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saturnsorbits · 6 months

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Benefits Denied

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Smut, Audio Voyeurism, Sero is a Whore with a jacob's ladder. Word Count: 1.8k.

Summary: Sero has fucked everyone, everyone except you.

A/N: Another thing I started, but I'll never finish...

You’re not curious.

You’re not.

Not even a little bit.

‘I’ll call you.’

Hanta's voice drifts into the living room from the hallway. It's low, gravelling in the back of his throat in the way it does when he hasn't had enough sleep. He's barely had a handful of hours, from what you can guess – the soft mewls and harsh grunts that seeped in through your wall only dying down around three in the morning. Humming low, you hear the tell-tale wetness of a kiss; the squeakiness of a parting giggle and then, the door closes.

When Hanta reappears, he's shirtless and sleepy. He scratches at his stomach, flaking black nails itching at the thick trail of black hair that slinks teasingly below the waistband of his loose sweatpants. He cocks an eyebrow while stifling a yawn with the back of his hand as he notices your staring.

No. You're definitely not curious.

Not at all...

You chew your lip, eyes dropping into your lap as you squirm under his gaze. After almost a year living together, you'd have thought you'd be used to it now: Used to him. And, yet, with every passing day there's less hope denying the way your stomach begins to burn when you catch him fresh out of the shower, or straight from his work outs. How something nestled deep inside of you seems to flutter whenever you lie awake listening to him rail the living daylights out of his chosen fancy for the night. ‘Hanta…’

‘Hmm.’ He hums, twisting at the waist to look at you.

'I...' You thought you'd be used to it, be over the butterflies by now; but you know what they say about curiosity.

His eyebrows scrunch as he crosses to the sofa, perching on its edge beside your feet. ‘What’s up…’

'Are you… Are you going to see her again?’ The words feel odd as they fall off your tongue, a thinly vailed question that disguises what you really want to ask.

Sero's eyebrows scrunch on his forehead as he processes your words. ‘Who? Mina?'

You widen your eyes and you shrug, pretending not to have learned her name from Hanta's own curled tongue. He's loud, something you've learned over the past year as his list of conquests has grown, unafraid of his own pleasure as it rolls from his mouth in a series of groans and graveled, whispered commands.

'Nah - she just needed to scratch an itch, y’know.’

Your stomach clenches. An itch. You could laugh. Living with Hanta has you feeling like you've got hives. ‘Oh.’

‘Why?' Flicking up his eyebrows, he twists more fully, laying his back against the arm of the sofa. Kicking one leg up, he wriggles it down between you and the back of the sofa and sinks deeper into the cushion.

‘Just asking…’ You swallow, trying not to focus on the way his hips jut out just enough for you to catch sight of a soft bulge below the grey of his sweatpants – or the way that, should you want to, you'd be able to crawl between those legs and nestle into his lap. 'Jirou hasn’t been around in a while either.’

Sero shrugs. ‘Started seeing some girl.’

‘And Kaminari?’

‘Going steady with Shinso.’

Your eyebrows furrow. Kaminari had been one of your favourites to listen to. His voice was low and sweet, a beautiful contrast to the ragged sounds he managed to pull from Hanta. You've never cum harder than when you've listened to Kaminari make Hanta beg for his cock. ‘Shinso?’

‘Yeah' He laughs, reaching up behind his head to grip the back of his own neck. The gesture makes the muscle of his bicep stretch, highlighting the purpling veins that pulse along its underside. 'That’s the face I pulled, but - they’re happy, y’know.' He pauses, debating. 'It's nice.’

Sinking deeper into the couch, you tilt your head and bite the inside of your cheek. ‘Yeah. Bet Monoma’s thrown a fit -.’

‘Nah. He’s doing alright.’ His tongue flicks out over his lips, doing a poor job of disguising the smirk that follows after.

‘You’re fucking Monoma?’

The muscle in his jaw ticks.

Something flares in your stomach, your mouth dropping open as you huff. This is the ugly bit. The rise of jealousy and insecurity that burns like a match in your chest, stealing your oxygen to fuel itself. ‘Is there anyone you aren’t fucking?’

Sero smirks, his eyebrows arching up on his forehead. ‘You?’

'Fuck off.’ Your glad your mouth manages to summon the insult instead of the filth playing out in your head. It's hard not to, imagine it, you mean. Sometimes you indulge, allow yourself to think of what it would be like...

How would his hands feel? His fingers, long and lithe – would he press gently inside you, or curl his fingers against the sponginess inside of you until you clenched around him and cried? Would he get lost between your thighs? His nose bumping against your clit as he licked inside of you, tongue twisting and flicking until you shook. You wonder if his cock is as big as you've heard. If the stretch would steal your breath, or have you feeling him for days afterwards.

You shift, trying to quell the heat burning between your thighs.

'Oh?' There's smoke in Sero's voice. It curls in the air and lingers, growing thicker by the second as he hitches himself a little more upright on the sofa.

'What?'

He licks his lips, wriggles until he's almost tipped over, his knees pulling up towards his chest. 'Oh...' Tilting his head, he smiles. It's large, still too large for his face despite that growth spurt back in his late teens. He wears it well now, uses it, much like he's doing now.

You try and push yourself further back into the arm of the sofa, arms crossing your chest even though you know it'll do nothing to disguise the beating of your hummingbird heart.

‘Are you -.'

'Fuck off, Hanta.' You stand, almost knocking yourself over in the process. You can't take his teasing, not now, not about this. There's only one person Sero Hanta hasn't fucked, and that speaks more volumes than you care to think about.

Storming into the kitchenette, you tip-toe to reach the tallest cupboard and pull down a cup. Your hands are shaking, a bubble swelling in your chest as you bite back the emotion threatening to swallow you whole.

'Hey...' Padding on bare feet, Hanta gives you until the kettle boils to approach. He's stooping, head tilted as he digs his hands into his pockets, pushing down until he can ball his fists against his thighs. He swallows. 'I didn't mean -.'

'It's alright.'

'It's not, I've upset you.'

You snort. 'No you haven't.'

Stepping closer, he leans against the counter besides you. 'I have...' He smiles, soft and real, the light glistening in his eyes. 'C'mon, I've known you long enough to know when I've fucked up. I didn't mean to tease, it was just banter - y'know.'

You clench your jaw. 'I know.'

Sero chews at his lip. 'Why do I feel like I'm not quite getting something?'

You shrug, but the string of your patience is already pulled taut and fraying, liable to snap at a moments notice.

'Hey...' Reaching out, he lets the pads of his fingers brush against the bone of your wrist. 'Talk to me.'

His softness hurts, causing you to flinch away. You huff, turning to face him as you let the question you've kept locked in your chest surface. 'Why haven't you fucked me?'

'What?'

'You've fucked all of our friends, you bring a new person home every week, but -.'

Sero steps back. 'Hold on, hold on... You want to -'

'Is there something wrong with me? Is it because we live together, or am I just not your type?' Now that you're talking you won't stop, it spills out of you, pooling in the air between you. 'What is it, because you haven't even made a pass at me Hanta and I'm starting to take it personally.'

Biting his tongue, he rolls his lip until he can catch hold of the black ring wrapping the plush bump. There's a spark in his eyes, one that vanquishes the slither of deep chocolate brown that is often dismissed by those less observant.

He's about to laugh, you can see it.

His eyes crinkle, mouth twisting, tongue darts out from behind his lips. He cocks his head.

You think you might slap him.

When his voice finally slips from his mouth, it's like liquid sin. 'I fucking knew it..'

Narrowing your eyes, you cross your arms across your chest; hackles risen. 'I already feel stupid there's no need to...'

Sero stalks closer. His shoulders roll, the muscles there tensing as a flash of vein glows from beneath his tanned skin. He doesn't stop until he has you boxed in against the kitchen counter, his arms bracketing you at either side even as the edge begins to dig into the middle of your back.

'Han -.'

'I knew I could hear you last night...' He smiles wicked and wide. 'How many times, huh? How many times have you fucked yourself listening to me? That is what you're doing, right?'

A shiver races up your spine forcing your straighter. There's a flood of embarrassment in your stomach, one that burns hot like bile forcing your to swallow to keep it down.

'Dirty bitch...'

You choke...

'Oh, c'mon. No point in being so shy now...' He chuckles. Lifting one hand, he strokes his knuckles down your arm and across your hip, until he can rest his hand just above your pubic bone. 'Not when I can see how wet you are for it.'

You want to deny it, but you can't. Your arousal drips from you, soaking into the old cotton underwear you wish you'd exchanged for something sexier this morning. You inhale, swallowing the shaky breath. Yeah, you'd spent the last three months listening to him rail everyone in the city, but seeing him like this first hand is enough to make your head spin.

'You know the only reason I've not had you tucked up under me is because I didn't think you wanted it, right?'

'What?'

He nods, some of his softness returning to him.

It makes your nerves settle, seeing the fracture in his persona as he returns, slowly, back to the goofy, laid back man you share an apartment with.

'Everyone I've ever slept with has chased me...' There's a blush colouring his cheeks. 'Never really done the asking out before.'

Summoning what little nerve you have left in your body, you straighten your spine and raise your eyes to meet his. You stretch, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him close until you can feel the thrum of his heartbreak through your chest. 'Hanta...'

'Mmm.' He hums, canting his hips back a touch to prevent the hardness of his cock from pressing into your stomach.

'... I'm asking.'

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azrielsdove · 5 months

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Forbidden Love: Lucien x IC!Member Reader

Warnings: Angst

***

You couldn’t help the way your eyes drank in the fire-haired male currently speaking to your High Lord. You sensed the animosity radiating off of Azriel and Cassian from next to you, their annoyance with the Spring Court ever present. You knew that it was wrong, that it would never work. You didn’t want to imagine the way your friends would react if they discovered your little crush on the emissary.

Lucien’s eyes drifted over to you, cold and hard. “Any new plans to attack the members of my court, assassin?” You rolled your eyes at his question, spinning the dagger you held between your fingers.

“As we have reminded you and your High Lord several times, those fae were traitors and not to be trusted. They were not true members of your court.” He scoffed at your answer, shaking his head.

“Why should we ever believe you? All these meetings consist of are you all acting holier than thou, speaking as if we should automatically trust you.” He sneered in your direction, his hatred for you and your court palpable.

“Please, spare us the melodramatics. Not only did I do my job, I kept your court and its members safe from further harm.” You smiled sweetly at him. “A thank you would be nice.”

You could almost feel the fire that radiated in his eyes before he turned back to Rhysand. “Tamlin has requested a personal meeting after Calanmai, to discuss ongoing efforts of rehabilitation at the Spring Court. Can we fit into your insufferably busy schedule?” Annoyance was dripping from his voice, as it usually got by the end of these meetings.

“I suppose I can squeeze you in. I’ll send a message with available days and times at my convenience.” Rhysand gave a smile that showed all his teeth, a deadly threat thinly vailed as a friendly gesture. Lucien gave an equally fake smile back before turning and leaving the room. Azriel and Cassian immediately flanked to Rhys’ side, prepared to fly back to Velaris and debrief. You headed towards the door Lucien had left from, tasked with making sure he didn’t try snooping around the Hewn City. You spotted a flash of red hair turning a corner and started after him.

The corridor you entered was empty, your senses immediately on high alert. Where had he gone? You scanned the alcoves as you passed, one dagger held ready in your hand. You were halfway down the hall when an arm wrapped tight around your waist,

pulling you back into the dark alcove you had just passed. You twisted in the hold until your blade was

pressed tight against your assailants neck, a strand of red hair brushing against your hand.

“Quick little thing, aren’t you?” He hummed, looking down at you with his arm still wrapped around you. You sneered up at him, pressing the blade a little harder on his neck. He chuckled against the dagger, his free hand coming up and tugging your hand away. You sheathed the weapon, placing your hands on his chest with a small smile. Lucien tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, hand cupping your face. “I’ve missed you.”

You pushed up onto your toes, lips brushing gently against his. “I bet i’ve missed you more,” you teased, blood heating at the wicked grin on his face.

“Is that so?” His hand moved to the back of your neck, angling you up to him, lips pressing hard to yours. You sighed into the kiss, the familiar warmth spreading through your body at his touch. The love and joy you felt with Lucien was unlike anything you had ever known. Your fingers dug into his shirt, clutching onto him as if he was your lifeline. His hand flattened against your back, pushing you tighter into him. You gave a small moan as Lucien’s lips moved to your neck, kissing and biting the soft skin.

This was what life should be.

The thought sent a bitter chill down your spine, body tensing in Lucien’s hold. A change he noticed instantly, pulling away to look into your eyes. “What is it, my love?” You felt the tears coming, the overwhelming emotion that attacked when you were most vulnerable.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide like this.” Your voice was small, Lucien sighing at the conversation you’ve had countless times.

“You know I would tell them all in a heartbeat,” he said, looking over you carefully. “My position in the Spring Court means nothing to me, if it came to that. The only thing that matters is you.” Your throat tightened at his words, the love that he held for you.

“I know, Lu.” You bit your lip, thinking. “Rhysand would never forgive me.” Your eyes fell from his in shame, focusing on your hands that still rested on Lucien’s chest. He gave another deep sigh, his hands coming up to cover yours.

“Do they not wish you to be happy?” His question was quiet, cautious. You peeked up at him from under your eyelashes, shaking your head.

“They would never accept my happiness lies with you. I’d be sent away, marked a traitor to the Night Court.” Lucien tucked one hand back under your chin, pulling your face up towards his.

“Then they don’t deserve you here. We could go somewhere else, live with each other. I’d go to the ends of this world to see you happy and at peace.” Your heart squeezed at his words as you pushed up to kiss him again. Lucien, the king of your heart.

Maybe it was time to talk with Rhysand and your friends.

***

You and Lucien stayed in that alcove for as long as you could dare, kissing and touching and whispering sweet nothings. Every goodbye got harder, an inevitable end to your little peaceful bubble. You brushed away the fallen tears as you watched Lucien head out, preparing to winnow back to the Spring Court.

You hated these moments.

You composed yourself before going back to Velaris, putting your cool and calm persona back on. A fact that bothered you, that you now felt to hide your true self from your friends. From your family.

You had been in the Night Court for a hundred years, the feared assassin that Rhysand set on his enemies. You had created a name for yourself, deadly and dangerous. You never cared about the fear you instilled in others, not until you met Lucien.

The first time he had come to your court, you instantly felt drawn to him. It had knocked the air out of your lungs, the deep connection you felt to this unknown male. By the flash of shock in his eyes you realized he had felt it too. After that meeting you had cornered him in the hall, demanding to know what magic he had used on you.

It was only minutes after that he had you pressed up against the wall, his lips doing sinful things to yours.

You knew, in your heart, that he was your mate. He knew it too. The bond you couldn’t accept, not yet. Not when you lived in two rival courts, only seeing each other when meetings were called by either High Lord.

You took a deep breath before pushing the doors open to the townhouse, a smug smile on your face. Rhysand turned towards you, raising his glass of whiskey in greeting. “Get that Spring Court scum out of my town?” He teased, a flare of anger igniting in your chest. You pushed it down, laughing instead.

“Don’t I always?” You cooed, heading towards the ever-stocked liquor cart. You grabbed whatever was hardest, only caring about easing the pain in your heart. How long could you keep this up? You loved your family, you loved the Night Court, but you knew you would never be complete without Lucien at your side. You kept your breathing calm as you poured your drink, acting as if nothing were wrong.

“I wish they’d send someone else. How did he even manage to become the Spring Court emissary? He was not born there.” Cassian was musing, his dislike for Lucien strong. He didn’t like any of the Vanserra brothers, regardless of the fact that Lucien himself didn’t care for them either. “I wonder what kind of pity story he told Tamlin to rise up in that Court. I’d wager that he is only there at the order of Beron, probably with some plan to take the High Lord title for himself.” He shook his head and took a deep drink from his glass. “We shouldn’t let him keep coming here, Rhys. Who knows what he’s really doing?”

Your hand tightened around your own glass, raising it to your lips to try to hide the rage coursing through you. It was always like this after the meetings. They would talk about how horrible Lucien is, theorize about his life. You often kept quiet, throwing in the odd comment to not seem suspicious. It felt like a stab in your gut to hear your family speak so terribly about the male you loved.

“Now, Cass, he has never given us a reason not to trust him. Any of the deals we have made he has held true to.” Rhys swirled the liquid in his glass as he spoke, a smirk on his face. “I would rather never have to see that garish face again, though. He carries himself as if he is so much better than everyone, and for what? Being the disgraced son of the Autumn Court, forced to run to his little friend for safety? Pathetic, if you ask me.” You shot back more of your drink, vision turning red. As if you are any different, you thought, immediately checking that your mental shields remained up.

“I think you give him too much credit, Cass. I’ve sent my shadows after Lucien several times and they never have anything interesting to report. He’s just a sad, lonely male.” Azriel shrugged, as if it should be obvious that Lucien had nothing going for him.

You poured more alcohol into your rapidly emptying glass. It got harder and harder to listen to them as your love for Lucien grew. “What do you think, our deadly assassin? You always follow him out, has he ever tried to speak with you? Glean any extra information about our home?” Rhys asked, cocking his head as he did.

You swallowed the drink you had just taken, forcing a cold smile onto your face. “I think Azriel is right. He never says anything, never strays from leaving. He comes to do what was instructed and then he goes. Everything he does is at the hands of another.” You felt sick to speak about him so, but you were too scared of the repercussions the truth would bring. Perhaps that made you a coward, someone undeserving of Lucien. Soon. I’ll tell them soon, you told yourself, shooting back another drink.

***

This had to be a nightmare.

You stared blankly at Rhys, unable to keep your usual calm demeanor. The look of concern on his face told you that you were blowing your cover, that he was going to know something was amiss now.

You couldn’t get yourself to breathe.

“I can select someone else, if this is an issue? My apologies, I didn’t think this would be the most difficult task i’d ask of you.” You wanted to laugh at his joke, to shake your head and smile and go along with his plan. He was right, out of all the things you had done as the Night Court Assassin, this was far from the worst. You simply had to pretend to be betrothed to Azriel.

At the next meeting.

With the Spring Court.

In front of Lucien.

As if the pain of being separate from him wasn’t enough, you would parade around in front of his eyes with a male who wasn’t him. The thought sent a stab into your already injured heart, a reminder of how pathetic you were for not just telling Rhys.

You blinked, clearing your throat. “No, uh, I can do that. Sorry, it just took me by surprise.” You knew it was a weak response, and by the narrowing of Rhys’ eyes he knew it too.

“I don’t trust that Lucien has been coming completely innocently. I have seen the way he looks at you during our meetings when he thinks no one will notice. I am worried he has been sent to try to trick you into a courtship, some sort of sick pairing between the Night and Spring courts.” His scoff of disgust sent another pang through your heart. “By alluding to your engagement to Azriel, we can observe their reaction. See if they slip up with any emotion, anything that proves my theory.” A smirk appeared on his lips. “Besides, what better pairing than my feared Assassin and Spymaster?”

You forced yourself to laugh, nodding along to his plan. “A deadly pair.”

***

You slid your hands down the front of the elegant dress you wore, looking over yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful, a deadly angel donned all in a blue so deep it was nearly black. Your hair had been twisted up, exposing the expensive earrings and necklace you wore. The gems on them direct matches to Azriel’s siphons, a silent claim that you were his.

As if the giant diamond on your finger didn’t make that clear enough.

You knew it wasn’t real, that it was all a facade. You truly did love Azriel, just not like this. Somehow even pretending to be with another male made you nauseous, uncomfortable in your own skin. You couldn’t help but worry about how Lucien was going to feel when he saw you. Would he understand none of it was real? Or would he fall for the trap Rhys had laid?

“You look lovely.” You turned to the low voice coming from your doorway, a small smile plastered onto your face. Azriel knew something about this plan upset you, cornering you about it earlier that week. You had insisted it was nothing to do with him, that there was no real issue. You faked “confidence issues”, worry that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off. You felt like he hadn’t believed you, but he did not argue further.

“As do you,” you complimented back, the words truthful. Your friend looked as handsome as ever, dressed in his finest to escort you to the meeting.

As his betrothed.

You walked over to him, placing your arm delicately in the crook of his elbow. “Let’s go raise some Hel.”

***

He believed it.

Lucien’s eyes were full of pain and betrayal as he took you in at the side of the Shadowsinger. He stared far too long at the ring on your finger, far too obvious to everyone else. Rhysand smirked from beside you, confident that his plan had succeeded.

You wanted to scream.

Azriel’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you protectively. Typically you would feel safe in his hold, but every touch from him felt like razors across your skin. Especially with the way Lucien looked at you.

There was anger there. He truly believed you had tossed him aside for Azriel. You felt sick again, swaying slightly in his grasp. Azriel’s arm tightened around you, concern on his face as he looked down. “You okay?” He murmured, not wanting to draw any extra attention to you. You nodded, looking away from him. You didn’t trust your voice.

“Allow me to extend my congratulations to you and yours, Rhysand.” Tamlin spoke smoothly, a genuine smile on his face. You realized that he didn’t know about you and Lucien. You couldn’t help but to glance over at him, your heart aching at the empty expression on his face. You wanted to scream. This plan was ridiculous.

“Thank you, Tamlin.” Azriel spoke politely, his body against yours all of a sudden too hot. Every instinct told you to run to Lucien, that it shouldn’t be Azriel you are stood next to.

“I must say, Tamlin, that you may be more clever than I gave you credit for,” Rhysand began, inspecting his nails as if this was a mindless discussion. No. No. No.

Stop this.

You need to STOP THIS.

Your mind was screaming at you, but your body was frozen in place. Horror coursed through your veins, disgust in yourself twinning with it. Why hadn’t you spoken up sooner? You looked to Tamlin, his brows furrowed as he listened to Rhysand.

“An alliance between our courts would be something extremely beneficial to you, wouldn’t it? So beneficial, in fact, that you would resort to such lowly measures to try to secure it.” Rhysand glanced up at Tamlin then, lips pursing as he took in the genuine confusion on his face. Rhysands eyes narrowed, looking between Lucien and Tamlin. “Or did you not know? What your emissary has been doing here?” Tamlin now turned to Lucien, eyes wide.

“What are you talking about?” Lucien spat out, his typical cool demeanor gone. Rhysand smiled gleefully, gesturing over to you.

Say something. You need to say something.

“Your little game you’ve been playing with my assassin. Trying to win her heart, her hand in marriage.” He laughed. “It’s too bad our Shadowsinger here got her first, isn’t it?”

Coward. Coward. COWARD.

SPEAK UP.

Lucien turned slowly to you, eyes rimmed in red. “Is this true?” His voice was quiet, broken. Your hands shook as you took him in, the heartbreak so strong you could almost taste it.

“I-I,” you stuttered out, looking to Rhysand in a panic. How could he do this to you?

How could you LET him do this to you?

You shot away from Azriel, sucking in deep breaths of air. You turned wildly to Lucien, tears streaming down your face. “No.”

Rhysand gave a cruel laugh, drawing your attention back to him. “Whatever do you mean?” He asked, venmo dripping from his words. You wanted to cower at his anger, to back away and continue on with the plan.

But you had remained quiet long enough.

You shook your head, voice growing stronger. “No.” You looked back to Lucien, every inch of you hoping you could fix this. “I do love Lucien, Rhys. But it is not how you think.” You took a step closer to him, a pathetic relief soaking through you when he didn’t back away. “I have loved him from the moment we met. I have loved him secret, hiding this part of myself from you all.” You took another step. “I wait, heart aching with the pain of being apart from him, for these stupid meetings. I stay awake at night and watch the stars, imagining him doing the same.” More tears fell, matching ones trailing down Lucien’s face as you took another step towards him. “I live for hidden moments in dark corridors, for whispers of love only when no one else can hear them. And i’m tired.” Your voice cracked as you took the final step, bringing you right in front of Lucien.

“I’m so tired,” you whispered, slowly holding your hand out to him. You needed his strength, his warmth. He glanced between your hand and face, expression unreadable.

And then he took a step back.

The air disappeared from your lungs, your knees shaking as they struggled to support you.

No. No. No.

You had to fix this. You looked towards Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian. They wore similar expressions of shock and…pity. Pity.

You fell to your knees. “He’s my mate,” you choked out, the already silent room going even quieter. As if time itself stood still at your proclamation.

“Lucien is my mate,” you said again, anger with yourself charging through you. “He is my mate and I never told anyone. I allowed us to suffer in silence, too scared to tell you the truth. I thought you’d dismiss me from Court, from your life if you found out, Rhys.” More tears fell as you watched the flicker of pain go across your High Lords face.

“No, I would never-“ He started, moving towards you.

“Wouldn’t you?” Rhys stopped as you cut him off, gazing down upon your tear stained face. “Look what we are doing right now, Rhysand. The mere thought of Lucien being interested sent you to create a whole plan to catch him.” You looked down in shame. “And I let you do it.”

You felt like you may die right there. You had waited too long to say anything, you had allowed Lucien to be humiliated in front of his High Lord and yours. You had hidden your heart too deep, too afraid of what would happen if your friends found out about Lucien. All for you to lose him in the end.

A hand appeared in front of your blurred vision.

A familiar, welcoming hand.

You looked up to see Lucien’s face, a small smile on his as he helped you up. You stood in front of him, unsure what to say.

“You want this?” He asked quietly, tucking his hand under your chin. You swallowed, nodding.

“I only want you. Now, and forever.” It was true. You realized now how silly you had been, how you never should have feared losing your friends and court. All that mattered was Lucien. The male created just for you.

“My mate,” he whispered, before pulling you in and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was full of fire and love, the now acknowledged mating bond singing. You melted into him, holding him as tight as you could. The rest of the room disappeared, leaving only you and Lucien. You felt as if you were glowing, wrapped up in the love he exuded.

You pulled away only when your lungs cried for air, smiling up at Lucien. He was yours. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought.

You turned to Rhys, grasping Lucien’s hand tight within yours. “If you wish me to go, then I will. But I will not sit and suffer and lie in fear any longer. I love you, all of you.” You looked at Lucien next to you. “My heart and soul belong with Lucien. I hope that you can accept that.”

Rhys rushed over to you, grabbing your hands into his. “How could you ever think that? I made this plan thinking he was trying to use you. If I had known, I would never-“ his voice cracked as he looked at Lucien. “I hope you can accept my sincerest apologies. I would never do anything to compromise her happiness.” You felt new tears slide down your cheeks, both relieved and embarrassed. You should have trusted Rhys, not hidden away in fear. You squeezed his hands, bringing his attention back to you.

“I should’ve told you a long time ago. I’m sorry.” He shook his head, pulling you in for a hug.

“No, i’m sorry. I never should have created an environment where you didn’t feel safe telling me this.” His eyes were shiny as he moved away, releasing you back to Lucien. “Whatever you want, I will grant. If you wish to live here I will accept you with open arms.” Tamlin stepped up next to him, nodding in agreement.

“My Court will always be open to you as well. I can’t imagine anyone who deserves this joy more than Lucien.” He gave him a broad smile, happy for his closest friend. Lucien nodded once in thanks, an arm wrapping securely around your waist. His fingers traced the diamond ring on your hand, slipping it off easily.

“I think we should replace this, don’t you?”

***

Some Time Later

You were admiring the elegant gold ring on your finger, watching the way the suns rays bounced off the firey ruby in the center of it. No matter how much time had passed you couldn’t help but be stunned by the beauty of the thing. The balcony door opened behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. A pair of lips met your neck, kissing you as you hummed softly.

“Early morning?” Lucien asked, teeth grazing your skin. You leaned harder back into him, welcoming his touch.

“Mmm. Rhys wanted to go over my upcoming assignments. He’s…worried about me completing them.” One of Lucien’s hands slid down over the slight curve of your stomach, the beginning signs of the life growing inside you.

“He’s not underestimating my wife, is he?” Lucien asked with a playful bite to your neck.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I told him it was fine, and if I felt I could not complete a task I would tell him so. He still didn’t seem convinced, if i’m being honest.”

“Hm. Perhaps i’ll have to talk to him.” Lucien turned you in his arms, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. “Let him know how perfectly capable you are.” You smiled up at him, kissing him again. Lucien tugged you close, opening your mouth with his. Ever since he found out you were carrying his baby, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of you.

Not that you were complaining.

***

#acotar x reader #lucien x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #acotar x you #acotar x y/n #lucien x y/n #lucien x you #lucien #lucien vanserra #forbidden love #azrielsdoves 1k celebration

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melanieph321 · 3 months

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If you’re writing for Riccardo calafiori i have a lil req! You work for bologna and always have to do media work with him but you’re not a fan of his attitude and make that known and in return he makes it known he doesn’t like you. Then one night you guys are at a charity event and you’re both drinking when you shouldn’t be then one thing leads to another and you’re fucking each other in one of the empty rooms of the hall😼

This is sooo good!!! 🤭🤭🤭

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 3.0

(DAY 2)

Riccardo Calafiori x Reader - Difficult Part 1/3

Part 2 Part 3

Enjoy!

Post-match interviews, just the words post-match interviews, brought you nightmares as a media manager for Bologna FC.

The preparations, as well as the handling of Italian media, was nothing your professors at school could have ever prepared you for. Neither could they have anticipated the sheer pain in the ass it would be to work with someone like Riccardo Calafiori.

"Who do I get?" You asked your boss, a native Bolognian, and the media principal for the team. He was handing out spreadsheets to each of your colleges, preparing them for the questions the different journalist and their publication may want to ask the players. It was a standard procedure after any game. However, as your boss got to you, there were no more sheets for him to hand out. Instead, he slipped you a pink Post-It note that read - Keep him happy. Keep it short.

"What's this?" You frowned reading the note.

"You're notes."

"But for who? Surely I'm gonna need a bit more than....."

"Y/N." You're boss sighed. "I'm giving you the responsibility of Calafiori tonight. Please do me the favor and make the interviews go as smooth as possible, okay?"

"Calafiori?" You protested. "I'm sorry, sir, but you've got to be kidding me, right? Bologna just lost 3-0 to Fiorentina FC."

"And let's not forget Calafiori's red card." Your boss wiped the sweat of his shiney forhead. "Look, I know that it's not ideal. But the media is eager to speak to him. Let's just make his encounter with the press as quick and snooth as possible. No distractions."

"No. I refuse."

"Please, Y/N. You've done so well before. Why not do it again? Just this one?"

It was true. The last time you had to deal with Riccardo Calafiori and his sharp temperament was in a similar context. Bologna had just been knocked out of Copa Italia after an unnecessary tackle made by Calafiori, who injured a player, which resulted in stoppage time. Enough stoppage time for Bologna to concede a late goal, ultimately losing the crucial game. Calafiori had arrived at the teams dressing room and set out to break anything in his path. That is, until you convinced him to go ahead with his post-match interviews in order to be the first player to be let go for the day. To your suprise, Calafiori agreed to your terms without arguing any further. This achievement certainly earned you some points with your boss. However, something told you that this time would be different.

You watched Bologna players flee their own locker room at the sight of a fuming Calafiori. He made his way down the stadium tunnel, hair covering his face like a dark and unraveling vail. He marched on, into the locker room, slamming the door behind him.

"How about a five percent raise on your salary?" Your boss said, his gaze also fixiated down the tunnel.

"Ten."

"Five, plus an invite to the teams next charity event in Milano."

"Deal."

"Grazie mille!"

It was set. You stuffed the Post-it note in the pocket of your jeans and made your way to the players' locker room. Surely this time couldn't be worse than the last? People change, don't they?

There was only one way to find out.

Part 2 Part 3

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #seven days of requests #riccardo calafiori #bologna fc #italia

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obsessive-valentine · 10 months

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Platonic!Mad-Scientist + Experiment!GN!Reader

A mad scientist finally crates a humanistic being, but they are so realistic he can’t find it in him to scrap them like the rest of his experiments. Readers physical age is described just as ‘young’ and later he sees them as his ‘child’, but it’s up to interpretation what they look like etc.

Many things are kept secret by the government such as labs of unethical testing and creations, from mutated virus’ to deformed animals. But the mad scientist always had his mind on something bigger, there were many failed attempts, ones that looked like Frankensteins monster others that looked menacing and uncanny or some made partially from mechanics making them to powerful.

One thing they all had in common was none of them acted like a human, none could fool him into thinking they were their own being. Until you, a completely sentient mind and on top of that you looked normal. It took years to grow you from scratch, hundreds of surgeries to be sure you’d continue growing, inserting mechanical pieces and organic but never using organs or cells from others. You were completely from scratch; a human with no lineage.

He intended to experiment on his latest success and later eliminate them to make a newer improved being. This meant he emotionally was distant once he’d brought you to life, he met your needs to keep you alive and left without a word. He continued to see you as a experiment no matter how many times you tried to get some form of comfort from your caregiver.

You were a experiment to him, not a helpless being new to the word, not a child... until you was. Visit after visit and test after test his brain began to recognise you as a person, something he’d never felt towards the rest of his uncanny experiments.

What started as flat explanations to your questions turned to conversations, bland food trays became more colourful, you was introduced to chocolate and soft blankets. He brought you a floppy stuffed dog one morning after seeing you hold onto your pillow throughout the night instead of using it for your head.

He tried to be indifferent when giving you such luxuries, leaving them behind on the floor without a word before he left or using them as bargaining chips- even though he’d give them to you anyways.

Experiments weren’t as harsh anymore and he rarely made you take needles or medicine unless he deemed necessary. Then experiments and tests stopped all together. He became withdrawn for a few weeks, fighting with his instincts telling him to keep you and look after you, while his scientist brain told him to rid of you like he’d planned.

One night he snapped. He interrupted your sleep, ripping the blankets from your grip and pulling you from the bed by your hand “come on, we’re leaving” was all he said as he pulled you out the door. Staggering behind him in confusion, he took you to his office, it was a mess of papers and files- a chalk board full of muddled writing that extended onto the walls- a small television screen displaying a image of your white cell partially blocked by test tubes and vails of weird colours.

He let go of your hand searching for paper, he found a ripped envelope and wrote on the blank side, he scribbled away -writing about his resignation, making up a story about how he found its impossible to create a true human from scratch, how he’s frustrated and loosing his mind so he’s choosing to leave for his own sakes. How he’s exterminated all prior experiments including his latest, you.

It’s was mostly a lie though, he had no intentions of killing you. You his greatest success, he’s not going to share you with the world, expose you to the cruelties of experimentation in the name of science. Not anymore.

He pins the note to his door, collects the documentations that recorded how he had made you and shoved them in his bag. Before grabbing your hand once again, taking you to his car.

You would be on days long road trip living out of the car that you had both fled the lab with, he allowed himself to grow closer to you, for his instincts to protect you. You both shopped for new clothes and games, stopped the car whenever he saw a restaurant you might like, taught you classic games like ‘I spy’ when you’d get bored.

He found a remote town and almost instantly bought a house there, sold his car with no intentions to leave, and moved all the stuff- you both had collected the past few days- into the new house. That night you watched movies on the old chunky tv left behind from the previous owner, comfortably on the sofa that was beside the fireplace, he had bathed you, cut your hair and wrapped you up in blankets. He had one more thing to do to truly feel at peace.

He sat in front of the fire place, feeding it the documents of your creation, file by file and lastly his ID badge from the lab. No body will know, you will forget over time (if not he will make you believe it was just a bad dream) and become just his kid, and him- just a single dad who moved here to start a quiet life for his child after beginning it in a rough patch. Watching the papers become ash and settling on the bottom; he placed another log ontop “Now, what can I make you for dinner?” he smiled turning to you.

#platonic yandere #mad scientist #yandere oc #+reader

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supercap2319 · 7 months

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*Edit* Peter/Venom & Carnage (Cameron Monaghan) fight over you. Please.

Y/N let's out a scream as Cletus Kasady, aka Carnage, pulled him towards him with a red web fluid. "Hey, Tiger. Ooh, my spider-sense is tingling. If you know what I'm talking about." He smirks at Y/N as the young man struggled to get away, but no vail.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt ya... really, really bad ... after we get to play together." Kasady laughs as the symbiote forms all over his body.

Y/N let's out a cry for help, and before Carnage can do anything, Peter appears behind him, only he's not exactly himself. "Leave him be! This one belongs to us." Peter/Venom said.

"Don't be such a cock block, Dad." Kasady/Carnage mocks. "There's enough of him to go around. For now. Hahaha!"

"You may be our spawn, but we will not hesitate to destroy you if you touch what belongs to us! This is our mate!"

"Sentimental Ole fool. Gosh, man, didn't know you had a soft spot, Dad. We're going to enjoy dirtying him up."

Carnage pulled, and so did Venom as Y/N was caught in the middle of a tug of war between the two symbiotes and their hosts.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #peter parker #peter parker x male reader #tom holland #tom holland x male reader #cameron monaghan #Cameron Monaghan x male reader #cletus kasady #Cletus Kasady x male reader #Venom x male reader #Carnage x male reader #spiderman comics #Spiderman x male reader

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lycanscandance · 1 year

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you catch them staring

mother Miranda] acts like she I fixing her mask then stares again

lady-d] just continues to stare, what's so wrong about admiring her perfect lover?

karl-h] he makes sure to wear his glasses so you can't see his eyes mostly cuz he likes to look at your ass

donna-b] her vail helps but when you are home alone she forgets and just looks in your eye until she realizes you're looking right back at her and get flustered

moreau-s] very indiscreetly turns away with wide eyes when you see him

ethan-w] smiles at you and giggles when you look back at him

mia-w] pretends she was looking at something behind you then when you turn to see what she sneaks up behind you to hug and kiss you

rosemary-w] just smirks at you trying to make you blush

bela-d] she's smart and watchs you thought her fly form

cassandera-d] waves at you with a big smile on her face then proceeds to fly over to you and hug you

danila-d] gets super flustered that you caught her red-handed and puts her hands over her face

#bela dimitrescu x reader #donnabenevientoxreader #ethan winters x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #ladydimitrescu x reader

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imagineseclipse · 3 months

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Proposal- Colin Bridgerton x Y/n

Part One

The bride stood up at the altar, the sunlight spilling through the stained glass windows as her head hung to the floor, her eyes trained on the carpet beneath her. A simple vail covered her hair, draping down the back of her sleek silk wedding dress. Her slender neck adorned with a solitary strand of pearls- the only piece of jewellery she would ever wear.

She lifted her head, her vision is now fixed on her soon-to-be husband, an older man standing across from her. Her sight betraying her thoughts, a mixture of fear and nervousness swimming in their depths, her mind is elsewhere caught in a whirl of uncertainty and doubt.

As her fiancée read his vows she felt a pit of dread forming in her stomach, the thought of spending the rest of her life with this man filled her with a sense of unease.

Her turn to speak came next, but her throat suddenly became dry, her heart pounding in her chest, she turned her head to glance towards her mother who nodded towards her daughter, encouraging her to carry on. The words of the vows caught in her throat, stuck behind a lump of nerves. The officiant waited patiently for a response.

“I-I… cannot” In one swift moment the clattering of the shoes against the floor sounded like a jolt of electricity alarming everyone in the quiet church. Hastily grabbing the hem of her dress, she lifts it up just enough to free her legs. And then she’s running, her dress fluttered behind her like a whisper of silk as she dashed down the aisle the way that she had entered. Her hair blowing behind her, her veil in disarray.

The guests that remained in the church gasped in surprise as the bride sped past them, the sound of her footsteps and the frantic rustling of her dress filled the air. Those on the groom's side start shouting, calling her name, pleading for her to return. Some scrambled to their feet, trying to chase after her, but she was too fast. The wedding had turned into a scene of utter confusion and pandemonium.

The groom and his parents were in a state of shock but they quickly snapped into action. The groom, realising that his bride had just deserted him at the altar, started to run after her, followed closely by his parents and your own. They pushed through the guests, their faces a mix of anger and incomprehension, determined to catch the runaway bride and to bring her back to the ceremony.

The girl ran as fast as her legs could carry her, the material from her dress flowing out behind her in the wind, turning a corner she thought she was safe for the moment, when suddenly her body crashed into another. The force of the impact knocked her off her feet, the man who she had just crashed into began to fall back from the collision, but not before catching her in his arms.

The stranger landed on his back, his arms encircled her in a protective embrace cushioning her fall. It was unexpected and they were both left reeling for a moment, tangled together on the ground.

“My lord m-my deepest apologies”you stuttered out quickly, unraveling yourself from his grasp. You pushed yourself up off of the ground, offering your hand to the man you had just collided with, your eyes flickered around your surroundings trying to find the angry wedding goers. Terrified that they were catching up to you.

His gaze couldn’t help but linger on the woman in front of him as he slipped his hand into yours despite the chaotic situation. He was struck by your appearance, the way your stray hairs blew in the breeze, your cheeks that were tinted red from the running. The wedding dress you were wearing-

“Is this your wedding dress?”Colin Bridgerton spoke out suddenly his eyes widened, you pulled him up from the ground. Your hand still clasped his in a tight grip, as he spoke aloud your head involuntarily turned to face him, your eyes meeting for the first time.

Your heart skipped a beat as you took him in, your eyes tracing over the contours of his face, his long brown hair fell over his forehead, giving him a ruggedly handsome look that you couldn’t ignore, his clothes were slightly disheveled from the fall.

“I am so sorry my lord, I didn’t mean to knock you to the ground like that I was foolish and I wasn’t aware of my surroundings”you shook your head, nervously rambling. Before you could answer the Lord’s question regarding your wedding dress the sound of shouting and footsteps approaching got louder, this time catching the attention of the man whose hand was still intertwined with yours.

“I have to go”your words came out in nothing but a whisper as you began to pull your hand away, your mind racing with the thoughts of the wedding party growing closer. His grip on your hand was gentle but enough to keep you close. He spun you so that you were facing him again, concern evident in his expression when he glanced down at you.

“My lady are you in danger, are you okay?”he noticed the panic starting to take a hold of you-your breathing becoming erratic. His voice was serious, but somehow comforting. Again the words had gotten caught in your throat as one single tear managed to fall onto your face.

You didn’t answer, but your frightened expression told him all that he needed to know, he spoke urgently trying to calm your panic.

“I have a carriage, waiting around the corner”he nodded his grip on your hand still firm.

“You can have a ride, to wherever you are headed”Colin quickly offered. Your heart swelled at the idea of someone trying to help you, your eyes widening with surprise and thankfulness.

But you couldn’t go with him, firstly the two of you were strangers in passing, you weren’t married, to be seen together without a chaperone was shameful, and could ruin a persons reputation if someone caught sight. Not to mention you were in a wedding dress running away from your own ceremony.

Lord Bridgerton saw the hesitation on your face, and the reason behind it. However he was determined not to let you go.

“Please” he pleaded, his tone soft. “This does not feel right. You are in trouble, let me assist you. I do not care for gossip or scandal. My carriage is around the corner, you would be safe there. You do not have to return to those people” It was almost as if he was promising that to you.

You nodded slowly, realising that you had no choice. Within seconds you began following him, your hand remaining in his as he hurried you away from the area. The commotion coming from the wedding party fading into the background, replaced by the sounds of your own breaths and the clatter of your collective footsteps. You stumbled a little, falling slightly because of your heeled shoes getting caught on the bottom of your dress.

Colin was quick to adapt, noticing that your shoes were slowing you down. He stopped in his tracks and without a moment of hesitation he dropped to the ground balancing on one knee, peering up at you for permission.

You nodded, your mouth falling open slightly with shock as you watched him lift the hem of your dress, unbuckling your heels and slipping them off of your feet, holding them tight in his left hand, extending out his right hand for you to take. The gesture was a mix of practical and strangely intimate and you couldn’t help but be touched by it.

You caught a glimpse of the carriage awaiting you, it felt like freedom. He lifted you into the carriage, you let out a small gasp at the motion before he climbed in himself swinging the door shut afterwards.

The silence was heavy, only broken by the sound of your ragged breaths as you tried to regain your composure. Sitting across from him, your dress spilling out around you on the leather seats, your hair static from running. You eventually found each other’s gaze, and for a moment you sit there, simply staring at each other, the only sound the rhythmic clopping of the horse’s hooves outside.

You were the first to break the silence entirely, your voice laced with gratitude. Stammering out a thank you.

“It wasn’t your position to help me, but you proceeded to anyway. That is admirable and so very brave and kind however I cannot let you into any more inconvenience and trouble, so you can just drop me off down the street and I will travel from there”you spoke out gently, but certain.

Colin Bridgerton leant forward in his seat the protest clear in his tone.

“I’m going to London, I’m taking you all the way to where you need to go. I’m certainly not going to drop you off in the middle of nowhere when you have nothing to support you”

You shook your head, your confusion mingling with a growing sense of wonder. Why is this stranger going so far out of his way to help you? You glanced up at his sharp profile, illuminated by the carriage lamps, his eyes serious and his mouth set in a determined line. Even with his stern expression he was infuriatingly beautiful.

“Where are you headed to?”he asked, curious as to what your answer would be.

Colin noticed the doubt on your face as you hesitated to answer his question about your destination. It was clear you did not have a plan, that you didn’t know what to do or where to go next. His expression softened a fraction, a hint of concern in his eyes.

The Bridgerton couldn’t explain exactly what it was about you, he just knew that he didn’t want to leave you, that he didn’t want you to go off on your own. Was it your innocence, the rawness of the situation? Maybe it was the way his heart beat differently whenever your eyes would meet. An insane, yet intoxicating idea began to form in his mind. A plan so unexpected and abrupt it felt so right. His thoughts were interrupted by your words.

“If we are to travel together I do not want you to think I am a con artist, I do not want you to think that I dabble in adultery of any kind. I couldn’t go through with the wedding because it wasn’t my choice to marry, my father owed a distasteful man a lot of money, and they couldn’t afford to pay it back. So they chose to pay by making me marry a man that is twice my age”Shame clung loosely onto your words, hanging your head.

He listened intently, his eyes never leaving your face as you started to explain. His expression remained solemn but curious, absorbing your words. As you mentioned the fact that your family had offered your hand in marriage to settle their debt, a flicker of anger passed through his eyes, quickly replaced by sadness.

“What are you going to do now?”he uttered out, his concern growing once again. You shrugged, your expression a sign of acceptance.

“I do not know”you answered honestly this time, your voice quiet and steady. “I suppose I will just keep on going. Find somewhere to reside, find myself some work.”You seemed to have resigned yourself to a difficult future.

He couldn’t help but feel indignant on your behalf, angered by the thought of your suffering because of your parents’ actions. He took a breath, gearing up to say something that he knew was insanity, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was right. After a moment’s hesitation he proposed his idea.

“Come to London with me?” he blurted out, his tone almost too casual to believe the intensity of the suggestion. “For the season. I’m just returning back to my family home from travelling abroad”he continued.

You couldn’t hide your astonishment at his suggestion, your eyes wide in surprise. You coughed out a question, your voice reflecting her confusion.

“Why?" you asked, shaking your head. "Why are you doing all this for me? We are strangers”

Colin could see the bewilderment in your eyes, the way your head shook slowly as you tried to make sense of his proposition. He leaned forwards slightly, his gaze meeting yours steadily.

“Because you need help," he said simply. "And I want to be the one to give it to you."

You looked at him, your confusion slowly giving way to curiosity. The biggest flaw in his plan was glaringly obvious: you were not married, and society would frown upon a woman travelling with a man who wasn’t her husband let alone living with him.

“But how would that even work?” You stammered. “We are not married, I would never want to bring shame and gossip upon your family”

You noticed a glimmer in his eye before he uttered out two words that made your head spin.

“Marry me”

“I beg your pardon”the words fell out from your mouth involuntarily like you had just regurgitated them.

“If we become engaged to marry, you may have a room in my estate house, I would be able to support you with clothes, and money. When the season ends, we do not have to marry but you will have enough to start fresh. Somewhere new-not to mention you would be helping me a great deal aswell it would keep my dearest mother and the ladies back home at bay.”

He could see the disbelief in your eyes, the way your jaw hung open as if the words were beyond your understanding. He knew he was asking a lot, proposing marriage after only just meeting and under your circumstances. He spoke calmly, attempting to reassure you.

“What is your name, My Lord”a whisper left your lips.

He chuckled slightly at your response, understanding that even with this proposal, he’d forgotten the most basic form of introduction. He held out his hand to you, waiting for you to take it. When you did, he smiled brightly, his grip gentle. “Colin Bridgerton,” he said, his voice clear and smooth.

“Lord Bridgerton, my name is Y/N Y/L/N”you offered shaking his hand.

He smiled at the sound of your name, the way the syllables rolled off your tongue. As your hands met in the handshake, he kept his grip firm, your hands lingering in the connection for a moment. “Lady Y/N Y/L/N” he repeated, testing out the feel of your name.

His grip loosened, but not completely, his fingers still holding onto yours lightly. “Please, call me Colin,” he said, his tone warm and informal.

His eyes bore into yours, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone-becoming raspy sending shivers down your spine. Without breaking the connection between your hands, he leaned forwards a fraction growing even closer together, his head tilting slightly. And then, a soft, simple word escaped his lips.

“Will you?”

A moment passed before a small smile etched itself onto your face.

“Colin Bridgerton, you are quite possibly the craziest man I have ever had the honour of being acquainted with”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips as you spoke, using his full name in that sweet tone of yours.

“You are very much dressed for the part Y/n”he teased in that same low tone that made you blush, you let out a light laugh, staring down at the wedding dress you had been wearing for hours.

“I suppose you are right”you grinned.

“Am I to consider that a yes?”You tried to ignore the glimmer of hope that glazed over his eyes. You couldn’t believe that you were considering it, but you nodded accepting his proposal.

Colin let out a sigh of relief, one that he didn’t know he had been withholding, the two of you breaking into a fit laughter as you both looked forward to the adventure ahead.

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sugarrrsweett · 7 months

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“no grave can hold my body down I’ll crawl home to her”

Angst no happy ending

Warnings(death)(just utter sadness)

ꨄ

Everything had gone wrong, wrong wrong wrong. Nobody knew where to start from the bad intel to the breaking news that would rock not only the entire team of 141 as a whole but their families. Simon was a man who didn’t have much of a heart to hear beating but joined the military with sorrow and he would leave with it too.

As he lay there everything falling before him, he’d heard stories of people seeing their lives flash in the face of death as a lookbook of sin and glory.

The smile that spread across his chapped, thin lips, too far gone to see the way prices head bowed as his eyes glazed over.

He remembered the day of glory no day ever would amount in comparison.

The air was peached and refreshing, the men standing behind him that had grown as he had through the parts of his life that mattered now.

The beautiful scenery that surrounds them, the ocean dark blue but shinning as the moon scattered across its horizon, the breeze chilling but not cold the anticipation building in his guts.

The men and everyone outside stood to their feet as the music plays the familiar tune. Here comes the bride. It was amazing the he stood unmasked in the night unfazed and comfortable.

Unmasked he was, he had released himself from the shouldering worry of enemies he had let ghost go this was just Simon Riley. A soft chuckle and a thought…..

His wife, his beautiful beloved wife. The beautiful hibiscus bundled in her hands the lace vail blowing down the front of her face the tears cascading down his face were a sight when the music had ended and he’d had his hands in yours.

The pastors voice drowned out by the captured gaze between him and his bride a warm cough, from said pastor signaling it was time for vows to be exchanged taking the diamond ring that was everything she’d ever want to her finger after repeating the pastors vows he gave some of his own.

“I vow that when death takes my hand

I’ll hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime I breathe in

I vow to never let you fret, cry or be scared as long as I am on earth

I vow to understand, please and thank you for accepting my deepest love till death fights me down

I love you”

He’d done his very best to life up to that, and he had succeeded no matter how far or near he was he made sure to call or send a message in some way to let you know he was still here and loving you.

It wasn’t very long before the weight on his body got a little heavier, he remembered the second greatest day of his life.

“Guess what!” His newlywed wife asked

“Wha’” the gruff man responded a wide smile on his thinner lip, with her simple ask his eyes were closed and his hands were out and open.

A delicate picture frame had appeared in his hands it was there wedding photo blown up and framed in a white wooden frame.

“It gorgeous hon’” was all he could say it took the breath from him. Thinking about that day still felt like a dream but having the proof in his hands was spectacular.

“What’s wrong?”

“Um… I got a call from John there a mission that he wants me on I know that after we got married I said I’d retire and I will be he needs me this will be the last one I promise love”

And He’d later go on to get the photo tattooed on the whole of his back as a mural for you by him.

He knew he was dying not when he heard his yelling caption asking him to hold on just a little longer, soap calling for him to keep his eyes open nor the evac arrive airlifting him to a hospital.

It was when he couldn’t hear your voice anymore, when your face got blurry when he tried his damn hardest to see it he knew it was over.

But he needed to make good on his word, he had to get back to you to say a goodbye weakly raising with wired hands the monitors ringing away.

Not that he could tell the difference between them or the ringing in his ears price jumping up to try and settle him. “Riley lay down you’re going to make it worse.” He firmly but yet scared told him man.

Shaking his had left to right “call er” he rasped out “call er now I need my wife!” Death was going to take him yes but it wasn’t going to take his last moment from his wife.

You don’t know how you got to the hospital but you did just in time charging your way past anything, breathing only with your gotten spotty vision jumping to his side and his arms.

“This isn’t My choice hon but I hope I did well being your love but please find another” it would kill him again to watch you from beyond drowning in sorrow.

“I don’t want them I want you” you tired you hardest to not break down to make him feel like he did anything wrong.

He didn’t this was all out of either of your control.

“You have me you’ll be the only one to have me.”

There it was the weight was much too heavy to fight and he had a light heart hold his loved hands in one death on his chest.

He laughs at the thought he had all those years ago

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missbunnybunny · 1 year

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* You have a new message from Widow.*

*Ghost opens message*

Widow:

Ghost: Who's driving? How did that happen?!?

Ghost: Widow respond! What the fuck is happening??

Widow: soap, and I don't know🤷🏽‍♀️.

Ghost: my office, NOW.

_ in the office_

Soap: she lied ! It was her. *pointing at Widow like a kid *

Ghost: Widow's taking the video. 😐😑😐

*Widow :You have activated my trap card*

Widow: hehehe, ya played ya self. * Snickering behind gaz and König*

Soap: I can't believe you.

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*Widow watching soap and Ghost train while eating her Popsicle*

*Ghost does this to soap*

*Widow, almost choking on her Popsicle*

Widow: Kaff! Kaff!

*König hitting her back*: You alright, maus?

Widow: Is he dead 😨???

Ghost: No, he's just being dramatic 🙄 😒.

Soap: Grandma, is that you? am coming.

Widow: No- she Dead.

* My guy soap, seeing the light*

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Ghost: What are you laughing at?

Widow: It looks like the recruits are having a good time. * 🤣🤣*

*Ghost looking outside the window.*

Ghost: Huh,was that Graves? * points to the person getting attacked*

Widow: si, best hilight of my day. *Wipping tears off her eyes* Ah~...hahaha!🤣

Widow: Can I have the recording later?

Ghost: Why not. I'll get a copy, too.

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*Widow explaining what happened to ghost*

Ghost: Repeat that again.

Widow: Wait - no, ma. You see what had happened was😅.....

Ghost: 😶

Ghost:......Your ground.

Widow: Come on, am not 12!!

Ghost: to your room, young lady.

Widow: Fine, but soap was the one that did it. I didn't take the missile and blow up grave's house it was an accident.

*Ghost was left even more confused than when this started. Being a parent is so hard.*

🎶A single mom who works two jobs

Who loves her kids and never stops

With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter

I'm a survivor🎶*

♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•°♡•

*Saop and gaz doing stupid shit *

Ghost: I'm surprised you're not doing it as well.

Widow: Nah, at the top, they have to pass a bush. That shit poison Ivy, no way am touching that!

Ghost: Why didn't you stop them?

Widow: cuz, they having fun, and they look happy😊. Also, if they get sick, I get to eat their snacks.

Ghost: That's vail. Good on ya, kid.

Widow: i think we should probably stop them. I think gaz is gonna go flying at any moment now.

Ghost: ya right.

* A few seconds later, gaz did go flying for a few meters or so* ( super Mann 🦸🏾‍♂️ wushh)

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ficsbynats · 2 months

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❝ And maybe, all will be better now ❞

Part 1

In which you accept that your heart lies with katsuki and katsuki only, and run to reach him, hoping -praying- you reach him in time.

Content: fantasy!bakugou x princess!reader, epic chase™, reader is just a tad bit dramatic, fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw, 1k words.

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So you ran. Faster then you've ever ran before. Before the doors had a chance to open to a terrible fate, you let go of everything and ran the opposite direction.

You made your way to the carriages, praying that they be still there. Running as swiftly as your heavy dress would allow. You ran through the carriages searching for that one.

"Princess!!!", Relief flooded your senses when you heard the voice of kirishima and spotted the pale carriage. Instantly you saw kaminari mount his horse and kirishima open the carriage door.

But as fate would have it, just as you slid into the carriage, your dress caught on the door. As you and kirishima both turned to remove it, you hear hoove stomps. You give a look to kirishima, "quick! go, just drive the carriage. Get us out of here."

"But princess your dress-"

"I don't care about the dress, quick! they're coming!"

Giving you a nod kirishima mounted his horse and just as quickly the carriage moved forward. Before long you were out of the mansion grounds and moving towards the road that leads out of town.

But the knight squad was on your tail. Seeing them out the window you had an idea. You looked over to the front of the carriage seeing both your friends struggling to keep ahead and said "hey, can you guys slow down a little? Just as long as they can get like a feet within range?"

"Are you crazy?!", You heard kaminari scream.

"No, just trust me!"

After a moment of silence, whence you imagined both guys exchanged glances, you felt the carriage slow down. Then with the sharp edge of the inner caricature of the carriage you tore your netted Vail in half as well as the hem of your dress. Now with a bunch of heavy, white, bedazzling fabric in your hands you opened the back window of the carriage.

Lo and behold you met face to face with a horse just a few feet behind. With all your might you threw the garment straight in it's face. The horse disoriented and the knights behind your carriage lost formation.

"NOW RUN!", You screamed back.

Thankfully with their skills, you successfully managed to evade the knight squad that was in your pursuit. It wasn't long before the city gates were visible. It wasn't long before you crossed the bridge leading into the city, it wasn't long before you could see the red tents hauled up a few ways from the main traveling road.

But it was long enough.

It was long enough before you saw him again. His face evident with shock when he saw the carriage charging at him in such a rush, before slowing down mearly a few ways ahead of him. The horses now slowed to a trot as the carriage approached the campsite. But it was long enough, so without thinking you swung the doors open and heaved your dress up and ran.

Ran to him, dress torn and your veil swishing in the breeze, until finally you reached his arms and captured him in a hug. Holding onto him like a lifeline.

With tears falling down your cheeks, your voice cracked as you told him, "Thank you. Thank you for coming back. Thank you for not abandoning me. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry how horrible I was to you." , and cried in his arms.

And he let you, of course he did. His arms only tightened around you, as if he never wanted to let you go again. He was never the best with words, you knew that better then anyone. So, just like that, both of you stood there for a long time, and you would've kept standing there for an eternity perhaps if the universe allowed.

But he was never good with words, you knew.

When you softly pulled away, you realised the crock of your neck was wet and katsuki had his eyes closed. You put a hand on his shoulder to steady him, then he finally looked at you. It had been months since you had last seen those ruby eyes. As much as you wanted to get lost in them right now, you had something important to say. So you looked up at him and smiled then you got down on one knee, finally speaking up in a scratchy voice, "katsuki bakugou, heir to the viking tribe, will you do me, the fourth princess of the northern kingdom, the honor of marrying you?"

Then you heard laughter, the sound that heard so rarely but everytime you savour the memory. Just what you had wanted, "hell, princess, that's supposed to be my line, you idiot!", to which he unhooked a chain from his neck and took out the ring showing it to you, in response to which you did the same, as you stood up to face him.

Promise rings you had swapped long ago. The rings finally found their rightful place on the ring finger of both of your hands.

"Hah, yes princess. I will.", katsuki replies to your question with a scoff and then pulls you into a kiss.

The future is uncertain. You both potentially have two kingdoms after you, but that doesn't matter right now. Katsuki is beside you again, right where he should be. The world makes sense again.

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A/n: And that's a wrap. This is by far the longest fic I've written (unless you count my failed Wattpad fic (•_•⁠;⁠), this was all supposed to be a single post but it was too big so I decided to slice it up. Now I'll be going back to hibernation until I get a new idea. Meanwhile, check out the other fics on my blog? As always, stay safe and take care ♡

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fyodior · 2 years

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「BEST FRIENDS BROTHER」

⋆ PAIRING ➙ chuuya x afab reader

⋆ NOTES ➙ welcome to kinktober fic 2! sorry i've been a bit slow in posting, it has been a crazy month. thank u so much to everyone who interacts with me and my fics!! 🧡

⋆ CW ➙ virgin killer!chuuya, corruption kink, use of fem pet names (princess, baby girl, etc), mating press, mild breeding kink, mild persuasion by chuuya, minor age difference, mentions of alcohol/intoxication, 18+, minors DNI!!

WC ➙ 3.3k

it is not directly stated, but both reader and chuuya are above the age of 18

The first time you and Chuuya fucked was inevitable. The sexual tension that had grown between the two of you in the previous years had become impossible to ignore, despite the less than ideal circumstances. He was your best friend’s brother, after all.

It wasn’t completely out of the blue, though. There were drunken, high, or just plain desperate moments that had led up to this. Moments where Chuuya had very intentionally came into your friend’s room dressed in thin, gray sweatpants that sat low on his hips and no shirt just to have pointless conversations. He would leer at you with half-hooded blue eyes as you tried to avert your gaze, but your eyes could never help but to wander back to the sharp lines of his toned abdomen, and the way the V leading downwards called your name. The way his messy red hair looked so soft and all you could think about was how it would feel to run your fingers through it.

You tried to ignore it. Tried to ignore the calculated light touches and brushes against you in the hallways. The almost imperceptible feel of his hand over your lower back with a mumbled ‘scuse me and the “accidental” grasp of your fingers when you handed him the saltshaker at the dinner table. But ignoring it was impossible. His touch was electrifying, and his presence was irresistible. You couldn’t help but feel a fluttering in your core every time he looked at you.

There were multiple issues with this attraction, but two were the most obnoxious. The first obviously being his role as your best friend’s brother, and you knew that that would feel like a complete and utter betrayal. It’s not like you had ever discussed how they would feel if you fucked their brother, but it could be assumed. The second issue manifested even more turmoil inside you. You were a virgin – a complete and utter virgin. You had never even held hands romantically or had your first kiss yet, let alone had any sort of sexual contact. So, the first time you fell into Chuuya’s bed, you thought your heart was about to give out with how fast it was beating.

Don’t worry, love, he had whispered into the darkness. I’ve got you.

He didn’t lie. Though he encouraged you through a poorly hidden vail of desperation, he was patient and kind. He pet your hair and encouraged you sweetly as you attempted to take his sizable cock into your mouth, and only hissed a little when you accidentally grazed your teeth against him.

It didn’t matter to him in his mind; no amount of teeth or poor technique could deter him from chasing you. He had wanted you for so long, he wasn’t going to give up then. Improvement could always be made.

This continued for longer than you liked to admit, with countless quick handjobs, blowjobs, and fingering with your best friend in the next room, under the guise of a trip to the bathroom during a sleepover. Before long, every single time you stepped foot into that house to visit led to a secret rendezvous behind closed doors. One your friend could never, ever know about. The guilt ate you alive, and the feeling of betrayal and secrecy loomed over you like a dark cloud, but you couldn’t seem to stop. Chuuya’s fingers and mouth were your addiction, and it seemed that no amount of remorse could keep you from coming back for more. And if your friend ever noticed the remnants of dried cum in the corners of your mouth after a supposed shower, they never commented on it.

But one line that took a little more convincing to cross, was full on sex. That somehow felt like an even worse offense to your best friend that you could never recover from, but vodka was one hell of a motivator.

It was your friend’s surprise birthday party, one that you had spent the better part of a month planning. It was a huge get together at their house with all of your friends from school with intricate decorations, an expensive professional cake, and enough alcohol to get an entire army wasted. It was going to be a great night. And if all of this was partially fueled by the guilt you still harbored from years of sneaking behind their back, then no one ever had to know.

You hadn’t really wanted to invite Chuuya as you knew how dangerous his presence was, but it was his house too. It felt wrong kicking him out or keeping him from his sibling’s birthday. So you swore up and down to yourself, and to Chuuya, that nothing would happen that night. It couldn’t happen.

“You cannot seduce me tonight, asshole,” you had hissed at him as the two of you set out the snacks in the kitchen. He was being nice enough to help you set up for the party, though he refused to wear a shirt. He claimed it was too hot to be fully clothed, but you could see the goosebumps on his arms. He was all too familiar with the effect his body had on you.

“Fine, fine,” he conceded, laughing as he held up the palm of his hands in defeat. “No seducing, I swear.”

“Good,” you replied with a tone of finality. Though his words sounded far from convincing, you didn’t have the time or energy to argue.

Things were going well – at first. Your friend was ecstatic and shocked by the surprise, tackling you with a hug and a thousand thank you’s, and the mood of the party was perfect. The music was good, the socializing was good, the food and cake were good, everything was good. You started to think you were in the clear, that the night would pass without any incidents. You would soon realize you were a complete idiot for thinking that.

You had meant to keep your drinking to a minimum, partaking in the fun cocktails but never getting more than tipsy, as you knew yourself well enough to know that alcohol was essentially an aphrodisiac for you. But without even realizing it, one drink slipped into your hand, turned into two, three, four, until you eventually lost count. You danced unashamedly with your best friend in the living room amongst the crowd of people, all inhibition drained from your body. You were too intoxicated to notice the way Chuuya eyed you from his spot leaning against the wall, and how his desires and restraint disappeared as he too threw back a few too many shots.

As the older brother, he wasn’t as well acquainted with all the partygoers, and he quickly grew bored of the surface-level small talk he was forced to have over and over. He had his sights set on you, and the promise he made was soon forgotten. So, with an almost empty gin and tonic and only bad intentions in his hands, he made his way over to you.

You jumped at the sudden presence of a warm hand against the exposed skin of your back, stealing your attention away from the drunken conversation you were having with your best friend. Your expression soured as you turned around to identify the culprit.

“Hey, Chuuya!” your friend exclaimed loudly, pushing past you to capture him in a clumsy hug. He laughed as he caught them, squeezing back tightly. Every instance you witnessed of their positive sibling relationship only contributed to the guilt inside you.

“Hello, love, happy birthday!” he replied with a look of adoration on his face. “Are you having a good time?”

“A great time,” they slurred, giggling. “Isn’t (y/n) such an amazing person?”

Chuuya smirked, laughing. “Absolutely amazing.”

Your eyes widened at this. You were shitfaced, but you knew that look of his all too well. The look that screamed you’re mine. He smoothly moved back towards you before leaning close to your ear.

“Come with me,” he whispered, words almost inaudible against the blaring of the music and chatter all around you. Your breath hitched in your throat and squeezed your thighs together, embarrassed at how fast three unassuming words from him turned you on. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I said no seducing,” you asserted, keeping your voice low so as not to catch the attention of your oblivious friend just a few feet away.

“The thing is, I don’t care.” You could only stare at him. “Come with me,” he repeated before gripping your wrist tightly.

“I need to steal (y/n) away for just a second to discuss your birthday gift, is that okay?” Chuuya asked his sibling, but you knew it wasn’t actually a question. You prayed they would say no, give you some strength to resist the growing desire inside you.

“Of course!”

Chuuya smirked.

Fuck.

With permission granted, Chuuya dragged you towards the hallway, surveying your surroundings to ensure no one witnessed the two of you entering his room. Though you were well aware he honestly couldn’t give a shit. He pulled you into the room before pushing you against the wall, lips immediately pressed to yours. Your mind reeled as you heard the click of the door locking, and the shuffling of Chuuya kicking off his shoes. You were strong, but not strong enough to resist Chuuya like this, so against your better judgement, you stopped putting up a fight. You melted into the messy kiss, throwing your arms around his neck as your mouths clashed together. It was all teeth and tongue and saliva, but you couldn’t help but lean into it harder.

“Now I’ve got you,” he growled into the kiss. He pushed his knee in between your legs, using his thigh to rub slowly against your core, and you moaned.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, Chuuya was quite desperate at this point, and wasted no time undoing the button of your jeans to shove his hand inside, past your panties. He was more than pleased to feel the wet spot that had already formed.

“So wet already.” You could only whimper in response. “So fucking needy for me.”

Your clit was already throbbing at this point, the alcohol coursing through your veins speeding up the process exponentially.

“Please,” you couldn’t help but whine. More than happy to oblige, Chuuya shoved two fingers inside your hole and started pumping them in and out of you, making you yelp.

Though you were drunk and very turned on, it was not yet lost on you that you still had never gone all the way before. You’d done everything in between, but you still had never experienced having Chuuya inside you. And as much as you wanted it, guilt be damned, it admittedly scared you. So as he flung you onto the bed, undoing his own jeans, your hand flew to his chest.

“Chuuya, wait,” you said, voice shaking. He was quickly snapped out of the haze he was in, stopping in his tracks.

“What’s wrong?”

“I- we- we’ve never gone this far before,” you whispered, unable to meet his gaze though he hovered over you.

“You’re right,” he said. He was briefly lost in thought for a moment before leaning back over you, arms braced on either side of your head. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you feel good and safe,” he cooed.

And though your nerves weren’t completely washed away, your libido and his hands on you overshadowed the doubt. He didn’t quite give you the chance to be scared.

Before you knew it, both of your pants had been removed, leaving you only in your underwear as his mouth latched onto your neck, licking and biting at the sensitive skin under your jaw. Your tiny whimpers were going straight to Chuuya’s cock, and he was already starting to leak precum into his boxers.

His hand trailed down your body, fingers grazing lightly over your stomach before reaching your panties again, gathering your slick onto his fingers as lube before he began rubbing circles around your throbbing clit. You threw your head back hard against the pillow, an involuntary groan rising from your throat. Though you had never gone all the way, the two of you had hooked up enough times for Chuuya to know exactly how to best get you off. Though you knew there was a crowd of people not far from the room you two were locked in, including your best friend of many years, you couldn’t help the moans you let out with increasing volume.

As much as he tried to retain some element of composure, he was too drunk and too turned on to ignore the aching in his erection for much longer.

“I need you so fucking bad,” he groaned into your ear, biting at the skin just below it. “Need to be inside you right now.”

Your breath hitched at his forwardness, and your inhibitions melted away. You made eye contact with him before whispering please, and that was all Chuuya needed to hear.

With no interest in wasting time, Chuuya yanked his boxers just past his knees and pushed your panties to the side before lining himself up and sinking into you and bottoming out immediately. He had planned to allow for some adjustment period, but he couldn’t help himself anymore.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you screamed much louder than you should’ve, hoping that the blaring music and intoxication of the crowd kept you anonymous. It hurt a good bit, his cock being longer and girthier than his fingers, but the overwhelming pleasure that washed over you outweighed the discomfort. Plus, you kind of liked the burn; the idea of him being so big you could barely take him. Your legs wrapped tightly around his slim waist, pulling him even closer to you. You suddenly had the desire to be completely filled up by Chuuya, and only wanted more.

“Fuck Chuuya, feels so fucking good,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, darling,” he groaned into your ear.

He soon fell into a rhythm, wet, slapping noises filling the room as he thrusted into you with force. You could feel the fat tip of his cock nudging against your cervix over and over, and it was a new feeling you couldn’t get enough of.

Soon, Chuuya had thrown your legs over his shoulders to force himself into you even deeper, insistent on filling you up as much as he could. Your knees were flush against your shoulders as he fucked into you, and sparks of pleasure rippled all the way to your fingers and toes with every single thrust. Every single guttural sound imaginable mixed with cries of his name tumbled from your lips as your senses were completely overloaded with Chuuya and Chuuya only.

The muscles in your hips screamed in pain as he pressed you into the mattress even further, but you barely even noticed. Your hands were currently tangled in his thick, red hair, unconsciously yanking as he abused your poor cunt. You could feel a mixture of his precum and your slick dripping out of you steadily, forming a pool on the sheets and amplifying the dirty sounds of sex that you were sure could be heard through the walls at this point.

“You’re being so fucking good for me, baby,” Chuuya said, voice low and gravelly. “Can’t believe I get to be your first time.”

“Yes, yes,” you whined. “Harder, need- need more.”

Chuuya laughed at that. “So greedy for a little virgin.”

Though he teased, he fulfilled your request, driving impossibly harder into you, shaking the bedframe so hard it banged against the wall. This brand new feeling of being completely full and stuffed was addicting and you couldn’t get enough.

You tensed your walls around Chuuya’s cock as you threw your head back with a moan, and he grunted at the sudden tightness.

“So fucking tight and wet, so perfect for me, ‘m not sure how much longer I can last, princess. Wanna come inside you and fill you up.”

The dirty talk and pet names were getting to you in ways you never knew they could, making your head spin and turning you on impossibly more.

While he continued to fuck into you with force, Chuuya lowered his head to bring his mouth to your breast. His tongue started near your collarbone and wandered down, biting and sucking at the meat of your breast, before arriving at your hard nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, and you gasped as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive area. This was completely new to you too, as he had given you hickies on your chest in the past but had never taken it fully in his mouth before. He seemed to be well-versed in the practice though, somehow knowing exactly how to flick his tongue and graze his teeth over your nipple, and you yelped and squirmed underneath him. One hand still had a firm grip on Chuuya’s hair while the other had grabbed a fistful of the sheets and squeezed it tight.

While your mind reeled at the feeling of his mouth on your breast and the way he fucked you good, you didn’t notice him reach his hand down to begin massaging your swollen clit, his fingers rubbing the neglected area with expertise. This added stimulation was completely overwhelming you and your senses, and you could only whine and moan, repeating fuck! and yes, yes, yes over and over. He had to use his other hand to hold your hip down with an iron grip as you couldn’t keep from trying to grind down on his fingers, chasing the feeling.

Your overstimulated body could only handle so much, and soon you felt electrified as an orgasm rose and sent shockwaves through your body. You couldn’t contain yourself and screamed at how good it felt, chanting Chuuya’s name like a spell.

Chuuya was close behind you, driving into you even faster than before as he chased his own high as you laid there like a ragdoll. You were too tired to do much else but plenty happy to be his fuck toy for now. Not long after his thrusts ended abruptly as he forced himself into your pussy as deep as possible, spilling all his cum inside you.

He stayed inside you even after he came, pressing kisses to your jaw and throat. The both of you were completely winded, chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You breathed in the oddly attractive scent of Chuuya’s sweaty skin and sighed.

“Did I make you feel good, pretty girl? Was that a good first time?” Chuuya asked, voice still deep and hoarse.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, yes, Chuuya, so fucking good.”

“Good,” he said, smirking.

He then fell onto the bed next to you but kept his gaze on you, hazy eyes watching at the small smile that had spread across your face as your breathing began to slow and your eyes fluttered shut. The mix of sex and the alcohol still in your system was trying to pull you under, and it was winning.

“We ca- can’t tell-“

“I know, I know, we can’t tell them. Don’t worry about that now.”

Chuuya wasn’t stupid, he knew this would only add to the guilt that stormed inside of you from lying to your best friend and his sibling, but he didn’t want to think about it yet. He didn’t want to pop the blissful bubble that surrounded the two of you in that moment. And after that night, he knew things would only get harder – he wasn’t ever going to give you up now. He leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead as you drifted off to sleep.

“You’re all mine,” he whispered into the dark.

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heavenlyakin · 1 year

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MINORS DNI

WC: 3.3k

Warnings: Some jjk spoilers (jjk 0), fem reader, established relationship, use of “darling”, fingering (f. receiving), penetrative sex, then lots of angst.

A/n: I hope you enjoy my first time writing my beloved Suguru. Also, a huge huge huge thanks to @shankedxspanked for beta reading this for me. I love you endlessly bestie <3 As always, reblogs are greatly appreciated

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The sun warms your body, despite the chilly wind in the meadow. He’s usually late, so arriving early can be an annoyance, but the first sunny day of spring is exactly what you’ve been waiting for to spend a day out with Suguru. It’s not that you’re impatient with him, you just expect a certain level of respect.

“Darling,” the sweet sound of Suguru’s voice makes your eyes flutter open. He’s blocking the sun from glaring down on you, illuminated from behind. “Thought you were asleep.”

“I was trying to. You interrupted a very important daydream,” you tell him as you sit up and he takes his place to your left.

He situates himself cross-legged and then pulls you into his lap, his arms holding you close against him. You nuzzle your face against him, taking in the scent of clove and pine. His robes feel soft against your skin, making you wonder if he feels too warm in the spring sun.

“Tell me about this daydream, my darling girl.” He presses a kiss to the top of your forehead, just at your hairline.

“Sorry, daydreams are meant for the dreamer.” You tell him, taking his larger hand in yours and pressing your lips to his knuckles one at a time. “And you’re not a dreamer.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “I think you’ve forgotten exactly who I am.”

You smile, looking up and taking in the amused look on his face. “That might be true. You’ve kept yourself so busy with work, I’ve barely seen you in the last few weeks.”

His smile turns to a frown. Annoyance is clear in his expression. “I’m creating-”

“The world in which we should live.” You finish the sentence for him, leaning back against his chest so you’re no longer looking at him.

“Don’t be mad at me,” he whispers. “I’m doing this for us.”

“Just eat the lunch I made you.” You snap, pointing at the picnic basket you ordered online last week just for today.

“Darling,” he coos, but it feels more like a scolding. “We’ve been over this before.” He tilts your chin to look at him.

His eyes are always so intense, but there’s a softness that wasn’t there before. You furrow your brows, unwilling to give in to him over this. While you have understood the place Suguru is coming from, the circumstances are becoming harder and harder to accept.

“Make it up to me then,” you say, trying your best to hold back a smile.

“I could set a vail and really make it up to you,” he squeezes your thigh with his free hand and your face heats up.

“Oh?” You barely get the word out before he’s leaning down, still holding your chin in place while he kisses you.

His lips are slow, the softness of them feeling like heaven on your lips. The taste of him is infatuating, overwhelming your senses and making you forget about anything that doesn’t have to do with him. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip before his teeth graze the delicate skin.

You gasp as he bites down on your lip, his arms turning your body so you’re facing him. You oblige, straddling him and taking his face in your hands. Pieces of his hair get caught between your hands and his cheeks, tugging at them as you pull his face up to meet yours. He groans against your mouth at the feeling, making your knees shake. His hands grip your sides, squeezing you softly but pushing you down against him.

Through his robes you can feel him, his cock prodding at you through his clothing. Dropping your hands from his face, you reach for his robes, untying what you can with his help and revealing his chest. He pulls away from you, pressing his finger to your lips and shushing the whine you started.

"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure.” He chants the words and you watch as the curtain falls around you both, circling you in the meadow. “Next time, I want you to set it.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. Like that’ll happen. Suguru knows the limits to your curse techniques, something you’ve always found yourself feeling insecure about when you’re around him. He’s had to save you more times than you’d like to remember and it’s always been a shameful secret you’ve kept to yourself.

“Thinking about something other than me?” He asks, drawing your attention back to him.

“Sorry,” you mumble, dragging your right hand down his chest and to the abs that spread across his stomach. “Can you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, darling.” He tells you, a smirk on his pretty lips. “Now stop playing around with me and take that slutty little dress off for me.”

You smile, but part of you is wondering if the dress is actually slutty. It’s just a normal pink sundress, but when you look down at yourself you see it pushed up around your waist and the straps falling off your shoulders. So maybe he has a point. You slip the dress off and toss it over near the picnic basket.

Suguru leans forward, grabbing your breasts with both hands. “Much better,” he kisses the skin of your breasts pulling on your bra and freeing them.

As his lips wrap around your right nipple you moan, his tongue swirling around and teasing you. He pulls you closer, reaching around you and unlatching your bra. It falls down your arms and Suguru tosses it to the side. You roll your hips, teasing him through his pants, earning a quiet groan from him. He mumbles something that sounds like “again” and you oblige. He switches to your other breast, giving your nipple the same attention as the last.

“Sugu-“ you start to whine.

“Shhh,” he hushes you as he unlatches from your breast. “Just enjoy the time we have together.”

It’s so unlike him to want to be slow with you. The last few times you’ve been together it’s only been minutes before he’s tearing your clothes off of you and taking you in whatever position is convenient for where you are. Your eyes well up as you smile and nod. He kisses your cheeks and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

He grabs your waist and spins you so you’re back against the picnic blanket and he’s hovering over you. “It’s such a waste to keep wearing these,” he tells you as he fools with the waistband of your panties.

“I can’t go commando everywhere, babe,” you scold him and he laughs.

“You should when you’re meeting me.” He says matter of factly before tearing them off of you.

“You also don’t need to tear them every time. They do slide on and off just fine.” You laugh as he drops the torn fabric onto the grass behind him.

He shrugs, leaning down and kissing you again. His hand slides between your bodies as his fingers begin to tease your folds while his tongue floods your mouth. You savor the taste of him, slowly kissing him back and only taking breaths when absolutely necessary.

His fingers finally land on your clit and slowly circle it, making you moan into his mouth. He slowly drags his fingers closer to your entrance. You whimper as you feel two of his fingers push into you, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands go for his back, your nails biting into his skin. He spreads his fingers, stretching you out as you moan.

“Please,” you whimper.

“You want my cock already?” He whispers, deadly calm. “I haven’t even tasted you yet, darling.”

“I’ve missed you too much,” you beg, not concerned with foreplay, just needing him in you; him filling you up and you wrapping around him. “Just need you now.”

He chuckles, pushing himself back up onto his knees. He uses one hand to push his hair back away from his face, his bicep flexing with the sun behind him. Everything about him is damn near ethereal, you realize. His movements are precise but fluid like he’s never lacked confidence for a moment.

He slips his pants down his thighs, his boxers going with them. You’re always in awe of his figure, hardened and scarred from years of training and fighting. He hovers back over you, kissing your collarbone and neck as he lines himself up with you. You gasp as he slides into you, his cock stretching you out.

“Suguru,” you whine, pulling his face to yours and kissing him softly as he begins to thrust slowly inside of you.

You can’t remember the last time you were intimate with Suguru. It’s been weeks. He’s been so busy you’ve only had chances to see him in a professional manner when given missions or to bring him lunch at the temple. Your eyes well up and you feel the shame entering your body quicker than he did.

Why are you crying? This is ridiculous. Your inner monologue berates you.

“Darling,” Suguru coos, taking your face in his hand and stilling his movements inside of you. “Does it hurt?”

“No, oh no.” You shake your head and blink the tears away. “I’ve just missed your touch.”

He smiles, that genuine smile that’s soft and full of the Suguru only you and a few others have seen.

–

The sky is clear, so clear you swear if you tried hard enough you’d be able to see the stars that exist just outside the expanse of the earth’s sky. It makes you want to laugh, considering your whole world exists here beside you, and none of what you see matters beyond him.

You turn your head to look at Suguru, taking in his beautiful features. His eyes are closed, his cheeks still pink from the flush of your activities. Your breathing has finally settled and you’re just laying on the soft blanket, Suguru quietly laying beside you.

“I forgot something,” you tell him, remembering the whole reason you planned this picnic, besides having him all to yourself for an afternoon.

He sits up as you do, and you grab your pink sundress, pulling it back over your head. After, you grab the picnic basket, noticing that Suguru has begun to dress again, standing on the corner of the picnic blanket to tie his robes. He’s not paying you attention so it gives you time to sort the food out and spread it out. You find the small wrapped present in the bottom of the basket, hiding it behind you so Suguru doesn’t see it.

“This looks divine,” he tells you as he sits on the blanket beside you. The spread of food is impressive, especially considering you’re not one to cook a whole lot. But today felt special so you made almost everything you know how to make to share with him.

“Thank you,” you smile, your fingers fiddling with the present behind you. You wanted to wait until after you both ate to give him the gift, but you can’t now. “I have something for you.”

He puts down the bowl of rice he’d begun to pick at. “A present?” A smirk on his face makes you smile.

You bring it out from behind your back, presenting it to him. “It’s not much, but I wanted you to have a piece of me with you.”

He smiles, opening the wrapped present and the small box it’s in. He holds up the silver chain necklace, tilting his head to look at the black charm dangling in the air from it.

“It’s a replica of your cursed spirits, the orbs anyways.” You explain as he takes the orb into his hand. “I also imbued it with my own cursed energy to strengthen it so it won’t fall apart and it’ll be easy to locate if lost.”

“I’d never lose this,” he tells you, his voice soft. He looks at you with those beautiful dark eyes, making your heart flutter. He leans closer to you, his fingers tilting your chin up towards him as he kisses you. “Thank you.”

–

It’s funny how days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months. You haven’t so much as heard Suguru’s voice in a week, and you haven’t seen him since the day at the meadow. He’s texted… a few times. Mostly half-assed apologies that aren’t anything more than excuses. You’ve not responded to any of them, probably prompting the others to be sent. If he wants to hear from you he knows where you are.

He’s busy, and it’s important that he focuses on his work. You should be focusing more on yours, to be quite honest. You’ve only located a handful of high-ranking curses in the last two months and haven’t bothered to report them to Suguru.

Is it spiteful? Absolutely.

Do you care? No.

Reporting them would mean you’d have to go report to him and you decided the night after the meadow that you wanted him to try more. If he wants this to work then he needs to put work into it. Suguru could rest a little. This work is going to kill him if he doesn’t.

A knock at the door drags your attention away from the reality show you’ve been mindlessly watching. Tossing the blanket off your legs, you slip on your fuzzy slippers and walk slowly to the door. As you open it, you sense who it is.

“Darling,” Suguru greets you, leaning on the door frame. He’s in business clothes, something you’ve never seen before. The tight-fitting navy blue button-up really shows his arms and the white slacks continue to show off his toned body.

“Hey,” you turn away, walking back into your living room to allow him in.

“Just hey?” Annoyance is clear in his tone.

“Hi Suguru,” you smile, knowing it will annoy him.

“I thought you’d be happy to see me.” He says, his voice sounding a bit pouty. You wonder if that’s on purpose.

“What do I owe the pleasure? I haven't seen you in nearly three months Suguru.” You sit on the couch, moving the blanket out of the way to the back of the couch so Suguru can sit if he wants. He doesn’t.

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know,” you huff, leaving back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling. “I just think you should make time for me.”

Your voice comes out weak, and you want to cry. There’s no reason to want to cry or have your voice shaking like it is. He might think you’re too weak if he picks up on it.

“Darling,” he coos, sitting next to you and taking your hands in his. “I am truly sorry for neglecting you. I promise after October, things can be normal for us.”

“October?” You frown, that’s still months away. It’s just turning to summer. “That’s so long.”

He tilts your face up to his. “It won’t feel that way. I’ll be around more, I promise.”

He leans in to kiss you and you pull away. “Suguru, don’t.”

He looks bewildered by this and you frown. “You’re just trying to distract me. You’re not even wearing the necklace I gave you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I just took it off today.”

“Like I believe that.” You scoff and move from the couch to head toward the kitchen. Once you’re at the fridge you pull out a bottle of chilled wine. “I can’t expect you to wear it I suppose.”

He stands across from you on the other side of the counter. He frowns as he watches you down your first glass of wine and pours another.

“I had an important meeting today so I couldn’t wear it. I needed to look like this.” He gestures to his clothes and you roll your eyes. “Don’t be like this,” he walks around the counter and takes the wine glass from your hand.

He leans down, kissing your cool lips and pulling you towards him with his strong arms.

“Suguru,” you whimper, his touch intoxicating.

“Forgive me, please,” he asks as he kisses down your neck, sucking and biting every other kiss.

You realize he’s doing it again, distracting you with the allure of sex like that day in the meadow and a few moments ago on the couch.

“Please stop,” you whine pulling away from him. “You’re continuing to distract from our issues.”

He leans back against the counter, his knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. “Why can’t you just understand that I can’t be here for you every day?”

“I don’t need to see you every day but more than once every three months would be nice!” You yell, unable to control your temper. He stares at you. You’ve never reacted this way to him. “I’m sorry,” you retract immediately.

“No, no, I needed to hear that.” He sighs and lets go of the counter. “If you can make it to October, I promise you things will be better. I swear on my life.”

You nod, not saying anything other than, “October then.”

–

You see Suguru exactly four times from summer to October, but you let it go. After the month ends he’s sworn to you he’ll be more present. He’s even been wearing the necklace you gave him each time you’ve been together. While things with him aren’t perfect they’re manageable for now. With each day, you grow more and more excited.

However, you know that with the plan for Halloween, things could be difficult in the immediate aftermath. Suguru has ordered you to be nowhere near the attack. Part of you wants to disobey, but the other part knows you need much more training with Suguru before you feel confident enough to go against any of the sorcerers.

As the day nears, you stop looking for cursed spirits and focus your energy on ignoring the fact that he’s putting himself in danger. He’s kept a lot of the details secretive to avoid leaks, the only people who know anything are the ones participating, and of course what he’s divulged to those at Jujutsu High in Tokyo.

That you didn’t understand, but his interest in that boy with the strong curse lingering around him has seemed to set him off into a tangent. You can’t even remember his name, you’ve blocked it out of your memory hoping nothing bad will happen to any of them. Your heart is still soft and while you know things could be better for everyone, you just wish the means were different.

November 1st comes quicker than you expected, but you haven’t heard from anyone. It’s been unsettlingly quiet on all fronts. The morning passes by and you can’t even stomach a cup of coffee, anxiously awaiting to hear from Suguru. By noon, you assume he’s not coming by today so you decide it’s better to go find out information.

You get dressed, dawning something comfortable but warm for the chilly days ahead. As you open your door, you’re frozen in place. A man with stark white hair and sunglasses is standing at your door, his hand raised as if he was about to knock.

“Oh!” You exclaim. “I’m sorry,”

“I believe this is yours. I’m sorry.” He hands you the necklace you gave Suguru.

You stare up at him, a confused look on your face. Before you can form words to ask why he has it, he’s gone in the blink of an eye.

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