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Fan of a fan - Chapter eight

Paige x Azzi

WC: 8.3

Warnings: Homophobia, mature content

A/N: Azzi looks so good in her latest tiktoks, I'll never get over it😫

Masterlist

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June 2025

The Huskies’ European tour had ended at last, and they were back home in the US. Paige was finally gonna get to be with Azzi for a longer period of time. Or, well, she was going to spend some time with the band and start writing the soundtrack to the Ice’s movie. But other than that, this summer was all about Azzi.

The plan was for Paige to spend June in LA at Azzi’s place, and then spend July in Minnesota at Paige’s place. They had talked about if it’s too early to be practically living with each other, but then came to the conclusion that they wanted to make up for all the lost time spent in each other’s absence.

“And if - and that’s a big if - if it feels like it was too early for it, I’ll just book a hotel,” Paige shrugged. And it really wasn’t more complicated than that. Paige always seemed to be prepared for whatever worry Azzi had.

And now here they were, in Azzi’s apartment in the middle of June, just playing Fortnite with the whole band over. Paige adored how Azzi wanted to get to know the people Paige loved, and that’s how The Huskies ended up taking over Azzi’s apartment this week.

“Azzi!” KK yelled “Stop do-”

“-Shut up, I know what I’m doing!” Azzi yelled back, and then proceeded to die.

“I don’t think you do,” Sarah mumbled and held back a laugh. Azzi just shot her a look and shook her head in disapproval of the comment.

Paige just sat back on the couch and laughed at the whole thing. Being with the four people that felt like family more than anyone else made her whole heart swell.

Azzi was sitting on the floor in front of her TV, right next to KK. Paige, Sarah and Aubrey were taking up the couch. The band had spent the last three days there, sleeping in that very living room. Azzi loved having them over, and loved feeling like it was some sort of summer camp. It was always lively, always fun and always easy with them. It felt like a big sleepover.

“Azzi, do you sing?” Aubrey asked as Azzi stood up from the floor to get another pizza slice from her kitchen counter.

“No-”

“-Yes she does,” Paige said simultaneously as Azzi had denied it. “All the time actually.”

“No I don’t,” Azzi frowned.

“Yeah you do.”

“No-”

“Specifically our songs,” Paige continued, completely ignoring Azzi and turned to Aubrey. “And Iris, of course, her favorite song. And one song she can never stop singing is Just Fine by Mary J Blige. I feel like I’m gonna go insane if I hear it one more time.”

“You said you liked that song!” Azzi said in an accusing tone, taking her seat back on the floor but still turned to the couch where Paige was sitting.

The paparazzi’s pictures of Paige and Azzi had been wiped from the internet as much as their PR teams were able to. It had been viral for at least two weeks, before another Kardashian had done something with someone, and thankfully, the noise about the two simmered down. But their hardcore fans still had their eyes on them attentively, waiting for another mistake.

Paige had talked to Azzi about being a bit more lowkey onwards, which Azzi had agreed to. They didn’t interact on social media, they didn’t leave the apartment unless they had made sure no one was around, they always drove cars with tinted glasses, and so on.

Azzi understood that it was important for Paige to be able to control whatever she could. But a small part of her quietly wondered how long they were gonna be lowkey. For how long did Paige have to stressfully check out the windows as if they were criminals fleeing from prison every time they wanted to go out and eat dinner? She didn’t want to ask Paige, because she didn’t want to make her girlfriend’s struggles about herself, she told herself. Truth was, she didn't have the guts to want to learn the truth yet.

The next days with the band were spent pretty much the same - playing games, talking about everything and nothing, having movie nights, listening to music. All the girls appreciated just hanging out like normal people. And when the week had gone by, Azzi felt like she knew the band a lot better than before.

“With or without Paige, hit me up when you’re in town,” Azzi hugged KK, Aubrey and Sarah as they stood in the hallway, ready to leave.

“We will,” Sarah smiled.

“You won’t get rid of us that easily,” KK said.

“Thank you for having us, Azzi. We’ve had a great time,” Aubrey thanked the hostess.

Their words made both Azzi and Paige warm with love. Azzi was happy she got along so well with Paige’s best friends and liked being around them as much as they seemed to like being around her.

The three Huskies left the apartment, waving goodbye until the door was closed, and then there were only Paige and Azzi left.

“Finally alone,” Paige murmured and didn’t hesitate on wrapping her arms around Azzi’s waist, pulling her in closer.

Azzi chuckled. “What, you’ve been waiting for them to leave?”

“It’s been killing me to sleep next to you this whole week without getting to touch you,” she said, her lips almost touching Azzi’s.

“So do something about it then,” Azzi cocked her head to the side, looking at her girlfriend as if she was challenging her.

And Paige gladly accepted the challenge by crashing her lips onto Azzi’s. She didn’t want to waste any more time.

With her hands on Azzi’s sides, she guided them towards the kitchen and pressed her girlfriend against the kitchen counter, never taking her lips off her. She swiftly lifted Azzi up on the counter and stood between her legs.

“Missed this,” Paige mumbled and moved her mouth down on Azzi’s jaw, to her neck, placing wet kisses on the places she knew drove Azzi crazy.

“Prove it,” Azzi exhaled with her eyes closed by Paige’s neck kisses.

As soon as Azzi had said that, Paige roughly bit down on the part that connects the neck with the shoulder, making Azzi gasp. Paige gently kissed over where she bit and used her tongue to lick back up on her neck.

“Take this off,” she said as she removed Azzi’s shirt. “This too.” She grabbed the hem of Azzi’s pants, and Azzi obediently lifted up her butt to make it easier to remove her pants.

Paige took a step back to take in the view. Azzi in her underwear, on the kitchen counter with those big eyes looking at her like she’s Azzi’s whole world. Paige’s heart couldn’t beat any faster than it already was, and she internally thanked God for bringing Azzi Jazlyn Fudd into her life.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” she swallowed and closed the distance between them.

“I think it’s the other way around,” Azzi whispered and wrapped her arms around Paige’s shoulders, stroking her nose against Paige’s.

“Kinda overwhelming how much I love you,” Paige said and kissed Azzi’s nose. “Thank you for inviting the band. It meant a lot to me.”

“Is this your new way of dirty talk?” Azzi bit her lip teasingly. “Kinda soft.”

“I don’t care,” Paige said and peppered kisses all over Azzi’s face. “Just appreciate you.”

Azzi sighed in contentment, immediately giving up the teasing and caving in on Paige’s words of appreciation.

“I love you too, P,” she whispered and gave a single soft kiss on the lips. “And I love you even more for letting me into your life, getting to know your friends and family. They’re wonderful, just like you.”

“But I’m still your favorite, right?” Paige asked playfully.

“Hmm, we’ll see, it depends,” Azzi replied.

“Depends on what?”

Azzi didn’t reply, she just placed her hand on Paige’s head and slowly pushed her down to her knees. Azzi sat herself on the edge of the counter, spreading her legs and looking down on Paige.

Paige tried to play it cool, but with Azzi’s legs spread like this, looking down on her, with her hand on her head, it was hard to not just dive in right away.

Azzi just rested her hand on top of Paige’s head, neither pushing or pulling her closer. She wanted Paige to take control by herself. But Paige didn’t move. She just looked up at Azzi with those blue eyes that penetrated her soul. Azzi was getting wetter and wetter, even though Paige didn’t even touch her. Somehow that made it worse.

“Paige,” she breathed out impatiently, gently starting to pull her head closer, but Paige pushed her head back, not letting Azzi get what she wanted.

“Nah-uh,” she said. “You gotta wait.”

“Wha- why?” Azzi asked, confused.

“Because I say so,” Paige just said and started to place kisses on her thighs, getting closer and closer to the area Azzi really needed her, but still not touching her with her hands.

“Be a good girl and hold onto the counter for me,” she said and placed Azzi’s hands on the edge of the counter beside her legs. “And no touching.” It was a warning. It was a demand.

Azzi swallowed hard and looked down at Paige, who still teasingly just kissed the insides of her thighs. At last, her face was positioned right in front of Azzi’s center, and she used her hands to spread Azzi’s legs a little bit more, to quickly remove her hands from her once again.

She didn’t want to beg for it, not yet at least. But the way Paige took her time was making it really hard for Azzi to sit still.

At last, Paige gave one small lick on top of her panties right over Azzi’s clit, making her softly whimper at the contact. Azzi was breathing heavily from refraining from the urge to just pull Paige’s head into her.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Paige complimented and gave another stripe with her tongue over Azzi’s clothed center, this time with a little more pressure. It made Azzi squirm, instinctually grinding her hips forward.

“Let’s take these off,” Paige said and slid down Azzi’s panties.

She couldn’t help herself but to smirk at the sight of Azzi’s glistening pussy.

“You’re gonna make the counter wet,” Paige teased her.

“Well, maybe you should do something about it before it gets to that then,” Azzi said with an annoyed tone.

“You’re such a brat,” Paige replied, very amused with the impatience Azzi was feeling.

“And you’re such a fucking tease,” Azzi said and grabbed Paige at the back of her head, forcibly pulling her closer to her center.

But Paige grabbed her wrists and removed her hands from her head just as quickly.

“Don’t fucking play with me,” Paige murmured low and stood up, face to face with Azzi, still holding her wrists. “I told you to hold onto the counter.”

Azzi just let out a short cold laugh. “You may think you have the control, but we both know who the desperate one is,” she said and ripped her wrist loose from Paige’s grip to harshly cup Paige’s clothed center, making her hips buckle involuntarily.

Paige took a step back to try and gain some sense of control again, already missing the feeling of Azzi’s hand on her center.

“See Paige, if you’re not gonna give it to me…” Azzi said and let her hand slide down slowly from her stomach down to her center, leaning back while teasingly caressing her own inner thigh in front of her girlfriend.

Paige just stood there, dazed by the sight. So much for control, huh.

“Oh God,” Azzi moaned as she finally let her fingers stroke her clit. She was breathing heavily, eyes closed and head thrown back, practically grinding against her own fingers.

The blonde woman could just stare. Because no matter how much she wanted to take the control back, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from seeing Azzi in pleasure.

“Paige,” Azzi groaned, as she slipped two fingers into herself.

“Fuck Azzi,” Paige exhaled.

“Please,” the actress whimpered. “I need you.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Paige smirked. “Keep going.”

“Paige, please” Azzi whined, just wanting to feel her girlfriend on her once again. But Paige didn’t move. She just stood there, in front of her, watching.

Until Paige walked away to the bedroom, and Azzi stopped fucking herself, just looking after her confused. She was starting to regret her decisions of being so defiant, but before she could really start to regret it, Paige came back with the strap in her hand.

“Oh shit,” Azzi mumbled to herself.

“You gonna be good now, or you wanna keep doing it by yourself?” Paige asked while removing her clothes to put on the strap.

Azzi swallowed. She didn’t answer the question, but her silence was enough for Paige, and she smirked victoriously.

“Bend over,” Paige commanded. Azzi almost gasped just by the words. She got off the counter and turned around, letting her upper body fall against it instead.

Deciding to be a little bit more cooperative with Azzi, she lets her hands roam her back as she positions herself behind her, finally touching her girlfriend. Azzi relaxed into the touch, getting relieved she was finally getting touched.

“See, you can be a good girl when you want to,” Paige said and let the tip of the strap touch Azzi’s folds. Her hands were on Azzi’s waist now. All she had to do was pull her backwards for the strap to enter her.

“But it’s more- fuck!” Azzi didn’t get to finish her sentence before Paige had pushed into her.

“You were saying?” Paige thrusted in and out of her steadily against the kitchen counter. Azzi didn’t say anything back, just had her eyes rolled back from pleasure.

She could feel herself getting closer with each stroke. Whimpers and moans constantly leaving her mouth with every hit.

Not having been touched for a week, Azzi felt her body being on alert for every touch, every stroke that Paige gave her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she told Paige. “Please don’t stop.”

The singer leaned forward with her upper body and pulled on Azzi’s hair to position her mouth by Azzi’s ear. She whispered sweet nothings in her ear. At least that’s what Azzi guessed, because all she could focus on was Paige’s thrusts and her mouth breathing hot air on her ear.

“Paige,” Azzi moaned as the orgasm was crashing down on her.

“I know baby,” Paige didn’t stop, she continued to let Azzi ride it out.

Eventually Azzi put her hand on Paige’s stomach to signal that it was too much. Paige eased out of her and peppered kisses all over Azzi’s back and shoulders.

“Baby,” Paige whispered.

“Yeah,” Azzi let out breathlessly, still on the counter, just trying to catch her breath.

“Wanna eat you out.”

Azzi let out a tired breath with a smile that said ‘of course you want’.

The night seemed never ending. It had only been a week, but the two women craved each other’s touch like they had been away from each other for years. It’s funny how fast the memory of long distance fades, and is replaced by a greedy hunger for more, even when you already have more.

The remainder of June was spent in Los Angeles with most time spent in Azzi’s apartment. But they made a tradition out of going on a road trip once a week somewhere. They had gone to San Diego, Santa Barbara, and even smaller road trips like to Venice Beach. Everything had been absolutely perfect. It had only been a few times where people would recognize them. And when that had happened, it was usually only one of them that people recognized. If it was a movie fan, they wanted a picture with Azzi. If it was a music fan, they wanted a picture with Paige. It was grateful that none of their hardcore fans had bumped into them.

Well, until they had gone to Malibu.

There was a group of girls that saw them on the beach. Paige could instantly tell that they had eyes on them and turned to Azzi, who was sunbathing in the chair next to her.

“I have a feeling we’re being watched,” Paige mumbled softly.

Azzi discreetly turned her head to the side, and then to the next one as if she was stretching her neck, and looked with her eyes behind her sunglasses. She spotted the group of girls who didn’t look any older than seventeen years old. They were whispering to each other, constantly glancing towards the pair while giggling.

“Yup, they are definitely talking about us,” she mumbled back and grabbed a towel to cover up her bikini clad body.

And as if on cue, one of the girls were being pushed towards the couple by her friends, and she nervously walked over to them.

“Um, hi,” she said, visibly stressed.

Both Paige and Azzi sat up from their sun loungers and looked at her.

“Hi,” they both said in unison, Paige slower than Azzi.

“We were just wondering if we could get some pictures with you Paige, we’re huge fans,” the girl said and pointed to her friends.

“Sure,” Paige said and raised from her chair.

The girl waved her friends over, and they all ran. There were at least seven of them, Azzi counted. They all were older teenagers, they all were hysterical, and they all were eye-fucking her girlfriend. She didn’t feel jealous about it. After all, they were just kids. But she did feel uneasy with the way she couldn’t set any boundaries either. She was okay with it because she had to be.

“You over there,” one of the girls said and pointed at Azzi. “Could you take the picture?”

“Of course,” Azzi said and stood up, receiving one of the girls' phones to take the picture with.

The group of girls stood beside Paige with big smiles, having their arms around each other's shoulders.

“Okay and can we take pictures with you one on one?” they asked.

And Paige, Azzi’s sweet Paige, of course agreed to it. It was one of the things she loved the most about Paige, and at the same time one of her pet peeves. The way she never set any boundaries, even though Azzi could tell that this whole interaction made her uncomfortable.

Azzi kept taking the pictures as each and every one of the girls were posing with Paige in front of her. It started out fine, but when they got to girl number four, it switched.

“Can I hug you for the picture?” the girl asked. Now that was all natural, and Azzi didn’t think twice about it. The girl threw her arms around Paige from the side and rested her head against her chest with a big smile. Everything was fine, really, until the girl moved her hand a little bit too low for Azzi’s liking, palming Paige’s lower stomach.

“Okay, done,” Azzi said curtly. “Next.”

“Damn, I hope they’re not actually together, cuz Azzi is kind of a bitch,” she overheard one of the girls whisper to the rest of the group.

‘Oh so they do know who I am’, Azzi thought to herself and rolled her eyes at the whole situation.

Then the next girl was up, and this time it took everything in Azzi to not throw the phone into the ocean.

“Can you like, hug me from behind?” the girl requested.

Azzi put her hand on her waist, her body language saying everything her mouth couldn’t. Paige noticed it and quickly wrapped her arms loosely around the girl's neck, not wanting to touch her any more than necessary.

“Alright, next,” Azzi said with a very clearly annoyed tone.

“Actually, I’m so sorry, but we have to go,” Paige interjected before the next girl could pose.

“What? But we’re only three more, please,” the girl pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” Paige gave her an apologetic smile and grabbed the phone from Azzi’s hand to give it back to the group.

The girls murmured disappointed comments amongst themselves and started to move along, but not before the blonde woman overheard one of the comments.

“Fuck Azzi Fudd. Paige never turned down fans until Azzi came into the picture.”

Paige snapped her head back to look at them with a big disapproving look, but the girls were too busy walking away to notice.

“I’m sorry for that,” Paige said and looked down at Azzi who was sitting down on the sun lounger. grateful that she hadn’t heard the comment.

“It’s not your fault,” Azzi just said, clearly still irritated.

“Yeah but I kinda feel responsible. They’re my fans,” she said and sat down next to her, their legs touching.

“They’re not your children, Paige. They wouldn’t wanna fuck you if they were,” the actress said with an edge.

Paige didn’t know what to say, because she didn’t know what was the right thing to do in those moments either.

“It’s not that I’m jealous, I’m not, it’s just that…” Azzi started.

“That what?”

“Seeing them interact with you like that in front of me just reminds me that I’m no different.”

“What? That’s crazy, you-”

“-No I know,” Azzi interrupted. “I just mean that, you belong to them as much as you belong to me. We’re just a rumour that we’re trying to get rid of. That’s all we are.”

“That’s not true. I’m your girlfriend,” Paige said. “That’s not a rumour.”

“Yes it is,” Azzi argued. “No one but us, and a few others, know that. It’s a dirty little secret at best.”

“Azzi,” Paige said with a lump in her throat. “If I could, I would show the whole world how much I love you. It’s killing me that I can’t. I don’t want to pretend, believe me. I don’t want to sit like this next to you and not just grab your hand and kiss you all over.”

It did feel better to hear Paige say that, but it didn’t stop Azzi’s unresolved feelings completely. But just enough for her to stop paying attention to them at the moment.

“I just want to protect us a little bit longer,” Paige said and rested her forehead against Azzi’s shoulder. “Please don’t give up on me.”

And that did it. Azzi felt a sense of guilt for making Paige think she wasn’t ready to battle Paige’s struggles side by side with her.

“I won’t,” she whispered and gave Paige’s forehead a quick peck. “And I’m sorry too. I know it’s hard for you too.”

Paige could intellectually understand what Azzi meant, when she said that she felt like there was no difference between her and her fans. But emotionally, she was being torn between her own fears and boundaries, and not wanting to hurt her girlfriend.

The girl’s comment about her Azzi made Paige feel a conflicted feeling she’s never felt before. Because she should be the one to speak up, to stand up for her girlfriend - but she didn’t. And somewhere deep inside Paige, that was scary. Because what if there’s something about it all she’s not ready to admit to herself.

But Paige put those thoughts aside. In her head, this wouldn’t be a problem once they would be in Minnesota. There, they would be in their own little bubble and have more privacy.

—

July 2025

Minnesota was warm this time of year. Not as hot as LA, but just enough for Paige. She easily burnt anyway, and loved being out without getting heat stroke.

The girl’s they had met on the beach in Malibu had posted the photos on Instagram, Tiktok and Twitter, and did not hold back on giving the details on their meeting. Their posts became some sort of forum for the debate whether or not Azzi and Paige were dating, and unfortunately, the forum for more hate towards the actress.

‘She’s not even that good of an actress, I don’t know what Paige sees in her’, someone on twitter had said, even tagging the both of them.

“I don’t care how many more people I gotta pay to get those tweets deleted Sam, I want them gone by the next time I go on there,” Paige said angrily to her PR team manager on the phone.

“Paige,” Azzi gently nudged her, sitting beside her on the couch. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not Azzi,” Paige snapped and got up from the couch.

Azzi sank deeper down in her seat, watching her girlfriend go to her home office and closed the door.

They had just been sitting on the couch together, cuddling, when Paige had stumbled over the endless amounts of tweets directed at her girlfriend. Azzi hadn’t paid attention to whatever Paige had been doing, until she had started to angrily cuss. Azzi had turned around and asked her what was wrong, and saw the comments on her phone.

It stung more than she wanted to admit. Seeing people comment on her acting, her appearance, her body, her face - everything. They were even debating whether she was using Paige for money or not, speculating how much Azzi were making from her quote-unquote ‘quirky little movies’.

She understood quite early on that a lot of people would feel some type of jealousy, but she hadn’t been prepared to be torn down over her acting. She hadn’t been prepared to be deemed inadequate in the status, money, personality, skin color and body aspect of it all.

The worst part was that she didn’t wanna tell Paige just how much it hurt her, because she felt like if she did, it would consume the entirety of their relationship, and Paige was already consumed by trying to control everything she could, even the things she couldn’t.

But she did appreciate Paige’s effort to get rid of the nasty tweets. She did. Even if it felt like sweeping everything under the rug instead of handling the actual issue, like telling her fans off instead of being quiet.

“I’m getting real fucking tired of these so called ‘fans’,” Paige came back out from the office, still angry, but sat down next to Azzi and looked her straight in the eyes.

Azzi didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t say ‘it’s okay’ one more time. She didn’t want to defend the fans again either. But she really didn’t want to break down in front of Paige and let her see how much it got to her.

Paige saw the hesitation in Azzi’s eyes, saw the uncertainty in her look.

“Are you okay?” Paige asked softly. Too softly.

Azzi just gave a quick nod and looked away. Opening her mouth to say yes was a risk of opening the gates of truth, and she was not ready.

The singer put her arms around her and buried her head in Azzi’s crook of her neck. It completely unraveled her. Azzi’s tense body relaxed to the touch, and that was dangerous, because suddenly she felt like the tears she had been holding back were fighting their way out in her relaxed state.

And before she knew it, the first tear fell down her cheek.

She involuntarily let out a quiet sob into Paige who was holding her tightly. And it broke Paige.

“I’m so sorry baby,” Paige whispered, feeling her own eyes tearing up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

They both cried in each other’s embrace. The living room was filled with a glooming hopelessness in the air.

Maybe if Paige hadn’t been Paige.

Or maybe if Azzi hadn’t been Azzi.

It felt like a punishment to be themselves.

None of them knew the answer. But both of them knew the problem.

Paige felt that some type of resolution was in her control, yet she felt powerless. How is it that power can feel so futile when it really mattered? That’s what Paige wondered, while Azzi wondered if Paige really understood the power of her silence.

—

“How are you feeling?” Azzi asked her girlfriend, who was visibly nervous.

“I’m fine. Just a bit nervous, that’s all,” Paige swallowed.

It was a big deal, and an even bigger deal to Paige.

Paige’s mom and her sibling were in town, wanting to meet Paige. Azzi had offered to do something else, to disappear for a few days to Paige’s dad’s place or something. But Paige had told her no, told her that she needed her there.

And so the day had finally come. Azzi was gonna meet Paige’s mom, Ryan and Lauren.

“I'll be here for you the whole time,” Azzi said and rubbed Paige’s back while they were standing in the kitchen, having just prepared dinner.

“Thank you. You know how much I appreciate you?” Paige said and leaned on Azzi’s shoulder.

The doorbell rang and Paige went to let her family in.

Ryan came into view first. He was taller than Azzi had thought. Then she saw Lauren. She was very pretty, and had a lot of resemblance to her girlfriend. And then her mom, Amy, came in.

“Welcome, welcome,” Paige murmured as the company took off their jackets. The siblings hugged Paige tightly and held onto her as if they didn’t want to let go. Her mom on the other hand, gave her a pat on the back and looked over at Azzi.

“Hi,” Azzi said with a big nervous smile and an outstretched hand. “I’m Azzi. You must be Paige’s mom.”

Amy shook her hand and gave her a small smile. “Hi, yes, I’m Amy. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh my God, Azzi Fudd!?” Lauren exclaimed in shock when she had let go of her older sister.

“Hi, you must be Lauren,” Azzi said, and Paige swore to herself she could die from her girlfriend’s cuteness.

“Why is Azzi Fudd here?” Lauren asked Paige in excitement.

“She’s gonna eat dinner with us,” Paige replied.

“She is!?” Lauren yelled. “Please can I sit next to her?”

“Why don’t you ask her?” Paige chuckled.

Azzi just looked at Lauren and nodded with an affirming smile.

Paige’s mom was very different from what Azzi thought she would be like. She was soft, a little bit shy, but still very kind and sweet. She asked Azzi a lot of questions, included Ryan and Lauren to help the flow of the conversations, and spoke with appreciative words towards the host, her oldest daughter.

“This was delicious, Paige,” Amy complimented Paige. They were sitting in the living room, eating together around Paige’s bigger dining table. It almost felt like a festive holiday, the formality of using the big table, Azzi thought.

“I got a little help from Azzi,” Paige smirked.

“Oh no, I’m not a good cook, this was all Paige,” Azzi quickly shook her head.

“You did the potatoes,” Paige said.

“That’s not really something to brag about,” Azzi nervously laughed, and Amy politely chuckled.

“It feels so weird to be sitting next to Azzi Fudd,” Lauren mused out loud. “Like, I just watched a movie with you the other day, and now you’re here.”

Azzi offered a small smile and nodded. “Yeah, I’m glad I’m here.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re friends with Azzi Fudd?” Lauren turned to her sister. “Especially since you’ve been obsessed with her since forever.”

“Bro, first of all, I wasn’t obsessed,” Paige quickly said.

“I already know you were, stop lying,” Azzi raised her eyebrows teasingly.

“No you totally were,” Ryan chimed in. “If I hadn’t known better, it was like you were in love with her or something.”

“That’s cute,” Azzi smiled. Paige didn’t.

“Whatever,” Paige mumbled. “Anyone want seconds or can I start cleaning up?”

Paige grabbed the plates and went to the kitchen. Amy stood up to go and help, but Azzi quickly intervened.

“Oh please, let us, you can sit down while we clean,” Azzi smiled. “Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, honey, how sweet of you,” Amy sat down again and gave her a grateful smile.

Azzi just nodded and grabbed some more plates to carry to the kitchen.

“You’ve really been talking about me to everyone for years, huh?” Azzi said as she entered the kitchen. Paige was already by the sink, doing the dishes.

“Can you blame me? I mean, look at yourself,” Paige said flirtingly

“Alright, easy,” Azzi chuckled. “I’m already your girlfriend, no need to butter me up like that.”

“Well, I-”

Paige turned around and stopped dead in her tracks.

Azzi looked at her confused and turned around as well, seeing Paige’s mom stand there with some leftover dinner in her hands with her lips pursed together into a thin line. Azzi didn’t know what to do. Both the daughter and mother seemed to be frozen by hearing Azzi say the g-word.

“I think it’s time to leave,” Amy said at last and put down the food on the counter and left the kitchen.

“Wait, mom-” Paige hurried behind her.

A heavy breath escaped Azzi’s lips as she was left alone in the kitchen. Everything had gone so well, until she had opened her mouth. She leaned over the counter and continued on breathing deeply to calm down her own heart.

In the living room, Amy was telling Ryan and Lauren that it was time to go.

“But I thought we were staying here?” Ryan asked, confused, but his mom just grabbed his arm and shoved him up on his feet from his chair.

“Change of plans,” she just said. “Come on Lauren.”

“Wait, mom, please don’t go,” Paige said and looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please, can we just talk first? Give me a chance to explain, please.”

“I don’t think there’s much to talk about,” her mom replied.

“I wanna stay with Paige,” Lauren whined.

“Me too,” Ryan agreed.

“Please mom, for your children’s sake, can we talk first, and then you can decide whether or not you’ll leave,” Paige begged.

Amy sighed, and Paige knew that she had won.

“Fine. Wait here,” she told her children.

The two women walked to Paige’s office and closed the door. This was no discussion for anyone else to hear. It was barely a discussion Paige wanted to hear either.

And now that she was here, standing face to face with her mom to talk about the thing she had avoided for years, she didn’t know what to say. She felt the urge to defend herself, to lie, to say that it wasn’t what she thought. But how could she do that to Azzi?

“You wanted to talk, so talk,” her mom said after a full minute of silence.

Paige swallowed nervously.

“Can I just… I mean…” Paige sighed. “Do you still think less of me because of, you know?”

Her mom let out a breath of air as if it was a stupid question.

“I don’t think less of you, Paige,” she said. “But it’s not a lifestyle I support and you know that. I could never defend choosing a path that leads to hell. And you’re gonna have to accept that. So if you’re gonna choose that lifestyle, you’re gonna have to accept that it comes with a life without me, Ryan and Lauren.”

“What?” Paige exhaled bewildered.

“It’s just not right. I don’t want my children near it.”

“I’m your daughter, I’m their sister, you can’t take that away from me,” Paige’s voice was shaking. ‘Not again’, she thought to herself.

“I’m not the one taking it away from you,” her mom said. “You are.”

Paige felt the lump in her throat and the tears started to crowd her eyesight.

“You can’t,” she begged. “Please.”

“You need help, Paige,” Amy just said and exited the office without another word, without another look.

As the door closed, Paige collapsed down on her knees with her head falling in her hands. The tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably, and it felt like she couldn’t breathe.

Somehow, it was worse this time. Because she had spent the last ten years living a life to not ever get to this point again - and yet here she was, on her knees, being left by her mom once more.

How is it possible that a feeling can survive ten years and be resurrected as if it was yesterday? It should be gone. This feeling should be new. This feeling shouldn’t exist. Not after everything Paige has repressed. Not after everything she’s done to never have to relive it again.

Azzi was in the kitchen, hearing Amy gathering Ryan and Lauren and then shutting the front door. And then it was quiet. Eerily quiet.

She slowly walked to the living room to see the empty chairs.

They left.

“Paige?” She softly spoke. Did they all leave? What happened?

She checked the bathroom. Empty. She checked the bedroom. Empty. She checked the studio. Empty.

At last, when she came to the office, she found her.

“Paige,” she breathed and lunged forward to the floor where Paige was still crying into her hands. She didn’t say anything else, she just put her arms around her and held on tightly.

They stayed like that for an hour.

Paige was hyperventilating and was trying to breathe while holding onto Azzi as if she was scared to death. Because she was. Scared of herself, because why did this keep on happening, no matter how hard she tried?

Azzi felt her struggling by the way Paige’s whole body was twitching with every involuntary sharp inhale. Her shirt was wet from Paige’s tears and her arms probably had two bruises on them from Paige’s hard grip.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “I got you.”

Time is a funny thing when it feels like the world is crashing down. It feels like forever and it feels like a second. Because somehow, hours had gone by, and Paige’s breathing had finally returned to normal.

The grip she had on Azzi’s arm’s were now loose, and her breathing quite deep. Azzi stroked the blonde hair gently and carefully leaned backwards to look at Paige’s face.

She was asleep.

Azzi carefully stood up and took Paige in her arms, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom and put her down on the bed. She went to the bathroom and got a wet towel to wipe Paige’s face that was stained by dry tears.

Azzi didn’t sleep much that night. She constantly looked at Paige in case she would wake up and need her.

It was not until five in the morning she involuntarily fell asleep.

—

Azzi woke up to an empty bed.

She sat up in the bed in panic and looked around. Her head was still groggy from just waking up to think rationally.

“Paige?”

No answer. She got up and walked out to the kitchen, where she saw her girlfriend sitting by the table with her glasses on, hair in a low bun, a simple white t-shirt and some sweats, with her phone in her hand and a coffee mug in the other.

“Hi,” Paige said a bit surprised as she looked up from her phone.

“Hi,” Azzi said back and stopped in her tracks.

They just looked at each other, until Paige put her mug down and waved her over.

“Why are you just standing there, come,” she said and motioned for her to sit down with her.

“What time is it?” Azzi asked.

“One pm.”

Azzi just hummed for an answer. Paige returned her attention to her phone.

“Is it too early to talk about it?” Azzi carefully asked.

Paige put down her phone and sighed. “Yeah.”

“But… Are you okay?”

The singer pursed her lips together and made a face. “Not the best.”

“That’s alright,” Azzi said. “Is there something I can do?”

Paige stiffened with that question. “I don’t think so,” she slightly shook her head.

Azzi swallowed. This was not what she had expected. She hadn’t expected to wake up seeing Paige sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee all normal, as if nothing had happened. She hadn’t expected her to not want to talk about it. She hadn’t expected her to give short answers and not let her in. Not after she had held her for hours.

“Okay, well, let me know if there is,” she said lowly. Paige just gave her a small smile and picked up her phone to return her attention to it instead of Azzi.

But Paige never brought it up again. And Azzi felt an inescapable sense of distance from her girlfriend. Sure, everything on the surface was the same. The compliments, the fun parts, the sex… But on the emotional level, Azzi didn’t even know what Paige felt anymore. It was as if Paige was there, but only half-heartedly.

During the whole duration of July, it was killing Azzi to not know what had happened that day between Paige and her mom. She had tried one more time to ask Paige, but she had just said that she didn’t want to talk about it, and Azzi had accepted it. But it felt like a rejection.

—

August 2025

“I feel like Paige isn’t letting me into her emotional life.”

It was in the middle of August and Azzi had gone back to LA from Minnesota to start shooting her new film. The actress had called Ice Brady after a very frustrating call with her girlfriend, where she had yet again tried to get her to open up, but once again had failed. She just needed someone that knew Paige to tell her that she shouldn’t worry about it, or something comforting. That’s how she ended up at Ice Brady’s apartment.

“Why is that?” Ice asked. They were sitting on her couch in her living room, sipping on some red wine.

“Okay, don’t tell her I told you this, but something happened with her mom like a month ago, and I found her crying on the floor in her office. It went on for like hours, until she passed out from exhaustion in my arms. And I still don’t know what happened,” Azzi told her.

“Have you asked her?” Ice asked.

“Of course I have,” Azzi deadpanned. “She just tells me she don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Hm, okay,” Ice said. “Does she tell you why she doesn’t wanna talk about it at least?”

“No. But the thing that started it all was that her mom overheard me saying that I’m Paige’s girlfriend, and I know that her mom is not accepting of her being gay. After that, they disappeared from the room, and then her mom and her siblings left, and that’s when I found her crying.”

“Damn,” Ice exhaled. “I feel like it’s something serious then.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t wanna push, but I also feel this is not how it’s supposed to be, being her girlfriend and not even knowing how to be there for her, because I don’t know what exactly happened.”

“Okay but it obviously has something to do with the fact that she overheard you guys, right?”

“Yeah,” Azzi confirmed.

“Look Az,” Ice said. “I was there the last time she had a PR crisis and all that. She never outright told me it was about her being gay, but I could tell it was a touchy subject for her. So I understand if you feel like she’s shutting you out, but it’s nothing personal, I think she just doesn’t know how to open up about it.”

Azzi felt somewhat relieved to hear that she’s not the only one who Paige isn’t opening up to. Because the last weeks had been hard for her. Ever since that day with Paige’s mom, she could see how Paige was struggling in silence.

The distance between them had grown, and Azzi didn’t know how to meet Paige in the middle anymore. It felt like she was fumbling in the dark after her.

And all this while the internet was still tearing her down.

It’s like a wildfire, the narrative that spreads on social media. It only takes one tweet to go viral for it to become some sort of trend - some sort of truth. And the latest truth? It was that Azzi Fudd was an overrated actress with an attitude. The typical female actor narrative. And who had started that discourse if not her girlfriend’s fans.

Everything felt so backwards. The one person who should be able to open up to her, wasn’t, and the people who should love their favorite’s girlfriend, didn’t.

Paige had said she didn’t want to hide Azzi, but it sure felt like it. And after the thing with her mom, it was like Paige didn’t want to be seen with Azzi in public at all.

Azzi started to feel like a mistake. Like someone Paige was trying to erase from her image in real time, while still being next to her. Azzi felt like she needed to shrink herself to fit into the small space Paige was ready to offer her.

All these feelings, and Paige still said the most promising things to her. She always bought her flowers, she always cooked them dinner, she always told her how much she loved her… She did everything right when they were alone.

But Azzi couldn’t ignore all the times when they weren’t alone, or all the times Paige didn’t open up.

Something had to change.

Or this could never work.

It was stirring deep inside of the actress's heart. She didn’t know how much longer she could ignore it.

Paige, on the other hand, was sitting in a meeting with her PR team and the band’s manager, Geno, in Minnesota, talking about her future.

“The comment’s about Azzi are still out of control,” Paige said.

“We are aware, but there’s very little we can do about that discourse. People are free to voice their opinions, and there’s nothing we can do but delete the worst one’s,” Sam, the PR manager explained.

“Paige, you can’t control everything,” Geno chimed in.

“I know that,” Paige snapped.

Geno had noticed the singer’s short temper for the last few weeks. He had never seen Paige this irritated and impatient before.

“Paige, what is going on with you lately?” he softly asked.

“Nothing,” she said curtly.

“I can tell something’s wrong,” he pushed.

"Oh, can you?” she asked sarcastically.

“Alright, that’s it,” he stood up and pointed at her. “Come with me.”

“Why?”

“Just come.”

The two exited the office and Geno led her to another smaller office. Paige took a seat in one of the chairs and Geno closed the door.

“You’re acting like a defiant teenager right now, and that’s not working for me,” Geno said, almost scolded. “So you’re either telling me what’s wrong, or we’re done.”

With those words, Paige flinched.

‘Or we’re done’. It sounded too much like the ultimatum her mom had given her.

“I can’t,” she breathed out nervously.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Geno sat down in the chair in front of her.

“I can’t talk about that. It’s… too much.”

“That’s exactly why you need to,” her manager said softly. “You can’t carry everything by yourself, Paige. We’re all here for you.”

“Everytime I think about it it feels like I’m gonna choke,” she explained. “Like I can’t breathe.”

“Try, and if you have a hard time breathing, we’ll stop,” he insisted.

Paige nodded. In that moment she looked like a child, trying to tell her parents she's peed her pants. But Geno sat there, patiently waiting for Paige to start. And the way he waited persistently, gave her a little more courage.

“You know how I have a strained relationship with my mom? Last month we got into a fight… And she said that if I choose to be gay, she and my siblings won’t be in my life anymore.”

Geno sat there quietly, letting her speak freely without interrupting.

“And now I don’t know what to do,” Paige broke down. She started to cry right in front of him.

Geno took his chair and sat beside her and placed his hand on her back, comforting her.

“That’s a lot you’ve been carrying by yourself, kid,” he said.

Paige wiped away her tears from her face and took several deep breaths to stop herself from crying too much.

“You haven’t told anyone about this? Not even Azzi?” he asked after a while.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t. How can I tell her that my mom made me choose between her or my family, without making her feel guilty?”

Geno didn’t have an answer to that.

“Exactly,” Paige murmured. “I love Azzi. But I love my siblings as well. And I’d do anything for them. It’s killing me that I can’t have both. What do I do, Geno? What the hell do I do?”

The man took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He didn’t have an answer to that either.

“And on top of that, our fans are bullying my girlfriend right in front of me. I know she won’t admit it, but I can tell how much it hurts her. It feels like I’m just bringing bad things into her life now. I can’t… I don’t even have the guts to stand up for her. I’m not even grown enough to be out and proud for her. I feel like a curse to her and myself.”

“I understand that it feels like an impossible situation. But you won’t find the answers on your own. You have to talk to Azzi about your relationship instead of trying to make decisions for the both of you,” Geno said at last.

“It is an impossible situation,” Paige just said.

“So if it’s an impossible situation, what do you have to lose, talking to Azzi?” Geno questioned.

Paige thought about it for a while, before answering: “Everything.”

—

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Good Girl

Sawamura Daichi x f reader

Part two

Summary: your whole life all you ever wanted to be was faithful and pure. Saving yourself for marriage to honor God and your Family. You would never give in to any kind of sin. At least that’s what you thought. Until one day you met him. He was so gentle and so loving and so so… dirty. How did you get into this mess?!

Warnings: smut, safe sex, aged up characters, softdom!Daichi, sub!reader, inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, first time, crisis of faith, blasphemy (kinda), reader has mommy issues, lots of praise, also lots of begging, petnames, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, big dick Daichi, penetration, mentions of multiple orgasms, Daichi’s a consensual king!!

Let me know if I missed anything.

“Amen”

You left church in your floaty white dress. It was a little too short for your liking, so you felt a little bad all through the service but it was such a hot summer day that you just had to make a little exception.

You thought to yourself that it for sure won’t be a problem since you’ve been so good all your life. As long as your mother didn’t see it would be fine. For her you just never tried hard enough. Never were good enough. But you had God. So who else would you even need to be truly happy, right?

“C’mon babyyy, you’re gonna love it! I just know it. The music will be soo good. And if it makes you feel any better I will be driving, so we both won’t be drinking. Even though, I have to say, I think it won’t kill you to have a shot or something and a little fun here and there. I’m sure Jesus will forgive you.” your best friend tried to convince you, once again.

She does this every second Friday of every month since every second Saturday they would play your favorite music at her favorite club.

You never understood why it was so important to her for you to get so close to potentially dinning. She called it fun.

You called it temptation. Alcohol wasn’t really a sin in itself. It was rather what could come from drinking it.

“I’m not seeking anyone’s forgiveness. I don’t want to give God a reason to have to forgive me.” You never once in your life even had to confess.

“Whatever. Please come? I am begging you!”

Most of the time you said no, so it really surprised you that she never gave up.

She was just so persistent.

“Okay I’ll go. Under one condition. You don’t ask me for at least three months.”

Most of the time you said no. Not every time. Maybe one of the reasons why she never stopped asking.

“Deal!”

“I am so not wearing this. Not a chance.” You looked at the tiny blue dress your best friend held in her hands. Not only was it way to short but it was also very tight. You had seen it on her before and it was beautiful but just too revealing for the way you were raised.

“C’mon don’t be such a prude! You’d look so hot and… if I can say. Fuckable. Not that you have to fuck but you’d certainly not pay ANYTHING tonight.”

“Stop it. I’m not being a prude, I just have my beliefs and values. So I would like to wear this please. What’s wrong with this?”

She looked down on you raising her eyebrows and sighing. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s cute I guess. Just not for a club. You look like you’re gonna sell me a house or something.”

She probably had a point. You were wearing a pencil skirt and a blouse after all.

“Okay so I have a few tricks up my sleeve that would make you look like you just got of off work and went to the club right after. Sexy but still formal. What do you say?”

You gave in. She had to have her fun every once in a while. You too were so different that most of the time it surprised you she was even friends with you. “Okay let’s do it.”

“And??”

“It looks… good. I’m actually surprised. Thank you.”

“I knew you would like it! Ah I am a genius.” she said in a sing sang voice.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. The first three buttons of your blouse were opened which was just enough to expose your collarbones but not your cleavage. Your hair was pinned up messily. Just as if it once was sleek and fell apart because you were at work or generally doing something.

You looked down. Your skirt was at knee length and even though you purposefully picked it it just didn’t fit the vibe.

You sighed. She’s gonna love this you thought.

“Do you have a mini skirt? Or, i don‘t know, a pencil skirt that’s a little shorter than mine? I don’t like the way this looks.“

She let out a little squeak of excitement. „Yes! I have the perfect skirt for you.“

Pulling on the black denim skirt the third time in 10 minutes you wondered what you were thinking agreeing to this. Sure you went to the club before but never in anything this revealing. Your thighs were out!

At least it covers my ass for all I know…

“10$ and ID please.” you did as you were told by the security and after getting through you were immediately introduced by the smell of sweat and alcohol, naked bodies and loud music.

“I’m gonna get myself a drink and a hot man to pay. You should do the same! Or should I bring you a coke later on?” She screamed over the sound of hips don’t lie.

“I’ll be fine go and have fun!”

It was kinda always like this which was one of the many reasons why you didn’t understand why she needed you to come with her in the first place.

Of course you danced together and she would never leave without you but the first two hours you were without an exception always alone.

That was the time where she found herself any good looking young man to flirt with and get drunk without paying.

Sometimes she even made out with these men but it rarely happened.

Later she always came back to you very tipsy and you guys danced the night away until your feed hurt.

Of course her understanding of dancing the night away was very different from yours but so far that was never a problem.

You had different lifestyles but deep down the same morals and values which is what was most important.

“Can I?”

Your had quickly turned around and collapsed with the hard chest of a tall man.

Out of reflex he put his hand on your waist which caused you to jump and immediately take two steps back.

„Sorry?“

You stared at him a little too long for your liking. But he was just so gorgeous. Sharp jaw line, short black hair with an undercut, subtle hint of a beard and oh so many muscles.

„I asked you if I you could let me pass. I kinda need to get to the bar my friend is hitting on a random woman. Again.“

You blinked just now finding a way back to reality.

„Yes! Sorry!“

Quickly you took a step aside.

The stranger chuckled. „Don’t worry. It’s not that important. He just can be very- persistent.“

You couldn’t help but take a look at the bar. Only spotting your best friend who already held her first drink of the night in her hand and was sitting dangerously close to a young man with greyish hair.

Tonight there would be a little make out session. You could already tell.

„Who‘s your friend?“ you asked still not looking back at him.

Suddenly he was really close. His hand on your back, right between your shoulders, his head next to yours. You could literally feel this strange man everywhere.

For some reason it didn’t bother you. In your eyes he was still very polite about it.

„See him over there? Right next to the girl in pink.“

Now you looked at him. More shocked than anything else though.

„Gray hair?“

„Yes gray hair. Why‘re you so surprised? He‘s not that old.“ the man laughed

„Ohh yeah I‘m sure of that.“ you let out a child like giggle. „The girl in pink is my best friend. So no need to worry. I bet she hit on him first.“

He let out a loud laugh and looked at you. “Then these two belong together I suppose, hm.” His expression suddenly changed to something way more serious and he said:

“Maybe you and I belong together as well. I believe in fate, do you, sweetheart?” His voice was so deep and his aura so masculine that it made you feel all shy.

“And then he said don’t take it the wrong way as if he didn’t just say the most vile thing to my face!” Daichi, you found out that was his name right after the two of you decided to spend the rest of the night together, chuckled. “It’s interesting what you call vile. At least to me it’s rather a statement than an insult.”

You gulped looking at your empty glass. “He called me fuckable. In the presence of my mother and father. It’s disrespectful.”

“It’s true.” You chocked looking at him in disbelief. Did he just call you fuckable?! “Wouldn’t’ve said it in front of your family, of course. But it’s true nonetheless.”

You felt his eyes peering into your soul. Staring you down as if he waited for you to say something. Do something. Instead you stood up. “I need- I’m going to get a new soda. See ya.” And then you left him behind. Feeling his eyes following your every move.

When you came back Daichi was on his phone, seemingly not paying any more thought to what had just happened. Being a gentleman man once again, he put his phone down, the moment he noticed you. Smiling at you in a calming manner. As if he senses your unsure demeanour.

“What is it with you?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” You frowned.

“There’s something about you. Something I can’t explain. You seem so- pure? But not childlike. Mature and confident. But still shy and bashful when talking about sex or alcohol. You’ve surely done those things, right? I mean you must be my age. Everyone has done those things by now.”

You blushed. You fricking blushed. Not once in your life were you ever embarrassed of your inexperience and most definitely not about the reason why. But now. Now you were. Not embarrassed by your religion or its beliefs of course, but by your lack of a response. Instea you started to stutter like a child. He interrupted your little stammer of words.

“You’re a virgin. Aren’t you?” You chocked on your spit. Quickly trying to gain back some semblance of confidence. “I am, yes. I don’t see any shame in that.”

“No, no, you’re right. There isn’t. It just surprises me. What are you waiting for? The one?” He let out a unbelievable loud laugh. As if that was the most ridiculous thought he’d ever thought about.

“Marriage, actually. I am very religious, you know. That’s also why I haven’t been drinking tonight.” He looked at you, eyes wide open. Mouth lightly agape. Now it was you who laughed, even if only quietly.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to- I didn’t want to disrespect you or your beliefs. I- god this is embarrassing. I’m sorry. Really.”

“It’s okay. You couldn’t have known. I know there aren’t many religious people who actually live it all out. Doesn’t bother me of course, everyone should have the right to do as they want. I just chose this way.”

“Did you, though? Or did your family tell you it was the only right way?” He asked suddenly being very close. His hot breath fanning over the side of your face. You gulped.

“They did teach me many things of course. Especially my mother. Like that alcohol is only for special occasions, we only ever drink wine when I’m at church for example. Or that I am to cover myself to a certain level. My body shall only be seen by my future husband. She also taught me sex isn’t for pleasure. It’s an act of love-“ he turned your face towards him with two fingers. Staring at you. “and- and-”

“And?” He raised his eyebrows, smirking.

“And it should be intimately, with my future husband only. To make- a family. A woman shouldn’t-“ his finger carefully touched your lower lip, pulling it down a little. You took a deep breath. Taking his wrist and removing his hand from your face.

“A woman shouldn’t give herself away to just anybody.”

He nodded slowly. Still looking at you intensely. “And I get that. One question though. Did they tell this to the men too? You have a brother, right? You told me so. Does he have to safe himself for marriage? Is he allowed to give himself away whenever he likes or does he have to cover his body and wait for his wife to come along and make love to him intimately to make a family? Answer me and if the answer pleases me I’ll leave you be.”

You sighed. Truthfully you’ve thought about this before. Especially when you were younger and had a little crisis of faith. You’d pushed it down though. This is how it was to be. Him out there and you in church.

“No. He doesn’t. But that doesn’t matter he’s a-“ Daichi interrupted you. “Of course he doesn’t. He’s a man. He gets to fuck whom ever he likes, whenever he likes. No, sweetheart, this doesn’t satisfy me.”

Was he angry? For you? Or for himself?

“You only say this because you want to fuck me. You said it yourself. I’m fuckable.”

“Maybe. But maybe it’s bold of you to assume that and I actually only feel empathy towards you.”

He again placed two fingers on your chin, making you look at him. He leaned in, until his mouth was right next to your ear. He whispered now. “But you’re right. I wanna fuck you. Wanna fuck you real good. Make you feel things you could only dream of feeling. Make you cum as many times as your body can handle. And then tomorrow I wanna take you on a real date. Spoil you rotten and treat you like you deserve. Wanna make you feel like a real woman. Not a little girl in a golden cage. Though I would like to cage you like this.”

He pressed against your body with his until you whimpered and had nowhere to hide. “Would you like that, sweetheart? Hm? You can tell me, no one can hear us. Your mother can’t hear you when you’re with me.”

Your breath sped up, your hands subconsciously grabbing Daichis shoulders, squeezing them. It was all too much. You felt so overwhelmed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I want. That never mattered. I never mattered.”

Slowly he moved back, synchronously moving his hand from your chin to your cheek, wiping your tears away. You didn’t even realise that you were crying.

“‘M sorry. It’s just not that easy for me. I know you’re technically right. I just- I’ve been raised this way. I’ve learned I’ll go to hell any other way.”

You started crying even more and he wiped away every single tear, letting you cry in silence until there were no more tears and he kissed your forehead.

“I know, baby. I know.” The petnames made your heart flutter. You’ve never had someone call you anything other than your name. Except for your best friend, but that was different from this.

Speaking of. Daichis head turned from you to your friends, still sitting at the bar, flirting and occasionally making out.

“Tell me, do you think, she’ll go to hell?” His head turned back to you, frowning.

You frowned along with him. “What? No! Of course not. She’s such a kind hearted person with a warm soul who loves and cares for everyone around her. She’s just got different morals than I do. She’d never go to hell. She’s too good for that.”

Daichi smiled. Cute he thought. The way you were talking about her.

“But she’s done all those things. She’s had sex. She drinks. She’s drunk right now! She dresses revealing. Hm? She does all those things. Why don’t you?”

You sighed again, staring to become a headache. Shaking your head you leaned into him, putting your forehead on his chest. You’ve never been so close to a stranger, especially not a man. But there was something about him that made you feel safe. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

Daichi put his hand on the back of your head, slowly unpinning your hair and running his fingers through it. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll stop talking about it now. I promise.”

For the rest of the night Daichi and you got back to talking about more meaningless stuff, laughed and got to know each other better.

You learned that he used to play volleyball in Highschool and that some of his former teammates are on the national team now and that he knows and meets most of the regularly, but he just continued it as a hobby and is now a policeman.

After the exhausting talk earlier, you decided, one drink would be fine. You needed it.

At first you wanted to go get a glass of wine at which Daichi just laughed. “You won’t get any wine in a place like this, sweetheart. But don’t worry, I know what to get you.”

He came back five minutes later with another beer for himself and a cocktail for you. Sex on the beach. The irony. You shook your head, laughing, but drinking it anyway.

One cocktail quickly turned into two and now you were feeling much better. A little lightheaded, but better.

After a few more hours your best friend and her company, Sugawara, finally decided to grace you with their presence. They were very drunk, but also very happy. Holding hands and giggling at each other. You smiled. It’a been a while since you’ve seen her like this.

“We’ve just realised- you’re our best friends! This guy is Sugawaras best friend and Y/N, you’re my besssst- friend! And you’ve met- and we have too!” Your best friend slurred, hiccuping several times.

Daichi laughed, patting Sugawara on the back. “Nice that you’ve come to realise that as well. Come on.” He took your hand. Your best friend gasped, but you glared at her, so she didn’t say anything. “Let’s get a cap, hm?”

The taxi driver drove to Sugawaras place first, your best friend leaving the car with him without ang explanation. As if they agreed on this long before they came back to you.

Daichi and you looked at each other, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Until the taxi driver looked back at you. “Where to, next?”

The car suddenly got really quiet. “Come with me to my place. We won’t have to do anything except watch a movie and go to sleep. I was serious before. I wanna take you out tomorrow. And I wanna spend the night with you.” Daichi said.

You blushed. “Okay. I’ll come.”

Daichi opened the door to his apartment, carefully placing his hand on your back and leading you inside. You felt wobbly. The alcohol had just hit even more. So he made sure to steady you. “You okay?”

“Yea. I’m sorry. Just not used to more than a glass of wine.”

“That’s okay. I feel light headed too. Once we’re sleeping it’ll wear off. I’ll bring you water.”

While he was away, you got rid of your uncomfortable shoes. Staring at him moving in the kitchen. He was so tall and muscular. Fuck. You wanted him so bad.

So when he came back, you didn’t drink his water. Instead you set it aside and stepped closer to him. Until you were so close, you had to look up at him. As if out of instinct his hands landed on your waist.

“Daichi.” You whispered. Putting your hands on his shoulders. He didn’t say anything, instead he pulled you in even closer so that your chest touched his. “Daichi, please.”

“What is it, sweetheart? Tell me.” He squeezed your waist and you bit your lips.

“Please take me. I- I want you. Please.” You didn’t know where this sudden urge came from, just a few hours ago, you didn’t even so much as touch yourself and now you were begging a stranger to fuck you. but he stirred something inside you and it made you feel so good. So special.

“That’s the alcohol talking, Y/N. You will regret this in the morning.” Still he didn’t step back as if he wait for you to convince him. So you did.

“I might. But Daichi, you’ve been so understanding and kind. I- I don’t think I want to do this with anyone but you. You can lead me through this and if I regret it in the morning, I feel you’re the only man who wouldn’t take it personal and calm me down. Please. I want this. I want you. I- I want you to do all the stuff you said earlier. Make me feel like a real woman. Please.”

He grunted. He fucking grunted. “Shit okay, baby. I’ll do it. I’ll make you feel so desirable and so so good.”

And just like that he slammed his lips against yours. Quickly moving them. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, urging you to open your mouth. But you backed away. Never having kissed anyone like this, it was hard for you to keep up. “I don’t-“

“It’s okay, let me take the lead. Do what I do. I am not judging you. You’re doing so good. Were so brave begging me to fuck you, hm? Let me do it then, I’ll be careful. You’re okay?” You nodded. “No, talk to me, baby. I wanna hear you.”

“I- Yes. Yes, I’m okay. Please kiss me again.”

Daichi chuckled. “Such a good girl, fuck.”

And then he kissed you again. And again. And again. Until all you could think about was him and his hands that lifted you up and put you on the table right next to your glass of water.

His tongue forced its way in your mouth and circled yours. Your breath hitched when his hands opened all the buttons of your blouse and squeezed your breast. From there they wandered to the back and opened your bra as well.

“This okay?” He whispered, his breath fanning over your lips. You whimpered again. “Yes, please.” He moved back. First removing your blouse and then, very sensually, your bra. “You keep begging me, but you’re not telling me what you want me to do.”

He talked to you but he didn’t look you in the eyes. Instead he shamelessly stared at your breasts. It made you feel tingly and your thighs subconsciously pressed together. Resisting the urge to cover yourself and look away you said. “I want you to touch me. Please.”

One of his hands cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your lips. The other one traced your body occasionally pinching one of your nipples while now staring you in the eyes. You tried to bite your lip to not make a sound, but you couldn’t because of his thumb so instead you whined.

“I am touching you, aren’t I? You need to be more specific, sweetheart. Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Everywhere.”

“Everywhere? Like- here?” His hand moved up to your collarbone. “Or here?” He brushed over your shoulder, over your arm, past your elbow and took your hand. “Or maybe” he removed his second hand from your mouth and took your free hand with it, harshly pressing both your hands on the surface of the table with his. “you want me to touch you with my mouth?”

He lowered himself a little bit, never breaking eye contact and then kissed right between your breasts. “You want that, sweetheart?”

You squirmed under his gaze. You would really like to grab his hair and just yank him where you needed him most. “Yes! Yes please, Daichi, you’re being mean!”

“You have no idea how mean I can actually be, princess.” And then he finally took one of your buds in his mouth. Sucking and biting at it ever so gently.

“Ohh God” you let your head fall back and closed your eyes, biting your lip and pushing your chest up in his face. “please, please, please. More. I need more.”

“God’s not here, baby. Just me. I am the one making you feel like this. You feel good?” He licked over your bud one last time and then switches sides. Doing what he did before.

You shuddered. “Yes. Yes I- I feel good. You’re making me feel so- good, Daichi. Please. I need more of y- you.” Your breath quickened, your thighs presses together and your head started to feel dizzy.

“You’re so good, Y/N. Pleading and begging me so nicely. You’re all desperate just from a little nipple play. You’re perfect.”

The way he said your name made you feel so much. Horny. Desired. Happy. Just everything.

And then suddenly it all stopped. He let go of your hands and of your breast and just looked at you. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

His constant praise made you blush. “Thank you.”

“Such a good girl. Come on.” He took your hands again, this time more carefully, leading you of the table. “I’m not taking your virginity here. Let’s move this to my bed, hm?”

On the way to his bedroom, Daichi got rid of his shirt and jeans, leaving you too stunned to say anything. Everything about him was hot. You didn’t know where to look. And so far you only saw his backside.

When you wanted to do the same and get rid of your skirt, he somehow noticed and, without turning around, stopped you. “Don’t. I’ll be doing that myself.” Shit.

Finally in his room Daichi stopped before his bed and turned around. His chest was even better than his back. So pretty and muscular. But you didn’t dare to look further than that.

“Come here.” He said, so you did. Stepping closer to him only in your skirt and panties underneath. Chest open and bare, but he not once stopped looking right in your eyes. Not even when he started to slowly get on his knees.

That’s when it hit you. Suddenly you took a big step backwards. Away from him. Feeling embarrassed. Without saying anything Daichi came back up. He was obviously confused, but not really surprised. Probably only wondering what exactly made you reconsider. So he asked.

“What is it, sweetheart? You have to tell me otherwise I can’t help you.”

“I am not- I didn’t- shave. I never had a reason to do it so far. I sometimes trim in the summer but I- it’s been a while. I’m sorry. I don’t-“ you started rambling in a panic. And even though Daichi found it cute, he didn’t want you to panic. So he interrupted you.

“You think I care? Because I don’t. If you feel ashamed about it and want to stop than that’s okay and valid. But don’t think you have to because of me. I want to eat you out either way. If you let me.”

Your entire face heated up and you looked away. He was so straightforward about this stuff. “Okay.”

“Okay, what? Look at me when you say it, sweetheart. And be more specific.” So you did.

“Okay, we can keep going. I want to continue. Please.”

“Such a good and polite girl. You wanna keep going? You gonna let me eat that pussy, baby? You want that? Hm?”

“Yes. Please.”

Without saying another word he again got on his knees carefully peeling your skirt off. Leaving you in your bright blue panties. He chuckled. They almost looked like boxer shorts. “They’re more comfortable…” you muttered.

“Don’t apologise. I think it’s cute.”

He grabbed your thighs and slowly spread them apart, kissing their insides, sucking and leaving marks. And then finally, you moaned. Not whined. Not whimpered. Moaned.

“Fuck. You sound so good baby. You like it when I kiss you here? Down where no one can see? Mark you up just for you and me to know. Hm?”

One of your hands buried itself in his messy hair, the other found its place on his shoulder, squeezing. You didn’t dare look at him, so you closed your eyes, sighed and nodded. Subconsciously pressing your lower body in his face.

He let this one slide. You were clearly overwhelmed. So he just hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down to your feet. You cringed at the feeling of how sticky they were from your wetness.

Daichi cursed. “Fuck.” The carpet most definitely matched the drape and you weren’t lying, you didn’t shave or trim in some time, but he’d seen more bush before. He liked how your little clit still peaked through. God, he wanted to lick it so bad. But first he had to get you to bed.

Without a warning he lifted you up and practically threw you onto his bed. Crawling on top of you. And even though you tried not to stare and be polite, you still got a good look of his body when he did so. How was that supposed to fit inside of you?! And you so far only saw its outline.

Daichi kissed his way down your body. This time paying a lot less attention to your breasts and quickly getting where he wanted to be.

He spread your legs as wide as he can, finally getting a good look at your glistening cunt which was equally spread. “So fucking pretty. Shit.”

Then he flattened out his tongue and took a long swipe from your asshole to your clit. “Oh fuuuck! Daichi!” Your hand again found its way to his hair. Grabbing it, slightly tucking. The other one landed on your own head, covering your eyes.

You would’ve never imagined it to be so good.

And Daichi really had no mercy. Licking. Sucking. Even biting. His tongue switched up between circling your clit and fucking your hole.

Your moans and choked sounds were like music to his ears. They were addictive and he needed more. So he went harder, faster. More reckless. Your body squirmed, back arched and legs shaking. You needed more too. He could tell.

“Gonna fuck you with my fingers, yes, princess?”

“Yes! Ahh. Anything you want. Just do it. Please.”

At first his fingertips just brushed your hole. Teasing you and gathering your juice, spreading it all over your cunt. Everything was so messy.

Then he finally put one inside. Tauntingly slow. It was easy and painless, giving how wet you were at this point.

“Move!” You rolled your hips trying to get some friction. It felt as if you had lost all control over your body.

“Are you leading now? Are you giving me orders? That’s how it is now?” He teased, slowly starting to remove his finger.

“No! No, no, no. Please, I‘m sorry. I‘m sorry!“ you tried to follow his finger with your hips but Daichi stopped you with his free hand. “Behave, princess. Only then I‘ll give you what you want.“

Your hips automatically came to a halt. “‘M sorry.“

“It‘s okay, I know your just desperate.“ he finally got back to work, putting his finger in all the way, slowly moving it in and out and his tongue found your clit once again. You moaned and threw your head back, pressing it into the pillow beneath you. He felt you harshly tuck at his hair, trying to yank his head closer which made him moan as well.

The vibrations of his moaning went through your entire body and you looked down at him, meeting his stare. The intensity of it it and the way it didn‘t falter made you whimper. That‘s when you saw it. He was grinding his hips against the mattress. “Daichi-“

His head lifted and you could see your wetness being spread all around his mouth. Your face heated up and you looked away. Daichi chuckled at that and wiped his face with his free hand. “What is it? What do you need, baby?“

“Need you- need you to fuck me.“ Your breath hitched when his finger stopped. “You‘re not ready yet, sweetheart. Need to prep you more.“

“No. I can take it, I promise. Please, I need you.“ You pulled him up so he was face to face with you and placed both your hands on his cheeks. “Please? I promise, I‘ll tell you if I feel any discomfort.“

He sighed and nodded. He just couldn’t deny you. That‘s when your hands went down to his underwear and started to remove it. “You gotta tell me or I‘ll punish you, you hear me?“

Your hands came to a halt and your breath hitched, but you nodded. “Good girl.“

Without looking down you took him in your hand. It felt weird. Heavy and big, with a slight curve and a big vein on the side. You wondered how it would feel inside you without a barrier but you wouldn’t dare risk that. Daichi neither. He groaned at the feeling of you subconsciously stroking him. “There‘re condoms in the upper drawer. Take one of them.“ So you opened the drawer and mindlessly took the first on out you could get a hold of.

You wanted to give it to him but he stopped you. “That one has taste, princess. We don‘t need that today.“

You gulped. You wanted to. But you were to shy and horny to voice your needs. So you just put it back and took a different one, this time taking a look in the drawer, so you wouldn‘t make the same mistake again and gave it to him. “Very good. You‘re being so good for me.“

All this praise made you feel sp light headed and proud. Growing up you‘d never received much of it since your mother was so strict with you. “Thank you.“

He smiled and stroked your cheek and hair before putting on the condom. You watched him, blushing at the immense size. “This will be a little painful at first because you didn‘t let me prep you properly. I‘ll go slow and careful but I need you to tell me if it‘s too much, do you understand?“

“Yes. I understand.“

“Good girl. Are you comfortable?“ You nodded but quickly muttered a quiet yes when you saw his disapproving face. He took your hands in his and pressed them onto the mattress, kissing you.

You soon melted and relaxed in the kiss which was much slower and more sensual than the one on the table. Not breaking the kiss Daichi lined himself up at your entrance and started to gently force his way inside you. You winced, accidentally biting his lip which only made him moan.

He was right, it was painful. But it wasn‘t unpleasant, just weird. He urged himself further and you started to feel really full, but when you broke the kiss and looked down, you realised that he was only half wat inside you. “Oh.“

“Want me to stop? I will.“ he said through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. It was clear to you how much he had to hold back. “No, it’s okay. Please keep going“

He nodded and moaned when he continued. “You‘re so fucking tight, shit.“ The way you made him feel good, made you feel so good as well and despite the pain you moaned along with him. You wanted him to feel good.

He stopped once he was all inside you. His head fell on your shoulder and he breathed heavily. “You good, baby?“

You brushed through his hair. He was probably like this because you couldn’t stop gushing and clenching around him. “I‘m good just- give me a second please.“ you whined. “Of course. Take all the time you need.“

It took you a good while to adjust but Daichi waited patiently. To distract himself he started kissing you everywhere. On your lips, your ear, your forehead and then your neck where he even star to bite und suck, probably leaving marks you had to cover in the morning.

To distract you, his hand wandered south and circled your clit, trying to relax you. It worked. You whimpered and whined and quickly after you began to unclench and roll your hips against his hand, grinding on his dick and moaning. “You can move now.”

Daichi lifted his head and looked at you in awe. Your eyes were closed, but no squeezed shut, your mouth was just slightly opened and your nose scrunched, he doubted you even realized.

You were so breathtakingly beautiful and you were lying in his bed, naked and needy. And you were giving yourself to him, a complete stranger and he felt so lucky.

His train of thoughts were interrupted by an impatient groan and your hips rolling against him. He gasped. Today was not the day to keep such a beauty waiting for her pleasure, so he gently grabbed your hips and started to pull out and repeatedly thrust into your wet walls.

First really slow and gentle. Until your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him closer. His Name left your lips like a chant, begging him to go faster. Harder.

“Daichi- please. Need it. Hngg- more more more.”

So he did. His hips started to rhythmically snap forward, trying to find that special spot and when he did, your loud moan was like music to his ears. He sped up his pace, keeping the hard force behind every thrust.

To keep you in place his hands started to grip you harder and he was sure there would be marks in the morning. But none of this seemed to bother you. Quite the opposite. You seemed to like it a little harder. Noted.

Your back arched from his bed and your hands gripped the mattress so hard, your knuckles lost color. All the while letting out the most desperate little moans.

They weren’t too loud or pornographic and he wanted to drown in you. You were so perfect and real. Not holding back but also not forcing anything to boost his ego. You were just enjoying yourself.

His head lowered again and he one of your sensitive nipple in his mouth again. This time a little harder. Harshly sucking and biting until you fisted his hair with your hands and tears rolled down your cheeks.

Only then did he remove himself and lick one last time so soothe the pain, just to switch sides and repeat his actions. You threw your head from one side to the other from time to time, tucking and pushing his. Your eyes screwed shut once again.

But he never faltered and when he could suddenly feel your legs start to shake and tighten around his hips, he knew you were about to finish. His lips removed themselves from your breast and instead he kissed you. Rough and harsh. Biting your lips and forcing his tongue down your throat.

His sudden aggressiveness startled but didn’t scare you. But you were also so overwhelmed with everything and when his hand wandered from your hip to your clit and rubbed it hard and fast with his fingers, you completely lost it.

Your mouth opened up, which left Daichi heavily breathing in your mouth, formed to a silent scream and all that came out of you were pathetic fast breaths.

Your glossy eyes were blown wide and looked at him with so much emotion, he almost came on the spot. But when they teared up even more and rolled back and you started to buck up into him because of the overstimulation, he bit on your lip and decided to hold back.

Instead he fucked you through it. His hips and fingers keeping a steady pace until you whimpered and tried to push him away.

“No more. No more.” You desperately pleaded.

So he pulled out, removed the condom and took matters into his own hand. Literally.

You curiously watched him jerk his hand and blushed. Was it weird that you wanted to do it for him? Touch him like he touched you and return the favor?

But instead of doin that you just opted with letting your hands wander on his back and to his biceps. Kissing his cheek and gathering your confidence to bite his ear and suck a mark below it. All the while pinching one of his nipples with shaky fingers.

Daichi moaned and went even faster. “Shit, baby. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Then he kissed your cheek and spilled his seed all over your stomach. Which oddly enough turned you on even more and made you whine.

You stayed like this for a minute or two and just looked each other in the eyes, breathing heavily. Until Daichi rolled of you two the side and you were both left staring at the ceiling.

He was the first to turn on his side, staring at you worried. With his clean hand he brushed your hair out of your face and made you look at him as well. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You blinked a few times, furrowing your brows. “I don’t know. I enjoyed it really much. I just feel- weird? Is that offensive to you?”

“Not at all. Come here.” He pulled you in, kissing your temple and holding you tight to his chest. None of you cared about his sticky hand or your dirty stomach.

His clean hand comped through your hair and he whispered sweet nothings right into your ear. Praising and complimenting you.

Later the two of you got out of bed, or more Daichi dragged your complaining figure and threw it over his shoulder. “You need to pee, Y/N. I mean it. And then we’ll have to shower or take a bath.”

You just groaned. Luckily he couldn’t see the embarrassment on your face from having your ass almost entirely in his face. “I don’t even feel the need to pee!”

“Then you will drink water and force yourself to do it still. Don’t make me punish you, baby. You’re not ready for that.”

His continues hints on being rougher and more dominant with you, made you blush and even horny, so that you had to resist the need to kick your feet and giggle like a schoolgirl.

You didn’t even notice how you clenched your thighs together, which made only made Daichi smirk. He would definitely go harder on you next time. Besides, he promised you to make you cum as many times as your body could handle and he was not one to break a promise.

PLEASE this was so much fun to write!! I hope you had just as much fun reading it! Let me know what you think since this is my first time publishing anything I’ve written and if you would like me to turn this into a series, let me know please!! I am seriously considering doing it.

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insomniadreamzz · 6 months ago

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I am sorry

Jinx x Fem!Reader angst

Jinx accidentally shooting Reader

All you could hear was a loud bang before feeling that stinging pain in your left shoulder, yelping as your right hand immediately hold your shoulder, gritting your teeth together at the pain.

Jinx once again lost control of herself, fighting against enforcers, seeing her sister become one of them, it was all too much for her and she kept shooting around herself like crazy only stopping as she heard your yelp, eyes widen as she saw you on the floor being hurt. Everyone else died or they made their way out of here before they could get killed by her gun. She just noticed only you and her being left as she came back to reality again, rushing over to you.

„Oh no! Who shot you?“ Of course she didn’t realise it was her who shot you, her gaze wandering to the wound on your shoulder, seeing blood dripping between your fingers. „J-Jinx…it’s okay I know you didn’t do it on purpose..“ You mentioned as you laid weakly in her arms as she cradled you closer to her. „N-No…no it…can’t be. I am so sorry!“ Jinx was about to panic again but that won’t help both of you. She cupped both of your cheeks, tears running down her own cheeks. „Please don’t die! Please don’t you leave me as well…p-please I need you! I am so sorry!“ The pain in her voice was audible, your heart aching with hearing her being so heartbroken but forming words were so hard for you at this moment, feeling dizzy from the blood loss.

„I am not gonna lose you as well…“ Jinx said, picking you up into her arms as she brought you to Singed. All of this is reminding her of when Silco saved her. She knew it won’t be that bad like when she needed Silco’s help, the difference was you weren’t dead but you passed out in her arms. If she would wait more, you might die but thanks to the shimmer in her veins, Jinx was fast.

„Singed! Please! Please help me.“ Jinx begged, a totally new sight to the man, she usually wasn’t this desperate for help so he already knew something bad happened, his gaze moving to your passed out body in her arms, the blood painting your bodies which was dripping out of your wound but you were still breathing. One good sign.

„Alright I won’t ask. Put her on my table, I will see what I can do.“ He mentioned and Jinx did as he said, letting him do his job as she had to force herself to trust him.

A little time passed, Singed walked over to Jinx who was waiting for you just in another room, not wanting to see what he was doing to you so she won’t fuck up things anymore, his footsteps getting her back to reality. „She is fine. You’re lucky the bullet didn’t hit her heart. I think she will just need time to rest, the bullet is out and her wound wrapped.“ He explained, Jinx couldn’t help but cry, nails digging into her own thighs. „Fuck!…it’s all my fault she ended up hurt like this. Again I am the one who fucks up and loses important people to me!“ She yelled before rushing towards you, you were laying down, your breathing calm and you looked peaceful but Jinx’s heart was broken.

She mumbled something to the voices in her head, having an argument with them while she stayed close by your side, her hand holding yours. A little groan escaped your lips as you slowly came back to reality again, opening your eyes to see Jinx being a total mess beside you, eyes red from crying, her makeup all smudged.

„You’re alive…“ She muttered before hugging you tightly as she broke down on you. „I am so sorry!“ Jinx apologized again, you knew she truly was, gently caressing her back to try to comfort her. „Hey…it’s okay.“ You said, still a little weak, making her look up at you, seeing her cry made you feel so sad. „Jinx…it really-…“ You started but she cut you off. „No! It’s not okay. I almost killed you. Everyone near me dies! I don’t want you to die…you deserve someone better than me…I am just a ticking bomb, if you keep staying with me…I am scared you will die.“ Her whole body was shaking, you couldn’t believe what she just said. You knew a life with her is dangerous but you also didn’t want to live without her. But before you could say anything, Jinx ran away, leaving you there, making your own eyes tear up. This can’t be the end.

A few days later you recovered and Singed gave you permission to leave. Your shoulder was still stinging but that didn’t stop you from going back to Jinx’s hideout. You hoped she was there, hoping she didn’t do anything to herself, knowing her mental health was fucked.

When you arrived there, you saw a mess all around the place, she really must have freaked out the past days. You cursed under your breath, worrying even more now about her health and then you found her. She passed out on her halfway destroyed couch, her knuckles red, bleeding a little, showing you she might have punched something so hard to hurt herself. You frowned as you carefully sat down beside her, a hand slowly approaching her as you wanted to caress her and showing her you are here. „Hey…wake up I am here…“ You whisper and she woke up with a little groan, eyes widening when she saw you. „What are you doing here?? Are you real or am I seeing things again???“

You shook your head, cupping her with tears stained cheeks gently. „It is me. You think I would let you go? I must be stupid to let you go. You are everything to me. Accidents happen, I am not mad at you, nor do I want to leave you. I love you too much for that.“ You explained, making her feel all emotional again as tears ran down her cheeks, her lip quivering „H-How can you still love me…I-I did this…“ Jinx said with a shaky voice, her shaky hand moving to gently touch the bandage that covered your wound.

„Because I do. Love is stronger than anything else you know? We can get through this together. I won’t ever give up on you Jinx.“ You managed to say without breaking out into tears but Jinx did as she just got closer and kissed you, making you kiss her back.

The kiss lasted for a while before you both pulled back to breathe, you wiping her tears from her cheeks with a warm smile and finally Jinx smiled as well. „I love you so much too…you’re my dream girl and I promise you to never hurt you again…“ She said before both of you ended up kissing each other passionately.

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b3ach-bunn7 · 6 days ago

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SUPER SHY pt 3

You’re in desperate need of a bassist, and the only person available in the rumoured arsonist at your school.

Highschool!au, no quirks, bassist touya

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You have about four hours until you need to be in front of of stage, singing to a crowd of teenagers your own age. And even worse, younger than you.

You’re alone, right now, hidden away in a park to try and gather your thoughts. You need a little time to de-stress. Contrary to everyone else in the band, you do still suffer from a tad bit of stage fright. Not only that, but you feel a little more pressure to do well. The gig is one you know is important, but more importantly, Touya is going to be standing beside you, hearing every note you belt, which is enough to make the uneasy feeling you’re used to become way more intense.

Your feelings for Touya have not gone away. You thought that maybe it was all the time you spent hanging together in your room, all that close proximity and his fingers flying across his bass that was making you feel the way you do about him.

But, even when you aren’t practicing together, they’re still there.

When he waves at you in school, sends you stupid Instagram reels at three in the morning, argues with his siblings when they burst into his room. It fills your heart with this feeling that you’ve never felt for a guy before, one that makes your skin heat and your pulse thready.

You try to ignore it. Nana is certain he likes you back, but you’re too scared to think about it too much. You don’t mean to pry, but Touya seems cagey when it comes to relationships and feelings. You really don’t think you can live down the mortification of confessing your feelings and being rejected. You’d rather let these feelings consume you than risk losing what the two of you have.

So, that, and the show you have in about five hours, is weighing pretty heavily on you.

The park you’re in is nice. Honestly, to call it a park is probably a stretch. There’s four swings and a slide, and a hopscotch outline faded from use on the floor. The grass you’re sitting on tickles your ankles, and you’d wish you’d worn something thinner, the sun beating down on your back.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pull it out. And speak of the devil.

May 28th, 2:37 pm

Touya: Whyxthe hell are you in a park

You: ???

You: my stalker 🩷

Touya: U r the one who added me on ur snap map

You: yes cause I WANT y to stalk me

Touya: So obsessed

Touya: Why r u in a park

You: to destress

Touya: Why r u stressed

You: Oh I wonder

He leaves you on read. You frown a little, but before you can get annoyed at him, your phone buzzes once more with a phone call. You press the phone to your ear, a smile already gracing your lips.

“Hey.” You speak, and his voice replies staticy.

“Why are you moping in that park?”

You frown. “I’m not moping.”

“You are. You should be getting all dolled up for tonight.”

You snort. You hand tugs up tufts of grass and throw them in the air. “I don’t need four hours to get ready.”

“Agreed. You’re gorgeous enough.” He drawls and you roll your eyes, grateful he can’t see the red flush on your cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Do you need a ride home?” He suddenly says.

“Touya-“

“I’m not far. I can pick you up. We can get food, or something.”

The offer is actually not a bad one. You are kind of hungry, and you’re not one to say no to spending time with him.

“Alright, fine. I’m at-“

“I’m outside.” He cuts you off.

“What?”

You scramble to your feet, squinting in the direction of the car park. And sure enough, Touya’s car is there. He always insists you drive, so the fact he’s just parked up in front of you like it’s nothing is enough to make a laugh slip past your lips.

“You actually are a stalker!” You start making your way towards him.

“I’m not a stalker.” You hear the click of his engine turning on. “I told you I was in the area.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You hang up as you reach his car, pulling the door open. He grins the second he sees you, one hand resting on the car door and the other holding a lollipop stick. You found out recently that Touya’s obsession with candy is apparently a way to try and curb his smoking addiction. You don’t think it’s working very well, considering his car always smells faintly of cigarettes.

“Hey.” You hop into the seat.

Touya nods in greeting. “You hungry? I’m hungry.”

“I’m always hungry. Especially when you’re paying.” You beam.

Touya scoffs. He grabs the back of your car seat so he can pull out the parking space he’s in. You try to act like it's not as attractive as it is.

“Who said I’m paying?”

As much as Touya doesn’t like driving, he always looks effortless behind the wheel, his open window letting in a cool draft that ruffles his hair. You tug out the wire from where it’s caught under your chair to plug your phone in, connecting to the aux. You tap through your Spotify aimlessly.

“I say. I’m nervous and spending money is going to make me feel even worse.” You sigh dramatically.

Touya’s brows furrow. “Why are you nervous?”

“I don’t know. I always get like this before a show.” You mumble.

The playlist you land on is one you’d made together. A blend that told you your music taste had an eighty percent match.

“It’s fine. You’re good, the band’s good. You ain’t got anything to worry about, doll.”

“I guess.”

You can feel him glance at you where you’re staring out the window a little aimlessly.

“Come on, you gotta be on your game,” Touya teases. “Who else is going to stop me from beating up Ren?”

You know he’s joking. Him and Ren have reached some sort of an understanding after your first rehearsal. You’re not sure if it's respect for each other or respect for you, but their petty comments and weird masculine arguing had stopped. They didn’t talk much, but if they did, it was civil enough. You recognise his comment for what it is, though. A cute way to try cheer you up.

“You’re right, you’re right.” You sigh heavily. “I think a nice meal paid for by my dear friend will make me feel better.”

Touya knows where to go. Your favourite food currently is the ramen spot near his place. He’d shown you it, actually, and you’d fallen in love ever since. It’s quiet and pretty secluded most of the time, just like it is when you both walk in today.

The lighting is always dim, paper lamps illuminating the shop with a soft red glow. It’s cluttered in a good way, the walls filled with paintings and pictures of Masako, the owner, and her family all hung over the place. You and Touya fit easily into your favourite booth, and you don’t need the menu to know what you’re going to order.

“God, I’m so hungry. And it smells so good in here.” Touya groans.

And it did. Like spices and warmth, and your mouth starts watering already. His knees knock against yours under the small table, his fingers drumming against it.

“Want me to order for us?”

“Yes, please.” You nod.

Touya tilts his head, cooing a little. “God, how could I say no to that beautiful face?”

“Shut up and go.” You snap, pushing his laughing figure away.

You prop your face on your hand so you can cover the smile that’s creeping on your face. You watch him shamelessly seeing as his back is turned to you as he orders. His hips lean on the counter as he pulls his sleeve up to his forearms, rattling off your orders.

It’s sort of weird to think about the fact that Touya wasn't even in your life two months ago. That he was just another faceless student in the hundreds of people at your school. And now, you can’t imagine your life without him. Touya turns, and your eyes lock. He catches you staring, and waves.

“You look love-sick, darling.”

Your grin widens, despite the embarrassment the words make you feel.

Masako insists she greets all her customers, but it was obvious the first time you saw her that she had a soft spot for Touya. Him and his family had been coming here since he was tiny, and despite his annoyance at her doting and the fact he always calls her an ‘old hag’, you know he loves her more than he can put into words.

She’d taken a liking to you almost instantly, insisting that you come back as soon as you’d sat down on the rickety chairs. She was funny and sharp, spoke every thought that came to her head, and you love her.

You don’t love the way she’s looking at you, though.

“Masako, I-“ She doesn’t even let you defend yourself.

“Come now, Y/N, I’m not stupid. I’ve been alive a long time, I know what that look means.” She pats your shoulder gently.

“That look means I’m hungry.”

“It’s bad to lie to your elders, you know.” She scolds you lightly.

“Leave her alone, you old hag.”

You’ve given up trying to tell Touya off for what he calls her. Masako doesn’t seem to mind, because she only smile brightly when Touya takes his seat in front of you.

“Touya! I hope you ordered enough, you’re getting so skinny.” She frowns, faffing about him.

He shrugs her off. “I’m fine.”

“Fine my ass. And it’s too hot for all the jumpers.” Masako pinches at the material of his hoodie. “I won’t have you dying of heatstroke in my shop.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Touya’s not doing very well in hiding how much he likes being doted on. He handles about five more minutes of her doing so before he starts to get antsy.

Masako takes the very obvious hint. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you lovebirds alone.”

Touya’s eyes dart to your face, and you stifle a laugh at the pretty shade of pink his cheeks turn. “Just- Just go!” He hisses.

Masako cackles, waving goodbye, and finally leaves you two alone.

“She’s so cute.” You smile.

Touya scoffs. “She’s always doing too much.”

You poke his arm. “Be nice.”

“I am nice. Nice enough.”

Touya fiddles with the drawstring of his hoodie. You watch as he wraps his fingers around and around, then lets it fall.

You sit up suddenly. “Oh, yeah. By the way, I don’t need a ride to the show anymore.”

“You don’t?”

You nod. “Nana wants to get ready together so we’re going to head there together.”

Touya is pouting. You laugh at the look on his face. “Are you moping?”

“Yes! You’re ditching me!” He’s almost shouting.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d mind that much.” It’s hard to apologise through your giggling, and even Touya can’t keep up his frown.

You reach forward and grab his hands. “Please, please forgive me.” You fill your voice with as much dramatic emotion as you can.

Touya’s glances at your hands in his and then back to you. He sighs, just as dramatic as you.

“I suppose it’s okay. As long as you and Nana look real sexy when you come back.”

You snort. “You freak.”

The food arrives shortly after, and the table falls into silence as you two start eating. The restaurant isn’t that full but there’s still the quiet hum of chatter, and your body feels warm as the food sits in your stomach.

Touya takes you home after that. He makes sure to sigh heavily anytime you mention Nana, and the ‘fact he’s coming alone’, and you’ve taken to just ignoring him. The ride home is fast, and Touya parks roughly in your driveway. Just before you can walk out, though, he grabs your wrist. You look back, confused, and he’s looking at you intently.

“You feeling better?” He asks.

You heart clenches again, much like it always does whenever Touya does sweet things like this.

“Yeah. Thanks for getting me food.”

And you both just stay still for a moment. You, with the car door in your hand, some takeout for you mom in the other, and him behind the wheel. And you both just look at each other, the air filling with a tension you try to ignore whenever you’re too close to him.

But the moment is broken as he nods. “No problem, doll. You’re paying next time.”

Your answer to that statement is a wave and his car door clicking shut, hoping the little flicker of disappointment is not visible on your face.

——-

“Y/N, does this shirt make my boobs look good?”

You turn around from where you’re sitting at your makeup desk. “They always look good. But yes.”

“Perfect.”

Nana always looks incredible at these shows. You and her always get to match in some way, whether it be the colours or the aesthetic of the outfits you have on. Tonight, she’s wearing a stripped top, cut at her shoulders, and low enough for the top of her lacy black bra to peek out. She's wearing frayed jeans that hug her legs in all the right places, and she looks amazing. She’d also picked out your outfit. A red top, cut just below your stomach, a tangle of lace and flowery patterns tight against your skin. You’re also wearing a long maxi skirt, the same colour as Nana’s jeans, with stars sewn into the material.

This is one of your favourite parts before a show. You and Nana, music playing softly form your CD player. She does your eyeliner because you can never get the wing right, and you do her eyeshadow because she thinks your eye for picking the colours is better than her own. It’s fun. It feels girly and soft and the kind of teenager stuff you’d always dreamed about doing when you were a kid.

“So,” Nana fiddles with the clasp of her necklace. “You finally gonna kiss Touya tonight?”

“Nana!”

She holds up her hands. “Sorry! Someone had to ask. We’re all tired of you two eye-fucking during rehersals.”

“I- We are not eye-fucking.” You splutter. “We’re friends.”

“Friends, lovers. What’s the difference?” Nana starts packing up her purse.

You pause where you’re adding the last touches to your makeup. The fact that it was this obvious to everyone else makes a little glimmer of hope flare in your chest.

“Is it that obvious?” You ask.

“Uhm, duh.”

You groan a little. “He’s just- I don’t know. I think I’m obvious. Towards him, I mean.”

Nana hums. “I think he’s just a shy guy.”

“You do?”

She nods. She sits down on your bed. “I mean, I don’t ever remember him having a girlfriend or anything during school. But that being said I never kept tabs on him.”

She doesn’t need to worry about that. You have done ample searching, scouring his social media and tagged posts on Instagram, and found nothing more than his arm around a few girl friends. At least girls you think are friends. And really hope are friends. But nothing that looked anything more than friendly.

“Regardless, I think he likes you back. And if he doesnt, then there is plenty of attractive people that’ll be there tonight for you to sink your teeth into.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

Shes right. Touya Todoroki is not the only man out there. No matter how much it feels like it’s the complete opposite.

“So emotive with your language, Nana.” You drawl.

“I try.”

——

The first thing you notice, much like everytime you walk into a venue, is how loud it is.

Loud, and hot, the room flowing with people your age and older, all set with the colourful lights and someone’s Spotify playlist playing in the background. You love it, though. It all just makes your skin crawl with excitement, the promise of the stage and performance that much closer.

You and Nana make your way to the front, hands intertwined as you manoeuvre through the people. It’s only half six, and so it’s still nowhere as busy as it will be, but that doesn’t stop people from crowding in every corner possible. Despite the fact it’s all local bands playing tonight, tickets have sold well, and you’re excited to perform for all of them.

“Hey, who’s that girl waving at us?” Nana nudges your shoulder and you follow her line of sight.

It’s Toga. And she’s not just waving, but jumping up and down in excitement, her grin almost big enough to split her face in half. Besides her is Shigaraki, Twice, and Spinner.

“Oh, those are Touya’s friends!” You exclaim.

Nana hooks her arm around yours. “Who’s that one with the long hair? He’s cute.”

“That’s Shigaraki. Ren will kill you if you even look at him.” You sing, but you words fall on deaf ears, her eyes trained on him.

“Well, I’m looking right now.”

You walk over, and immediately tackle Toga in a hug.

“Oh, you look so cute! And your friend does as well!” She beams, waving at Nana over you shoulder.

“You look great, too! Thanks for coming guys.”

You had only hung out with Touya’s friends very few times, but you liked them. They were funny, and always up to stuff you were probably better off not getting involved in, but still. They were good people. To you, at.

Nana pinches your side, and you wince. “Oh, yes. This is Nana, guys. She’s in the band as well.”

She waves at them all, but her gaze is zeroed in on Shigaraki. Who, you think, is definitely not used to all the attention, because his pale skin darken enough for you to notice it in the dim room.

“Hey. You here to watch me perform?” She jokes, and his Adam Apple bobs as he swallows.

“Here for Touya. And- I guess. You, too.”

Twice shakes spinners shoulder excitedly. “Shiggy’s getting laid tonight.” He whispers very loudly, and Shigaraki punches his shoulder.

“So, you guys excited for the show?” You tease, and they all nod.

“Very. I didn’t even know Touya played bass.” Spinner says, and you laugh.

“I scouted him out. He’s really good.”

Twice chuckles. “He better be. These tickets weren’t cheap.”

Toga rolls her eyes. “They were five dollars, you cheapskate.”

“Five dollars is a lot!”

“Hey, Toga,” you ask, “Have you seen Touya?”

Toga taps her chin. “I think he said he wanted a drink. So he’s probably at the bar!”

“Thank you, angel. Will you be okay on your own, Nana?”

“Yeah, of course!” She’s already sliding closer to her latest victim.

God bless Shigaraki.

You wave your goodbyes, promising you’ll see them all later, and head over to the bar. Your eyes search the crowd for that mop of white hair you’ve become so accustomed with. Instead, you find a blond one.

“Oh my god, Keigo!” You squeal, giving him no warning before you tackle him in a hug from behind.

Your relationship with Keigo is one that had happened completely by chance. You’d been paired together for a stupid project, and found out that you two got along really well. You lived in two completely different social circles, and so you didn’t hang out much during school, but you always tried to make sure you met up every few weeks outside of it.

You have no idea why he’s here, though. This sort of music is not really his thing.

“The fuck?” You relish in the confusion on his voice.

He turns around, and he gasps at the sight of you, finally hugging you back.

“Aw, hey, babe! I was looking for you.”

Keigo always smells like cologne way too expensive for an eighteen year old.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, hands on his shoulders as you both pull back.

“I came to see you.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Lie. I’ve asked you a million times and you always call these gigs too emo.”

Keigo laughs loudly. “That’s because they are. But tonight is a special circumstance.”

“It is?”

He nods, blonde curls bouncing around his head. “I’m here to see my favourite lady, and also-“

“Touya!” You cry.

Touya looks confused, his eyes darting between the two of you, flitting to your arms around Keigo. But you’re not focusing on that, because Touya looks too food for you to focus on anyone else.

He’s wearing a t-shirt, this one with a skull pattern on the front, and a plaid button up with the sleeves rolled up. His hair is styled, sticking up in perfect coils, and his arms are adorned with bracelets. You have to physically will yourself to look back up to his face, and you let go of Keigo to throw your arms around him.

“Hey! You look good.” You almost yell in his ear, and he lifts his arm to keep the drinks from spilling.

“Thanks. You look good, too.” He smiles but his voice sounds a little off. He nods at Keigo, who’s watching this all with a smirk on his face.

“You know birdbrain over there?”

Keigo rolls his eyes, grabbing his drink from Touya. “Yes, she knows me. Jealous?”

“Fuck off.” Touya grunts.

“We’re friends. Met in English class.” You explain.

Keigo wraps his arms around your shoulder, teeth glistening as he grins widely. “Isn’t that cute?”

You brows furrow, a little confused at his sudden touchiness. You shrug him off. “Get off me, weirdo.”

He pouts. “Fine, fine. Shouldn’t you two be rehearsing, or something?”

You nod. “Yeah, I was just looking for Touya. We need to head backstage. Last minute preparations, and all that.”

Touya’s face softens as it meets yours, and he nods. “Okay.”

He points at Keigo. “You can hang out with crusty and the others.”

“Yes, sir.”

You hook your arm through Touya’s, waving goodbye to Keigo. Your fingers tap against his bracelets. “I like these.”

“Stole them off Natsou.”

“Aw!” You coo. “I wish they could’ve come out tonight.”

Touya snorts, taking a sip of his drink. “As if. He’d get way too excited if he was here.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll make Keigo take some videos for us and you can send it to them.” You muse.

Touya shifts a little. You feel the muscles in his arm flex. “You and Keigo close?”

You hum under your breath. “Yeah. He’s a good friend.”

Touya only nods. There’s a look on his face you can’t quite decipher, like he’s decided on something he’s been thinking about for a long time. You want to ask what it is, but you don’t think you have the stomach for any serious conversations right now.

The crowd gets thinner the closer you get to the back of the room. You enter the door meant for the performers, and lead Touya to the dressing room. Well, it’s not a dressing room. It’s a shitty little storage room with a couch, a vanity and horrible lighting. But it feels like a dressing room, and only works to make your excitement soar.

Ren and Aizawa are playing a game of snap on the floor, cross-legged, with half empty beer bottles beside them. Ren is losing horrible, evident by Aizawa’s growing deck and Ren’s growing scowl. They glance up as you swing the door open.

“Hey, guys.”

“Hi. You look nice.” Aizawa nods and you thank him.

Ren is still scowling, but he lightens up at little at the sight of you two. “Hey. I’m getting fucked right now.”

Your nose scrunches. “Ew. Language.”

“Sorry, mom.”

You dump your purse on one of the side tables. Touya nudges his cup at you.

“You want some?”

You eye it suspiciously. “Are you drinking?”

“No.”

A beat. “Okay, yes, but-“

“Touya! We could get in trouble.” You hiss.

“I have a fake ID, it’s fine.” He shrugs you off, but his words only stress you out more

“There’s nothing fine about a fake ID!” You exclaim.

“Chill, woman. You know it’s legal to drink when you’re eighteen in the UK?”

“We are not in the UK!”

Your mini argument is interrupted by Nana walking in, a hand on her heart. She points at Touya.

“Touya, you have some very fine friends.”

Touya tilts his head a little. “You must be confused with someone else.”

She shakes her head, reaching in her purse for her lipgloss. “I am not confused, I’m in love.”

You wonder how long this obsession will last. Nana isn’t one to keep a guy in her life for longer than a few days, always insistent that her teenage years are for experimenting, and nothing long term.

“Sure, sure.” You nod.

You pull out your phone, checking your makeup. Everything looks fine, except for the fact the eyeliner on your waterline has faded. You grab it from your purse, having already known that this would happen. It's not very good quality but it’s a cheap one you’d stolen off of Nana, so you can’t really complain.

Your tongue sticks out of your mouth as you pull your eyelid down, careful not to smudge anything as you carefully paint it on your eyes. You can feel someone staring at you, and when you finish one side you notice that it’s Touya.

“Hi.” You say.

“Hey.”

You bite back a smile. “Can I help you?”

Touya hums, watching you carefully. “Can you do me some?”

“Yeah. Sure.” You mumble.

Ren and Aizawa are still playing on the floor, now arguing because apparently Aizawa is cheating. Nana is reading over the notes for the show one last time, and you are trying to not freak out at being this close to Touya’s face.

He’s too tall, and so he’s sitting down while you stand between his legs. One hand ghosts over his cheek, the other gripping the pencil tightly to steady yourself. Touya looks even prettier this close. Long lashes and the faintest ghosting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. You can make out the exact shade of his eyes, the mosaic of blues so vivid they look fake.

Touya has the same eye colour as his dad, he’d told you once, his voice sharp as he explained how much he hated them. They were a reminder, he said, of his father and all the awful things he’d done. You told him they only ever reminded you of him, and he’d looked at you with so much emotion on his face you nearly looked away.

“Don’t move too much.” You hope your tone sounds light and he can’t hear how nervous you are to be so close to him.

His breath tickles your wrist. “Don’t poke my eyes out.”

You giggle. “Stop talking.”

“Stop laughing.”

“Stop being funny.” You retort.

He tuts. “Stop talking or you’re gonna poke my eye out.”

You huff, but you’re not irritated in the slightest. The black eyeliner highlights his already vibrant eyes, the slant of his gaze. He looks good. And he does kind of look like an emo. You tell him as much and his eyebrows furrow.

“Shut up.” His voice is softer than usual.

Your hands are hovering awkwardly over his face. You bit at your lip, contemplating how awkward it would be if you just grabbed him.

“What are you doing?”

You blink. “What?”

His lips curl up. “You look so confused.”

Your hands twitch a little. “Can- Can I like…” you make a motion with your hands you hope he can decipher.

“You can touch me anywhere you want.”

Your lips part to speak, but no words come out. And he has this stupid smirk on his face, fingers toying with the loose thread on your skirt.

“You- Just, stop moving.” You mumble, ignoring the burning in your face.

He does, thank god, because his hand has moved to hold your waist just slightly, and you’re not sure if you could take anymore flirty comments with the added contact.

You step back to admire your work, tapping the pencil against your lip.

“Perfect. You really do look emo.” You sigh.

“Fuck off.”

Ren slams the cards down on the floor. “Okay! Now that those two lovebirds are finished fondling, we need to get on stage.” He says.

You shoot him a look, but quickly start making your way out.

This is when the nerves come back. They coil in your stomach, as the five of you walk down a corridor in the back to reach the stage. You're in the back of the line, wringing your hands in front of you.

“Calm down.” Touya whispers to you. He’s standing beside you as you all walk down.

You shoot him a look. “I’m trying.”

“Try harder.” He jokes, but it lands on deaf ears.

Touya reaches up and unclasps your hands from one another. He hooks his pinkie in yours, lets them swing between you.

“Calm.” He says.

You sigh. “Yeah, yeah.”

The crowd has gotten larger since you and Touya had weaselled your way through it. You recognise people from school, some of Ren’s friends. It’s hard to make out faces with the bright lights shining down on you guys, and you smile, walking up to the mic.

They clap, and cheer, and you smile wider.

“Hello, everybody! How are we doing tonight?” You yell, greeted by cheers from the crowd.

“Thank you so much for coming out to see us, and thank you to the Apollo for having us.” Ren says besides you.

Touya looks effortless on stage, bass strung around his neck. He’s not watching the crowd, despite the girls you can see near the front all ogling him. No, his eyes are trained on you.

“We are Meat Cute with an a,” you say, “And this is our first song, Back to me by the Marias.”

The opening lines of the song fill you with an adrenaline rush you don’t think you could find anywhere else. Your voice, prepped after embarrassing vocal warm ups with Nana, spills effortlessly through the mic. Much like every time you perform, any nerves you have melt away the second the music starts, and the others play around you.

The show goes amazing. It’s been too long since you guys had a proper gig, and it's evident on all your faces how much fun you’re all having. Your cheeks ache from how hard you’ve been smiling. The crowd seems to be eating it up, too. Toga screams especially loud, and when you wave during your third song at her she pretends to pass out on a less than amused Shigaraki.

By the time you’ve reached your last song, there’s sweat running down your neck and your hair is a mess from how hard you’ve been shaking your head about but you feel alive.

“God, what a great crowd!” You beam. “You guys have been great! And I hate to say this is our last song, but it is.” You pout, struggling to keep a straight face at the animated boo’s coming from the crowd.

“Come on!” Ren yells. “These people are here to listen to music, not your speeches!” He pairs his words with a clash of his drums and you roll your eyes playfully.

“Fine, fine. We’ll finish off tonight with Cologne.”

This song is your favourite to play, mainly because you think of Touya the entire time you’re signing it. Which isn’t good. Because the song is definitely not appropriate, and so, when you sing certain lyrics with your eyes sliding over to him, you can only imagine the sort of message you’re sending to the audience. Lines about kissing, and touching, and how someone’s in your head. It makes your skin feel hot, especially under the heady gaze that he sends back to you. You can already hear Nana teasing you two about eye-fucking, but you couldn’t care any less.

Because, like always, Touya looks good. Even better than normal, if you’re being honest. The erratic movement of his hands flying across the bass, the chain he has on jumping against his chest every time he moves. He fits perfectly on the stage, and you think he should be a permanent addition if it means you can ogle him like this all you want.

It ends sooner than you wish. You all bow dramatically and wave as your crowd out the back, the energy still thrumming through your veins as you all clap each other on the back. Even Aizawa is smiling, a rare sight, his guitar hanging off his back. You all pour into your makedo dressing room.

“Fuck, we kicked ass!” Ren yells, looping his arm around Nana.

“Ew, you’re sweaty.” She groans, but she looks too giddy to be too bugged by it.

She looks back at you. “I’m gonna go find Shigs. See what he thought of the show.” She winks.

Ren frowns. “Shigs? Who the fuck is that?”

“I think you of all people should know.” Aizawa drawls.

It takes Ren a beat before he realises and his face drops. “Nana. I’ll kill you.”

She only grins, kissing your cheek and dashing off towards the exit, Ren hot on her heels.

“You two were great.” Aizawa nods, stalking off to probably go smoke a cigarette outside.

And then it’s just you and Touya.

He’s standing in front of you. The room is quiet and yet there’s a tension so palpable you can feel it on your skin. White hair sticks to his forehead, his face flushed red from exhilaration or heat or something else you can’t quite place. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you can barely draw your eyes away from them to meet his, bright blue and practically glowing as they scan over you.

And maybe it’s the adrenaline wearing off, or the fact that you’ve been thinking about Touya so much ever since you’ve met him, but your skin crawls with the urge to touch him, kiss him, do anything to pull you two closer.

He runs a hand through his hair. “You- You were great out there.”

You smile, a little breathless. “You were great, too.”

“Of course. Had to show off a little.”

You laugh. You push your hair back from your face, sighing contentedly. The two of you are still standing near the doorway, and you lean on the wall, your head knocking back against it.

“God, it was so perfect. I was kinda pitchy a couple times but I don’t think anybody noticed. And Aizawa didn’t mess up on the guitar, either! He’s always worried-“

“I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Your words die on your lips instantly. Your head shoots up, turning to look at him. And Touya looks almost wrecked the way he’s looking back.

“I- I had to say something before I pussied out. Again.” He chuckles a little, but you can see the fear creasing his brows, and you want to reach out and smooth it.

“You looked beautiful out there.”

You’re sure you didn’t. You’d caught a glimpse of yourself walking in, and your mascara is smudged and your hair is a mess. But he speaks with so much conviction, like he’s daring you to disagree, that you have to believe him.

“Thank you.” You swallow roughly.

Your lips are still sticky with your shiny lip gloss, but Touya doesn’t seem to mind. Because when he cups your face gently, his palm hot against your already warm face, his fingers tangled in your hair, he presses his lips to yours with no issue.

And it’s nothing like you’d imagined, because it is infinitely better. His nose brushing against yours, the hand that snakes to your waist to push you against the wall. The heat in your stomach that shoots through your body, the desperation that claws at your insides as you drag him closer by the cuff of his shirt. Touya makes a noise in the back of his throat, content and pleased and you want to drag him even closer, swallow him whole.

His tongue licks into your mouth, tangling with yours, and it tastes sweet, like the candy he’s always picking at. You pull away for air and nothing more, your arms looped around his neck.

Touya hums. “You taste like strawberries.”

You laugh, and when you speak, your lips brush against his. “It’s lip gloss. You taste like candy.”

“Thanks. It’s candy.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s hard to act annoyed when his hand slips up from your waist, past the slither of exposed skin to rest on your shoulder. The other is still on your face, and the room feels hotter. Or maybe you just feel hotter, struggling to ignore the coil of need in your stomach.

“You look so beautiful.” Touya says it again, and his voice is softer than usual, so gentle for you.

Your heart flutters with the careful way he kisses you then. Tender, devoid of all the urgency he had before. He’s still holding you close, but he’s not squeezing as tightly, letting his hand leisurely roam. Your head thumps against the wall once more as he starts kissing down your throat, tongue hot and biting as he licks at your pulse.

“We- They’re going to be back, you know. And I promised I’d see Toga after the show.” You mumble, and he sighs.

He reluctantly releases you, not before he places another hasty kiss to your cheek. And it’s good you split, because you hear the doorknob turn, and you have about a second to fix your hair before Nana comes striding in.

“I got his number! Ren nearly killed me, but-“

She cuts herself off at the sight of the two of you. You, face a furious red as you try and fix your hair and straighten the shirt Touya had gotten very handy with, and the man in question standing with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen in your life.

Nana grins. “Kiko Milano looks very fetching on you, Touya.”

Your eyes dart to him and the mess of lipgloss all over his mouth and chin. You shove his shoulder.

“Touya, your face.” You scold.

He only shrugs, still looking too proud, as Nana cackles in front of you. “I like it. Smells like you. Tastes like you, too.”

“Oh my god!”

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guys.. writing the concert was so much harder than I thought?? it took me toooo long omg. But I hope u enjoy!! I love band aus and I love Touya so.. big fat kisses

also… I made a playlist for the band and one for Touya! I think I’m gonna do this for all the characters I write for so I’ll post them here when I do :D

I’m not sure if there will be a part four, but comment if you’d like to be reminded!!

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dodgerkedavra · 1 month ago

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The Vault of Heaven [DTH 2025]

“Potter.” Draco snaps his fingers in front of Harry’s face without dropping his wand, a habit of his that Harry finds destructively attractive. Harry doesn’t get a chance to enjoy, or even fight off, the twist of heat near his hips, because Draco’s unhappier than he was when he started talking. If it weren’t for the rune-light, they could be back in the Savoy, in that moment after Draco straightened up and before his hand had gone to Harry’s elbow, his face pale and tense, like the curse hadn’t been broken at all. Dusky rune-light rises across Draco’s cheekbones and fades away again. “You haven’t listened to a single word I’ve said.”

“Yes, I did!” Harry argues. “There’s intent underneath the ritual. And we’ve got to adhere to—to completion.” To completion sounds vaguely sexual, but Harry manages to keep a straight face. Draco would not appreciate completion jokes right now, and the situation is serious. They are trapped in a rune-circle in a Gringotts vault. “Just—could you go over the important bits one more time?”

“The important bits,” Draco repeats, his voice faint with frustration. He leans in so close that his eyes are only separated from Harry’s by the lenses of his glasses. “Are you listening now? This is the important bit, Potter. I need your full fucking attention.”

“You’ve got it,” Harry confirms professionally, though Draco is well within accidental kissing distance and Draco’s magic is nervous and rushing in the space between them. “What do we have to do?”

“It’s a—” Draco hesitates, which is weird. His hand flexes on Harry’s. “A binding ritual.”

If Harry stuck his tongue out, would he technically be licking Draco? What if he kept his tongue still? If he kept it still professionally.

“Okay? If we’ve got to do a bond, or whatever, that’s fine. We can just undo it once we’re out.”

“Not that sort of bond.” Draco is looking at Harry very intensely, or else it’s just that he’s so close. It warms Harry from head to toe.

“What other sort of bond is there?”

“Potter, for Merlin’s fucking—”

“Just tell me.”

“It’s a sex ritual,” Draco shouts, directly into Harry’s face. “Sex magic. The price is an offering of sexual energy. One of us has to agree to—to receive—to accept the—the enthusiastic attentions of the other, in a ritualised display of—”

Harry shoots his hand into the air.

Draco blinks.

Then blinks again.

And then he leans back and stares, lips parted.

“Potter.” He’s exactly as soft as the singing magic. “Have you raised your hand?”

Written for @dracotops-harry 2025!!

Rating: E

Words: 23kish

Summary: Harry and Draco, curse-breaker partners, get trapped in a Gringotts vault with a cursed orb. One of them's got to get fucked, or they both die. Harry volunteers as tribute.

Read The Vault of Heaven on AO3

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #my fic #draco x harry #new fic #drarry fic #cursebreaker!draco #cursebreaker!partners #cursebreaker!harry #sex ritual #gringotts vault #gringotts #runes

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jamscandraw · 4 months ago

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Get to know my Tav - Percy edition

Perseverance "Percy" ◆ Mephistopheles Tiefling ◆ she/her ◆ 28 ◆ Entertainer ◆ Monk ◆ Way of the Four Elements

From what I can gather the original source of this questionnaire is @sporeservant! Percy is still pretty new to me as a character and I'm not very far into the game so these things will change over time, but I like figuring out a character in the early stages so I can think about how to play them! I'm also super open to answering other questions about her so if you're curious, just ask :) Big text under the cut!

What is your Tav's:

favourite weapon: a big old stick. She currently carries a magic javelin but refuses to ever throw it, and just hits things with the pointy end

style of combat: punch, kick, punch punch. She's a highly skilled martial artist and now she's got the power of anime on her side, her fists can now set things on fire too

most prized possession: her combat robes. They belonged to her mentor, Tegulu, who wore them for over 30 years as a monk of a sacred order, and has now passed them on to Percy as a way of initiating her. She doesn't yet feel like she's 'earned' them, but carries them with a great honour

deepest desire: finding a sense of belonging. As a first-generation tiefling in a little town outside the city, Percy was an outsider growing up, and even though she met other tieflings when she joined the circus, she was still treated like a novelty and struggled to find proper community. Being on the road for 9 months of the year means she can't really settle anywhere and doesn't have a specific place she calls 'home'

guilty pleasure: card games. She never bets big money but she loves a night of drinks, cards and winning or losing a few coins. She tries not to win by card-counting too often

best-kept secret: was employed by one of the biggest crime rings in Baldur's Gate for a time. In her late teens/early 20s, in between different circus groups (she left the first one because of poor treatment) and in need of money for her and her friends, she took on work as a bouncer at a club, which turned out to be a front for The Cards, and after a few months of good work she was trusted to work security for some of their more questionable business meetings. She was never high-ranking enough to know what the meetings were actually about but she was still affiliated with them and The Cards don't forget. That part of her life is long-gone but she never brings it up with the Tadpole Squad because she's scared of being judged as a lowlife criminal (especially by Wyll)

greatest strength: apart from her phenomenal dexterity, she's a very shrewd judge of character. Street magic taught her how to read people, and working security for The Cards taught her how to spot a fight before it's even started.

fatal flaw: refusal to ask for help. Everyone else in the party is either already a renowned warrior or super skilled in some other way, all with important missions of their own, and she’s just a random nobody wearing patchwork clothes that happened to fall out of the sky with them. She holds herself to impossible standards and acts like everything is fine all the time so the others don’t see her as the weak link and leave her behind

favourite smell: fresh sawdust

favourite spell or cantrip: it’s technically a ki attack rather than a spell, but Fist of Unbroken Air is great

pet peeve: When people learn she's a circus performer they either joke that she's a clown, or assume that means she's musically talented like a bard, and ask her to sing. She has no confidence in her singing abilities (it's fine) and always flat out refuses

bad habit: hoarding. Having a semi-nomadic lifestyle most of her adult life, Percy is used to having not many personal belongings and not much carrying capacity. Now she has travelling companions and a place to safely store things, she is loathe to discard or ignore any items she finds that "might be useful one day" (yes, I have terrible inventory management)

hidden talent: good with horses. The circus always had them for shows and for travelling, and while she never performed with them she still grew up around them and knows how to handle and ride them pretty well

leisure activity: yoga! It’s good both from a meditative standpoint, as a way to clear her thoughts and recharge her ki points, but also as a way to maintain her flexibility and practice her stances. She tries to do a little bit each day, usually just after waking up and going to sleep

favourite drink: barley wine, or nettle tea if non-alcoholic

comfort food: fruit pie or tart, anything really rich and sweet

favourite person: a three-way tie between Tegulu, her mentor, Iske, her best friend and performance partner, and Lorena, her mother. All of them have had huge positive impacts on her in different ways and she loves them all dearly

Out of Team Tadpole, Wyll by a long shot. They are friends almost from the moment they met, long before any non-platonic feelings start to develop. Karlach is a close second, being a fellow tiefling and very easy to spend time with, and Lae'zel in third, who despite being far harder to joke around with is Percy's most trusted ally in this whole affair. She was the first one Percy met and they saved each other's lives, and Percy trusts her with anything except relationship advice

favoured display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): banter and friendly teasing. She's nice to everyone when they first meet but once she knows someone well enough she enjoys bouncing off them with little two-way jokes. If she really likes you she'll let her tail rest on your lap or twist round your leg; it's a tiefling sign of trust and comfort around someone

fondest childhood memory: the first time the circus ever came to her village. She would have been about 7 and she was blown away by all the lights and colours and amazing skills on show. She was already an adventurous and athletic child, and she decided then and there she wanted to be a part of it when she grew up. It was also the first proper time she ever saw another tiefling - a tightrope walker - and had a sense that there were other people out there in the world like her

#bg3 #bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #my ocs #Percy #D&D #ask me about my ocs

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wortsandall · 7 months ago

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EXACTLYY ABOUT THE SILCO AND JINX THING!!! like, im not saying he was the best person or father ever (he was a good father in that he knew what jinx needed, but raising her as his kind of lieutenant in the mafia was obviously not a good move lol) but saying he never loved her or cared for her???? like did we watch the same show????

i never doubted for a SECOND that he loved her, but i understand people probably weren't sure during act 2 and okay, that makes sense. but STILL claiming he doesn't love her after watching season 1? what the fuck.

if he dgaf about her, he shouldn't even be keeping her around. we are told repeatedly that jinx is messing up his business (failing to guard shimmer cargo, riling up the chembarons and even causing SEVIKA to doubt silco as a leader etc). pray tell, if he doesn't care about her why the fuck doesn't he just..kill her?

but thats not all, no. because its so fucking obvious silco loves jinx you have to watch the series with your eyes and ears closed to not get it. the bridge scene where he carries her? even tho he has his underlings with him?? going to singed?? that entire scene???

him literally giving up his dream of an independent zaun TO PROTECT HER???? COMFORTING HER AS SHE LITERALLY KILLS HIM????

genuinely, anyone who thinks silco doesn't genuinely love jinx by the end of season 1 is a fucking moron.

from a couple months ago but basically yes silco and jinx are so unspeakably important to me !!!! forever and ever will i stand on the fact that silco loved her. he loved her so much.

regardless of the mom linkage they tried to pull in season two-jinx was his girl. like its been said but jinx was a lot more trouble than itd be worth for him to keep her around and he did anyway. over and over again he picked her over anything else. and now im supposed to believe that its all manipulation? he never cared? to what end?

silco is not like that. empty manipulations for personal satisfaction. which is why he'd be doing it if these people are right. theres no political benefit or benefit for what he was doing for zaun. she was actively getting in the way. so that leaves just for kicks. lemme manipulate this lil girl for fun and maybe get back at vander in the process. that's not silco. there's no gain there.

people just don't want to believe that a man seen as evil can have soft spots or be a good dad. like you can argue that silco's a bad dad fine (i completely disagree but you can argue) but to say he doesn't love her is insane.

and for the bad dad-he's really not 😭 you can disagree with his methods but its not like he himself had therapy. for his own traumas there were things that worked for him, that kept him alive. and he imparted that to her because he loved her and wanted to keep her alive as well. i dont even think what he was saying was entirely wrong. flawed 100% yeah but its not the worst. he helps her to feel useful. to not look down on herself or her abilities. he encourages her need to create and build unlike before where they kept telling her to stop and leaving her behind. the wounds that she had, he tried to heal as best as he could.

because he understood her and he loved her. i go so insane about them. the best father daughter duo. i literally cry every time i think about them for too long, every time i talk about them. every time i see them on screen. she needed him and he was there for her in a way that vander wasn't. i mean the one scene of vander and jinx solo they don't even speak. vander was distracted with a clear favorite and silco made her his priority. i love him. i love them both so much.

#my asks #i could go all day but then id start repeating myself #point is that i feel you 100%#and those people make me so angry i feel it like an ache in my chest #arcane #silco #jinx

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wolfybonnie759 · 2 years ago

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floyd x reader what if you got captured instead of Floyd

you knew Floyd and brothers for a long time the day of brozone I think got separated and didn't want to be a band anymore you did not know where Floyd was going to to be honest you had a crush on him you didn't tell him because you were so shy but you always been around like your best friend but you don't know if he feel the same way you went to travel somewhere and you you was singing thinking about you and Floyd been together but then you heard footsteps and the next thing you know it you got caught by velvet and veneer who are nothing but big phonies who have no talent for many months you've been stuck in a diamond prison you hope Floyd and his brothers are okay and hope somebody will save you from these horrible twins you felt so weak you were pale and some of your hair got white like if you're aged up or something in a little half of your body is Crystal about how much they use your talent for theirs and you saw Floyd's older brother John Dory oh so you and a diamond prison he tried to break the diamond prison but nothing works and you told him to leave of the twins will get him and he did he promised to get help. You really did not like the twins at all well you got a little comfortable with veneer he was not as bad as his sister for some what he was nice to you and he feels bad for you he does not want to really want to use your talent for his great but saying an popular or fortune or more important and he care about his sister. All of all you wish you was with Floyd you could have told him that you love him and more than a friend way if you wasn't so shy about it. Oh you did was just sing a bit you were singing half your heart out thinking about the memories you had when you spend time with Floyd and he was your best friend and your crush and then you went to sleep which was uncomfortable by the way you wish to sleep next to Floyd because his calm snoozing voice always hope you relax and sleep better it just feels empty without him.

When you were just sleeping you hear a noise and you slowly open your eyes to see Poppy branch and Floyd your heart stop when you saw floyd he change a lot his different look make him more attractive but still look cute though but you hide your friend and stop blushing and you told them to get out where they can or else the twins will get them Floyd looked at you in sadness because he told you how much he miss you and it feels awful without you you felt your face burning a bit like you're blushing but you're happy that Floyd misses you haven't forgot about you then when you heard Velvet and veneer talking down the hall leave or hide somewhere there between can't see and. Floyd look at you one more time went somewhere so he will be seen by the twins.

You was shocked is missing the boys that have captured by velvet and veneer they it was arguing about something you wasn't paying attention at all Floyd looked at you and shocked is he the state you're in your hair was almost white completely White you are so pale as a white snow and have your body being Crystal the others saw that too they're trying to do in their best to help you. When the final moment and Poppy and branch and Poppy sisters who got all the brothers out of there they're still in the diamond prison but at least they're out except for you who was attached to Velvet but you were so pale you you almost got nothing left anymore could you feel like dying of course Floyd can't stand around and do nothing and let you die so everybody including Floyd was singing the perfect Harmony and you're not attached to Velvet and you was floating singing it was working it's broke the diamond prison everything was fine except you was Crystal troll you were falling into Floyd catch you. Poppy and her sister branch in his brothers and Floyd were crying upset and didn't save you in time and Floyd was talking about how he wished he could confess his love to you but little did he know you heard that you were listening your face became normal and you had a smile on your face everyone was happy included Floyd and you were blushing because Floyd's love to you then you told me you did love him too so you both kiss and the crowd cheered more than ever and veneer you told his fans and his sister that him and his sister were frauds and told the truth about it but the twins got arrested the everyone went back home and you were happy with your new boyfriend Floyd.

( hi everyone I want to say thank you for liking my post I saw that people like my first Floyd x reader I wasn't expecting to get that much since 4 town or turning red post but anyway I'm glad you like it and to be honest I like Floyd too I guess you could say he's my favorite from trolls band together and. That all I have to say is thank you and bye 👋❤️)

#brozone floyd x reader #trolls floyd x reader #trolls band together #trolls floyd

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broken-clover · 1 month ago

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Unika's trailer came out and I'm a big fan of her voice, also that intro shot of her riding her bike through a tunnel was lowkey better than most of the animation in dual rulers lol

I really wanna know what the budget was for the anime. I don't even necessarily say that as a disparaging remark, I'm just wondering that, given how a lot of the models and setpieces, at least for the earlier episodes, were all taken from the game itself, so outside of some of the action scenes and those trippy ass visuals from the last episode, I want to know what that sort of thing costs, since I am not familiar with the industry.

So, I tried very hard to avoid the leaks, and in hindsight...why? I'm confused. Virtually nothing in terms of her moveset has anything to do with the anime. Okay, the hair and tail I can buy as some inbuilt genetic fuckery, but where the fuck did she get Thunderseal?? Did they not think that would be the slightest bit important to even imply at some point??

The voice is...fine, I guess. Reminds me a lot of Dizzy's, but I guess this is the one time it's justified. I just wish it had a bit more...I dunno. I've found I tend to have a fondness for the dub version of young female characters in a lot of things, because in Japanese sometimes they can fall into generic cutesiness (Street Fighter being a recent example for me, I hate Lily's Japanese voice but enjoy her English one, and within Guilty Gear itself, I have a similar problem with May) but it feels like this game is ending up having the same problem. I had a similar indifference toward Dizzy's voice, but she was supposed to be sort of calm and placid. Unika has a similar kind of stiffness to Ram, at least in her battle dialogue, which doesn't help distinguish her in my eyes. I'll have to look up her VA, it doesn't sound familiar.

-Her calling Ky 'dad' so casually feels a bit weird, but I do like his insistence that his kids interact

-From what I've seen in terms of intro/outro dialogue, the most emotion and personality she expresses is her teasing Sin, which is cute, though compared to everything else it feels a little jarring. Ram mentioning that she's 'loosened up' also feels weird because I have no idea what gives her that impression.

-Her having a unique line with Giovanna is very unexpected, and regardless of how weird it is for her character at least it's funny- well, for one of them. The 'subdue, not destroy' bit actually gives her some kind of flavor!

-The crucifix necklace in her outro puzzles me, but it's the kind of puzzlement that makes me think through the implications of it. It looks sort of like Sin's, but Ky has also been depicted wearing one in old art. Either way, I feel it gives an implication that it's either future!Sin's from the bad timeline, or, the more likely option since Unika 'never met her birth parents' and thus presumably never met Sin either, it's a keepsake scrounged from the presumably dead-before-we-saw-him future!Ky, and it's giving me plot bunnies, the fun kind

I at least have a different complaint than I typically do about the themes, I actually really like the instrumental almost entirely and I wish it had just been an instrumental. I think the most recent theme I actually like was Johnny's (though thinking about it I don't think I've actually heard Slayer's so I'll need to). The more future-y EDM elements in the intro are actually a really fantastic bit of unspoken characterization, portraying Unika as something sleek and futuristic, but...I'm sorry, I'm beating a dead horse at this point, I just think that a lot of the themes in Strive, especially with the later DLC seasons, sound very samey, in large part because I just don't think Naoki Hashimoto has much range or variation in his singing voice, or at least not when he's singing in English

I still have yet to see the arcade mode, so if there is anything noteworthy there, I have yet to see it, but I will get to it soon

#basically I come away feeling the exact same I did from most of the anime #she's Ramlethal again but half as interesting #I was hoping all the extra dialogue would finally give her a chance to branch out and show off some more personality #especially since she isn't under the thumb of her shitty dad #is the arcade mode better?#I hope so #I had a bit of optimism with the end of episode 8 #but god she's just bland #I'm sorry if that's not the response you were expecting #I just have so little interest in what little she gives us #ask #guilty gear #it felt like they tossed a bunch of generically cool ideas in a blender and called the resulting wet slurry a character

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 1 year ago

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Growing

Author's note: Zadakiel's next chapter.

Past =-= Next

Warnings: Implied Astartes and Human relations. Talks about how to deal with bullies. The advise comes from an Astartes soo... Yeah. Not anything else I can think of? Let me know if I need to add anything...

Summary: Zadakael has to allow his tiny Bonded to go to this thing called 'pre-school' and is totally N O R M A L about it.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

“Lovely and perfect,” Zadakael continues to croon a lullaby in High Gothic as he gently rocks his tiny bonded asleep.

His bonded human’s parents had met him, and had a friend who had an Astartes to help translate what was going on. They had been understandably, been a bit uncertain when they’d first heard that he’d bonded to their darling, fragile, tiny child.

But he had slowly started to prove himself to them, and was wonderful with their daughter. Who was usually wonderfully and well behaved around him. If they were unable to get her to sleep, his gentle hold on her and his crooning singing would put her to sleep faster than anything else could or would.

The new parents were grateful to have an extra set of hands that didn’t need as much sleep. Granted, he had his own schedule that he followed for his duties as a Space Marine who ended up on Ancient Terra. He’s grateful that his new Captain was understanding and allowed him to bond with his new human. And that his hours of duty shift and training were changed around so that he could help his human’s family tend to his almost an infant Bonded.

At first he had been terrified to touch his precious Bonded. For they were so young and fragile, and his hands were covered in the blood of so many. He had learned gentleness when he learned artistic pursuits and he still continued to indulge in his hobbies.

Although part of him snapped and snarled and hissed when his precious, tiny bonded was in the arms of her parents he didn’t stop them from doing so. Sternly reminding himself that their family is also important for their growth and development. He’d researched all he could on Good Child Rearing Practices as well as taken lay-classes for child rearing and what not.

That had also eased the worries of his Bonded’s family when they saw how serious he took his duties towards his bonded. He’d been taking classes for the primary language that his humans spoke at home, which was different from the one that was the dominant language of the area. So he was easily learning languages at once to ensure that he’d be able to help his tiny human learn to speak multiple languages.

Spanish, he learned, was the name of the language that their family spoke, while English was the language that was spoken by the baseline humans in the area that he had landed in. His tiny human had several older siblings who thought he was Super Cool.Some of their elderly relatives seem to be more uncertain of him, which was fine.

Being with his tiny bonded, and watching as they grow and their personality take shape fills his hearts with a warmth that has a bitter sting to it as well. One of the things he finds out to his utter dismay is how fast his tiny Bonded is growing.

It’s something that his Tiny Bonded’s parents commiserate with him over. As they grow, they are taken to ‘pre-school’. Which he grumbles over, he could teach them far more about how the Galaxy truly works than the so-called educators could. He’s seen what sort of homework their older siblings have and he’s unimpressed with how basic and sometimes outright false the information they have to learn is. Although, their literature and arts education is interesting and he can go down rabbit holes seeking more Ancient Terran knowledge about such things.

Still, his human’s parents insisted it would be good for their development to have time away from the house and them. With children her age (there are a few of his fellow Space Marines with Bonded around that age, or with Bonded who have children around that age). He’s pointed that out, and while they do have play dates with.

But apparently that’s not enough. While both parents are able to work, Zadakael is happy to watch over the children and give guidance and a portion of his pay to help the household. The parents have deemed going to ‘pre-school’ to be important to their development.

He gently holds his tiny Bonded’s hand and walks with them to the pre-school, it’s fairly close to where his human’s family lives. And his tiny Bonded hand clung to him and had been Tearful about paring with him.

He would only admit to himself that he was equally reluctant to part with her. It had taken one of the Salamanders who worked there (with their Bonded Human as one the pre-school teachers) coming out to help calm the Tiny human (and only the tiny human. He wasn’t growling at anyone.)

Stop judging him To’val! And no, he didn’t linger and watch his tiny bonded for the rest of the day. That would be ridiculous and were blatantly false accusations! He had certainly not needed to be dragged away by an exasperated Ultramarine to go tend to his duties that day. Zariel- stop making that face at him. Judgy Ultramarine bastard.

His tiny Bonded hadn’t wanted to leave his side to go to some stupid Pre-school. But that had been one first few days, they had grown to enjoy pre-school. Happily babbling to him and their siblings and parents about what they learned, and did, and about their friends that they played with on this and that day.

Sure, he occasionally heard of the childish squabbles, but he let his tiny Bonded know that they should Stand Their Ground and that if someone tried to bully them to punch them in the face. That would get them to stop that nonsense. And if someone tried to get them into trouble for it he would talk to the teachers about it.

The parents had been partly scolding, partly playful in their exasperation about what he’d said about defending oneself and one’s friends from bullies. But he was entirely serious about it. Bullying wasn’t something that was tolerated, and it could cause friction and Chaos if allowed to fester. Resentments, hurt feelings, and all sorts of nastiness if not dealt with promptly and with a proportional response.

Some of the children are other Blood Angels and their successor Chapter’s bonded human’s children. He pretends that he doesn’t see how some of the children look like a perfect blend of the human and Astartes's. Especially the children who are male presenting, having bright blond hair and red in their eyes.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer #adeptus astartes #blood angels #blood angel #blood angel oc #poor unfortunate souls #space marine oc #oc: Zadakiel

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life-is-unreal · 10 months ago

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Stranger Danger~ {Genshin x Reader} Teyavat Chapter 14 - Teardrop Crystal

slight spoiler : There's probably going to be a slime army :D, which slime for Liyue I wonderrrr :DDD

"Welcome back!" Venti's eyes glimmered under the bar lights. "Ah, this is the Holy Lyre! You managed to retrieve it!"

"The pattern of flowing wind carved on the rosewood... and the strings still feel cool to the touch too. Oh, the memories..." You rolled your eyes. Anyone with an actual brain could tell what's wrong with his words.

Jean exchanged a glance with you. Barely shaking her head. "What do you think, Venti? Can you summon Dvalin?"

Venti shrugged, spreading his hands, "Although this lyre is the real thing, I doubt that it's going to work. As you can see, the lyre has been through a thousand years of history. Its Anemo power has run dry. In this condition, you couldn't play music fit for even Diluc's tavern with it..."

Diluc frowned, "Bards fight to get on the stage of my tavern. Don't make assumptions!"

Paimon gaped at him in disbelief, "Is that really important right now, Master Diluc!? And you - did you just borrow the Holy Lyre to play music for drunkards to hear?"

"Hehe."

Paimon's eyes widened in a cartoon like way, "What do you mean "hehe"!?"

"Anyway, we won't be able to call Dvalin with it." You sniggered at Aether's expression, if you didn't know the plot before hand, you would've slapped Venti.

Venti hurriedly changed his words upon Aether's emotionless face. "The lyre itself is fine, but the strings..."

You patted Aether's shoulder, "Time for you to do your lil magic."

"M-me?"

“He never said that it was broken."

He nodded, "It's just that the anemo power is diminished."

You leaned to Aether's ear, "Use the tear drop thingy."

His eyes widened, "I- I never told you about that." He hissed.

You fluttered your eyelashes, "Shut up and do it."

Venti grinned, "It worked, as expected.

"This youthful glow..." Jean muttered.

"Praising yourself?" Paimon gasped flabbergasted.

"It's not just a youthful glow, it fucking changed colors." You commented.

Jean raised a brow, "KEUGH KEUGH I said nothing." You waved your hands.

She sighed in exasperation, "...I was talking about the Holy Lyre."

"Thanks to Aether having purified the crystal, the Holy Lyre won't continue to lose power. That said, its power is far from replenished. It'd be great if we could get more tears."

"We'll-"

"Wait." Your eyebrows furrowed. "Jean, you didn't pay us yet."

Paimon slapped her forehead. "Oh yeah! Paimon forgot about that too!"

"Oh and we rented out a place instead of going to the inn..." you smiled largely.

Jean smiled lightly, "I'll send all of the rewards after Dvalin no longer threatens Mondstadt."

"Then the water bodies..." you wiggled your eyebrows, sparkles in your eyes.

"After Albedo finishes his experimentations."

"Ok, we'll help."

Venti's eyes remained unfocused, "Suffering alone in some deserted place..." he muttered.

"Dvalin..."

Paimon's expression turned from confusion to sadness, "Poor baby..."

"This is not something that an Honorary Knight and Y/N can accomplish alone. I will mobilize the rest of knights to assist. When you get the Teardrop Crystal, please let Aether perform the purification process."

"Leave it to me."

"Heroes supporting each other and setting out on a journey together... How exciting! Lemme come up with a song for you..."

You and Paimon side eyed him. "Is that all you're going to do? Just sing?" Paimon screeched.

"Wouldn't be much of a bard if I didn't now, would I?"

"Hmph. You're so cheeky...You deserve an ugly nickname." Paimon, nooo, stop giving people that can one shot us ugly nicknames..."Oh, Paimon knows! From now on, you'll be known as 'Tone-Deaf Bard'!"

-.-.-

(Thousand Winds Temple)

"The ruin guards aren't attacking us..." Paimon scratched her head. "OH YEAH! It's Y/N's ability!"

A strange expression emerged on Diluc's face before returning back to normal.

You coughed slightly, "I think ya'll need to kill it though, how else are you going to get that crystal?"

Jean turned to you. "Y/N, do you want to try?"

"M-me?"

"Yes, I've been wondering how it would react when you attack it." Strong curiosity could be seen through her cerulean eyes.

"But-"

"I'll pay for your rent until you leave."

"Sure!"

Your catalyst appeared besides you.

Aether gaped at you, "Where did you get that?!"

You smirked, "It's called having friends."

It didn't take too long for your smile to drop. "Oh fuck I can barely even fight. What if I fucking die?" You dragged your legs behind you.

Taking a deep breath, a ball of Anemo appeared in your hands.

The ruin guard stared down at you, as if frozen in place. As the ball of Anemo became larger and larger, you felt horrified when you noticed that it wouldn't stop.

"Y/N! That's enough to knock him out!" Aether yelled, he had no idea why you were suddenly so strong, the Anemo ball was stronger than his tornado, his eyes widened as it slowly grew to be twice your size.

Jean frowned. "Is this her first time?"

Aether paused. "I have no idea but she's definitely never summoned such a large ball."

Jean's eyes narrowed, "I'll have to knock her out if she can't control it, she'll end up in a coma if this continues, she'll also create a large enough storm to cover up the whole of Mondstadt if this Anemo ball continues increasing."

The ruin guard stared down at you. "HELP ME!" You screamed, your hair covering your face. You could feel the large amount of Anemo gathering in your body. In a blue screen that only you could see, you noticed your experience increasing in large amounts.

It was a good thing but you felt chills on your spine, you were going to faint by the enormous amount of energy roaring inside of you. It felt refreshing, but in contrast you could feel your body getting tired. You might die if this continues on.

Suddenly, you felt your body getting lighter. Lifting your head, you noticed that the ruin guard slowly walked towards the Anemo ball. As its arm touched the ball, you felt yourself regaining control of the elemental energy.

"Is it, killing itself?" Paimon shrieked.

The machine continued to walk towards you, its gears getting ripped and turned into metal dust by the reckless energy.

You panted, staggering as the entire ruin guard turned into metal dust before disappearing, a precious chest dropping in its place.

"That was unexpected." Diluc's questioning gaze landed on you before striding towards the chest.

"To sacrifice itself so that you wouldn't be depleted of elemental energy. This... is indeed very unexpected. Your pet slimes don't even seem as odd now that I think of it." Jean handed you a potion.

"This will replenish the lost energy in your body. Sucrose created the formula by accident. I'll introduce you to her soon. Sorry for almost knocking you out."

"It's fine. I didn't expect this too."

"I'll bring you to Albedo when he comes back with results with the samples across Mondstadt."

"Sorry, but umm... Paimon has been wondering since yesterday, what are you guys talking about?" Paimon giggled nervously.

"Oh? Is there a problem with Mondstadt's water? I was wondering why I saw Kaeya near the Dawn Winery."

Remembering the sample of water that Keyarye 'accidentally' dropped, a small bottle appeared in your hands. The moment you returned back home, you had split the sample of the concentrated substance in portions. You were going to give one of them to Albedo but he was probably cooped up somewhere doing experiments.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot. You might want to give this to Albedo, he can compare it to other samples." The concentrated liquid wasn't like the diluted samples, it looked like water but to the keen eye, some differences could be spotted. From the minty tint to the light sweet smell.

"Thank you Y/N." Obviously, Jean noticed the differences, hopefully she'd give you a raise.

Clearing your throat, "Did you guys seriously not notice how all the plants around the lakes look kinda wilted and how there's less and less fish? Why'd you think a bunch of knights gathered samples of the water bodies. And come on Aether! You legit go out every single day. How brain dead are you?"

Paimon coughed, "Anywayyyy, Paimon didn't think we'd find Dvalin's tears in a place like this."

"As knights, we are taught to hone our investigative skills."

"And I ended up in prison because three knights thought I was a spy." You grumbled.

Jean sighed, holding her head. "I'll double your pay if you stop talking about that during work."

Your eyes sparkled in joy, "Ok Grandmaster!

-.-.-

(Whispering woods)

"Jean...has a turtle..." Paimon whispered dazed. "Diluc...has a turtle?...too?!"

"Paimon... Are you ok?" You poked her tummy. "Paimon... You gained weight again."

Paimon turned to you, her eyes unfocused, "Hey Y/N, did you have a pet turtle when you were young?"

"Yeah. I had...five or something but they all died because of sickness. Maybe something else."

"Y/N... had five turtles.... turtles...Ehehehe, turtles..."

Your face scrunched up. "She's..."

"Yeah, let's ignore her. Let her be in her lil world." Aether muttered. Yup, Aether sounded more and more like a Gen Z through your influence.

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storydays · 6 months ago

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Spring Broken P1

(A/N: Um, I can't figure out how to put the o with the slash to correctly write Blitz's name so from now on, I'm writing it as Blitzo, but if yall watched the show, you know how it's pronounced.)

(3rd POV)

(Y/N) growled lowly, eyes glowing in the dark, as his girlfriend crawled up his body seductively with a smirk on her face, a white sustenance trailing down the side of her mouth. "Heh, that's one hell of a wake-up call, V." He chuckled lightly, as she licked her lips. "Aw, you've been taking care of me for so long, it only's only fair I take care of you, love." Verosika hummed, straddling (Y/N)'s lap, his hands coming to rest his hands on her hips.

(Y/N) smiled to himself before letting out a sigh. "So, today you're gonna be at my office building, across from my job. Where I work." The succubus nodded, "Yep. For one week, we'll be working, closely together." She grinned, running a hand down (Y/N)'s torso.

"And you'll finally meet my uncle. Which means, you'll have to be nice." He shot her a look to which she rolled her eyes to. "Yeah, okay, I'll be good Daddy."

"I mean it, V. It's going to be the first time you guys meet and I really want two of the most important people in my life to get along." He flashed her his best puppy eyes and sweetest smile he could muster. Verosika was powerless to fight how cutely her boyfriend was looking at her.

"Fine, you win. I'll play nice, just for you, love." She agreed, yelping as he flipped their position and grinned at her with a smug, predatory look. "There's a good girl. Now, what do you say I take care of you?" He purred, lust pouring off him.

*Timeskip*

The rest of the I.M.P. were on their way to work, with Blitz singing badly to his 'favorite' song. Loona rolled her eyes as she texted (Y/N), Millie rolled the window down smiling in the wind, while Moxxie covered his head in annoyance to his boss's offkey singing.

Blitz pulled into the lot dangerously swerving, about to pull up into his parking spit when suddenly a pink convertible beat him to it.

"Oh, holy shit!" Blitz cried, braking harshly to avoid crashing into the other car. Once he gained his bearings, he looked narrowed his eyes at the pink car. "Oh, you suck for life, do ya?" He growled, pulling out a megaphone and leaning over Loona to shout:

"LISTEN UP, YOU UNORIGINAL PINK CUM DUMP! YOU'VE GOT 3 GODDAMN SECONDS TO GET YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY PARKING SP--Oh, shit! Verosika?" Blitzo asked in surprise as a pink succubus stepped out of the car with her arms crossed, clearly unimpressed.

She blew a bubble with her gum as she acknowledged the angry imp. "Blitzo."

"I should've know you'd be here, I can smell fish for miles. Which is odd because I believe the nearest ocean is...." Blitz grunted as he fell to the floor before hastily standing up. "THREE RINGS DOWN!"

"And I should've known you'd be here when I heard the AMBER alerts." mocked Verosika, suddenly holding a flask in her hand.

"Oh, yeah? I'm surprised they let your fat ass out of of rehab," replied the imp sassily, "I can see you're still a drunken whore, clutching to the Beelze juice bottle like it's the last cock in Hell."

"They let me out because I'm still famous." shrugged Verosika, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "And rehab is for sad loser wash-ups," the popstar took a drink of her flask, before turning towards the imp, wiping the alcohol from the side of her lip, "So your sister says 'hi.' "

"What are you doing here?" growled Blitz, "This is the only parking spot my company has. So take your tampon race-care, somewhere else."

"Actually, prick," Verosika gritted her teeth, leaning down to be eye level with the red and white imp, "It has my name on it." she gestured to her name written over IMP in hot glittery pink. "My boyfriend was able to get me into one of the more infinitely more successful companies for a bit of freelance in the building. And they wanted me to come in this week to lead their team during spring break."

Loona suddenly perked up from the van, watching wide eyed as Blitz talked to Verosika. "A WeEk?!" Blitz cried before shaking his head, "No, no, you are not parking here for a fucking week!" he growled.

"Aw, you mad, Blitzo?" cooed Verosika, taking off her sunglasses to glare at Blitz. "You gonna run off, leaving someone else to pay for the hotel room, steal their car, and run three rings down to Wrath and max my/your credit card on shitty horse riding lessons?" They said in unision, Veroskia pissed and Blitz bored.

"Goddamn it, whore, you will not let that go." Blitz stomped his foot like a child. "Choke on a sandpaper cock." hissed the pink haired demoness, flipping him off, and walking away.

Loona slumped slightly in her seat as Verosika walked by.Blitz followed her angrily making threats, "Hold on, you better move that pussy wagon right now, or I'm gonna--"

The imp froze seeing a shadow over him. He turned around slowly to see a tall hellhound baring his teeth. "You'll what?" He asked lowly. Blitz looked around nervously, seeing he wasn't in a position to make threats. "Or-Or, I'll call HR." he said smugly.

The three demons looked at each other before laughing like they were in a sitcom and standing at attention again.

"Well, I'm glad to see you guys getting along." called (Y/N) as he approached, holding two coffee trays, a single coffee using his tail. He smiled lazily at everyone. "Eh, not how I wanted you guys to meet but here it goes: Uncle Blitz, this is my girlfriend Verosika. V, this is my uncle."

Everyone, even those in the van stared at the tall imp, who didn't understand what the looks were for. "What?" he asked, tilting his head.

"This drunken whore/this perverted asshole is your girlfriend/ uncle?" Blitzo and Verosika shouted in unison, pointing at the other in shock. "Wait, you guys know each other?" (Y/N) asked.

"This the guy who maxed out my credit card for horse riding lessons!" snapped Verosika glaring at the smaller imp who glared right back. "This is the bitch who gave me gonorrhea!" Blitz snapped, making everyone look at him weirdly. "It's cured now." He scoffed.

"Eesh, well this is awkward." (Y/N) muttered, holding out one of the coffee trays to Blitz. Sex demons, while they can still get STDs, usually didn't get the rough effects that others did.

Not only was it weird to hear that his uncle and his girlfriend used to be a thing, but they both used to have a STD.

"Ahem, anyway, meet my new hellhound, Vortex. Unlike you, he actually does his job well. As does (Y/N). When we're in bed, mm.." Verosika moaned lightly, running her finger down (Y/N)'s tail, grinning as he visibly shivered.

The pop-star flipped her hair before looping her arm around (Y/N)'s arm and walking away with the two male demons, before sending Blitz the middle finger. "Ta-Ta fuck stain." she smirked.

"Ugh, I wasted so much time with a bag of holes like that." muttered Blitz. "You know Verosika Mayday?!" Loona demanded, kicking the door open.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, her, we dated." Blitz huffed, crossing his arms.

"Was it before or after she became a popstar?" Millie asked.

"YOU dated a popstar?!" Moxxed screamed.

"Okay, why are you all acting like that's such a shock?" huffed the I.M.P business owner. "Hello? It's Verosika Mayday." Loona raised an eyebrow. "It's you?" Millie asked.

"I just...is she blind? Suffering some sort of form of brain damage ?" Moxxie mocked, before his wife spoke up again. "Well, she's obviously got good taste if she's dating (Y/N) now. My bestie is hot!" Millie giggled to herself.

"Okay, look, you are all making this a bigger deal than it needs to be. I don't pry into your stupid personal lives!" Blitz grumbled, crossing his arms.

"You do that all the time!" shouted Moxxie in irritation.

"You totally do that." Loona monotoned, leaning against the van.

"You definitely do that." Millie commented, shrugging before a mischievous smile appeared on her face, lowering her eyes. "What was sex like her like?" "Millie!?" Moxxie cried, abashedly. "What?" Millie demanded, hands on hip. "It's a pop star, you'd want to know what sex was like with Michael Crawford was like. " Moxxie paused, ready to scold her, and thought about it. "Touche." He nodded. "But, wouldn't (Y/N) be the better person to ask now?"

"Okay, look, let's drop it! Millie, find a temporary spot for the truck. Loonie, Moxxie, let's go get (Y/N) and handle this shit!" Blitz huffed, stomping into the building, his employees following closely behind.

*Up in the elevator*

"Do you think they saw me? Fuck! I did my makeup shitty today." Loona groaned, fidgeting with her hands.

"Oh, you look perfect, Loonie, like always." cooed Blitz. "Ugh, shut up, Da-" Loona caught herself at the last second, but Blitz heard it, and looked at the hell hound with a big hopeful smile. "Ugh, Blitz." Loona shoved him away and glanced into her pocket mirror, not paying attention to her surroundings.

She grunted as she walked into Vortex, glancing up at him with a small blush on her face. "Oh, woah." Loona muttered, tail wagging slightly, much to her adoptive father's horror.

"Alright, big man," Blitz stood between the two with an accusatory glare at the other hell hound. "Where's your nephew stealing, bitch bag of an employeer?"

"She's in her office. There wasn't room on the sucking floor, so they rented one here on this one." Vortex gestured to the office space diagonal from I.M.P.

"Oh, come on!" Blitz grumbled, stomping his foot. "Heh, sorry man." Vortex chuckled before joining his team.

"Oh, no, you don't, bitch." hissed the red and white imp. "Sir, how about you let me go in and try to reason with her?" Moxxie suggested, unaware of the looks Blitz and Loona were sending him as he rambled.

Blitz heard nothing but radio silence as Moxxie talked before he snapped, "Moxxie, shut the fuck up." Realizing Blitz wasn't in the best mood, the smaller imp scurried along. "Alrighty, then."

His silhouette joined the rest of Verosika's team as they chattered away, and (Y/N) could be seen with his arm around Verosika's shoulders. "Hello, Miss Verosika, was it? I work for I.M.P. along with (Y/N), and it is actually rather important to retain the singular parking space we were assigned because--"

"Oh, look at the little one. He's got a little bow tie." snickered one of Verosika's friends. "Please don't condescend me, ma'am." Moxxie replied, meekly. "I wanna kiss you, little guy." hummed one of the guys, eyeing Moxxie.

"A kind offer but I'm married."

"Hey, why don't you send a message from me back to your limp dick boss?" Verosika grinned as she and her friends took on a more menacing loook, ready to harrass Moxxie when (Y/N) stepped in front of him with a raised brow making the others stop and look at him in confusion.

"Didn't we just have this conversation yesterday? What do we need to get instead of jumping people sexually?" He asked, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.

"Consent." the group grumbled in unison, changing back and giving Moxxie space. Verosika noticed Blitz in the hallway and smirked. "Okay, fine, we'll send a different message then." Before the imp-incubus could question further, Verosika pulled him into a deep kiss, tongue and all, gripping his shoulders as he gripped her waist, their friends hollering behind them

"Oh, this won't stand!" Blitz exclaimed, before bursting into the door. "Alright, cunts!" The group looked at Blitz, as Verosika broke her boyfriend with how stupid good she just kissed him. (Y/N) shook his head a couple of times to clear his head as he watched his uncle approach them.

"If you're going to be shitty to my employees and dry hump my nephew in public, then I challenge you to a fucking....challenge!" Blitz boasted proudly, before deflating. "Fuck, I said that twice." "Competition is the word I'd gone for." (Y/N) quipped with a smirk. "Hush, you!" snapped his uncle.

"Hmm, is this imp boy starting a demon duel?" hummed one of the succubi. "I think he is." Verosika smiled mockingly. "What's the game then, Blitzo?"

"Every year, you STD spreaders go up topside for easy pickings, while spring break is a prime time for all kinds. So I bet, you succubitches can't fuck as many people as we can off....by the end of the day." Blitz grinned, confident in the game.

The group of sex demons laughed loudly before noticing the imp wasn't. "Oh, you're serious. Game on, bitch." grinned Verosika.

"Okay, but for the record, I am staying out of this. I'm only going topside to keep an eye on you dummies." (Y/N) hummed, kissing Verosika's cheek, before walking away with his uncle and Moxxie. "Wait, aren't you staying with us?" the pop star called.

(Y/N) shrugged. "I've still gotta do my job. May the flames of Lucifer be on your side, dear."

*End*

So idk if sex demons get STDs, there really wasn't much that I could get from the internet about that.

#storydays #x male reader #helluvaverse #helluva boss x male reader #vivziepop #helluva boss

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