arms attempting to grab the phone from him. his dark bangs frame his face as usual but the rest of his dark hair was pulled into two high messy pigtails. snorting in amusement, you download the image - ah a new treasure. sometimes gojo could be useful. you return to the message thread, seeing a flow of multiple messages.
gojo: bbbbbb <3 (4:03pm) im booooored booooooooooored lets hangggg (6:04pm) lets do something rn (6:10pm) omg when r u gna stop ignoring me lol (6:20pm) (◞‸◟;) stoppp (6:21pm) how come u never answer me "( – ⌓ – ) (6:22pm) not cool b (6:25pm)
you easily silence your phone before hastily typing in a message to appease him.
you: busy (6:40pm)
gojo: (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) busy??? the whole day?! (6:40pm) busy with what (6:41pm) with whaaaat bbb ( 。 •̀ ᴖ •́ 。) (6:43pm)
you don’t bother answering him, instead choosing to ignore him for what seemed to be the millionth time . you really had to get this done – not that you wanted to hang out with gojo anyway. discarding your phone on your bedside table, you groan when you make your return to your desk. this was the worst part about being a sorcerer : the paperwork. you’ve put off the reports for the last 4 missions that you went on, plus you had to do the rest of your homework. you palm your temple with a sigh of anticipation in what surely was going to be a long night.
and then you hear it; a whine of your name beyond your door paired knocking on your door to an uneven rhythm. ughh. you could just imagine the overly dramatic pout on his face.
as to appease the assault that your door was taking, you opened the opposing barrier with a scowl on your face.
“how come you don’t answer my messages?” gojo immediately whines the minute he sees you.
“I told you, I’m busy!”
“but we’re friends! you answer suguru and shoko!”
“yeah because they don’t message me every 2 seconds – my phone is usually on silent anyway, so I forget to check.”
“ughhh… sooooo, can we hang out now?” he gripes, lowering his dark glasses, showing the crocodile tears dancing on his waterline.
“...i have all this paperwork to do, gojo.” you say opening your door wider, gesturing to your messy desk.
he sighs exasperate throwing his hands in the air. “…fine.” pout on full view he turns his firm back, not sparing you a second glance retreating into his room next to yours.
huh. that was easy. part of you felt validated in his easy retreat, it was something that you were used to, something expected – even from the strongest.
you settle back in to your desk, cursing your past self for putting this off for so long.
okay, okay, where were you? concentrate. ughhhh … what happened in nagasaki again? oh right it was that stupid scissor curse that cut you up pretty badly – not your best moment. geto really saved your ass back there with rainbow dragon. he ended up swallowing the curse later and annoyingly scolded you. but he also complained -
“babe!! i'm hooooomeeee!” the door handle rustles before abruptly opening, a mop of tousled white hair, barges into your room with no warning. your wide eyes narrow at the annoyance. waltzing in with a pep in his step, obnoxiously swinging a plastic bag filled to the brim of multiple cakes, sweets and sugary drinks was gojo with an aggravating smirk. you stare at him, hoping your heated glance would melt his grinning face off.
“don't give me that face, grumpy! i got ya some concentration snackies - aren't you glad i thought of you, huh? im such a good friend.” poking your shoulder in greeting ignoring your exasperated pout.
“no one appreciates me here! i'm more than just a pretty face, y'know.” gojo responds to your silence with a dramatic sigh. he settles the bulging bag on the floor he tosses his too long body onto your bed, jostling the soft pillows. you tsk in disapproval.
cooing as he spots Bun Bun peacefully resting on the middle of your bed, you watch as gojo's long limbs dramatically flail to pick up the pink bunny stuffie. “hey, lil’ guy,” he whispers, his slender nose nuzzling Bun Bun's plush cheeks, “i know, I know, babe’s not being fun again. yeah i know, i told her don't worry.” turning his head to meet your incredulous glare. your eye begins to twitch in annoyance, "that's not what he's saying!"
“uh huh, you're just jealous of our bond." he scrunches up his nose at you, " y’knowww you’re gonna get wrinkles early if you keep frowning so much!” gojo practically sings from your bed, infinity easily going up as you launch an eraser at him angrily. he snickers before settling on his side, moving Bun Bun lovingly to share the same pillow as him.
ignoring gojo was no easy feat, but luckily you were very experienced in that field. returning to your work on your desk, you bite your tongue with the urge to cuss him out. you wheel your chair around to fully ignore his distracting presence.
he always took up too much space, his very energy making it hard to focus.
resting your head on your palm, you prop your head up attempting get back into the zone of concentration.
alright, nagasaki. you smirk as you remember how geto complained how terrible it tasted and how amazing that ramen was that you and geto had after. he was worried about your shallow wounds despite your constant reassurance that you were fine, ugh suguru was way too considerate. you pretty much had to beg him to go get some food, you remember how you grinned self righteously as you watched his hesitation disappear the minute he tasted the broth. you had a suspicion it was partly because the curse tasted so bad. but that didn't stop geto from carrying you back on rainbow dragon despite your fear of heights. you wince as you remember ieri smacking you and geto when you got back because she was so pissed when you didn't return straight away with all of those cuts – 
“whatcha doing?” you feel gojo's warm breath in your ear, the action making you shudder at the intrusion.
abruptly you turn your head to see gojo’s face right next to yours over your shoulder, nose daring to brushing his smooth cheek.
yelping loudly, you jerk to the side causing you to fall off your chair in a fright. you hear gojo’s amused snort as you close your eyes waiting to hit the ground but … it never came.
warm arms lightly grip your abdomen preventing you from hitting the ground, you feel gojo’s firm chest behind your back as you sit clumsily in his lap, legs swung over to his left side. his skin was warm and soft, invading your senses with his familiar scent. the weight of his body against yours felt foreignly comforting. engulfing your already panicked state in a new level of unease, you weren't completely sure if you enjoyed his warmth or resented him for making you question it. you unconsciously settle your hand on his forearm against your stomach finding an overwhelming needing to ground yourself. you hoped that he couldn’t feel your loudly beating heart through your chest, or that his six eyes couldn't see the deeply buried holes in your heart. “whoa, didn’t expect you to fall for me like this,” he says, feeling his laughter through his chest, breathing life into the dark corners of your cavity.
it was too much. he was always too much.
regaining your senses, you squawk out of embarrassment, concrete realization of where you were in the form of his thumb moving back and forth on your side, a half hearted attempt to soothe you. self consciousness fuelling your uncoordinated limbs you scramble to separate yourself from him.
“ompff – uhh – careful where you're – ompff –  stepping, babe!” he stutters quickly, worry and slight panic tinging his voice. his body attempting to shift with your fussing to neutralize your erratic momovements, “look, I don’t give a fuck – oh geez – but the clan still wants an heir so – please be careful“ a large hand goes to still your shin.  
an heir? does he mean – oh. OH. in a panic you finally manage to slide down onto to the floor legs still draped over his thighs.
“d-don’t you have anything better to do?!” you deflect refusing to look him. crossing your arms across your chest, trying to distract yourself form thinking about gojo in that way.
gojo’s eyes widen. whoa, what's with that expression? this was ... new. he couldn’t help but notice how your face flushed, the heat gradually spreading to the tips of your ears, down your the column of your pretty throat...
“you would know if you checked your messages!” he huffs ignoring the way his ears turn pink, “we’re gonna hang out when you're done.”
when did you agree to this? ­­
"who decided that?" you said fighting the blush you knew decorated your face, face full of defiance.
he whines your name, “c'mon!!”
“ugh, I still have to do the stupid paperwork! i’ve put it off too long.” you groan flopping on the ground, using your hands to rub your eyes. truth be told, gojo being in your room felt almost suffocating. the air felt too stifling, like you were backed into a corner forced to always playing defence with the strongest. and you didn't want to play his stupid games.
breathing softly you watch as the growing shadows on the your ceiling frame your nagging restlessness to get work done.  gojo’s face popping into your view.
“why don’t you take a break? you’ve been working hard for hours – let’s have some snacks!” he adds, attempting to sweeten the deal. you shrug noncommittally, you just wanted to be free of that stupid paperwork. you hear the rustling of a plastic bag, as he digs through his haul, mumbling to himself, "not this.. ugh not this one either, hmm, that's definitely mine .. oh fuck i forgot i bought this heh.. where is it? i just..."
“m’ not in the mood for sweets, go–“
“i got you – I knew you’d want something boring!” you hear him rustling deeper into the plastic bag. you smell a burst of citrus. his grin comes into view again while he roughly shoves a few segments of a mandarin into your mouth, forcing the rest of the peeled fruit into your hand.
“mph! dude– “ you quickly chew the segment in surprise, mouth bursting with the refreshing juice, the orange’s soft flesh tangy and slightly sweet. “… huh. thanks.”
gojo hums victoriously, falling on his back beside you, legs bent, foot tapping out a rhythm.
you split your remaining mandarin in half, feeling for the larger portion and passing it in gojo’s surprised hands. slender fingers briefly mingling with each other, electricity brewing between them. you retreat your hands quickly, purposely ignoring his lingering fingers.
if he notices, gojo makes no mention of it, popping the whole mandarin in his mouth.
“so, why was suguru’s hair in pigtails?” you ask, amused smile growing on your face from the memory of geto’s disturbed expression. chewing on another segment, you could easily imagine geto's loud grumble and exasperation that you frequently heard when gojo was around him.
gojo barks out a laugh, half chewed mandarin still in his mouth. “idiot fell asleep in the common room and y’know… anything is fair game there,” he says shifting slightly to look at you.
“oh god. pff, yeah honestly he had it coming. poor suguru though, he’s been so busy lately, must've been exhausted… i’m surprised he didn’t murder you.”
“oh he tried, he summoned 3 curses,” gojo snickers, pushing his dark glasses up.
“… next time we should do space buns,” you grin mischievously.
“oh fuck that’s a great idea!” he shouts, repeatedly tapping the ground in excitement, matching grin on his face. gojo was practically vibrating with mischief, inching closer to you on the ground.
you couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. often times gojo reminded you of an overly excitable puppy, constantly wagging his tail, begging for attention. usually you'd get the puppy who would become your shadow, whining constantly for a walk and would harness their chaotic energy to trash a room just because. there's a reason why you were a cat person.
“but oh my goddd, have you touched his hair, babe? it’s so fucking soft? i don’t understand what he does but -" you watched gojo talk animatedly. his mouth dressed up in a boyish gin, pearly teeth on full display, emphasizing the dimple on his left side, embellishing the joy he was radiating. it was times like these where you were strangely more aware that satoru gojo was handsome. the soft slope of his cupid’s bow that lead to delicate lips, the slant of his slender nose, his soft cheeks -
you shake your head. god, he was so distracting. he was so annoying.
“ - hey? did ya hear me?” gojo asks, poking your cheek. you share back at him blindly, hoping he didn’t catch you staring. "huh?" stretching slightly you shift on to your side, curling your knees together so they almost touch his thighs. "what were you saying?"
“I said, I got you something!” not even bothering to hid his annoyed glare. he props himself up with his hand supporting his head, turning fully to you, mirroring your body. reaching into his back pocket, he takes out a silver phone charm. delicate and elegant, the neat row of varying silver and black beads strung on a intricate chain complimented the silver star at the end.
you blink at him. “wait- for me?” your eyes dart between the phone charm and his expectant smile.
“duh! it’s for your phone! so whenever you see it, it’ll remind you to answer my messages.” he jingles the keychain, waiting for you to take it.
you stare at him, a hidden expression on your face that he couldn’t decipher.
“man, I gotta do everything here, eh?” gojo pouts, rolling his eyes. he gracefully rolls over to reach for your phone on your bed side table with a sigh. plopping back down on his side, he loops the charm on to your phone grinning triumphantly.
“hehe, look, babe – now we have matching ones!!” he takes out his own phone to show you the same silver keychain on his phone. gojo hands you your phone back, immediately you admire the way the way the keychain captures the dim light of your bedside table. pretty. although gojo’s antics were dramatic and sometimes downright irritating, his constant effort to get to know you despite your adamant refusal was … endearing. you noticed that he was generous, not only constantly buying you, ieri and geto snacks or meals without prompting but generous in his time, annoyingly checking up on you when he didn't see you for a few hours. you had to admit that he did put up a good fight to your frank rebuffs. he noticed a lot more than you gave him credit for, he cared for his friends in his own way but fierce so. despite his arrogant and brash behaviour maybe, just maybe, he could be someone you could talk to once in a while, someone you could let in just a little bit. it wouldnt hurt to be on friendlier terms, right?
“… thanks gojo.” you say smiling in realization as you fiddle with the star of the keychain, unable to look at him.
something in gojo’s stomach flutters, not expecting your bashful demeanour. if you smiled at him like that, he think might collapse. he wasn’t even really sure what he did that granted him the privilege to see your smile, a genuine one - it was just a little trinket, an inexpensive thing he picked up because he was tired of radio silence from you. he smiled thinking about your reaction of something else, perhaps if he got you those specific chips that he noticed that you liked that were notorious for being be sold out at the convenience store or maybe a scarf since you always seemed to be cold or, or maybe even a necklace with his initials -
“… hey? gojo?" you ask softly.
"yes, my grumpy lil prince–" "shut up, before i take back what i'm going to say, idiot." you scoff, your dead pan glare, effectively doing the impossible in shutting up gojo. you sigh. god, were you going to regret this decision? "... if you give me like 2 hours in silence.." you palm your forehead, wondering if you've gone absolutely insane.
".... maybe we could watch a movie or something after?” you force out softly.
gojo smiles widely, almost bouncing up and down as he gets up from the floor, offering you a hand to help you up. you stare at his out stretched hand suspiciously.
“well, the sooner you get started the sooner we can watch!!”
hesitantly you accept his hand and his help. it was a strange feeling, one that you weren’t sure yet that you liked yet. you quickly sever the contact, dropping his hand immediately, not wanting to get used to this new sensation. you huff , moving towards your desk, reshuffling the papers with renewed energy.
turning around to face him, voice authoritative with warning, you meet his covered eyes “when I mean silence though gojo, I mean absolute silence.” he nods, looking back at you, he uses his slender pointer finger and thumb to zip his mouth, and toss away the key behind him, a promise in his bright eyes behind his dark glasses.
gojo resettles on your bed, with a triumphant sigh. he makes a point to grab Bun Bun to lay on his chest as he takes out his phone to play some games, his silver phone charm dancing in the light. you turn around, hands itching to finally get some work done, concentrating on summarizing the straight forward mission in hamura. an unusual silence aids the scratching of your pen on paper, propelling your rapid thoughts. but after 20 minutes of working, you hesitantly clear your throat, turning back to take a peek at gojo, his eyebrow quirked.
“… so, uh what movies are playing right now?”
you can hear the joy in his voice when he starts to weigh your options, even asking Bun Bun for his opinions and occasionally spoiling the plots for other options. With a soft grin, you found that this time you didn’t mind the chatter... or the company.
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a/n: he just wants to spend time with you ( 。 •̀ ᴖ •́ 。) --
head image credit: Itadakimasu dividers from: @/adornedwithlight
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lovemomhatepolice · 6 days ago
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wanna go on a little trip? - 1k celebration!
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hi babes!!
IT HAPPENED!!! (correction - happening right now as I type this) we just reached the first thousand of you here! i am terribly, terribly grateful for you guys being here and supporting me in what i am doing, really. it means a lot to me.
and so I thought and thought, how can I repay you (and also encourage new people) for your wonderful support - and I've come to the point where I'm going to take you on a little trip :)
from 17.11.2024 to 23.11.2024 you have time to get youself for our trip. after that time we are on our way and do not collect latecomers!
well, what will you need for this adventure?
wine drunk (send a 🍷 for a nswf request) — well, someone seems to have had too much to drink at the club on our trip. oh, and who's making out in the corner? where are you guys going? — if you don't have an idea, choose something from these wonderful prompts (smutty one-liners, subtle smut, smut prompt list, first time. smut sentence, smut, “I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it, pull it to the side and get all up in it”) authors: @creativepromptsforwriting, @nightprompts,
our dj (send a 💿 for a music request) — where is the dj? here you are, great! we have been waiting for you. turn on the music and it will be better right away — quick explanation: you write me the song you want and the character, EVENTUALLY the bigger details, and I write the story
oh no, we have problems (send a 🚔 for an angst) — what's that lights behind us? sh*t! i think we're in trouble. it's my fault?! no way, it's probably you who did something! — if you don't have an idea, choose something from these wonderful prompts (angry confessions, post argument, i can't stop loving you, situationship, too good for me, please don't leave me) authors: @dumplingsjinson, @me-writes-prompts,
10 UV (send a 🏝️ for a fluff) — it's so warm under that palm tree! I'm sweating all over, but the fact that I'm here with you makes my heart warm the most — if you don't have an idea, choose something from these wonderful prompts (acts of love, subtly physical affection, shy affection, established relationship, i care about you, falling in love, i think im in love with you, navigating through new relationship, no sexual intimacy) authors: @bonbonbee, @ricesinspo, @dumplingsjinson, @distort-t, @euthymiaaa, @me-writes-prompts)
and now the most important! who are we taking with us? all formula 1 drivers (and some exceptions like Arthur Leclerc), Pogues and Kooks, Avengers, footballers and wizards from Hogwarts
so once again - have fun! thank you lovely and let's fly for another thousand, eh?
your forever loving, fausti
PS. NO LIMITS, YOU CAN ORDER AS MUCH AS YOU WANT! and so can you reblog it to encourage fun :)
all stories will be tagged #tripwithfausti
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lyingindecay · 7 months ago
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Idk if you’re making anymore Norman maclean fics recently but if you are could you use this prompt
“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs.
IM BARKING AT THIS REQUEST !!!! I'm working on a couple different long fics atm but this truly speaks to me, so I wanted to whip something up for you real quick!
Summary: Norman finds himself between your legs. Being inexperienced, he also finds himself questioning how he's doing. Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, Oral (f! receiving), PWP, slight hair pulling. A/N: From this prompt list! Also, with AFAB!Reader, if y'all want an AMAB!Reader, let me know! Will definitely be expanding on this fic/writing more for him, because I have Ideas for a Norm/Reader where reader is from the surface...
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Norm's hands grip your thighs, his mouth doing all the work. You're lying on his bed whining and covering your mouth. Your thighs tense and Norman's nimble hands gently keep your legs pulled apart.
"Norman-" You suck in air through your teeth, eyes screwed shut. "That feels- Ngh-" You're cut off by your own moan.
Norm, on his knees and in front of you, stops momentarily. You look down at him and find him staring at you. His chin slick. Your stomach flips. You're sure your eyes turn wild, because suddenly Norman seems apprehensive.
"Is this okay?" He asks, his head cocking to the side ever so slightly.
You cannot answer fast enough. "Yes!" You are nodding violently. "Please continue, I need it!"
Norman smiles at you and your heart jumps into your throat. "Ok," He doesn't hesitate to dive back in. His 'ok' sounded more enthusiastic than you had ever heard before, causing you to feel ever stronger about him.
Norman's tongue sloppily licks a stripe up your pussy, and his nose bumps your clit. Your head lulls back and one of your hands grips his hair. Your hips rock upwards as Norm moves back to breathe. You are chasing after him. He smiles, placing a soft kiss to your thigh. You begin to beg.
"Please, I'm close- So close!"
Norman can't leave you hanging. So, he obliges. He messily eats you out, continuing to do the things that seem to elicit a good reaction from you. Suddenly, a scorching heat is building inside of you. Your core burns and your toes are curling. You pull at his hair and Norman moans. You let out a loud, sharp cry. Norm's name falling from your lips, the only thing you can say.
Your legs tense around him and Norman doesn't slow down. He continues as you ride out your orgasm. Your hips bucking into his mouth and then rocking back.
Your legs release him, and Norman lies his head on your thigh, looking up at you until you open your eyes and look back at him.
"Was that okay?" Norman hums.
You let out a soft laugh, "That was... Amazing! I don't think- I don't think I wanna leave this room for a while..."
"I don't think they expect to," Norm shrugs. "Might as well enjoy each other's company until they actually need us."
"Sounds perfect," You inhale slowly, still coming down. "I could- Uh, I could return the favor now?" You sit up and bite your bottom lip. "I mean, you didn't stop 'til I came, and I'd hate to be the only one feeling good..."
Norman blinks at you, registering what you're saying. "You sure?" His hand traces your hip. "I think I could sit here all day if it means getting to taste you."
You face scrunches, "I mean if you insist," You laugh.
You initially weren't sure about your new vault life, but now? You don't think you'll ever leave.
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spiderlandry · 1 year ago
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wildly inappropriate (drabble) — koby
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opla!koby x gn!reader (no pronouns used)
warnings/tags: mildly suggestive (?), no use of y/n, close proximity, from this prompt list, normal-sized text under the cut
author’s note: i have adhd and don’t stay in fandoms for too long (its a miracle im still writing for ethan landry atp) so i decided im gonna start writing for non-scream stuff more often as it keeps me from getting bored :] im still writing for scream though !
Koby was doing everything in his power not to hyperventilate. Or sneeze. In this dusty, dark closet, your body was pressed up against his. For one, hyperventilating would make noise, and it would also be embarrassing. Same goes for sneezing, except it would be a thousand times more humiliating because you were right there in his face and although he couldn’t see you, he could feel you. This was surely not the kind of situation he imagined being so close to your face.
This was kind of your fault, really. But how could he place the blame when he was the one who followed you into his superior’s office? You were snooping, he knew that much—yet he still went and got what he deserved.
You were too busy to hear the footsteps, so he took matters into his own hands and pulled you into the tiny space with him.
Nothing good could have come from this.
His worries are multiplied when you whispered, “This is wildly inappropriate.”
His eyes widened, jaw falling slack. Maybe this is where you would realize his feelings for you and cut off all contact with him forever.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, listening to the footsteps get quieter. “Please forgive me. I didn’t know what to do, and I just panicked and I—“
You covered his mouth with your hand. Unknowingly, upon each word he became louder, his distress growing by the second.
“Don’t be so loud, Koby.”
It took everything in him not to melt. He stayed quiet.
“Besides,” you continued. “Who said I don’t like this?”
It was a miracle you couldn’t hear his heart booming. Or maybe you did, who knows.
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highvern · 11 months ago
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Slay you deserve a million followers for teach me series. Can I request DK or MG kabedon? 🥹 humor or serious or against all odds angst would make my dreams come true you’re amazing
NGL I had to look up what that was and I can only imagine humor but this ended up super fluffy too im sorry for no angst anon 😔
Please accept this as my apology!!!
Pairing: Lee Dokyeom x fem!reader
Genre: humor, suggestive, fluff
Warnings: reader loves a boozy brunch, and they have a dachshund named Mango,
Note: Mayhaps be read as a long long long away epilogue of Teach Me couple
“Damn, you shit with that ass?” You drunkly smile at your boyfriend attempting to shuffle you inside your shared apartment.
When you swat at the curve of plump flesh, Dokyeom rolls his eyes with a groan. He can’t help but smile despite his exasperation with your antics. Bold comments from you has a special way of turning him into a blushing stuttering mess despite years of dating. Something about the brazen way you declare your interest after so much time together sends his heart into orbit, millions of butterflies filling his chest until he is convinced it’ll explode.
But the hallway of your apartment complex at two in the afternoon on a Sunday is not high on Dokyeom’s list of places to be felt up by his girlfriend. Coupled with the knowledge he only has so much time to get you horizontal before you refuse to move yourself, Dokyeom is too stressed to enjoy the usual banter you supply after too many mimosas at brunch with your friends.
The chilled metal door gives way under your combined weight, throwing Dokyeom forward as his feet fail to find their grounding — a firm thud ricocheting through the space under the bounce of his shoulders against the plaster wall.
A smack! echoes in response under your hand landing above his shoulder, pinning a wide eyed Dokyeom underneath your hips as you’re dragged forward by momentum.
“So…do you come here often?”
“To our house?” Dokyeom responds, eyebrows furrowing in amusement.
Crowding into the limit spacefurther, you watch him through your lashes— failing to realize your attempt at coyish allure leaves you resembling a round eyed calf.
Your slow blinks force a guffaw from his lips, shaking your stomach where it touches his own as the crown of Dokyeom’s skull meets the wall behind him.
Pouting as he works through the last of his giggles, you twirl with a huff; nose in the air as you trudge towards the living room.
Mango doesn’t rise from her sprawl across the couch, belly up as she basks in the sun flooding from the glass doors leading to the balcony. Her long golden hair spills onto the couch beneath her oblong body as she watches her parents with little interest.
Tangling your arms around her, you hold her tightly to your chest. “My baby!”
A sharp bark of displeasure answers, followed by your boyfriend gently setting her back on the couch as you sigh forlornly.
“No one in this house loves me.” You wail, stomping your foot while the familiar heat of Dokyeom’s arms curl around your waist once more.
“C’mon babe, let’s go lay down.”
Digging your heels into the ground, you turn to face him. “You love me, right?”
“Always.” Dokyeom smiles, a sweet kiss between your wrinkled brows signing his confession.
“Ew, I have a boyfriend!” You gasp, failing to wiggle out of his grip.
Distracting you in an effort to coral you into the bedroom, Dokyeom plays along. “Oh?”
“Yeah, and he’ll kick your butt!”
“Will he now?” Dokyeom nods, managing to work you out of the living room and down the hall.
“Yeah! And he’s all big and buff.”
“Oh, really? And he’ll fight me for you?”
You sigh once more, “No, he’s too nice.”
“Too bad.”
“I know, he’s really hot when he’s angry.”
Dokyeom fills that tidbit of information away for later, focusing on slipping the tight denim stretched across your hips down so you can sleep comfortably.
“What else do you like about your boyfriend?” He prompts, lifting each leg to free you from the offending garment before gently pushing you to sit on the bed while he works off your shirt.
Arms raised over your head, you eagerly list of the things you love about your boyfriend; a goofy faraway grin brightening your face.
“He’s the best! He’s funny and he’s really sweet and,”
Continuing to prattle on, you don’t notice the way your boyfriend falters under the praise you so eagerly throw his way.
“And Dokyeom is like perfect with kids especially my nieces! I can’t wait until we have kids.”
Kids.
You want kids. With him.
It wasn’t as if it had never been a topic of discussion. You both had been clear from the start that it was a something you’d wanted. But kids and marriage were always a distant goal for you two, nothing to consider for a least a few more years.
But you think about having kids with him. And suddenly he wonders what it’d be like.
Images of babies fill his head; ones with your eyes and his nose, smart like their mom but with their dad’s sense of humor. Bald and perfectly chubby in that cute way only babies are. Then it’s two little girls filling his ears with shrill giggles as he chases them around the living room with your own laughter chiming in from the couch.
Oh boy.
“But we have to get married first. And you can’t tell him I told you but," Comically looking left and right, eyes impossibly round, you drop into a whisper. "I found a ring in the dresser so I think he’ll ask me soon.”
You rock back and forth, feet kicking just above the shag rug as Dokyeom digs up an old shirt from the very dresser he’s had a certain ring hidden in for the past few months.
Finding his voice, albeit shakily, Dokyeom pries for more information.
“If he asks, what would you say?”
A brilliant smile lights your face — blinding in joy, putting all the wonders of the world to shame. You practically glow as you look up at him with so much emotion Dokyeom thinks he might pass out.
“That I’d love to marry you.”
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crguang · 5 months ago
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RAHHHHHHHHH *ahem*
Fluffy Prompts 54, 44, & 8 w/kafka?
i have another req with #8 for kafka as well so i used the first two! also, im now realizing that this might not be as fluffy as you meant it im sorry hfejbfkf i feel like there are certain things kafka would only say in serious-ish situations
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There’s blood on your hands. It stains your skin with a red that makes you uneasy, and you stare at your open palms for what feels like a lifetime; the seconds stretch into years spent immobile and helpless, rooted in a soil where nothing else will ever grow. A veil of near silence covers you and in the dim streetlight, only the unnerving dripping of water can be heard. Drip, drip, drip— each droplet falls in tandem with each beat of your heart and their synchronized melody disorientates you completely. You don’t know where you are, why you are here or what you’re meant to do. You don’t feel the cold despite the fine layer of snow blanketing the deserted street you stand in. You look up at the night sky and see no stars. Your tongue is numb and heavy with a sense of doom that you can’t place and your mouth stays shut in uncertainty. 
You look around in search of anything remotely familiar and in your peripheral vision, another streetlight flickers to life. Your steps are measured as you make your way to it like a moth to a flame. It stands in front of a narrow and dark alley that seemingly extends for miles. You can’t see the end of it, and the uncomfortable feeling that looms over you at the thought is amplified by the sight of a shadowed figure slumped against the bricked wall. You hesitate to get closer but your gut forces you forward, one foot after the other, until you’re planted in front of the black mass. It moves, the shape of its head slowly tilting up to meet your horrified eyes, and the breath is sucked out of your lungs at once. Even without a reliable light source, you recognize the soft color gradient of pink and lilac, dulled with the allure of death. The figure reveals itself to you; its shredded over-shoulder coat, ripped shirt, torn high-waisted shorts and distinct custom-made gloves as tainted as your hands slowly unravel under your nose to form what you instantly know is your biggest fear. A steady amount of blood seeps from a wound near the abdomen and stains what is left of the white shirt. Broken sunglasses lay on dirty magenta hair, and you are unable to look away. The figure— Kafka’s— mouth moves, murmuring words you can’t hear as there is only blood and water in your ears. Your eyes, frozen and unblinking, sting with the weight of unshed tears and your chest burns from the lack of oxygen. You don’t register your trembling hands or the world that spins beyond the two of you, you can only stare at Kafka’s dying body in dizzying terror.
A thick layer of sweat clings to your forehead as you awake with a sharp gasp, sitting up on the bed with a hand on your chest to make sure that your inability to breathe was only an effect of the nightmare you woke up from. Your breathing is heavy and labored, warm tears wet your cheeks with every quick blink of your eyes adjusting to the darkness of your bedroom and you sit there for long minutes just regaining your bearings. The glowing numbers of your digital clocks show that it’s only a little past midnight. Panic lingers in your tense muscles and your shaky fingers desperately reach for the phone atop your nightstand. The light hurts your eyes but your hazy mind can’t focus on the feeling, you fumble with unlocking it and opening your contacts, scrolling down the list of names until you find the one you’re looking for. 
A shuddering breath parts your lips, weak sniffles occasionally escape you, and the line rings and rings before the call goes to an automated voicemail. A pitiful sound leaves you. You redial. If you had all of your senses, you would have recalled that you had not heard from Kafka in almost three weeks. She does this sometimes, she disappears for weeks at a time due to the high stakes and stealthy missions she’s given. Depending on the risk, she can’t afford communications with you. Every so often, she tells you how long she’ll be away so you don’t miss her too much— her words. However, you presently cannot think straight, still haunted by the gory sight of her injuries. The call goes to voicemail. You redial. Voicemail. Redial. You start picturing the worst, the same constricting feeling of fear from earlier curling around your limbs until your knees are to your chest and your ragged breathing makes no sense to your ears. 
The line rings and your tears dampen your collar. After the third ring, someone picks up.
“What’s wrong?”
You hear commotion on the other end but the sound of Kafka’s raspy voice brings you relief so intense your whole body shakes with your next exhale. No doubt your labored breaths can be heard through the phone, and there’s a pause amidst some distant, unintelligible shouting.
“What happened?” Your eyes shut as you concentrate on the way Kafka’s words soften a touch.  
“When… When can you be back?” Your voice sounds weak and pleading, quiet in contrast to the racket of the other line. 
“I’m a little busy. Why?”
You don’t know how to explain your state of mind. Your brain needs to perceive her in front of you, in the flesh, to appease its morbid concerns and fully register the fact that she is alive. 
You sniffle. “I need to see you.”
More muffled shouting, an insistent alarm going off in the background, and Kafka’s annoyed sigh. You think she’s irritated by your demand but, like her previous ones, her next sentence is underlined with concern. 
“I’m wrapping something up, right now. I can be there tomorrow.”
You feel fresh tears well up in your eyes at the idea of waiting half a day to have her near. You try to steady your breathing and fail. You’re crying softly into the phone, now.
“No… Please come home, this doesn’t feel right…”
There’s another pause, and then, multiple gunshots ring out in succession. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut, the noise worsening the rising panic in your chest. You don’t want to think about what she’s doing and the chaos happening around her, anxiety nips at you with each bullet being fired because it reminds you of the dangerous life she lives and that your worries are not entirely unfounded. The shots keep coming until the shouting dies down to complete silence. It seems the blaring alarm has also been dealt with during the ruckus; you can’t hear a thing save for what Kafka says next.
“It’ll take three hours. Sit tight, alright?” Her tone lifts at the end, meant to be reassuring in her own subtle way. 
You nod even though she can’t see you. “Okay.”
“Bye, bye~!”
Kafka ends the call. You inhale slowly and find that breathing comes a little easier. 
By the time the second hour passes by, you can barely bear the weight of your eyelids, but sleeping isn’t an option. Your mind is still restless and you dread the possibility of your nightmare coming back, so you distract yourself by playing games on your phone. You check the time regularly, anxiously, and when the clock announces exactly three hours after your call, two firm knocks resonate through your apartment. You practically jump to your feet to open the front door. 
Kafka stand on the other side with her usual, easygoing smile. It widens an inch as she sees you and it takes everything you have not to throw yourself at her immediately. A quiver runs through your hands. You step aside to let her in, fiddling with the handle, and quickly close the door behind her. 
“So, what was— Oof!”
Her sentence is cut off by your arm around her waist pulling her flushed against you. Your nose burrow into the crook of her neck, amidst her soft strands of hair, and you embrace her tightly to convince your brain that she’s here, alive and with you. You breathe in the faint scent of tobacco on her skin as her steady heart beats against yours and gently encourages your pulse to follow her lead. Kafka brings a hand up to pat your back somewhat hesitantly, then eases into the hug enough to rub along your spine when you don’t let her go. You both stand in the entrance of your apartment for some time, the soothing sound of your heater in the background. The remnants of fear your nightmare left you with are squashed by Kafka’s arm around you and her body pressed to yours. 
“...Better?” Kafka speaks up after a while, voice soft in the quiet of the room. 
You reluctantly loosen your hold on her and lean back slightly. Her bare fingers rest under your chin and tilt it upwards so you can meet her eyes. There’s a hint of concern in them that she lets you see despite the small smile on her lips. 
“Are you going to tell me what this was about? Or do I have to guess?” Her playful words mean to ease any lingering trace of turmoil. 
Now that you’ve fully calmed down, you start to feel the effects of your interrupted sleep. You blink slowly to keep your eyes open a bit longer. 
“Can we lay down first?” You ask quietly, rubbing your eye withh one hand while the other searches Kafka’s limp one at her side. 
She looks at you for a few seconds, thinking thoughts you’re not privy to, before replying, “Of course.”
You lead her to your bedroom and prompt her to lie on the bed, uncaring of having her outside clothes on your clean sheets. Kafka settles against the pillows and you follow suit, half of your weight on her as an arm snakes around her waist to keep her pressed to you. In the dim yellow light, with your face on her chest, you notice some blood spatter on her shirt. The sight brings you back to the tattered clothes soaked in her blood that you dreamed of a few hours prior. You close your eyes, willing the mental image to fade away. Kafka’s fingers brush the back of your neck and trail down your spine in repeated motions. You’re much more relaxed in her embrace and can talk about what happened without being gripped by emotion. 
“...I had a nightmare that you were dying in an alley,” saying the words out loud makes you feel ridiculous in hindsight, but she shows no sign of amusement or mockery. “It felt real. And I had no idea what you were up to these past weeks, so I… It felt real.”
Kafka doesn’t say anything for a long time, you wonder what she could be thinking about. Her touch doesn’t falter on your back, the only indication that she heard you at all. Exhaustion creeps up on you, but you’re getting a little nervous at her lack of response. You feel the need to explain yourself further. 
“Sorry if I pulled you from something important… All I could think about was your— your body laying there, bloody and alone, and I got so scared because your work is dangerous and I never have any way of knowing if you’re okay until you come back. I wasn’t thinking straight, I thought—”
“Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”
The rest of your excuses die in your throat. She pulls you impossibly closer and you mutter low confessions into her chest until your speech slows and sleep claims you completely. Kafka holds you through the night, fingers playing with the hairs on the back of your neck, staring at the still shadows on your bedroom ceiling. She doesn’t tell you that no one has ever worried about her death before and that it’s a strange feeling to know that this primal instinct to fear finality is born out of your genuine love for her. She sits in that thought for hours. When the sun begins its ascension in the sky and her consciousness is starting to slip, her lips brush the top of your head as she murmurs her own well-kept love confession.
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boundbyeclipse · 5 months ago
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Hii, I just want to start off by saying that your writing is absolutely amazinggg seriously! And I’ve now seen that you uploaded a prompt list so I was wondering if you could do prompt 5 from angst, and specifically maybe if it would work out Kai saying that to reader because she’s an original vampire? You don’t have to do that of course it’s just an idea and then maybe if it would be possible to combine that with prompt 2 from smut?
Anyway i just want to say again that your writing is amazing anddd im so happy that you write for Kai cause we really need more Kai fanfics out here
hello, darling! ♡ i cannot describe how grateful i am hearing such words, it’s exactly what keeps me going! and yes, we do need more fics with kai on here, i totally agree with you. glad to be one of those who can give people what they want! feel free to request, leave feedback, give ideas or just ask anything in general ♡ + i decided to portray kai simply as a powerful witch in this fic, no bad background, no murders, no sociopathic behavior. will this make any sense? i don’t know. anyways, i hope that you like it ♡
tags : witch!Kai, female!reader, original vampire!reader, Kai with a lingerie kink, a little fight, hickeys, oral sex, make up sex (?), Klaus and Rebekah mentioned
♠️ 5. “Why would I help someone like you?”
⛓️ 2. “I like it when you say my name like that”
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“So, what are you here for?” Kai asked as he tilted his head sideways, standing across the room.
“I need your help”
Ever since your brother has gone missing, you have been nothing but desperate to find him. You’ve searched for ways to know where he is, and there was nobody who could help you track him down. Not a single witch wanted any business with the Mikaelsons knowing their past behaviors and stubborness. Every time you pleaded for help, they would turn you down and leave you with no other choice but to keep trying. And as much as you had no good of a relationship with people in Mystic Falls, this was your last chance. Your only hope was no other than Kai Parker.
The man who you once had a romance blooming with.
“Seriously? Why would I help someone like you? You and your family left Mystic Falls without saying goodbye, know how much that hurt me? You left me. I thought we really had something. You Mikaelsons are all about leaving things and people behind just for your own sake”
You shook your head as you took a few steps closer to him, gulping as regret began washing over you.
“It’s just because my family wouldn’t let me. I wanted to, Kai, I really did. But I was forced to leave and I had no time to come and say my goodbyes. And I’m sorry for that, okay? I’m really, really sorry. I know it’s plain stupidity of me to show up like this out of the blue, but I really need you to help me”
“And of all those witches in New Orleans, you chose me? Is it because you wanted to see me again? Or is it because you think that I’ll help you since I’m the only one who cares?”
Tears welled up in your eyes when Kai said the very last sentence. Does he still care? Even after your unnanounced disappearance? Maybe there’s still a little spark in his heart just like there is one in yours. There has to be. It’s in his eyes. You can see it. Yes, you’ve managed to adapt to a new location, new life, but no matter what you did, Kai never left your mind. He was always there.
“Probably both, if I’m honest. Don’t lie to me now, Kai, admit that you actually do still care. Admit that we still have something”
Silence stands in between you both as Kai avoids to give you an answer. It’s almost crystal clear that there are feelings lingering between you both, even after all this time of not seeing each other. The connection, the way your hearts beat in sync, the way you look at one another. It gives it all away. Love has never left your poor souls.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?” he finally breaks the silence, drawing your attention back to him as you were lost in your thoughts.
“It’s my brother. Klaus. I need you to do a locator spell on him. He’s been gone and no one wanted to help me. Someone must’ve taken him and imprisoned him”
Kai walked up to the table and grabbed a map, unfolding it and placing it down. He lit up a few candles and put them on the sides. He shot you a look, from which you understood that he needed a personal item or anything with your brother’s DNA on it.
“Oh, right. Here” you came up to him and handed an old ring of Klaus’s that he used to wear a lot.
“I’m gonna need to draw some blood from you since you two are related. Just a little bit. Shall I?”
You nod and watch as Kai grabs a knife, then taking your hand in his gently. Your eyes meet at that moment, the skinship creating a pretty much awkward atmosphere in the room. Kai clears his throat while you look away for a few seconds, knowing deep inside your heart that you have missed this so much. It was so nice to feel his skin again since the last time you saw him. It brought back many memories and it hurt. You really wanted things to be good again. You wanted Kai back.
He cut your palm and you squeezed it into a fist, allowing drops of blood to drip onto the map below.
“Give me your hand now”
You gave him your other hand to hold as Kai began to chant a spell to find Klaus. The small drops of blood began moving to connect into a big one, leading to the location of your brother.
“He’s in New York” you sighed in relief, letting go of Kai’s hand as he revealed the location. You could only nod before speaking.
“Thank you” a faint whisper could be heard.
As you stood up from your seat ready to leave, you heard a low, full of desperation voice that called out your name. You froze in place, feeling the way every muscle in your body tensed up once your eyes met.
“Wait” he says, voice shaky and husky, eyes glossy and wide open as he stands in front of you, his quickened heartbeat reaching your ears. He was nervous.
“I admit it. I admit that I still care. And I really was angry that evening when you left, I really was. I tried to move on, had other girls hit on me, but it never worked out. Not in their favor. Because it was you who occupied my mind day and night, I couldn’t let any other woman get to know me because I always held on and waited for you. I was even willing to wait for however long I should. I’m sorry, ____, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that”
You let out a choked sob, running over to Kai and pressing your lips against his, indulging yourself into a passionate kiss. You then pulled away, lips parted as you looked into Kai’s blue eyes, his pupils dilated. The tension was growing with each second that passed.
He did not hesitate and pulled you into another kiss - this time, a deeper, lustful one. His strong hands held your hips firmly, constantly pulling them against his own body, soon finding their way to the back of your thighs. You felt his fingertips digging into your soft skin, leaving you breathless and craving for something more. You pushed him against the wall, ripping his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere on the floor. Kai let out a little moan as your lips kissed on his neck, leaving wet traces on it. He grabbed you by the waist and fumbled with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to take it off. He attacked your exposed chest with bites, sucking on it lightly as he left marks here and there.
“Kai” you moaned out loud, head thrown back.
“I like it when you say my name like that”
It felt so ecstatic to feel him again. You have almost forgotten how soft his skin was, how much his touch brought you to your knees, how beautiful he sounded whenever you kissed his neck. But tonight, everything came back to you.
Soon you both were left nearly naked, clothes scattered all over the room as you were on top of him in his bed. Your nails left scratches on his stomach as you kissed down his v-line, listening to Kai’s breath hitch in reaction to the sensation. You smirked against his flesh, enjoying the little whimpers of his. Your hands then played with his rock hard length, stroking it agonisingly slowly in order to tease.
Your dominance was short lived as Kai sat up and flipped you around, now hovering above you, his fingers digging under your panties to rub circles on your wet clit.
“Oh my god” you wailed, arching your back and gripping on the mattress.
But then, to your surprise, your phone that you left on the drawer in the room started ringing. It stopped Kai from doing what he was doing, but quickly enough his lips curved into a smirk. He leaves you lying on the bed for a brief moment, grabbing the phone and bringing it to you. The person’s name showed up on the screen and your eyes widened.
“Pick up” he challenges you as he hands you the device, hovering above you and continuing to tease you with his hands.
“Kai-“
“Come on. Pick it up” his eyes darken and you’re left with no other option but to oblige. You grab your phone breathless, watching as Kai lays down and positions himself in between your legs, kissing your pulsating core through the fabric.
You gulp as you swipe right to answer the call.
“Rebekah” you say, trying your best to not sound suspicious. It’s hard to do so once Kai pulls your panties aside and dives in, using his tongue to please you. He licks a stripe up your folds, causing you to bite your lip to suppress the moans that were fighting to slip out.
“Did you find Klaus?”
“Y-yeah, we found him. He’s in New York” you spoke with a pretty shaky voice, fearing that she’s going to catch on and embarrass you right here right now.
“Are you alright? What’s going on?” she asks.
Damn it.
“Yes, I’m okay. Just- Just head there, I’ll join soon”
Rebekah sighed, “Okay. I’ll leave you to your fun then”
You quickly hang up and Kai giggles against your cunt, to which you can only respond with a huff. But your mind is taken back to where it was when Kai sits up and aligns himself with your entrance, his tip brushing against it. You choke on your breath, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“Stop teasing, please”
“I will. Because I cannot hold it any longer either” he groans as he pushes himself into you, making your mouth open wide as you gasp. Kai leans in and kisses you, moving his hips back and forth as he grabbed your hands and placed them above your head, intertwining the fingers. He wasted no time in picking up the pace, the bed now creaking and bodies layered in a coat of sweat.
It did not take long before you both felt your climaxes coming. Kai sat up and pulled you in, now holding your body close to his as you worked your hips back and forth, your faces so close your lips brushed against each other’s. You buried your fingers in his hair, tugging on it lightly while Kai took a good squeeze on your ass.
Both of you had your heads thrown back once you reached your ends, fireworks exploding in your bodies. He held you tightly throughout your orgasm, then planting a kiss on your forehead as loud breaths filled the room.
“I so wish I could stay” you confessed, caressing his cheek as you two now stood near the bedroom door.
“You don’t have to. I’ll come with you”
“What?” your eyes widened, thinking you might’ve misheard him.
“You heard me, angel. Now let’s take a shower and go help Rebekah to get your brother back, alright?”
You nodded, pecking his warm lips as you followed him down the hall to the bathroom.
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fcknstar · 1 year ago
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hey! i read ur marcus lopez fic and absolutely loved it ur so talented omg
i’m as wondering if i could request a fic with prompt 12 with marcus lopez x reader?
🫶
and if so could you also add me to your tag list?
,, after dark "
pairings : marcuslopez x gn!reader
summary : sometimes your past do catches up to you.
content warnings : disagreements
** lowercase intended**
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if saying that you had your life together was an understatement. you were working for the biggest and most respected mafias in the country. it was normal to see at least one dead body in the alleyway. a lifeless body, dumped as if it had no worth that got pushed away as a broken furniture no one saw worthy to save. 
you were just an assistant who also worked as a hitman, being payed high for even injuring a targeted person. it gave you joy, you wanted to feed on souls that deserved nothing but death to come. you sucked in life of your victims, craving more and more as if it was like food and you were always hungry. 
your boss set you out to raid an abandoned apartment to where homed a filthy rich man who unfortunately died due to a heart attack. he kept many important documents that your boss wanted and tonight, thats where you were headed. 
you were clothed in a black skin-tight long sleeved top and short skirt which allowed you to hide your dagger, with a pistol on your waistline. when the time calls for it, you were going to be the one to kill whoever saw you and got in your way. 
you had not noticed the figure which hid in the shadows watching your every move. as you rummaged through the drawers, you heard something drop. you spun around, gripping onto your gun as you pointed to the person standing in front of you. 
" marcus? " 
" hey, i was just dropping by- "
" you arent supposed to be here, you know. " you advanced towards him, watching him stumble backwards. 
" well, neither should you. why dont you put the gun down, honey? " earning a glare from you, you made a move, linking your leg under his making him fall on his back. 
" oh, i remember this. " as you stood above him, he mumbled.
" ignoring your favorite person i see.. its okay.. i bet the memories follow you around dont they. " you dont hesitate but kick his side making him groan. 
" leave this place, act like we never even crossed paths. " you sigh, walking away from him. 
" dont you miss me? " 
" no i dont. and i will not. "
" but seeing you stalk me says otherwise.. how you constantly follow me wherever i go.. i suppose i am grateful that you are looking out for me. " marcus pouted. 
you could not accept how right he had been. you were so in love with marcus that you knew itd be difficult to start a life without him. but you could. for all these years before meeting him shows how you could live without him. but why cant you do the same knowing what you two have been through. how could you when the only thing that occupied your mind was him. how he often thought of your life first and put his own life on the line to save you. how could you ever want to leave someone like him. it was now your turn to look after him when he did everything to protect you. even if as strangers, you knew that you still wanted to be on his wavelength. 
" look, i know we left on terms we didn't agree on due to our statuses, but you can't blame me to not.. look for you. " it felt like you pulled a nerve when you confessed the last part. 
" but you did. "
" i had to okay! what would you do if you are being given a choice, to get your lover killed.. or have your own blood throw you away like youre some meat, even having them turn their back against you? i knew i was being selfish okay? i.. i just cant imagine having you die.. not when i know i could have done something. or me dying. so im sorry if i was being selfish, it was either you dying, or me. and you know what i would have picked. " you were now going on a tangent, gun placed away in its holder, with you rummaging through the drawers. you grabbed every document you could find. marcus just looked at you. 
" im sorry, okay?  i just wanted you, you to be safe and well. " you could have just chosen to have your family killing you, but in the moment, you just had to. it was either him being dead because you wanted to survive. or him being alive at the cost of your freedom. 
marcus never saw the side of your story, too busy grieving with his own. he watched you walk away as if he werent there. as if, he didnt mean anything to you anymore. but he knew, he knew that you loved him enough to save him without even thinking. 
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a.n : m not very proud with this, dont know why. and to the person who requested this, thank you but sorry because i couldn't tag you, its not letting me. and so sorry for the long wait!
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago
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Be Mine ~Pepper Stark Nee Potts xFem Babysitter!reader
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Babysitter!reader for Morgan Stark after Tony’s death; a sex starved Pepper and Reader end up fucking while Morgan’s asleep.
Mommy…Master List
Request & Prompt-List
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, face sitting, smutty smut smut, etc…
Enjoy (;
You were the babysitter for the one and only Morgan Stark.
A few months after Tony’s death when things had started to come back to a rhythm, Pepper had realized that she needed someone to watch Morgan on days where she worked late. (because as kind hearted Happy was, she just needed a second reassurance).
Pepper had found you on a babysitting website. You were in school, in your twenties, looking for a side hustle in babysitting.
Sh had set up a time for you and Morgan to meet, and you two had immediately clicked. And it just went off from there.
You would pick Morgan up from school and spend the weeknights with her until Pepper came home from her job.
It was really a lovely gig. You didn’t do it for the money anymore; you did it because you cared about Morgan and Pepper.
Tonight, Pepper had gone to a gala. It ended up going longer than anyone could have anticipated. You had put Morgan to bed and were desperately trying to stay awake on the couch.
Around 1am, you heard the click of the door. Your head shot up from its half asleep position.
“Ms. Potts! How was your evening?” You asked with a slight yawn.
But you couldn’t even register her words… All you saw was her body. What she was wearing. The way the dress clung to her curves deliciously…
“Love? How did Morgan go down?” Pepper interrupted your intrusive thoughts and staring.
You blushed and sheepishly replied, “Really well. Right at 8, Ms. Potts.”
Pepper scoffed at your formality, “Please Dear, call me Pepper.” She exclaimed as she joined you on the couch with a sigh.
You both sat in silence.
“Long night?” You spoke out.
Pepper sighed again, “Yea. Sorry for making you stay here so late…”
“Hmm, don’t worry about it. I like being here.” You hummed in response.
You looked up at Pepper who was meeting your gaze.
“Ok well, I guess I better go.” You declared, getting up and walking past Pepper.
But before you could get far, Pepper grabbed your wrist.
“What If… you didn’t leave?” She whispered.
Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry.
Pepper tugged you closer to her, but you tripped and ended up falling on top of her.
“Shit! Im so sorry…” you immediately apologized.
But all you were met with was a pair of dark, lustful eyes and a smirk on Peppers face.
“I don’t know… I’m ok with this, if you are…” she whispered, grazing her lips against yours.
“Yes…” you immediately murmured, and Pepper immediately closed the gap smashing her lips against yours.
You both moaned into the heated kiss, your hips bucking into Pepper’s lap needily.
Pepper met your bucking with hip thrusts of her own, eliciting more whispers and moans from the both of you.
“Shit, Morgan.” Pepper exclaimed in a hushed tone, “We need to be quiet.”
You nodded eagerly, already getting down to the ground and on your knees.
Pepper muffled a moan at the sight of you and your actions.
You made away with her dress swiftly and spread her legs out for your access.
It was your turn to stifle a moan at how soaked Pepper’s underwear was…
You ripped it off, getting impatient, and immediately attached your tongue to her clit.
Pepper had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming in pleasure.
It had been ages since she’d felt so good…
You greedily lapped through her folds, not holding back.
Pepper met your tongue fucking with her hips bucking up to meet your tongue.
In a matter of minutes, you could feel her walls fluttering in desperation.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum…!” Pepper cried through her hand muffling her voice, as her head was thrown back in pleasure.
At this, you added your thumb to her clit and continued to ravage her pussy.
Pepper did her best to muffle her screams as her orgasmic high crashed through her entire body.
You felt her walls clenched around your tongue desperately, and you lapped up all her juices happily.
By the time you had helped Pepper down from her high, her breathing was erratic and her legs were shaky.
You climbed back into her lap and connected your lips to hers once again.
She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips.
Pepper than shifted so that she was leaning flat on couch and you were on top of her still connected to her lips.
“Sit on my face?” She breathlessly asked.
Your breath fled you at her words. You bit your lip and nodded eagerly.
“yes please…” you moaned in a hush tone.
You quickly stood up and undressed yourself, taking your short and underwear off. Pepper was drooling at the sight.
You then carefully swung one leg on the other side of Peppers face, so that you were straddling her.
Before you could do anything else, Pepper was already pulling your body down toward her tongue, which started to graze your soaked folds.
You spasmed from the first lap through your cunt, crying out in pleasure.
“Shhh, love. Try and be quiet for me?” Pepper cooed in between tonguing the entrance to your aching pussy.
You nodded bashfully and needily, bucking your hips into her face instinctually craving more.
“More…” you whimpered.
Pepper smirked and then dove into your throbbing cunt with her tongue.
You rode Peppers face desperately, whimpering and mewling her name and a string of obscenities.
Your hips jerked to meet the pace Pepper was tongue fucking your Tight hole.
“Shit! Im… Im—” You whimpered, losing your coherence.
“Cum for me, love…” Pegger panted in between lapping through your folds.
You followed her words like they were command, and came, riding through your high on her face.
Riding out your high, you collapsed on Pepper completely out of breath with a grin on your face.
Pepper chuckled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time…” she panted.
You blushed at her confession, “Me too…”
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specialagentlokitty · 10 months ago
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Giles x reader - spectacular
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Hi im the one that asked for more Giles sorry I don't speak english very well so I don't know how to write this the prompt 15 from your 2024 prompt list and the reader being a vampire or a shapeshifer or something like that and english not being their first language - Anon💜
15: “What is it about (Y/N) you love so much?” “Aside from being the most spectacular person I have ever met, everything. I just wish there was a way I could say that.” “Turn around.”
A/N: italics will be a different language, whatever one y’all want it to be!
Walking into the shop, you made your way down the steps and over to the counter where Anya was standing.
“Rupert?” You asked.
She looked up, pointing to the back room.
“I think Giles is back there in not sure.”
You nodded, making your way into the back room where Giles was setting up some training equipment.
“Ah, thank you for coming, I realise this isn’t exactly how you enjoy your spend your time but we could really use the help.”
You sat down on the couch, and he walked over, sitting next to you.
“I think I know what kind of demon we’re looking for, but I can’t be so sure, I was wondering if you’ve seen anything like this before.”
He handed you a sketch, and you took it, looking at it.
“He’s ugly.”
Giles chuckled a little bit, nodding his head.
“Yeah, not the best looking demon there is that’s for sure.”
You grinned a little at him, handing the photo back to him.
Your English wasn’t the best, you knew some, but for the most part you stuck to speaking the language you were born speaking.
Giles on the other hand couldn’t speak your language very well, but he understood it, he could read it and understand what you were saying if you spoke slowly.
“I have seen him before, yes. Deals with uh… my kind… shapeshifters.” You said.
Giles nodded his head.
“So a shapeshifter is doing this?”
“Yes.”
Giles glanced at you.
“Would you know why? Or who? How to kill it?”
You nodded quickly and you jumped up, walking over to the weapons on the wall.
You searched them carefully before stepping aside, gesturing to one of them and he walked over to pick it up.
“Silver?”
“Yes, silver burns is shapeshifters, and the demons we summon.”
He nodded.
You looked at him, and you tapped his chest with a finger, right above his heart, and then you tapped his forehead.
“You go for heart or brain, like a vampire.”
Giles smiled at you.
“Thank you (Y/N).”
You smiled back and you looked around before turning your gaze to him.
“I’ll go see if I can find the demon or the person who summoned him.”
Giles nodded, watching as you changed forms in a blink of an eye, standing before him as a raven.
It was your favourite form to take, you enjoyed being able to get high into sky, get a better view of everything.
He held his arm out and you flew up, perching on his forearm, letting out a small caw, and you looked at him, tilting your head a little.
He walked out the room, and over to the front door, opening it and stepping outside.
“I’ll be here.”
You hopped down his arm, and then you took flight, circling a few times before you took off to go find the newest threat to Sunnydale.
Giles smiled to himself as he watched you fly away.
“Giles?”
“Buffy?”
He turned to look at her, and they walked into the shop again.
“Was that (Y/N)?” She asked.
“Ah yes, I thought perhaps she would have some insight and she did. She is going to try find the demon or the one who summoned it.”
She nodded and they sat down at the table, waiting for the others to arrive so he could share the information you had shared with him to them.
He told them what you had told him, and that you were going to find to find out what you could do they waited there for you.
Giles was looking through books, separating them into two different piles.
“What’re you doing?” Willow asked.
He glanced at her, smiling a little as he set a book aside.
“(Y/N) asked me for a few books I think that she would like.”
Willow grinned a little bit as he reached for his cup to take a drink.
“What is it about (Y/N) you love so much?”
Giles choked on his drink, patting his chest a few times and he set his cup down.
“Where on earth did you get that from?”
“Come on, we can all see it. You’re totally in love with her.” Buffy said.
“It’s true, and kind of gross to think about. But true.” Anya said.
Giles looked to all the grinning young adults and he sighed, slowly sitting back down in his chair.
He sighed, taking his glasses off and he stood up again, unable to look at them as he thought for something to say.
He couldn’t exactly lie to them, because he knew if he did they were just going to meddle in his personal life.
“Aside from being the most spectacular person I have ever met, everything. I just wish there was a way I could say that.” He said softly.
They all snickered a little.
“Laugh all you like, it’s true.” He said.
You had entered the shop through the sewer system, and you had quietly made your way through it.
You had heard what they had asked, and you decided to stay quiet to hear his response because you were curious.
You liked him, a lot, and you didn’t want to make the move in case he didn’t feel the same way, because it had been a long time since you cared for somebody the way you cared for Giles.
So when you heard his response you waited.
After hearing it you grinned from ear to ear before composing yourself.
“Turn around.”
Giles whipped around and you walked over, standing in front of the table.
You relayed everything you could the best you could, and Giles helped you explain it all to the group before Buffy decided what they would do.
She settled for them taking it out sooner rather than later
They left and Giles didn’t know if he should say something about what he said or leave it, and while he was lost in through my trying to figure it out you walked over.
You stood next to him, tapping his arm and he looked at you, immediately smiling softly.
“You’re pretty spectacular yourself.”
You said it quickly and he struggled to figure out what you said and you laughed softly and his bewildered look.
He furrowed his brows a little and you leant up, kissing is cheek before stepping away, a small grin on your face as he looked flustered.
“See you around, yeah?”
He nodded his head still stunned for words.
You had just kissed his cheek, and all he could think about was how gentle you were, how you smell slightly like flowers and pine trees.
He wanted to talk to you before it was too late but you had already left the shop, but it made him smile from ear to ear.
The next time he saw you he was going to be sure to ask you for coffee or to dinner, he just had to work up the courage to do that
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pwr3tties · 1 year ago
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⋆.ೃ࿔* COUCHES ! - ,,
includes: sae
warnings: slight angst with comfort, fem! reader, grammar errors, fluff, arguments, over 400 words and lowercase intended!
a/n: hello, it's me again, this is a pretty popular prompt, so i thought i’d try it! if you want a part 2, comment or message me with what character(s) you want, and ill try to make it!!
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SAE — ‘you sleep on the couch ’
after the heated argument between your boyfriend and yourself, it was no surprise that one of you had to leave the house, or your neighbours might have called the cops to check on the two of you.
papers were scattered across the lounge, shattered glass and the match of sae’s soon-to-be opponents, which quickly became background noise due to the screaming match between sae and yourself. sae, being the petty man he is, left the house with a slam of the door, leaving you with nothing but your quiet sobs and the mess that was made during the dispute.
scanning the house, you began to pick up the shards of glass to prevent anyone from getting hurt, and by the time everywhere was tidied up, it had just reached 11 PM, and there was still no sign of sae. although the two of you had fought, that didn't mean you had no sympathy left in your heart.
reaching for your phone, you dialled his number as it rang once, twice, then thrice and soon went to his voicemail which was still set to default because he thought, “telling someone you’re not there when they already know is irrelevant.”
and after your 5th attempt, you gave up and quickly showered, then grabbed a few pillows and blankets, making a nice bed on the couch. the clock ticked 12:17 as the door creaked open, scared to wake you. sae slid off his sneakers as he tiptoed upstairs into the shower, hoping to get at least 8 hours of sleep before waking up for his morning jog.
around 12:50, sae finally infiltrated your shared bedroom and slipped into bed, rubbing the back of a pillow, which you were supposed to be. once sae realized there was no other form of life in the room, he rushed downstairs to where you were fast asleep with your mouth slightly parted as the moon hues hit your face ever so gently.
sae couldn’t help but admire you as he lifted you from your spot on the couch, carrying you up to your rightful place on the bed beside him. squirming, you fluttered your eyes open as sae plopped you on the mattress laying beside you. “sae? what are you doing?” you groaned, rubbing the sleep out your eye to see your boyfriend who had his face stuffed into your neck.
“sleeping..” he muttered softly, “that's what you should be doing.”
“I was until you brought me upstairs against my will,”
“just go back to bed, i have to wake up in a few hours.” sae groaned, fixing his position and squeezing your waist a little tighter.
“did you forget how you not only walked out on me but also listed ten different ways on how I'm ‘insufferable’?” you scoffed, gently pushing sae away.
“no,” he grumbled, slightly getting up.
“then what are you supposed to say?” amused by his behaviour, you settled your weight onto your arm, getting a better view of him. “‘m sorry, k. it was messed up of me to push you out when all you wanted to do was to care for me and help me to relax, i know im a horrible boyfriend, i might even be the worst one ever to exist, but please let me have this right now, my love.”
“who are you, and what have you done to my boyfriend?” you chuckled, ruffling his hair. “it's all me, promise. Now can we go to bed and talk about this in the morning like reasonable adults?”
“of course,
.
.
.
my big baby.” was the last thing you small while placing a kiss on his forehead and slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms.
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word count: 528
a/n: hihihi, i was going to add more characters but i got lazy and decided you guys needed a post so yeah but pls moot me, im boreddd!! 😁😄😀😕🙁☹️😢😭
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ravennaortiz · 7 months ago
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Okay I've got one more for Kozik. I'm working on making requests for all the guys again. So this time for Kozik I've got some ideas.
Prompts:
39. Blank, is your dad/brother? Why didn't you tell me! So I'm thinking for this one that Tig is her brother.
7. Stay away from my sister.
20. Why?
33. Are you blushing?
17. I love you.
19. Let's get married.
Another round for the guys? Yay!!! Okay so this is perfect and Tig as the brother is chefs kiss!!
As always my stories are 18+
Tag List: @keyweegirlie @meera10 @mama-mischief @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @youngadult9016 @littlefrogbrain @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog
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Welcome Home
"I know Hap. I fucked up" you stated as you sighed heavily as the last few minutes played back in your mind. "You don't need to keep giving me that look" you added as you met his gaze.
Happy was silent as he chewed on the toothpick in his mouth. The volatile homecoming had been expected but he hadn't thought you would be the reason. Truth be told he was more annoyed with himself for not realizing you and Kozik had a thing going on. If he had he sure as hell would have deterred that given Tig and Koziks history.
"I ain't mad. Just trying to figure out how you got away with this stunt for so long" replied Happy as he took a sip of his beer. "Seems to me you were never going to come back to Charming. I don't know what is worse for your brother. That fact cause I'm sure he has realized that or the fact his baby sister is bedding his mortal enemy"
You snorted as you rolled your eyes at Happys last statement. "I think mortal enemy is a bit dramatic for a feud over whose fault it was that Missy got out and was never found."
"What about coming back?' inquired Happy after a couple minutes of silence. He knew you had heard him the first time because you had stiffened on the stool. Your had purposefully not answered.
"Wasn't sure I would be welcomed home after all I did" you replied quietly. "Not that it matters now, because Kozik isn't gonna want anything further to do with me" you added dejectedly as you looked away. Tears stinging your eyes as you thought of the look of betrayal and Koziks words before Tig punched him in the jaw. -Tig Trager is your brother? Why would you not have mentioned that too me?-
Outside
"Stay away from my baby sister after today" growled Tig as he lay panting on his back in the ring.
"Why? Afraid I'll loose her like you lost Missy all those years ago?" snapped Kozik as he knelt next to Tig as he caught his breath.
Tig gritted his teeth as he sat up before glaring at Kozik. "We aren't talking about Missy, who you lost by the way, but my baby sister who deserves so much better"
Kozik rolled his eyes. "Stop calling her your baby sister. You are making me feel like a creep. You didn't even know we had been together until today so seems like you don't really care. I'm also not giving up the best relationship of my life because the woman I love and was going to propose to today has an asshole for a brother"
"What did you say?" demanded Tig as he looked at Kozik whose cheeks were flushed as he looked away as he stood up off the mat. "Are you blushing man?" laughed Tig as he stood up too.
Kozik sighed as he made his way out of the mat to where his kutte lay. "Got her this ring four months ago. Haven't had the courage to as her because you are right she deserves better. All I am is a former addict turned outlaw biker. What she sees in me I have no idea. But I know I love her and that she owns my heart, mind, body and soul.
Tig was silent before turning his gaze over Koziks shoulder and meeting his sisters shocked gaze. "Not happy about the lies but I'll figure it out.
Kozik turned and his eyes widened as he caught sight of you. He hadn't heard you approach and he gulped as your eyes went from his to the ring box in his hands.
"I love you Kozik. Lets get married" you stated before pulling him in for a kiss.
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svgvru · 1 year ago
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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓! since its NNN, im doing a fluffy or angsty event thingy. (i will be making a smutty fic on that). so...FLUFFVEMBER OR WHUMPVEMBER whatever the fuck you want to call it. regardless, there's gonna be one fic for every week, (maybe two if i'm feeling spicy) plus a fic on the last day of the month. but im not going to push myself this month. regardless, angst prompts and fluff prompts will be listed below (these will be used in the future).
just request a prompt (up to five) with any character thats in my fandoms list. here's the form to fill out!
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𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙
1. "we can be sick together." 2. "your problems are my problems, okay!" 3. "i'm always here for you, i need you to know that." 4. "can we do that again? my eyes were closed." 5. "i love you." 6. "yes, i unfortunately love this idiot." 7. "your lucky you're cute." 8. "you and only you." 9. "oh? do i make you blush?" 10. "a hug . . . i want a hug." 11. "you don't need to do anything, i've got you . . . just say yes." 12. "you're everything to me." 13. "my place, is by your side." 14. "you're the only one who—the only one who's made me feel like . . . this." 15. "you're special. i can feel it." 16. "my heart yearns for you, and you only." 17. "if you can't find a reason to live, live for me." 18. "nah, your stuck with me." 19. "are you sure about this?" 20. "i have never been so sure about how i feel than now." 21. "it think i deserve a reward . . . maybeee a kiss?" 22. "do you want my jacket?" 23. "trust me, i can read you like a book." 24. "i've missed you." 25. "i am never leaving you, understand?!" 26. "just—just a little longer, please?" 27. "aren't you handsome? well, i mean your not handsome—wait no! i mean you are handsome! but i didn't mean it in a—well maybe i kinda did . . . just—! im gonna shut up . . . " 28. "the second you flashed that smile, i fell in love." 29. "you're my favorite . . . everything." 30. "i've got this, you rest." 31. "Just close your eyes . . . i promise you, it'll be all over soon." 32. "oh. oh." 33. "as much as i hate to say it! . . . i need you . . ." 34. "you're love is like a blanket . . . and fortunately i'm always cold." 35. "i will always choose you. whether it be over someone else, or the world. it will always be you."
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𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧
1. "i loved you . . . " 2. "you were everything to me . . . " 3. "i can't—i can't do this anymore." 4. "no, you're a widow (can be replaced with anything) who's taken her grieving too far." 5. "i guess i was too niave . . . " 6. "why did you make me fall for you?" 7. "nope . . . what i've fallen for is a lie." 8. "you don't get nor desreve a second chance!" 9. "guess i'm just the rebound . . . " 10. "you . . . turned me into this." 11. "i can't fight anymore . . . i wan't to lose this battle. please let me lose . . . " 12. "i wish you were gay . . . " 13. "i wish you were a girl." 14. "what if . . . what if i just let it kill me?" 15. "we aren't—good for each other . . . not anymore." 16. "you're not good enough for me." 17. "oh. oh." 18. "what are we if we aren't together?" 19. "i . . . I HATE YOU!" 20. "you lied to me . . . ?" 21. "my heart, my soul, my body . . . all of it to you. and you fucked (/fell for) someone else?!" 22. "you promised me . . . " 23. "im so sorry. im so so sorry!" 24. "i couldn't keep my promise . . . " 25. "please—please don't leave!" 26. "i never should've let you in." 27. "what makes you think you still have that privilege?" 28. "you can't leave and then demand something from me . . . " 29. "you broke me so devoid of care, threw me away like a toy . . . and you want me to welcome you back?" 30. "no . . . you lost me." 31. "oh? well where's that bitch?" 32. "you thought that wouldn't hurt me?" 33. "i . . . i hope they make you smile." 34. "no. this—is not who i fell in love with. you are no longer my husband/wife and i am no longer your husband/wife." 35. "give me my ring . . . you don't deserve to wear it."
more prompts are likely to be added! if there are requests, then i will update this post to have a masterlist! 2/5 SLOTS FILLED.
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wosowrites · 2 years ago
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Back With Her (Jordan Nobbs x Reader)
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warnings: none
a/n: based off this request:
prompt: fluff with jordan as your happy shes on the roster for camp.
When it was announced that Jordan would be playing one last game with Arsenal, you felt your heart drop. The whole training session was off and silent. You all went home after, even though you usually do something together after practice. Jordan had been off the past couple weeks. You weren’t kissing as much, or going on dates. She was just… not Jordan. Arsenal wasn’t Arsenal without Jordan, and Jordan wasn’t Jordan without Arsenal.
You went home that day numb. Jordan was visiting Aston Villa’s stadium and coaches, getting to know them a little. Or so that’s what Jonas told you girls.
You drove home, the car quiet, missing Jordans bad post training kareoke. The seat beside yours was empty, missing your girlfriends presence. As you got onto the hallway, the water works turned on. You started violently sobbing, feeling sick to your stomach the whole drive. You were trying to concentrate on the road, knowing that your tears were dangerous as they blurred your eyesight. You pulled over once you got off the highway and turned your engine off. You probably sat in your car for forty five minutes, sobbing, crying and just being an all around mess.
What broke you out of your tears was Jordan’s name on your screen, your phone was connected to the bluetooth and her ringtone rang throughout the car. You quickly answered, trying to make it seem as though you weren’t crying. "Baby?" Jordan’s voice said. "Hey," you said, your voice breaking immediately. "Y/n… im sorry. I couldn’t tell you." Jordan said, her own voice shaking. "Come home, Jords. Please," you cried into the phone. "I’ll be there in an hour. I love you. This won’t change anything."
That night, when Jordan got home, you held her as she cried, and then she did the same for you. It was the worst night of your life.
Then came Jordans last game for Arsenal. Leah held her as she cried knowing fans would notice, but not caring. Jordan and Leah had always been best friends. You? You had Katie hugging you in the tunnel for a solid twenty minutes after the game. You felt as though you were loosing your girlfriend.
Once Jordan started training with Villa, she had no choice but too move out of your shared apartment. Your apartment was too far from the training centre for Jordan.
You came to your own training sessions everyday with puffy and red eyes. Your team held you when you needed it, and left you alone when you needed that. They were all there for you.
"Im loosing her," you told Katie one morning. It was an early training session, you were tired, and sad, and scared. All up in your feels, you had broken down crying an hour into the training. "You’re not loosing her. You talk to her every day, you will not break up. Do you hear me?" Katie had said.
Jonas would have been annoyed with you if it wasn’t for the fact that instead of your pain making you distracted, it fuelled you. In the five games since Jordan left, you had scored seven goals and had three assists. You were also more irritable, having picked up threw yellow cards in those games, but Arsenal was used to getting booked.
International break was coming up, and you were scared that Jordan wouldn’t make the cut. You needed to see her, spend a night with her, train with her again. You had seen her almost every day since she had left, but it wasn’t the same. For seven years, you spent every hour with her. There was no moment where you had to say goodbye. And that change was getting the better of the both of you.
The roster for the international break came out for the players at 3:00, which happened to be the same time your training ended. When you saw the list, you screamed out of joy. "Why are you so happy? You’re always on that roster." Manu asked you. "I don’t care about me! Jordans on the roster!" You yelled, jumping into Leah’s arms. That night, you and Jordan went on your first date in a long time, but the meal was nothing compared to what went down at her apartment.
You arrived at training with the rest of the british arsenal girls. You were one of the firsts to arrive, having coming earlier because Leah needed to, and you wanted to come up together. You cheeked the room list, having been marked down for room 129 with Lucy. You felt relief at being paired with Lucy. Although you loved all your teammates, she was easy to room with. She was fun but could be calm, clean but not annoying when you left things around, and was always a good listener.
You unpacked your bag, knowing Lucy would want the window bed, and knowing she would be one of the later arrivals due to where she was flying in from.
You went down for supper at 6:20, having fallen asleep and cursing yourself for probably missing Jordan’s arrival. You hurried down the hallway and into the elevator towards the floor where the dining hall was. The girls were all already settled in. You spotted Jordan quickly. She was sitting with Leah, Lucy, Keira and Georgia. There was a free chair between Leah and Jordan. You quickly walked over to the table, the girls spotting you. "Y/n! Hey, I was about to come get you." Lucy said.
You ignored her and wrapped your arms around Jordan who had already stood up. "Somehow I thought you wouldn’t be here. That your name on the roster was like… me being delusional." You said to her, hugging her head. "I’m here. I’m not leaving."
The girls smiled at the both of you, you pulled apart and Jordan sat back down as you went to get food. "You guys aren’t fucking on my bed." Lucy said. "Same goes to you and Keira." Jordan answered. Lucy shut up real quick after that.
The team had a movie night in the common room, the staff having set up couches, bean bags and egg chairs around the room. As always, you arrived late, causing Jordan to be late as she waited for you in your room. At least that’s what you told everybody. It was more like you were making out and lost track of time. You and Jordan ran down the halls, hand in hand, giggling like teenagers.
You found your way to the common room where a movie was being picked, and where almost all the spots were taken. "Share an egg chair with me then?" Jordan asked you, pointing to the only free spot in the whole room.
"Wouldn’t want to sit anywhere else" she winked. She sat down on the chair first and you sat down after, cuddled up in her lap. You rested your head on her shoulder as her hands wrapped around your waist and held you close, her hand slipping under your shirt and tracing patterns on your stomach.
"Im so proud of you. No ones worked harder than you, Jords." You whispered to her as all the girls focused on the classic Harry Potter movie playing. "Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you," she said, playing with your hair now. "What do you mean?" you asked, moving your head to look at her. "You’re my drive. You’re what keeps me going," she answered.
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